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for the best | bucky barnes

pairings: dilf!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you were the IT couple. beautiful marriage, beautiful twins, you truly had it all. until one day you didn’t. but are breaks always for the best?

warnings: 18+ ONLY | smut (unprotected sex; wrap it before u tap it!!, fingering, pet names, sweet sex), angsty!!! mentions of separation from marriage, nasty words are exchanged, kinda fluffy, cuss words

eighteen plus only ~ by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

“Alright kiddos, we’ve got to go. Go get dressed please!” You beg your twins to get up from the couch.

Darcey jumps off the couch and runs upstairs. She’s more than excited to go but Dex on the other hand is too involved with his cartoon to do anything.

“Dex, please.”

He notices the more serious tone in your voice and is quick to flip off the TV. As he heads up the stairs he makes sure to give you a look.

Oh, that look. It’s the look he inherited straight from his father. It’s the look that screams he’s annoyed but knows better than to sass back to you. Which, he also learned was something he should never do from his father.

You finish cleaning up the breakfast mess in the kitchen and then go and put on some new clothes. You throw your hair up into a messy bun and put a tiny bit of mascara on. You take a quick look in the mirror, you don’t know why you always do this...checking yourself out to making sure you look good, making sure you look presentable. It’s not like he cares. You’ve been with him for almost 10 years, he’s seen it all by now. But for some reason, you always want to look your best for him.

“Mom! We’re ready!” Dex yells out to you from the living room.

You flip off the bathroom light and grab your shoes. You walk out to meet your little ones waiting by the door.

“Ready to see dad?” You ask as you slip on your tennis shoes.

“He told us last night that we’d go and get ice cream!” Darcey exclaims, a huge smile plastered along her tiny face.

You chuckle at their eagerness. Only Bucky would promise to go and get ice cream at 11am on a Saturday.

“Let’s go.” You smile.

You usher them into the car and flip on their favorite Taylor Swift album. At least they got one thing from you. As you drive the three of you sing along to the songs. The music dies down for the next song and a little voice calls out to you from the back.

“Mom?”

It was Dex.

“Yeah, honey?”

“When is dad going to move back home?”

The question. The dreaded fucking question. You knew it was coming. They had been slowly catching on to what was going on between you and Bucky. Of course, the two of you were open with them about the whole situation. But you knew they’d eventually start asking more questions. Asking why it happened. Asking when it’ll go back to normal. Asking all those questions you didn’t have answers to.

Damn those intuitive little bastards.

This is what you get for having two kids with Bucky. They are exact copies of both of you. They have Buckys beautiful eyes and your curiosity. They have his sense of humor and your stubbornness. Your mom always told you, you were going to have kids just like you. But having them with Bucky just made it so much worse but in a good way.

You let out a small sigh.

You didn’t know. You honestly didn’t know how to answer his question. You didn’t know if Bucky was going to move back in. You didn’t know if things were going to go back to normal. You didn’t know if you two were ever going to fix the issues going on.

You just didn’t know.

“We haven’t talked about it, Dex.” You eventually respond.

It’s a truthful answer. You two hadn’t talked about it. In all honesty, you two hadn’t actually talked about anything in almost two months. There was no conversation other than a “hey, how are you.” That killed you of course. The man you’ve been with for almost 10 years. The man who you fell in love with and had this epic love story you thought could never end. The man with who you shared two kids. Has now become a man you exchange small talk with like a coworker.

How the fuck did this happen?

The rest of the car ride is pretty quiet. You hear faint voices singing along to the songs but you say nothing. Instead, you find yourself thinking back to when it all went wrong. You did this often but mostly at night time.

Honestly, it was every night.

It’s been every night since he left.

You lay in your empty bed and playback your entire relationship with him. It was a good one. Who are you kidding? It was a great one. That’s probably why this sudden “break” between the two of you threw everyone through a loop. Your friends, co-workers, even your family questioned why the hell you two would do this. Your relationship was one people dreamed of having. No one could understand why all of a sudden you two would break off your relationship.

You two were set up by friends and quickly fell in love. The two of you were an unstoppable force. Him with his avenger-ness, you with your law career. You two had it all. He would bring you to all of Tony Stark’s expensive galas and would parade you around like you were his prized possession.

Your Manhattan office was covered in little pictures of the two of you. He was the most attentive and charming man you had ever been with. You were the funniest, attractive, and most intelligent woman he’d ever seen.

He wouldn’t shut up about you when he was with his friends. You couldn’t stop blushing when your friends would bring him up to you.

It truly was a fairytale relationship.

After two years of dating, he asked you to marry him on Christmas Eve in front of your entire family. You told him he was the corniest person you’ve ever met and he took that as a yes and scooped you up in his arms and you two kissed to a room full of cheers.

You two got married exactly a year later. You always wanted a Christmas wedding. He always wanted whatever you wanted. The wedding was almost as beautiful as your relationship.

About a year after your wedding you gave birth to your two twins. Darcey and Dex. You swear you had never seen Bucky happier than he was when he held them for the first time. You knew he was going to be the most amazing father, and he was.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night and care for them so you could sleep. He was a champ at changing diapers and was the only one who could calm Dex down during one of his crying fits. Darcey adored him, always calling out for her “dada” in the morning.

A few years later, when the twins were about three his time with the avengers picked up even more. He was gone for weeks or months at a time but he still managed to be the best dad to the kids. He’d call them every night and would come home whenever he could. He truly was the best dad.

But unfortunately, he lost his way of being the best husband. It wasn’t just him though, you too forgot how to be a good wife. A caring partner.

This was because your career picked up as well. While he was away fighting all the world's villains it often felt like you were a single mom, working 80 hours a week. You would be too tired to talk to him on the phone after he talked to the kids and when he was home you’d often stay at the office later than you should have. You two stopped going on dates and just putting all your remaining energy into the kids. Which was fine, that’s what you’re supposed to do as parents. It’s just somewhere along the way you two stopped being husband and wife. You two stopped being the lovey, romantic, passionate couple you used to be. You just became mom and dad. Bucky and Y/N.

This of course leads to fights behind closed doors. Bucky telling you he was trying his hardest to provide for his family and asking you to be patient with him. You telling him he should try harder for you. Him telling you the same thing. Back and forth. Back and forth.

This went on for months and months until one night it all fell apart.

You completely forgot about the dinner reservations he had made for the two of you. It was his last attempt to try and salvage your relationship. You realized what you had done and rushed home only to be met with an incredibly upset Bucky. You two fought into the early hours of the morning, each of you trying to get the better dig at another. He accused you of falling out of love with him and you accused him of cheating.

“You think I’m fuckin’ around with someone else?” He asked, stunned at your accusation. His thick accent was always a clear indication of his anger.

“I don’t know what the fuck you do when you’re away traveling the world.” You reply as you walk into the bathroom.

You always had a talent for being calm in situations like this. When you two would fight he would always be the one who yelled. Never you. You always remained cool and put together. It made Bucky furious, he wanted you to show some type of emotion. Any type of emotion.

He followed you into the bathroom.

“Y/N.”

“James.” You mimic him.

“This isn’t a fucking joke. Why do you think I would cheat on you? On our family? Do I not fucking tell you I love you every god damn day?”

You laugh at his words.

“Oh because simply telling someone you love them is enough, Buck.” You continue to laugh as you put on your face mask.

“At least I fucking say it.” He fights back.

You pause at his words. He’s got you there. You can’t remember the last time you said those words to him.

He rubs his forehead with his hand. Trying to calm himself down. He walks out of the bedroom and you hear him opening and closing several dresser drawers.

You poke your head out to see him packing a bag.

“Where the fuck are you going?” You ask.

“A hotel or something.” He says without looking up.

“Oh, so you’re just going to leave me?” You ask.

“Well, maybe this will get your fucking attention hm?” He mutters.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you watch him throw several things into his bag. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how you got here.

He looks up with pleading eyes. But you remain silent. He takes your silence as your answer and grabs a few more things. He walks over and places a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“Buck. Please don’t leave just —“

“I’ll be back in the morning.” He says as he walks out of your bedroom.

He kept his word and came back the next morning before the kids were even awake. It was clear that neither of you got any sleep as it seemed like you were in a competition for darker bags under your eyes.

You two talked and talked. You apologized for accusing him of cheating. He apologized for accusing you of falling out of love with him. You two didn’t mean your harsh words from the night before, but still, you said them.

You then tried to realize where the two of you went wrong. What happened. How you could fix it. You both decided that perhaps taking a break would be the best thing for each other. Spending time apart may help you two realize whether or not you actually wanted to be together.

You couldn’t help but feel childish with this decision. You had a family to think about. You had kids. But you both knew this was for the best and you would try to make this decision as normal as possible for the kids.

You told the twins at breakfast that daddy would be living somewhere else for a little bit. You told them it was easier for his work. You didn’t want to lie to them but this was the easiest way to explain the situation for the time being.

After breakfast, Bucky packed a few more things and you walked into the bedroom to watch as he finished zipping up his last bag.

He looked up at you with similar pleading eyes from last night.

“Honey —“ he begins

“Don’t.” You wave him off.

He steps away from his bags and closes the gap of space between the two of you.

“You will always be the love of my life.” He croaks.

You feel it coming. You feel the tears. You try to look away but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look into his eyes. Those fucking ocean blue eyes. They still make your heart flutter. You wonder if there will ever be a day when they don’t. You can imagine that day will ever come.

“Y/N. I mean it. I’ll always love you.” He whispers.

“Me too, Buck. Always.” You say as you lean into his hand.

“This is for the best.” He admits.

You pause. You look up into those blue eyes once more. You swallow your pride and repeat the words back to him.

“This is for the best.”

He leans down and kisses the top of your forehead. He holds your face in both of his hands while he lingers after the forehead kiss. You silently plead for one last kiss and he obliges.

His lips meet yours for one last embrace. It’s soft. It’s sweet. It’s sincere. Just like your first kiss. Who would have thought this would be your last? Who would have thought you two were going to end like this?

He pulls away and you quickly wipe the fallen tear before he can realize it. He grabs his bags and tells the kids bye, and then he’s gone.

It’s been like this for two months.

Two months without him by your side. Two months without him at breakfast and dinner. Two months without watching tv with him or going to bed with him. You allowed yourself to think he was just away on a mission, he’ll be back soon. But at night, at night when you played back your relationship and all the dumb mistakes that lead you to your loneliness you realized he was gone.

Really gone.

You almost called him and told him to come back several times. But you were too prideful for that.

You missed him. God, did you miss him? In the past two months, you forced yourself to admit a lot of things to yourself. You realized the things you had done wrong. You realized you should’ve tried harder. You realized you gave up just as much as he did. You two became too focused on your careers and your kids, and not each other.

The two of you used to be inseparable. People would comment how they couldn’t remember one of you without the other. At times you don’t even remember your life before Bucky. All of your favorite memories are with him. All of your favorite places are shared with him. All of your favorite songs and movies and tv shows are paired with him. Your life was shared with him.

But nowhere you are. Alone.

You pull into your Montauk house, where Bucky has been staying for the past few months. You were lucky to have this home. He was lucky to have this place to go to. You both were lucky that him staying in this house wasn’t alarming to your kids, this was their second home after all.

The kids jump out and run to the front door, Bucky swings it open with a huge smile on his face. He gives them both hugs as you get out of the car and grab their overnight bags. You walk up to him as they run inside, Darcey making sure to ask if they are still getting ice cream.

“Of course, princess.” He smiled.

He turns to you and too much of your surprise his smile remains. In fact, it grows.

“Hey, doll.” He says.

You automatically smile at the old pet name. You can’t remember the last time you heard it.

“Hi, Bucky. How are you?” You ask as you set the bags down.

“Fine, fine. I’m fine. You?” He asks, nervously scratching at the back of his head.

He seems different. He seems uneasy. You were always able to tell when he had something on his mind.

“I’m okay, i-is everything alright?” You ask.

“Yes! Yeah. Uh. Well, I was just wondering, if you’d like to stay and join us for ice cream?”

You freeze at his words.

He quickly worries he overstepped the rules of your arrangement. After all, there isn’t a guidebook on what to do when you take a break from your marriage.

“I just — we haven’t done anything as a family in a while, thought it would be nice for the kids. We can go to that place down by the water you love.” He says hesitantly, shoving both of his hands in his pockets.

Another one of his nervous tics.

Your heart explodes. It’s like he’s asking you out on a date for the first time.

“Of course.” You respond, hoping you didn’t sound too eager at his invitation.

He bites down on his bottom lip to contain his excitement. He calls out for the kids and the four of you head out to your local ice cream shop down by the water.

The four of you enjoy yourselves so much that you almost forget that this hasn’t been the norm for you all for the past few months. You and Bucky fall back into your old ways. Gentle touches of the arms or knees. You throwing your head back in laughter at his terrible dad jokes. Him wiping the chocolate ice cream off your face. You have to admit you haven’t been this happy in a long time. You realize that hours had gone by and before you know it you’re back at your Montauk house making dinner with Bucky.

Your kids convinced you to stay for dinner, and then until bedtime. You and Bucky read them a bedtime story like you used to do when they were toddlers. You kiss them goodnight and help Bucky clean up the kitchen. You two catch up and talk about work. He asks you about your parents and you ask him about Sam. He asks you if you’d like a glass of wine and that’s when you notice the time.

“There’s an extra bottle of your favorite white around here somewhere.” He says while opening cabinets.

“No, it’s okay. I should go, I’ve got to go to the office in the morning.” You sigh.

“On a Sunday?” He turns around with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, big week coming up.”

“Isn’t it always a big week.” He looks away.

His words cut like a knife. He didn’t intend for them too. But they did.

“Buck —“

“Don’t.” He waves you off.

Silence fills the room and you two are right back to where you started. You try to find the right words to say. But nothing comes to your mind. You glance up and he’s staring at you, almost like he’s in the same predicament as you.

“Well, I should go.” You say.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll walk you out.” He says, grabbing your bag for you.

He follows you out to your car and opens the door for you, gesturing like he’s your driver. You both begin to laugh at his corny ways and you turn and lean against the car. You stare into those ocean blue eyes. Those fucking gorgeous blue eyes. The ones that always make your heart flutter. You now know that there will never be a day when they don’t make your heart flutter.

“Buck, I’m—“

Your words were caught by his mouth. His lips were on yours and you were pushed against the car. His hands landed on your hips as yours landed in his hair. The kiss was heated. You both fought for dominance. You moaned into his mouth and he pushed you further into the car.

“Fuck. I missed you so much.” He mutters as he pulls away and kisses down your neck.

You can’t say anything. You can’t think straight. You just throw your head back and allow him to kiss further and further down your neck.

He nips and sucks at your sweet spot right below your earlobe and you moan loudly. Oh, he missed those sounds.

“Let’s go inside.” He whispers and you nod.

He pulls you back inside and you quietly make your way to your bedroom. Once inside, he has you pushed up against the door and his lips back on your neck.

“Buck — I nee- need you, baby.” You mutter as his lips suck at that sweet spot once more.

“I’m right here, doll. I’m here. I’m yours. All yours.” He murmurs as he pulls away to run his thumb over your lips.

His words make you weak, you feel a pool of wetness collecting in your panties as he continues to nip at the sensitive skin. Your hands slide up his chest and wrap around his neck.

“Please,” you moan, you aren’t sure what you’re begging for but you just know you need him. You need him now.

“Tell me what you want baby girl.”

His hands slide down your body, fingers working the button of your pants open. He pulls the zipper down slowly and slides a hand past your patines, he groans as he feels your wet juices.

“Fuck, doll.” He mutters.

“Buck, please, I missed you. I need you. I need you inside me.” you beg once more, throwing your head back against the door.

With your pleads, he begins circling your clit with his fingers. Your knees almost give out at his touch and his other hand is quick to hold you up against the door.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers.

He expertly works his fingers back against your warmth. He slowly enters two fingers inside of you and his lips find their way back down to your neck. His fingers pump in and out of you as he marks up your neck right below your earlobe. Your moans get louder and louder followed by whimpers of his name. Your noises only encourage him to go faster and faster. His grip on your hip remains strong as he feels your legs begin to shake.

“James,” you moan.

“Hold on for me baby, hold on.” He demands.

You grunt at the loss of his fingers inside of you and before you can sass off to him, he throws you onto the bed. He pulls down your pants and panties in one swift motion. You pull off your shirt as he does the same with his clothes. You bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your moan as you see his hard cock spring free from his boxers.

“Like what you see?” He jokes.

“So much.” You admit.

He hovers over you, leaning down for a quick kiss before he pushes his tip inside of you.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you.” You mimic.

It’s been a few months so his thick cock stretches you in almost a painful way. Your nails scratch at his back, causing him to whimper in your mouth. He loved when you were aggressive. His thrust gets harder and harder. Hitting your g-spot perfectly for each time. You cry out again and again as he thrusts inside of you.

“There’s my girl. I missed those pretty sounds, baby. Let me hear you.” He praises.

“Harder.” You plead, he moans in response. Your walls clench around him as he continues his movements. Your stomach tightens and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Bucky can tell your close as you thrust your hips up into him searching for more friction.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I wanna feel it, doll.”

Just like that, you feel it wash over you. You cry out his name again and again as his thrusts become sloppy. He releases his seed inside of you and harshly kisses you to conceal both of your loud moans.

He falls to the side of you, pulling you against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and gently rubs your back with his thumb as you slowly come down from your high. You open your eyes to see him already staring down at you. You both smile.

“Buck… god, I’ve been such a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry.” You say.

You aren’t sure why those are the words that come out. Actually, you aren’t sure why it’s taken you this long to say it. But you know that he knows what you mean by just those two words. It’s not going to fix everything. But it’s a start.

“I’m sorry, too. So fucking much, baby.” He says, cupping your face gently.

“Come home, please. Come back to me, please.” You ask.

“I never left you, doll. I could never leave you. You’re my girl. Always.” He whispers.

a/n: I’m in my FEELS leave me alone, anyways enjoy <3

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 23 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: SURPRISE, BETCHES! Nope, you’re not dreaming. This is real life. It’s not just fantasy. You’re definitely going to be caught in a landslide, though. After four months of silence, my writing juices are a-flowing and the shitstorms and clusterfucks are abundant. Hey, mystery anon. This one’s for you.

Warnings: clusterfucks. Also some mild smut. Mostly implied, nothing too graphic. Just how I like it.

Word Count: You really don’t wanna know.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22

Ben sighed as he placed his phone on the nightstand after looking at the time for what felt like the fifth time since Annie had dozed off. He sighed and blamed his inability to sleep on jetlag, excitement and not wanting to miss a millisecond of being home.

He turned on his other side, propping his head on his hand. Sprawled on her back, Annie’s half-covered figure seemed to glow as the sun dawned. As gently as he could, he brushed a few stray locks of hair from her face, running his fingers through the silky strands. Annie stirred with a smile.

“Good morning.” She purred lazily, her eyes still closed.

“Morning.”

“Did you get any sleep?” Annie’s eyes fluttered open. Turquoise staring into emerald-green.

“Not really.” Ben cupped Annie’s cheek in his hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Christ, I’ve even missed your morning breath.”

“Wow.” Annie scoffed. “And they say romance is dead.”

“Shut up.” Ben kissed Annie again, deeper this time. “You’re not one for romance, anyways.”

“True.” Annie smirked. Ben started to roll away, out of bed, but stopped when Annie grabbed his wrist. “Where’re you going?”

“I have to take a piss, Annie.” Ben leaned down for one more kiss. “Am I allowed?” Annie pretended to mull it over in her head, tapping her lips as she pondered. “Right, then!”

“No!” Annie whined at Ben’s receding back. “Come back.”

She watched him walk away. Every muscle in his body even more defined than it was when he left. His back, his shoulders, his bum. She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom’s closed door, waiting to hear the flush. When she did, she dropped on her knees and waited, sitting back on her heels.

Ben opened the door after washing his hands and almost stepped on her.

“What are you doing?” He raised a curious eyebrow.

“My personal trainer said I need more protein in my diet.” Annie smiled up at him, doe-eyed.

“Oh?” Ben’s jetlagged and fucked-out brain had trouble picking up on the implication. “Oh!”

“Mhm.” Annie said, getting up from her heels and wrapping her arm around Ben’s hardening cock. “It is time for breakfast, and all…”

Ben braced himself against the door-frame, arms and legs locking him into place. He looked down at Annie and bit his bottom lip. As if on cue, Annie wrapped her lips around him, making him moan.

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“What?” Annie barked tiredly into the phone. “What?”

“First of all, it’s great to know you’ve successfully separated yourself from Ben’s dick.” Clara sassed. “Second of all, we’re having brunch. Then, and only then, we’ll release Rory back into the wilderness.”

“Do you know what time it is?!” Annie hissed, careful not to wake up Ben after he finally fell asleep.

“Yes. Do you know what your baby thinks of the time?” Clara retorted.

“Hm.”

“Exactly. So, brunch. Us, Rami and Lucy, Joe.”

“Why can’t it be lunch?” Annie grumbled. “Like normal, unpretentious people.”

“Because we’re starving.”

“So eat something!”

“Annie, Rory woke us up at the crack of dawn! And during the night!”

“We woke up at the crack of dawn and during the night too! You don’t hear us moaning about it!”

“I’m sure the screams coming from you and the screams coming from Rory were very, very different, Annabelle.”

“You were the ones who wanted to take her so desperately!”

“Because she’s too young to be exposed to whatever crazy monkey sex you and Ben are into.”

“Oh, sit on a stick.”

“That the best you could come up with?” Clara chuckled. “He really fucked you silly, eh?”

“Can you please just -” Annie paused when she felt Ben stir and press up against her back.

“Banana?”

“I’m going to have to call you back.”

“What?”

“Something just came up.”

“Tell Ben about brunch!”

“Tell him yourself!” Annie giggled and put Clara on speaker phone. “You’re on speaker.”

“Benjamin?”

“Yes?”

“Can you extract your penis from my best friend for a hot minute?”

“No.”

“Fine. This is nasty, you know. You two should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You’re the one listening in on this.” Annie lilted. “Shame’s exclusively on you, you plum.”

“Fine.” Clara groaned. “Listen up, hornies!” Her voice shifted from the sugary sweet tone it usually carried to surprisingly assertive. “Gwilym’s flat. One o’clock. Your husband is very excited to see you, Ben. Don’t let him down.”

Clara ended the call muttering profanities as Ben and Annie started off another round.

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“Where is my baby?” Ben basically kicked the door to Gwilym’s flat down. “Give me my Aurora or die!”

“Jesus, Ben!” Clara panted, clutching on to her chest, “can you not do that?”

“Give. Me. My. Baby.”

“She’s right here!” Lucy popped up from the floor, where she, Rory and Rami played. “Oh wow, look at you! Dashing!”

“Rami, remember, no Peek-a-boo!” Annie called, squeezing her way in around Ben. “Not everyone can handle the eyes!”

“Lovely to see you again, Annabelle.” Rami replied sweetly, then looked down at Rory. “Your mother is such a bitch sometimes, isn’t she?” he cooed.

“Just protecting my child from any future trauma, Mr. Roboto.” Annie said walking over to him. “I happen to love the eyes, anyways.”

“Aw.” Rami smiled as Annie crouched down next to him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hi lovie!”

Rory squealed at the sight of her mum.

“Where’s Gwil?” Ben asked. Rory tried to follow his voice with her eyes, but she couldn’t see him from where she was sitting. Ben tiptoed towards the sofa and lunged forward. “Boo!”

“Well, she speaks dolphin.” Rami mused after Rory’s excited screeching subsided. “How does she even do that?”

“I suspect Roger Taylor.” Ben walked around the sofa and knelt down next to his daughter. “Wanna come to me?”

Rory waved her hands and babbled. Ben smiled warmly as he picked his daughter up from the floor.

The front door flew open, revealing Joe standing with his hands on his hips, pretending to be superman.

“I have arrived!”

“Yes. The entire building can tell.” Rami rolled his eyes.

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“This is awkward.”

Lucy, Annie, Rami and Clara exchanged nervous glances.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, you know.” Clara put her hand on top of Joe’s. “I was just making a joke.”

“The hell you were!” Gwilym snapped. “Ben and I are basically a married couple.”

“Uh, the duck you are!” Joe dropped his fork. “I’m Ben’s husband. Everybody knows. An entire production team knows!”

“You bellends are fighting over my boyfriend.” Annie chimed in. “That’s really weird.”

“Better fight over him than over you than have him fight me over you…” Joe muttered.

“What was that?” Annie challenged.

“I said that’s it’s better if Gwil and I fight over him than having to fight Ben over you.”

“What… the fuck?” Rami looked as if he was watching a tennis match before Gwilym smacked him gently on the back of his head for using foul language. “Sorry! Sorry! What the duck?”

“What, you don’t know?” Joe smiled devilishly. “Since we’ve turned this into an Italian let’s-air-out-our-dirty-laundry-over-food thing…”

“Joseph, no.” Gwilym, Ben and Annie said simultaneously.

“Joseph, please continue.” Lucy said and wiped her fingers on her napkin. “We’re all ears.”

“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Rami was baffled. “Wow. Just… wow.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, it’s not that deep, alright?” Clara groaned. “Joe and Annie got drunk and almost kissed, as Joe and Annie usually do. End of story.”

“Again?!” Rami and Lucy choired.

“Seriously, dude, what the fu-” Rami stopped himself when Annie glared at him, “-duck?!”

“I don’t know, okay? She’s all over me!” Joe raised his hands in defeat. “I can’t really blame her, can’t I?”

“What?” Annie scoffed and took a sip of her water.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, I just couldn’t hear you while you dumped garbage out of your mouth there, for a second.” Annie replied calmly.

“Really, though, you two need to stop.” Rami pointed at the two. “This is not normal.”

“He burped right in my face.”

“That’s disgusting, Joey!” Lucy cringed.

“I could practically taste it.” Annie carried on.

“Ben? Would you like to comment?”

“No, I’m good.” Ben said and took another mouthful of food into his mouth with one hand, while feeding Rory with the other. “When did you guys get a high-chair?”

“Don’t change the subject, Benny.” Lucy quipped.

“We got one second-hand because we figured Annie and Rory will be spending some time here once we’re gone on tour.”

“Oh.”

“You know what needs to happen?” Lucy wondered aloud, swirling her wine in her glass. “You two need to just kiss and get it over and done with.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed in pitch.

“How much wine did you have?” Clara’s eyebrows were so high, they merged with her hairline. “What is happening?”

“Wait, hold on.” Ben froze. “That’s actually not the worst idea.”

“What?!” Annie and Joe’s voices climbed even higher.

“Look, Rory, they speak dolphin too!” Rami joked.

“Seriously,” Lucy continued, “just kiss.”

“She lost her mind.” Annie looked at Ben, wide-eyed.

“But did she really?” Ben tilted his head. “It will take the mystery out of the equation, in a way.”

“Bloody hell.” Gwilym breathed. “They’re right.”

“Huh!?”

“Look, you two clearly want to know what kissing the other will be like.” Ben stated. “So, if you two will just go ahead and bloody do it, the tension will break.”

“I’m not kissing your husband, Ben!” Annie hissed.

“Hey!” Gwilym snapped while Joe sat with a shit-eating grin on his face for being referred to as ‘Ben’s husband’ in front of his competitor.

“Why not?” Ben shrugged.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Joe leaned forward, wide-eyed. “Ben, buddy, you’ve clearly fucked yourself insane.”

“No, I mean it.” Ben leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “Do it. Kiss.”

“What, now?!”

“Yeah. Go on.” Ben nodded. “Do it.”

“Ben…” Annie started.

“Shut up and kiss my best mate, damn it.” Ben slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not like I’m asking you to kiss your cousin.”

“Gross.” Gwilym shuddered.

“Exactly.” Ben shrugged. “Come on. You wanted to do it a few days ago.”

“I was drunk!” Annie said, horrified. “Ben, you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

“Guys? Anyone? A little help here?” Annie pleaded. The table was silent. “Wow. Thanks.”

“Wait, so you only want to kiss me when you’re drunk?” Joe seemed to snap out of a daydream. “That’s just mean!”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me when you’re sober?” Annie challenged him. Ben bounced his knee as he waiting for an answer.

“About as much as I’d like to French Frankie after she licked her butthole.” Joe bit the inside of his cheek. “I mean, Annie’s great, but -”

“Say no more.” Ben said and got up.

“Where’s he going?”

“Oh God, did we upset him?”

“You blithering idiots!”

“Fucking hell.” Gwilym pinched the bridge of his nose. “Annie, if you say one word about using profanities around Rory, so help me God -”

“There you go!” Ben returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. “Drink up.”

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“How are you two feeling?” Ben’s voice was exceptionally low as he lulled Annie and Joe into submission, “wanna kiss yet?”

With one arm wrapped around Joe and the other around Annie, Ben was all but a puppet master. Rory sat on Clara’s lap, nodding off, completely oblivious to the shitstorm around her.

“You’re pimping us out.” Joe slurred.

“You’re absolutely right, I am.” Ben started to close his arms, bringing the two together. “Dance, monkeys.”

“When did he become so evil?” Gwilym asked.

“Hollywood will do that to you.” Rami shrugged. “Shit happens.”

“Language!” Annie’s head snapped to look at Rami.

“She’s not drunk enough.” Lucy groaned. “And he’s getting too drunk.”

“Right, we need a plan, here.” Ben released the two. “Right, Annie, love, let’s have another drink?”

“Why just her?!” Joe whined.

“Oh, stop bleating!” Annie sighed.

“Because Rory wants to play with her favourite uncle, is why.” Lucy intervened.

“Oh, my Josephine.”

“That’s not her name.” Annie snapped.

“She’s not yours.” Ben added.

“Eh, shut your pie holes.” Joe stumbled over to where Clara sat and plopped down on the floor. “Hey, Josie.”

“Ben, he keeps doing that!” Annie pouted while Ben poured her another drink. “What, you’re not getting one?”

“I need to drive us home, my love.”

“I can drive you.” Gwil quipped.

“And then how will you get home?” Annie looked at her cousin as if he spoke in tongues.

“Clara will pick me up.”

“I will?” Clara asked as she stood up to put Rory down for a nap.

“Look, we’re doing this, alright?” Ben looked around the room. “Team effort.”

“They’ll end up having a three-way.” Clara warned, walking away.

###

Annie sat on Ben’s lap, staring at him with a goofy smile. Her cheeks had a drunken, rosy tint to them, her eyes glazed and shiny. While she had seven shots of vodka and Joe had five, Ben had two. He had something to prove here, and he wasn’t going to let Annie get him drunk enough to forget about it. His fears were uncalled for, however. Annie was clearly blitzed at that point and would do anything he asked her to.

The group played a long, tiresome game of truth or dare to distract Joe and Annie from what the endgame was. During said game, almost everybody chose a dare, and they had to get creative. Rami had to change a poopy diaper, Gwilym tasted baby food, Lucy taught Ben how to pout like her, making Annie take more shots or glasses of wine, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Banana, your turn.” Clara smiled deviously. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hm. Not what I expected she’d say.” Clara looked like a deer in the headlights as she tried to come up with something. Anything. “Okay. Do you want more babies?”

“I want to have all the babies!” Annie declared, spreading her arms like wings. “All the cute little Ben babies.”

“We are the champions, my friends!” Ben started wailing, seemingly out of nowhere. “She is officially wasted!”

“Finally!” Lucy’s fist shot up in the air. “My God, she’s like a sailor!”

“Who’s turn is it?” Joe mumbled drunkenly.

“Yours.” Ben zeroed in on him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare, duh.”

“I dare you to kiss Annie.” Ben said coolly. “A proper snog, please.”

Joe looked Ben in the eyes, waiting for him to say he’s just joking.

“You want me to make out with your wife?”

“Yes, please.”

“We’re not married.” Annie huffed.

“Irrelevant and even better.” Ben grinned. “Nothing to feel guilty about.”

“Hm.”

“You really want us to do this?” Joe asked.

“Yup.”

“And you won’t punch me in the face or get a divorce or -”

“We’re not married!”

“Your face is safe.” Ben reassured.

“Right. Okay.” Joe nodded to himself. He stood up and stretched his neck. “C’mere, Annie.”

“Ben?” Annie looked at him pleadingly. “Are you sure?”

“Go ahead.” He leaned in to kiss Annie. “I trust you.”

“So, how do we do this?” Annie turned to Joe.

“Well, come here.” Joe said. With a small push from Ben, Annie was on her wobbly feet and walking towards Joe. “Come on.”

Annie looked like Bambi first learning how to walk. She apprehensively approached Joe. He took her hand and pulled her to him.

The rest felt like they were watching a movie. The room fell silent. Rory was fast asleep in Gwilym’s bedroom. The only sound was the slow humdrum of the music Gwilym had playing in the background.

Annie slammed right into Joe’s chest, giggling. They started swaying to the music. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

“Are they dancing?” Clara sneered. “They’re bloody dancing!”

“Shhh!” Gwilym silenced her. “This is how he does it.”

“What?”

“Just be quiet and watch.”

With his finger hooked under her chin, Joe tilted her face up. They bumped noses and chuckled. Brushing his lips over hers, he cupped her face in both his hands and kissed her.

“Proper snog.” Ben muttered after he cleared his throat, watching his best friend cowardly kiss his girlfriend.

Joe rolled his eyes and went for it. He poked his tongue out and licked Annie’s lips, parting them. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. As they kissed, Annie nibbled on his bottom lip gently. After a few minutes, Joe pulled away, frowning.

“For the love of all that is holy in this world, Annie, stop trying to bite my lip off will you!?”

“Well if you used a little bit more tongue, I wouldn’t have to do that!” Annie snapped back. “Honestly, this is not what I -”

Annie’s rant was cut short by Joe’s lips, kissing her with more fervour. They pulled away slowly, both frowning this time. They took a step back and stared at each other, disgusted confusion flashing in their eyes. Joe covered his mouth with his hand, turning his face away. Annie almost gagged.

“Well?”

“That was, by far, the worst kiss I’ve ever had.” Annie said, pointing at Joe.

“Christ, I felt like I’m either kissing a crocodile or an eel.”

“And there you have it, folks!” Lucy bowed victoriously.

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“Why the fuck would you do that to me?!” Annie slammed the cupboard angrily after Ben had put Rory to sleep for the night.

Since they got home, they haven’t said a single word about Joe and Annie’s kiss. Meanwhile, Annie sobered up enough to let the reality of what happened sink in. She kissed Joe and hated it.

“Do what?” Ben feigned innocence.

“You know what you did.” Annie downed her glass of water.

“Because I love you, that’s why.” Ben sighed. “So you didn’t like the kiss, then?”

“No, I didn’t bloody like it!” She slammed the glass on the countertop. “Ben, why? Why would you do this?”

“It needed to happen.”

“I could never look him in the eye again, knowing what a horrid kisser he is!”

“Funny, he texted the same thing about you just a few minutes ago.”

“You’re an arse.”

“No, I’m a bloody genius, is what I am.” Ben puffed his chest. “Should’ve had you do that ages ago.”

“Are you joking?” Annie laughed in disbelief.

“Oh, not at all.” Ben gloated.

Annie turned around to wash the dishes and give Ben the silent treatment. Her attempts were futile. He came up behind her and engulfed her in his arms, nibbling on the shell of her ear. He could feel Annie’s breathing pick up and bent his knees, moving down to her neck. His hands slid down her sides, working their way to the waistband of her jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Celebrating.”

“What, exactly?”

“Well, you see,” his warm breath washed over her ear, raising goosebumps all over her, “the thing is, I love the fact that you don’t want Joe.”

“I told you a million times…”

“Yes, but now I know for sure. You don’t want anyone else…” He reached over to shut the water off, “… but me.”

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The sunflower always finds its sunlight I [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 2, 400 (the next chapters are longer!)

Warnings : Slowburn!fic, language, sad shit, angst (but who is surprise?)

Summary : Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time, Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

Note : Yes it’s lme again ! With more angst because i can only write angsty story bruuuh! So here is my latest baby and I had think about writing it since months so I’m happy to finally show it to you lovies ! The story covered a period of eight years during the first two chapters which are essentially flash-backs then it’s go back to the present and it’s definitively a slow burn!fic.

Hope you’ready for heartbroken!Roger because he is gonna suffer, im telling you (Reader too ofc!!!)

Also very important : This story is going to talk about very sensitive topics like eating disorders, physical, sexual and emotional abuses so if you don’t feel comfortable about any of them, please don’t read my story. I will put it in the Warnings section when the chapters will abord theses topics.

☀ Masterlist ☀

Roger gulped the rest of his neat whisky, wiping furiously his teary eyes. He knew catching feeling was the worst idea possible but he didn’t decide to, it just happened. And now he was regretting to finally experienced a heartbroken. It sucked. The girl he had been stupidly in love for years had reject him not once, not twice or even three times but six painfully times. And he perfectly remembered each of these times even if the first no you said to him had happen almost eight years ago, the night when you met each other.

You were just eighteen, the little newbie in the city of London, here for your studies when you met Freddie at the Kensington market. He guessed right away that you weren’t from here and after hours of talking, he invited you to come with him at a gig his friends had during the evening. Of course you said yes, it was your first night out after two weeks in London, you were excited.

Don’t Forget to Smile! was a great band, good music and powerful energy, you spent a fantastic night with Fred and his not-yet girlfriend Mary. He introduced you to the band and all of you had a beer in one of the crappy booth from the pub, Tim, Brian and Roger were as nice as Freddie so you did enjoy your evening.

Freddie told you the drummer was a real flirt, no meaning any harm but it just couldn’t resist to do does-eyes to every pretty girl in the pub, including you.

“How a sweet little thing like you could be single ?” You smiled to Roger, flattered to be pretty enough for the blond to use his charm on you.

“Well, introduce me to a cute guy and maybe it could fix the issue” You sassed back with a grin, earning few laughs from the table.

“You got one right in front of you, love” The blond winked at you, his round eyes checking you out without a once of shame.

“You’re right Roger” You nodded and gave him your most charming smile before turning to Brian. “Want to have a drink with me Bri ?” Everyone laughed excepted Roger who rolled his eyes, pouting like a kid.

“If I wasn’t with my fantastic girlfriend, I would certainly say yes (Y/N)” The guitarist joked back and gave your hand a kiss like a perfect gentleman.

“I understand Brian” You sighed deeply then turned toward Tim. “Maybe I had a chance with another cutie like you ?” The singer blushed and took a sip of his beer to hide his flustered state. You were a pretty girl and he wasn’t blind.

“Tim forget that, (Y/N), you should go on a date with me. The girls always have a good time with me” The drummer stood up and came sit next to you, arm throwing around your shoulders, cocky and confident smile on his features. “What do you say ? Want to go out with me ?” One of his hand ended up on your knee, squeezing it gently.

“Nice try but no thanks Rog” You giggled as you shook your head, pushing him away. “And if you want an advice, next time you ask a girl out, don’t leered in another girl neckline in same time” You grinned and glanced at the girl sat at the bar, cheeks flushed by Roger’s not-so-discrete glares.

All the table let a Oooow out, teasing the blond about it.

“I wasn’t– Okay I was looking at this girl but she’s hot and, this one, she is interested in me so I guess I’m gonna talk to her” He finished his drink and lowered his head to your ear, murmuring words that at the moment weren’t serious, not knowing that years later, he would still think about it. “I saw how you look at me, even if it take me ten years, I’m gonna kiss these pretty lips of yours and made sweet love to you, beautiful girl” Your eyes were wide-opened at the audacity of the man but chuckled anyway, watched him with an amusing smile walking to the redhead girl.

Roger waved to the bartender for another whisky, a double one as all these memories were coming back, roughly hitting him in the face. The first time had been a joke but the second time was more serious but completely useless as he totally misread the situation purely and simply.

During the next six months, you became of good friend of the band, hanging with them most of your free time and Roger found himself growing attached to you. Not in a romantically way but friendlily speaking. You were one of the first girl he was only friend with, without wanting something more. Well, of course if you decided suddenly you wanted to have a wild and hot session of sex with him, he wouldn’t say no, you were too pretty for that but, it was rather nice to have you as a friend, he found you funny and real cool to hang around. He kept flirting with you but lightly, more like a joke than anything until one day he heard you chatting with Fred.

“I don’t think he feel the same about me...” You complained with a whining voice. “I mean did you see him ? He is really popular with girls, why he would waste his time with me ? It won’t happen”

“Don’t be silly darling, this man is always ogling you, I know he have a thing for you” Replied the dark-haired man in a scold. “I can feel the tension between the two of you when you are around each other. You need to do something about it”

Roger smirked at his friend’s words, he wasn’t wrong about the sexual tension, the blond felt it too. He cleared loudly his throat to announce his arrival and entered the flat he was sharing with Freddie.

“Roger, darling ! The man (Y/N) wanted to see” You made big eyes to your friend, silently scolding him. “I have some stuffs to do so I let you talk” He winked and disappeared of the flat, leaving you nervously fidgeting your fingers.

“How ya doing love ?” He gave you the most flirty smile he had in stock as you blushed, tucking your hairs behind your hairs. “What do you want to talk about ?” He sat on the sofa and tapped the empty space next to him.

“Well, hum...I wanted to ask you something Rog” The drummer smiled wider as you sat, finding incredibly cute how crimson you were becoming. The thought of dating you gently germed in his brain, he could eventually give it a try. “Do you think your friend Donovan would be interest to go on a date with me ?” You quickly gabbled with a shy smile.

Roger found himself silent at your demand. Donovan ? You were talking about Donovan during you and Freddie’s conversation ? He felt incredibly stupid.

“I...hum, I don’t know, never think about it” He stuttered with pink cheeks, he never thought you were into his and Brian’ school friend, Donovan. How did he miss that ?

“Oh. I got it, it’s okay Rog, I prefer honesty you know” You replied sadly, persuaded that he didn’t know how to told you his friend didn’t like you back. Roger looked at you, completely stupefied that you could even think someone wouldn’t be into you, what a joke. “That’s fine, really. He is way out of my league anyway” You chuckled but interiorly you wanted to cry.

“No, no, no ! I think you have your chance (Y/N)” The blond caught your hand and gently pressed it. Maybe it was for the best if you stayed friends, Roger wasn’t the best in relationship and he didn’t want to lose you. “I’m sorry you thought the contrary, I...I thought you were about to ask me out” He confessed with a little smile, earning a surprised gasp from you.

“Oh! Oh! Roger I’m sorry–“

“(Y/N), it’s more than fine, okay ? I just acted a bit too confident, I learned a lesson today, love” He winked and tousled teasingly your hairs. “I think you should ask out Donovan, he will say yes. I have no doubt, he is not stupid to say no to an amazing girl like you” You blushed furiously at his words and thanked him with a happy smile.

If Roger knew you would date his...friend, he was a bit too jealous now to call him a friend, for four long years, maybe he wouldn’t have encouraging you. And after what Donovan did to you, you wished he hadn’t but none of you could have guessed what would happen. The blond was more than fine about you and his friend dating at the beginning but as months flew by, he found himself being a bit envious of Donovan. When he kissed you sweetly at you entered the pub or how happily you squealed when you announced to everyone that you were moving in together. It was some little things who made him thought how badly he wanted to be the one who make you so happy. But it wasn’t him and Roger was your friend so he kept his mouth shut and simply continued his life. The band had now Freddie as lead singer and John Deacon as bass player, touring and becoming more and more popular as years went by. Thankfully you and the boys remained close, everything was great until Donovan get a promotion for a job in New-York. Roger completely freaked out to see you move away from him, it was selfish but he couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you anymore. It surprised everyone but you didn’t follow Donovan, you and him broke up and you stayed in London, Roger felt horrible but it couldn’t control how happy it had make him. You, in the other hand, was more than relieved that Donovan was now your ex-boyfriend, after years of suffering in silence, you were finally free of him. Everyone thought you were heartbroken because he left but the truth was you were broken because of all the awful things he did to you and no one never knew. You never told anyone, too ashamed to speak. That the event which leaded us to the third time Roger tried to ask you out.

Roger was nervous to see you again after touring for five months, he remembered how sad and broken you had been after your and Donovan’s break up but he was decided to make you smile again. He was dying to ask you out, feeling ready to commit himself to someone but only if that someone was you, he had a lot of fun during all these years but you had always occupied a little place in his thoughts, his feeling growing with the years. And now you were single again, he wasn’t a horny dog to jump on your bones as soon as you were free, he showed up at your place, with the firm intention to tell you he wanted to be with you, around a bit more than a year after your break-up with Donovan. You and Roger had been so close lately, he thought you were feeling like him. He was wrong.

“Hi (Y/N)” He said almost timidly as you opened your flat’s door, wearing your favourite pair of pyjama. You watched him surprised as he gave you the sunflower he had in his hand, a sweet smile in his face. Your forever favourite flower, how cute.

“Roger, what are you doing here ?” You asked as your fingers gently ran on the flower, you had almost forget how happy this simple gesture used to make you happy.

“I...I need to tell you something” You gazed back to him, his cheeks flushing lightly. You had no idea what all of this was about but it felt weird to see Roger so timid and awkward. “I like you (Y/N), a lot. I think you’re the prettiest, most marvellous girl I ever met and I think–“

“Rog...” You murmured with a sad grimace, the blond stopped talking as soon as he caught the look on your face, shame waving on him. You weren’t feeling the same.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I thought, after these past months, that you and me were on the same page but I guess I was wrong” He scratched his neck, cheeks crimson at the rejection.

“Roger I swear, it’s not about you, okay ? We did grow closer these past months but... I don’t want to date anyone for now. I’m not ready and honestly I have no idea when I will be, Rog” You explained with a little voice, feeling stupid to be still emotionally broken by your asshole of ex-boyfriend.

The drummer felt his heart melted at your state, he could see the sadness in your eyes, proving that you weren’t lying. You weren’t ready yet for anything new, of course he understood that.

“I asked you too soon, didn’t I ?” You nodded shyly and wiped away the single tear which escaped your glassy eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought...I mean you looked better than the first months so I gave it a chance. My mistake. But I guess you were too in love to forget him in only a year” The drummer tried to light up the atmosphere and you didn’t say anything about the fact that you weren’t in love anymore months before the break-up, you weren’t ready to tell anyone about this story.

“You have nothing to apologise for Rog. I hope we can still be friend even if I said no” You smiled sweetly and felt relieve when he smiled back, he wasn’t mad at you.

“Of course, love. You only rejected me three times, I have few more tricks in my sleeve” He winked playfully and both of you chuckled.

“Want to come in and watch a movie with me ? I got some leftover pizza” Roger nodded eagerly and followed you inside, both of you spending the evening cuddling on the sofa but nothing more happened that night.

“I think you had enough drinks tonight, buddy. Time to go home” The drummer glared angrily at the bartender but his head was spinning a bit so it was probably for the best.

He still drank the rest of his whisky and slowly made his way out before waving a taxi to go home. He fell asleep in the cab but once he was at home, he was decided to think about the three other times you had reject him. He needed to understand where it went wrong if he wanted a proper chance to move on.

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