am i glad that hes frozen in there and that we’re out here and that hes the sherrifand that we’re frozen out here and that we’re inthere and I JUST REMEMBEREDwe’re out here. what i wanna know iswheres the cave man??
Summary:Luke and Y/N have broken up which means it’s been days since Luke has moved out from their shared dorm. College is not always fun and especially not with your ex-boyfriend showing up at your door but one last nap can cure everything.
Summary: Shy boy Jungkook is ready for his first time. Kind of. Sequel to 50% Cotton
Word Count: 5.75k
A/N: SECOND WARNING this is literally just fluff-smut. If that’s not your thing, I understand and now’s the time to leave ;) I won’t hold it against you~ otherwise, please enjoy!
Jungkook presses his nose into the soft material of his jacket, a drug addict, inhaling like the best of them. The pleasant, vaguely floral smell is already fading and it’s only been four days. He’s going to need to start thinking of a new plan to leave another jacket with you, but that’s going to be hard after what happened last weekend.
He’d popped a boner after kissing you.
It was just a kiss and his stupid dick betrayed him. You probably think he’s a creep or a pervert or… well you did chase after him. You said you would wait. What does that mean? Sex? He blushes at the thought. Why would you ever want to have sex with him? He was ridiculously shy, had no experience, and would likely just jizz his pants if you so much as touched him.
He groans at the familiar stirring in his crotch. What the hell. Just the thought is turning him on. Your words echo in his mind clearly, as if you were in the room repeating them.
“I’ll wait for you.”
But how long would you be willing to wait? A week? A month? A… century? Why can’t he just be brave like his friends? Like Namjoon and Seokjin and… Hoseok.
Jungkook’s phone buzzes and he looks up from the textbook he is supposed to be reading for a final exam tomorrow. Obviously, he isn’t really studying at all. He’s thinking of you.
Hobi: Know you got a final tomorrow kiddo but you down to go to the mall at 5?
He sends a second message seconds later.
Hobi: SHE’LL be there ;)
Really, Jungkook could have texted you himself. He has your number, but he’s far too nervous to initiate anything. The two of you have hardly talked since he visited your dorm last weekend (and when you did talk it was only about the trivial, “weather” topics) but he hopes it’s simply because of exams… not because you finally realized how pathetic he is.
Me staring at my newborn child through the glass of the hospital nursery:
Boy am i glad that hes frozen in t here and we’re out here and that he’s the sheriff and that we're frozen out hereand that we’re in there and i just remembered we’re out here but what i wanna k now is wheres the caveman
Request: Can you write one where peter is hurt fighting and he comes to the readers window and they fix him up and it’s just cute.
Note: I’m still taking requests!
You lay in your bed, hands holding your bedsheets tightly onto your body while your mind is racing. It’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep, turning around and shifting like there’s no tomorrow.
No matter what you do, you can’t seem to get into a comfortable position and your missing tiredness isn’t helping either.
You sigh and turn yourself to the other side, facing the window when you see a familiar shadow appearing in your eyesight.
A short time later a simple knock echoes in your room and you smile, already knowing who it is.
You throw your sheets away and get up, your fingers unlock your window and you let your best friend in.
,,Hey Peter what are you-“ your smile drops when you see the state he is in.
His Spider-Man suit is full of dirt and partly damaged, his curly brown hair sticks in sweaty locks onto his forehead and one side of his face shows a dark, blue bruise. His knuckles are an unhealthy shade of red and he holds the mask tightly between his fingers.
You remember when he came the first time to your window, revealing his new identity to you and asking for your help. Since that day he would always come to your window, just to talk and laugh together, on other times for needing your help like now.
,,Hey Y/N.” He forces a weak smile and walks towards your bed, a light limp in his movements.
,,What happened to you?“ You kneel in front of him as soon as he sits down on your bed, his jaw clenched and eyes closed.
,,Some guys tried to break into a bank and I stopped them, but they still landed some good hits.” He points to his face and you make a frown, the amount of his injuries not matching with his story.
You know that more happened, but don’t pressure him to talk about it. Instead you walk to your closet and pull out a first aid kit, something you bought especially for Peter.
,,Take off your suit.“ You open the box and pull out some bandages to put a cream on it. Luckily Peter doesn’t has any cuts, something you hated to deal with. You understand that he can’t go to hospital but you’re not a nurse or doctor, being afraid that one day you can’t help Peter out.
As he tries to take off his tight suit, you can see how he is struggling and drop the bandages.
You gently lay a hand on his back and start to unzip the zipper, hands roaming over his shoulders before sliding the suit down. His left shoulder is swollen and bruised, and you try not to stare at it for so long.
Your hands wander over his abs, taking the suit down with them and you stop just above his belly button, so he doesn’t has to get up. His muscular body makes you blush and you try not to stare, looking at your bandages.
When you start to apply the cold cream to his hot skin, Peters body tenses but relaxes as soon as you start to carefully massage the spot and working the cream into his skin.
While doing so no words are spoken because you are to concentrated on not hurting Peter, while his eyes never leave your face.
He feels his heart beating faster and ignores the pain from his body, only focusing on you.
,,You have to be more careful next time.” You mumble worried when you look into his face.
You fixed up every single bruise as good as possible, the bruise in his face being the only one left out.
Your fingertips gaze over his cheek and you look into his brown eyes, biting your lip.
,,Promise me you will be more careful.“ Your fingers stroke his jaw and he nods, goosebumps forming on his arms.
You decide to get some ice to cool his skin and lay a hand on his leg, pressing it lightly.
,,I’ll be right back.” You open your bedroom door as quiet as possible and walk into your kitchen, trying not to wake your parents up. After some minutes you return with a cold towel and some deep frozen vegetables instead of ice.
,,Here you can use this for your shoulder.“ You hand him the baggage and your fingertips touch, his skin feeling extremely warm against yours. He thanks you and brings his right arm up to press the cold bag against his bandaged shoulder, and you can’t help but sigh as you look at his flexed biceps. Peter notices and smirks, enjoying that you can’t stop staring at him. He used to be so shy around you, but since he started to like you more than in a platonic way he opened up and started to feel comfortable around you, feeling like he can finally be himself around someone else instead of Ned.
You see his smirk and lower your gaze, feeling caught.
You are about to apply some cream onto your fingers for his face, but he stops you by grabbing your hand.
,,Can you just lay down with me?” He gives you the puppy eyes and you try to hide your smile but fail miserably.
,,But I still need to take care of your face.“ You touch it once again and this time he leans into your touch, closing your eyes. This moment feels so special to you, that you feel like there is a whole firework inside of you, your body craving for Peter.
,,You can do that later, I’m tired and just wanna sleep.” He yawns and you feel your heart blooming up, nothing but adoration for the boy in front of you.
,,Okay, but you still have to ice your shoulder.“ You grab the baggage he dropped seconds before and press it to his shoulder again.
He lays his hand on top of yours and his thumb strokes the back of your hand.
After some time you pull away and start to clean the first aid kit before putting it back into your closet and watching Peter over your shoulder.
His back is so muscular and strong that you feel yourself wondering how it would feel like to touch his skin more than for a few seconds.
You snap out of your thoughts when Peter starts to cool his other bruises with the wet towel you gave him.
You realise he is still in his Spider-Man suit and grab a shirt you stole once from him, throwing it into his direction.
,,Here you can change into this.” You sit down next to him and he nods thankfully, laughing when he notices the logo of the shirt.
,,You know that I’ve been looking for this for ages?“ He stands up and you instantly lay a hand on his back, supporting him.
He slides down the rest of his suit, revealing him in only his Boxers and you stare at the ceiling, the air feeling incredibly thin to you.
,,You don’t have to look away, I’m already dressed again.” Your mattress sinks down once again when Peter lets himself fall down next you.
He lays on his back, head resting on one of your pillows while his eyes search for yours.
,,You coming?“ He furrows one eyebrow before pulling the sheets over his lower body and you crawl next to him, laying in the same position as him.
You both just lay there and listen to the others breathing for a while, before you feel Peter snuggling closer and wrapping an arm around you.
You welcome his action and lay your head on his chest, afraid to move.
,,Is it comfortable for you or am I hurting you?” You ask worried.
,,I’m fine.“ He kisses the top of your head and pulls you even closer to him so you could smell his cologne. You close your eyes and start to play with the fabric of his shirt, his muscles relaxing under your touch.
His warm breath hits the top of your head once in a while and you feel his chest raising and lowering slower than before, his heartbeat feeling like music in your ears. Peter and you cuddled before, but today feels different. You never thought you could fall for your best friend, but the way your thoughts always revolve around him and the way your body craves his presence makes you think otherwise.
The comfort of your sheets and Peters body next to yours make all your worries wash away and you slowly feel the tiredness you were missing before.
When you stop to play with his shirt, Peter thinks you’re already asleep and takes all the courage to finally say the words swirling around in his head.
,,I love you Y/N.” his voice is nothing more than a whisper, but you still hear him, your mind feeling dizzy from so much happiness and excitement inside of you.
,,I love you too.“ You respond just as quiet as him, sleep finally washing over you.
Gerard held your hands in his and rubbed soft circles with his thumb.
“I leave in two days.” He said softly. You sniffled a little and smiled.
“I’m excited for you. Really. It’s not like we were dating or anything.” You said pulling your hands away to wipe your eyes. “I’m glad you got into collage. And a good one too.” You said warming your hands with the coffee in front of you. Your gaze wandered around the small cafe you and Gerard visited frequently. Best friends with benifits. Thats what he called your relationship. You chuckled a little and he smiled at you.
“I’m just gonna miss you. And you’re the best lay I’ve ever had.” You said laughing a little. He rolled his eyes and grinned.
“Same to you. No one will ever know how to push my buttons like you do.” He said making you giggle.
After another hour of banter it was time to leave. You said your goodbyes. The last time you saw Gerard was as he drove away towards New York, off to college.
You pulled your cropped School Of Visual Arts sweater down a little as you walked into the bar. An old fling sent it to you one of the few times he’d mailed you stuff from college. You looked over the current contense of the bar. The usual. No one new. No one interesting. Except there were some people on stage this time. Live bands in these local dive bars never particularly interested you. You watched the loud performance for a few seconds as you waited to get the bartenders attention. The bassist looked familiar. You couldn’t tell why. You might know him? Michael? Mitchell? Doesn’t matter. The guitarist was cute. He was shorter than most guys you’d liked. He had dark hair. The lighting of this bar sucked. From what you could see of his face he was attractive. You glanced once over and the lead singer. His back was to you and he was on his knees yelling into the mic. His presence sent a pang of familiarity through you but the bartender interrupted your thoughts. You ordered your drink and waited as he prepared it. When he was done you took the Jack and Coke and sipped it slowly. You downed another one and after a few minutes you felt someone brush past you and stand next to you. You turned to see the sweaty guitarist. He looked at you a smirked.
“I’m Frank.” He said looking you over. You smiled slyly.
“Well Frankie, I’m Y/N.” You said swirling the ice left in your glass. He quirked and eyebrow and smiled showing surprisingly nice and white teeth.
“Frankie? Well aren’t you bold? What are you up to tonight?” He asked placing a hand on the small of your bare back. His warm hand set your skin ablaze.
“Nothing yet.” You said playfully placing your hand on his chest. He looked down at your hand and then back up at you. He reached up and grasped it with his own. Without a word he gently pulled you off the bar stool and towards the backrooms behind the stage. He pushed you into the first unlocked and empty one. You glanced around the surprisingly clean bathroom. He pushed you against the cold tile and roughly pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your fingers in his hair and tugged. He moaned and dug his nails into your hips. He loosened his grip trailed one hand up your bare stomach and kneeded at your bra clad breast. You whimpered and he smirked against your lips. He pulled away and you flicked your gaze from his kiss bruised lips to his lust blown eyes. He helped you pull your sweater off and unclasp your bra. He leaned down and began sucking on your neck amd he toyed with your nipple. His rough hands groped at you and you felt him rub his erection against your thigh. You reached down and palmed him through his jeans and he groaned against your skin.
“Suck me off.” He said pulling away from you. You dropped to your knees quickly and began undoing his belt when the door flew open.
“Hey we’re busy!” Frank yelled at the guy who stood in the door way. You caught a flash of his black hair and pale skin as he shielded his eyes. The man chuckled and smiled.
“Sorry man I-” He started before dropping his hand and making brief eye contact. You started at each other in shock and horror.
“Gerard?” You asked frozen in place. Here you were, topless and on your knees with someone who you assumed to be Gerards friend. And this also happens to be the first time you see him in years.
“Y/N?” He asked softly. He looked good. Better. He was taller. Slimmer. His features were gaunt. Vampire like even. Frank looked between the two you and pulled up his pants.
“You know eachother?” He asked as you hurried to your feet and covered yourself with the old sweater, Gerards sweater. Gerard gave a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah. We used to fuck.” He said diverting his gaze to Frank.
“Yeah.” Is all you could muster out. You looked over him again and noticed his erection. He got hard. Seeing you about to suck off his friend. Same old Gerard. Into just about everything.
“Oh. Then I think I should go.” Frank said clearing his throat.
“No.” Gerard said quickly. You and Frank looked at him in confusion. “It’s fine. You can go on. I’ll piss somewhere else.” He said giving you a small nod and leaving. You and Frank looked at each other and you shrugged, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach.
“Let’s go somewhere else.” You said picking up your bra and putting it on.
“If you want. My place is down the street.” He said buckling his belt and putting his hands in his pockets. You nodded and slipped on the sweatshirt.
“Yeah sure. Lets go.” You said taking his hand and leading him out of the bathroom. On the journey put of the bar you passed an open green room. One guy darted out.
“Frank.” He called out. You both turned to look at him and your stomach flipped. Mikey. That’s his name. He was also Gerards younger brother. Mikey looked at you and cocked his head. You waved a little and Frank waited impatiently for him to finish his thought.
“What?” He asked.
“Oh yeah. Um Ray says he needs you back by 10 tomorrow.” He said trying not to stare at you too long. Frank nodded and said a small thanks before continuing to lead you out and to his car. You got in and he reved the engine to life.
The car ride was silent and tense. You could feel how hesitant Frank was to fuck you now. You and Gerard had an obvious past. He pulled up to an apartment building and one of his neighbors buzzed you in at the door.
Once inside his place Gerard had seemed to be forgotten. Upon closing the door he’d pressed you against the wall and had you shirtless. He attacked your lips again and rutted his hips against yours. You worked on his buckle and he undid your jeans. You shimmed out of them and pulled away from him. You took off your bra as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans. He ran a hand through your hair and tugged on it, exposing more of your neck. He sucked harshly making you cry out in pleasure. He placed his hands on your hips and ran his thumbs over the waistband of your panties. He ran one hand down your stomach and slipped it in. You shivered as he used two fingers to spread your folds. He ran them across your slit and and hummed against your neck. He pushed them in and you bucked your hips. He pumped them rapidly and used his thumb to rub your clit. Something Gerard knew you weren’t particular fond of. Gerard knew every button to push. But this wasn’t Gerard. It was his friend, Frank.
He pulled away and placed his arms around your waist and you placed yours around his neck. He slapped your ass lightly, signally you to jump. As you did so he adjusted his grip to your thighs and carried you towards what you pressumed to be his bedroom. He kicked the door gently open and took you to the bed. He dropped you down and slipped out of his boxers. He got a condom from his bedside table and rolled it on his painfully erect dick. He got in position above you and you wrapped your legs around his waist giving his better access. He pushed in slowly and gave you a few seconds to adjust. He began rocking his hips gradually gaining speed. You dug your nails into his back and he took the hint, slamming into you harder and faster. It felt good. Not great. Not Gerard. Every touch touch, every brush was deliberate with him. Thinking about Gerard pulled you from reality. A few moments later Frank came cursing. He pulled out and you laid there for a second, taking a deep breath. Having thrown away the condom, Frank laid next to you and sighed.
“You didn’t finish.” He said. You looked over at him at shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it.” You said sitting up.
“Is it because of Gee?” He asked. There was no anger or even sadness in his voice. Just curiosity. Your eyes widened a little.
“What?” You asked faining confusion. He rolled his eyes.
“There’s no way you guys just fucked a few times and that was the end. Gee was shaken up seeing you. Even Mikey. And you were wearing one of his college sweaters.” Frank said getting up and pulling on his boxers. He tossed you your panties and you slipped them on.
“That was a while ago. It’s nothing now. He probably forgot about me until tonight. I’m not worried about it.” You lied. He cocked and eyebrow and you watched him leave the room. He came back moments later with his phone in his hand. You watched him text someone quickly. You looked at him questioningly and he smirked.
“Don’t worry.” He said simply. You watched him skeptically as he placed his phone on the dresser and sat down next to you. “You’ll see.” He said leaning in and kissing you more gently. He placed a hand on your hip and the other toyed with your nipple. You moaned softly into his mouth and began tugging at his hair again. He groaned and pushed you on your back. He trailed kisses over the hickeys he’d previously left and ran the pads of his thumbs over your skin.
Someone was asking to be buzzed in. Frank smirked against your neck and got up. He shot you a sly grin and told you to wait. He closed the door behind him and you waited patiently on the bed. You toyed with your hands and jumped a little when the door opened again. You looked up to see Frank accompanied by Gerard. Your jaw dropped a little and Gerard smiled.
“We never got to properly say our hellos did we?” He asked licking his lips and looking over your mostly naked frame. He shrugged off his leather jacket and placed it over the back of the chair in the corner. You nodded. He chuckled and sat down in the chair. Frank sat down on the bed next to you and you gave him a ‘What the hell’ look. He smiled and watched Gerard expectantly. He got up and stood in front of you. He bent down and took your face in his hand.
“I hear he didn’t make you cum.” He said cooly. You watched Gerards eyes glint as he looked down at your kiss swollen lips. “Because you were thinking about me. You know thats quite rude. I think you should apologize.” He said leaning in closer to where his lips barely ghosted over yours. “Suck his cock.” He commanded letting go of you. You stared at him and nodded.
“Yes sir.” You said turning to Frank and palming at his already hard dick. He watched you with fascination as you pulled him from his confinements. You bent down, sticking your ass in the air, and took him into your mouth. He shuttered a little and you began bobing your head.
“Oh- fuck.” Frank groaned tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your farther down. You relaxed your throat and let him. You felt two hands on your hips. Gerard dragged your panties down and let them fall around your knees.
“Still as pretty as the last time I fucked you.” He cooed. You wiggled your ass a little to tease him. He tssked and spanked you. He moved to lay on his stomach facing you with his chin in his hands. “I think you’re forgetting this is punishment kitten. But you love this don’t you?” He asked whipping away your running mascara as Frank thrusted upwards into your mouth. He tightened his grip in your hair and shoved your head down so your nose touched his pelvis. He shuttered as he came in your mouth. You tighted your lips around him and pulled off slowly with a pop. You sat up and looked at him expectantly.
“Spit or swallow?” Gerard asked. Frank cocked his head to the side.
“Swallow.” He said. You obeyed and he watched you in awe. Gerard rubbed your cheek affectionately.
“You’ve been great kitten. Now I’ll make you cum like you havent in years.“ He said. You quickly laid down next to Frank who watched your every move. He ran a tumb over your nipple and over your stomach and looked at Gerard.
“You really have a hold on her don’t you?” He asked smiling as he felt your now errect nipple as he graced over it again. Gerard smiled proudly.
“It’s beem a few years but she still knows who fucks her best.” He said placing a hand on your thigh. “She knows I know her better than anyone. I can make her squirt whenever I want. Make her scream.” He said fondly running his hand up and leaving it at the apex of your thighs. Frank quirked and eyebrow.
“You can make her squirt?” He asked looking down at you and smiling. Gerard nodded and grinned. You took his hand that rested next to you and took two fingers into your mouth. He licked his lips and watched as you took his fingers from your mouth. You looked down to see Gerard spreding your legs apart and popped the fingers out of your mouth. You watched him dip between your legs and level himself with your heat. You dropped a hand down and into his hair tugging him closer. He chuckled and licked a thick stripe up your heat and bumped against your clit. You cried out and gripped his hair tighter. You looked up at Frank who moved to suck on your nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. You moaned and pushed towards Gerard. He smirked against you and wrote his name with his tounge on your clit. Your eyes rolled and Frank gave the same attention to the other bud. Frank sat up and looked down at your slightly open mouth and attacked your lips in a needy kiss. He bit at your lip and placed a hand on your hip. You removed your hands from Gerards hair and gripped Franks bicep. Gerard sucked harshly on your clit and your thighs clamped down on his head. He held tightly to your legs as came close to the edge. When he felt you tense he stopped. You whined at the painful cease of contact. Frank pulled away and tugged your lip between his teeth. You looked down at Gerard who just smiled at you. You dropped your head back down on the pillow.
“Please Gerard.” You begged. He moved to sit across from Frank and rubbed your cheek softly.
“Sorry doll. Frank wants to see how pretty you look when you squirt. You’re doing amazing.” He praised leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You missed how warm and inviting he was. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him closer. You felt Frank move between your legs and gently tease your entrance with his fingers. You shuddered and scooted towards him. You heard him chuckle and push two fingers into you. You moaned into Gerards mouth and placed a hand on his thigh. You ran it over his zipper and pulled it down. He helped you push his jeans out of the way and pull out his erect dick. You ran your thumb over his slit and spread precum over his tip. He pulled away leaving a trail of spit connecting your mouths. You propped yourself up and took him into your mouth. He gasp softly and sat back as you began bobbing your head. Frank began pumping in and out faster making you squirm. You moaned around Gerard making him buck his hips. You took him deeper and flattened your tounge against the underside of him. He pushed your head down more and you gagged. Frank flicked your clit with his tounge and your body jolted. You pulled Gerard out of your mouth and began jacking him off with your hand. He looked down at you and watch your face contourt in pleasure as Frank hit your g-spot. You pumped Gerard faster and looked up at him. He gave you a hazy smile and you took the tip back in your mouth. He moaned and pushed your head down again and held you there as he came in your mouth. You slowly pulled off of him and swallowed. Frank hit your g-spot again and you cried out urging him to continue. He hit it again and again until your vision went black. A few seconds later you slowly came to and saw Gerard smiling at you. You looked down at Frank who was looking down at the soaked sheets. Gerard leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“Good girl.” He said helping you sit up. You rested your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your shoulder softly. Frank stood up and stretched. You looked at his fully erect dick.
“Do you want me to-” He cut you off with a laugh.
“No don’t worry. I can do that later. You’ve done enough to night.” He said finding his boxers and pulling them on. You stood up and rubbed the back of your neck a little as you began the search for your clothes. Gerard zipped his pants up and picked up your sweater. He looked down at the faded logo and chuckled.
“You kept this? After all these years?” He asked as you took it back and out it on.
“Hah. Yeah I did. I couldn’t have gotten rid of it if I wanted to.” You said slipping on your panties and reaching for your pants. You pulled them on and turned back to Gerard. “Wanna drive me home?” You asked. He nodded.
“Sure. Same place?” He asked picking up his jacket.
“Of course.” You said turning to Frank who sat on his bed still only in his boxers. “And it was nice meeting you Frank. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” He stood up and hugged up.
“Can’t wait.” He said slyly. You laughed and he showed you and Gerard to the door.
Once back down on the street you followed Gerard to his car. You got in and he paused before starting the car.
“What? Did you leave something?” You asked. He shook his head.
“No. I just missed you.” He said starting the car and driving down the street.
“Well we should get coffee tomorrow. Catch up. I’m sure a lots happened with you.” You said watching the street lights go by.
“Yeah.” He said quietly. The rest if the car ride was silent. He pulled into front of your apartment building. You walked up the stairs in quiet. You unlocked your door and turned to say goodnight to Gerard.
“Well. It was nice seeing you.” He said pulling you into a hug. You burried your face into his shoulder and stood there for a moment. With his chin on your head he mumbled “I don’t want to let go.” He said laughing at himself. You laughed and pulled away.
“You could come in?” You offered. He smiled and walked you backwards into the apartment and kicked the door closed with his heel. He kissed you softly and you pushed off his jacket. He placed his hands on your lower back and pushed up your sweater. He softly trailed his fingers over your skin and you pulled away breathlessly.
“Bedroom.” You said. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to your room and dropped you down on your bed. He hovered over you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“I’ve been waiting to have you to myself when I saw you on your knees in that bathroom.” You chuckled and kissed his nose
“Well then this is your wish come true isn’t it?”
“Damn right.” He growled and attacked your lips again.
Later that night you lied in bed next to Gerard, sharing a cigarette. He wrapped a sweaty arm around you.
“I’m glad we ran into eachother.” You said turning into his side and closing your eyes. He nodded and took a final drag from his cig.
“Me too.” He said stubbing it in the ashtray next to him and shutting his eyes.
“Goodnight.” You said quietly He hummed in response and left it at that letting you both fall asleep in silence.