Thank you anon for the request! As I stated before everyone in this fic is legal age, and the reader will be older than Jug. I also made it so FP was young when he had Jug, but there was still a large gap.
Anyway I am so so sorry this was late. Aaaaah I hate that this was so late. I hope I wrote it to your standards and you like it ^^ If not please let me know and I will try to fix it. Also thank you so, so much for the well wishes you sweetheart <3 Hope you are doing well anon!
I don’t know yet if I will continue to allow age differences like this in my writing as I wasn’t too keen on writing it. I wasn’t a big fan but I did want to get this one written, as I said I would
REQUEST - ‘Since I too love FP I’d love a one shot where you see him standing at the bar while you’re out with friends and you flirt with him until he asks if you want to get out of the bar with him and then just take the story however far you want. :))’ WARNINGS - WORD COUNT - 3,869 A/N - So this is actually my first ever one shot. I write a few fan fiction stories, but I’ve never written a one shot, so I really hope it’s okay and someone like it at least. My requests for more one shots are open, so if you want something written then drop me a message! I’ve got more coming though so watch this space and enjoy this one xx ___________________________________________________________
It was a Saturday night. One of the more busiest times for night owls to flock to the party scene for a fun filled night. The bar on the South Side of town had always been a rowdy place most nights of the week and from anywhere after noon.
The Whyte Wyrm in particular on a Saturday hadn’t been this loud since before the summer had started. But tonight a group of girls from a neighbouring town had been passing through on a bar crawl and they were definitely having much needed celebrations.
As soon as the door swung open and the sound of high heels coming down the steps towards the main area of the bar, it was almost like every male attention flocked their heads round to look at the group of seven girls approaching the bar side. They were talking loudly, some even cheering and laughing highly, wanting to continue on their fun for the night.
One in particular was already being held up by two other girls beside her, a plastic faux sparkly tiara sat on her head, whilst a band was draped over her shoulders saying ‘Bride To Be’ and it matched with the other girls who had the word 'Bachelorettes’ across theirs.
It was a Bachelorette party. A group of girls giving their friend the ultimate send off before she went on her merry way to married life. Although one girl in particular wasn’t so thrilled her friend, the bride to be was already near enough drunk and this was the third bar they had arrived to.
“Hey, easy, easy.” You said trying to steady your friend onto the stool she was now struggling to get up onto.
“Oh relax! Let’s have some more drinks.” The bride suggested in an excited tone, before a chorus of excitement and cheers followed around her friends.
You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that this night was suppose to be about fun and your best friends last night of freedom, but all you kept thinking about was how glum you felt inside and how you didn’t really want to be there right now.
No matter what you tried to do, whether that was distracting yourself with drink or looking out for your friends, you couldn’t shake off this feeling and it was getting you down for feeling so selfish right now, but you had your own reasons.
“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here too long,” You found yourself saying as another one of your friends handed you over a shot glass, “you know what they say about this side of town..”
“Oh c'mon! Where’s your sense of fun gone?!” The bride turned to face you with raised brows.
“Yeah, this is suppose to be the bride’s night, she’s the only one who is allowed to get miserable about saying goodbye to the high life.” The other friend said, as you took the shot from her.
“She’s right you know,” You heard a voice say from behind you, before you spun your head round to look at the mysterious stranger, “but what do they say about this side of town?”
You felt your stomach drop slightly as you came face to face with a man, a handsome man if that, wearing a black t-shirt and matching leather jacket, whilst a pair of jeans hung around his waist and the same coloured boots covered his feet.
He had a light layer of stubble growing over his masculine face, his dark brown eyes burned into your own, almost like if you ever so much dared to look away, he would entice you straight back in, but like you would even dare to look away now, when you even had the urge to reach across and run your fingers through his dark messy hair.
“Uh, you know..” You tried to form some kind of explanation, but the way this man was looking at you and the vibe he was giving off, he made you feel nervous to even speak the truth, in more ways than one.
“She’s just not drunk enough yet, right girls?” The other friend stepped in, as there was another chorus of cheers from their group.
“Well, I should buy you all another round.” The man offered, leaning across and informing the bartender to get the girls some more drinks.
The bride to be nudged your side, giving you a smirk and a suggestive look, before she hit her shot glass into your own and the both of you knocked back the strong liquid. Once you laid the glass back down, your eyes trailed back over to the man, his eyes also coming over to meet you, where he gave you a knowing look.
What was with this man?
Not only was his damn attractive and left you lost for words for the first time in your life, but he also brought over this uneasy feeling that you couldn’t even work out. Part of you felt on edge to find out what he really wanted and what he was up to. There was no doubt he was from around here, it wasn’t just him asking about what she thought about his side of the tracks, but it was the way he dressed and the way he acted what gave off warning signs.
But it was like you didn’t want him to back down either. This excitement mixed with the nervous feeling was one you hadn’t felt in a very long time. The way he kept looking over at you and hadn’t left your gaze was lighting something inside of you that you didn’t know would ever come back.
As the next tray of shots got brought over, you went over to reach one to calm your nerves, knowing the girls were right and that you did need to loosen up, as well as control yourself around this mysterious man, but another hand stopped you from going any further.
“Here,” He said handing you over a drink, his fingers grazing over your own as you went to take it from him, “let your friends know that the drinks are on the bar for you all tonight.”
You frowned back at him in confusion, his offer almost too surprising, “Wait, are you sure?”
“Of course. It’s rare we ever get a pretty bridal party come in here. So I’d like to keep you happy enough to stick around and no doubt you’ll be doing me a favour also by pulling in more customers.” He explained to you, like it really was no big deal.
“Uh,” You looked around the room, seeing that it was still mainly male dominated in here, before your eyes fell back on the over generous stranger, “thanks I guess.”
“No problem,” He nodded back at you, before turning back to the other girls, “enjoy your night ladies.”
He was moments away from slipping back past you and disappearing off into the midst of the bar, when your best friend, the said bride to be, turned to him and grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “No, where are you going?”
“Uh,” He looked down at her hand on him and then back over to you, “I was going to leave you to it..”
“No. You should stay,” The bride smirked, before looking over at you suggestively, “shouldn’t he?”
“Uh,” You found herself lost for words again, frowning at your friend in confusion, before you looked at the man himself, “I guess if you want to..”
“Of course he does! How could he resist so much female attention?” Your other friend added from behind the bride.
“I guess I could sit and have one drink with you all.” The man concluded, as he hopped up onto the bar stool beside you and ordered himself a beer.
Leaning over to your best friend, you grabbed her attention and gave her a pissed off look, “What are you doing?”
“Relax. It’s ok. He’s just having a drink with us. No problem, is it?” Your friend smiled lightly.
“Uh,” You frowned a little deeper, “we don’t even know him..”
“No, but you’re going to get to know him, aren’t you?” The bride changed her smile into a smirk, before she tapped the stranger’s arm and began to get into conversation with him, leaving you nothing else to do than listen from beside her.
What was she playing at?
Could they really trust this guy?
And why was she being made to get to know him out of all of them?
Not that drunk her would mind getting to know this hot stranger but still. But as you found yourself drinking more from the bar, finding out more about said mysterious man from your friends constant questions and accusations, you didn’t quite mind having this guy around for company, it was entertaining at least and nothing you could have imagined would have happened.
Plus he was pretty damn good to look at also. His eyes were what really couldn’t tear you away. They were just so good to look at. His mannerisms also sent you over the edge nearly. Especially when his leg brushed up against your own bare one of a few times where your dress didn’t quite reach. It was getting a little hot in the bar. Or maybe it was just the booze in your system. Or the guy beside you who was giving you serious vibes that he could have potentially wanted you.
“I-i-i just need the ladies room,” The bride to be announced a little while later, as she looked between the man and you, “I’ll be back. Keep him entertained whilst I’m gone.”
You gave her a look once again that night, as you helped her get down from the stool and your other friend headed to the restroom with her in her drunken state, as you nervously turned back round to face the man you had been left with.
“She’s a right fire cracker that one.” The man remarked, as he knocked back some of his beer.
“Yeah,” You nodded your head with a small smile, “she is. I’m surprised she is still standing to be honest.”
“Well, I’m sure you will look after her, right?” He looked over at you.
“Yeah, of course.”
Turning your head away from him slightly as a silence came over the two of you, you began to swirl your glass around slowly, watching the ice cubs move around the liquid as they began to melt in the heat, wishing your friends would hurry back so you wouldn’t have to be left alone with him for much longer.
You were way out of your depth right now.
Or at least this new closed up and less fun you was. If it had been two years ago, you would have been all over this man and just giving into your attraction to him, but too much had happened lately that you just weren’t ready.
“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” The man asked you, pulling your attention out of your thoughts and away from the glass.
Slowly turning back to face him, you frowned in confusion, “W-what do you mean?”
“You know, do you have anyone to take care of you?” He repeated.
“What like on nights out or?” You presumed with raised brows.
“No,” He smirked lightly, as he leant a little closer, “I mean back home. Is there someone going to be waiting up for you?”
You felt your heart sink at his question. Your mind flooded with past memories and feelings. As you went to open your mouth to speak, but no one words come out, almost like it was too soon to admit to the outside world that things weren’t the same anymore.
“Apart from her annoying older sister, no she won’t have.”
Flinging your head round to behind you, you saw your best friend jump back up onto the bar stool in her drunken manner and turn to face the man, he looked back over at you and then on her with a small nod.
“What are you doing?!” You demanded an explanation, as to why she thought she could just swim back in and talk to for you.
Ignoring your question on her, the bride leant back over to the man more and continued on, “see, just last weekend, my best friend here, she got dumped by the guy she should have dumped in the first place. Her stupid high school romance came to an end after however many years of lies and cheating on the guys half, my best friend here finally got away from the douche we all grew to hate,”
You went a death glare over to your bestfriend, feeling your chest tighten as you let your best friend ramble on and exploit your secret heartbreak to this man, who probably didn’t even want to hear it right now.
But you couldn’t even speak up for yourself. You didn’t even know how. Because the heartache was still raw. It hadn’t even healed yet. You didn’t even know where to start to heal the heartache.
“So if you’re wondering why she has been so grouchy and over sensitive tonight it is because of him, it is because of that lying cheating bastard that my best friend is just not her usual fun, easy going and adventurous self tonight.” She finished, before turning to you and rubbing your arm comfortingly.
You never turned your head back to look at the man on the other side of you. One because you were glaring at your friend for exposing something so personal and private to a guy who probably didn’t even care in her drunken state, but also because you felt nervous of his reaction, almost like you presumed he would mock you or take advantage of the situation.
“Is that so?” You heard him say.
The bride to be rolled her eyes over to you, almost like she was hinting for you to speak up and defend yourself, but when you didn’t and kept silent, she nodded back at the man with sad look.
Before she had the chance to go on more about how this waste of a space ex had destroyed your life and confidence, a song came over the speakers that made the bride to be and her friends around her widen their face in excitement, before they all began to jump off their stools.
“Oh my god! This is my song!” The bride exclaimed excitedly, as you sighed lightly, really in no mood to go and dance right now.
You just wanted to go home. Or just anywhere away from the party scene. You needed a break. You needed time to process what was going on and the life you were living now.
The other girls began to drag the bride away from the bar, wanting them to go off and let loose, but the bride was clinging to your hand, “Come on. Let’s go and have some fun.”
“She can stay with me,” The man offered, noticing your lack of enthusiasm to go off and be with them, “it’s all good here.”
You turned your head to face him for the first time since your best friend had informed him the reasons behind your grouchiness. His eyes met with yours once again and your stomach flipped at the look he was giving you. You couldn’t even explain what it meant. But it almost made you feel assured that it would all be ok. That you were safe with him here. That you could have that much needed break.
The bride rolled her eyes back onto you with a small smile, before you nodded in acceptance of the guys offer, “Go on.”
Squeezing your arm back excitedly, the bride and the group of girls you called your friends hurried over to go dance, leaving you and the mystery guy alone for the rest of the time being, causing your nerves to start bumping around your body again.
“Was what she said true?” The man asked you once they had gone.
“What?” You looked back nervously.
“About your ex? The high school romance?” He questioned further.
“Uh yeah,” You nodded, before clearing your dry throat, “it’s all true.”
“That’s the thing about high school romances, they never last,” He continued on as he watched you take a sip from your drink, “what you really need is a proper man.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your own head when you heard him say this, you had to put your now empty drink down and shake your head, having to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming and the ridiculously attractive mysterious man had just said that.
“A-are you hitting on me?” You found yourself asking for clarification.
Would it be bad if I was?“ He asked, before he turned to face you more, "why else do you think I’ve been sat here for so long listening to your best friend drunkenly ramble on? I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”
“To show up?” You frowned back in confusion. “I’ve been here all along.”
“The real you,” He answered with a small smirk, “the one before all the ex drama.”
If you had been sober, you would have probably kicked the guy in the crotch and stormed off out of there for what he was saying. But right now. This guy wanted you. And had only been sat here because of you. This was the most attention you had from a male in weeks, months, maybe even the past year, your past relationship never being this thrilling and exciting.
“I guess she’s just not coming out to play tonight.” You remarked.
“Guess I’ll just have to try a little harder then, won’t I?” He kept his gaze on you.
“Guess you will..” You found yourself flirting back, as you leant across and took his beer from him.
He watched you with excitement as you brought the bottle up to your lips and took a large swig from the booze, finishing off his bottle and going to order you both another round of drinks, wanting to listen to the other side of you that was just telling you to just chill out and be the girl you were before all the hurt.
Because was the girl your friends knew and loved, the girl you were before all the drama with your ex, the girl who this guy beside you wanted to see and get to know, the girl you were suppose to be and knew deep down you could be again.
And that’s what happened.
The drinks flowed. As well as a conversation about absolutely everything. The South Side. The bar they were in. The job you held back home. You even found out his name. FP was all he told you. You knew it had to stand for something. And when he did tell you. You couldn’t help but laugh that such a dark character had such a formal name.
“You know, I really do think she has come out to play.” Fp leant over to you, the gap between you two not even a gap anymore from how many times you had grown closer over the night.
“You think so?” You ran your tongue over your lip teasingly, before looking back at him, “I don’t think she quite has yet..”
“Oh really?” He smirked, leaning away slightly and laying his beer down.
“Yeah. But I do think she is ready to show you the real side of her.” You found yourself saying, a daring twinkle in your eyes.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Fp asked you, laying his hand on your knee.
“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, as you turned your head round to look at your friends still dancing hours later, before you hopped off the stool and waited for Fp to join you.
Fp lead you through the back entrance of the bar and out into the parking lot, before he got one of his more sober friends to give him a ride back to his place.
You felt the waves of excitement and nerves hit you as you sat in the back of the vehicle, Fp beside you his hand resting on your knee as he stared out of the window watching the night sky roll by.
With in only five minutes, the car came to a stop outside a trailer park not far from the bar. It looked run down and the type of area your parents would warn you about when you were a kid. The exact feeling you had when you had first saw Fp come over to you and your friends at the bar.
But now you had got to know the guy more and had drink running through your veins, you didn’t care less where this guy was from or what he would be doing the next day, because you knew come tomorrow you and Fp wouldn’t even cross paths ever again.
This was a one night thing.
Going over to his trailer, he unlocked the door and headed inside, you followed behind him and entered the untidy yet still cosy trailer. You didn’t even have a moment to breathe or even step further inside the place, when Fp crashed his lips onto your own and pushed you up against the now closed front door.
You found yourself sighing heavily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist as yours came round his neck. Your lips moving in synch hungrily and passionately, the taste of booze lingering in both of your mouths, as things began to heat up between the two of you.
Fp shrugged you out of your jacket and his own, before your hands found themselves under his t-shirt, touching his warm bare back and his own were tangled through your hair. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman, so much so that the excitement in your belly kept growing, thinking about how much pleasure he really could give you.
Between many kisses, touches, thrills and groans, the two of you crashed back down onto the couch inside the trailers small living room. Your breathing heavy as you felt Fp press a light kiss into the back of your neck and you were moments away from rolling back over to kiss him again, when you heard your cell phone began to ring throughout the quiet home.
Sighing to yourself, you grabbed hold of your withdrawn garments and pulled them on, before going over to your jacket just as it finished ringing. Seeing that it was one of your friends calling you, probably wondering where the hell you were, you went to type out a text back to them to assure them.
“You think your friend will be happy that you got to know me tonight?” Fp asked from the couch with a smirk.
“Yeah I think so,” You returned the gesture, as you slipped your phone back away and finished getting dressed, “uh and thanks for showing me what a proper man is like.”
He turned his head to look back up at you with an amused expression, “You’re most welcome.”