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do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
Summary: It could have been love. It could have been everything. Can Dennis change his luck again, or will it end in misery?
Warnings: smut, dumb choices, fluff, angst, heartache, sex with a drunk partner that’s more than okay with it, Dennis being Dennis
A/N: This is a sequel to It Happens. Reader insert version found here 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.
It Happens Main Masterlist
Dennis had been trying to claw his way out of the rock bottom basement he inadvertently put himself in. All alone, pushing a stroller down the park path, passing so many happy families and couples, didn’t exactly make him feel like a winner.
For the past eight months, he’d been trying so hard to do better. Make better choices. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from looking for her everywhere he went.
He missed her.
Stopping at an empty picnic table, he got out a bottle to feed the baby. Once lil’ man was happily in a milk coma, Dennis opened his own snack of flavored water and pistachios. His mind returning to his greatest loss.
For two months, he waited each day at ‘Back to the Grind,’ but she never showed. She must have changed her coffee spot… because of him. He didn’t blame her for not wanting to see his face again. He ruined everything.
Until Bailey, all Dennis had was his ex. No friends, no family, just his wife. Taking Gina back felt easy and he thought it was what he was supposed to do. As awful as she had treated him in the past, she was familiar. As his only girlfriend, she held all his romantic firsts. Been there for all his life events. Not necessarily by his side, but in the same room.
So he agreed too quickly to her plea for another chance. He assumed it would be different the second time. They could be equals, happy. The way she touched him that night, acted like she finally saw him, actually apologized to him, felt like progress, but it was just another one of her games.
He got it so wrong. Losing what he didn't even know he had. It could have been love, it could have been everything.
Releasing a heavy sigh, he wished to see her again. His best friend. Someone that let him be himself, liked him for who he was, wanted to spend time with him. He'd beg, grovel, crawl on his belly over fiery hot coals to be near her. If only…
“Hey coffee buddy.”
Dennis looked up, startled at the familiar voice. He gaped at her, how was she here? Was he hallucinating? Did he manifest her? Could she read his mind?
Standing too quickly, he knocked over his drink. Frozen awkwardly as the water continued to run down the front of his pants.
"Oh shit," Bailey dug around her purse, pulling out a small package of tissues, she held it out to him. "Here."
Oh my goodness, she was actually talking to him. Dennis attempted to say hi, but his mouth made no sound. Finally feeling the cold, he swore under his breath. Righting the bottle and taking the tissues from her to attempt to wipe up some of the mess.
Figures his wish finally comes true and he looked like he pissed himself.
The next attempt wasn’t any better. “H... uh-i i. Di-did… did you,” face turning crimson, he lowered himself back down. Cringing at the squish of his wet clothes. Trying to move past his embarrassment, he used his hands to sweep up the discarded shells in front of him. Making a tidy pile and scooping them back into the package, then shoving that in the diaper bag to be thrown away later.
Luckily she seemed to understand his bumbling, offering a smile as she sat on the opposite bench. Giving him an appraising glance, she noticed the hair on his head and face were longer, but it suited him well. The same bright eyes shined at her through his glasses. He had a bit of a tan and his arms looked more toned then she remembered. “You look well, Dennis.”
“YOU LOOK AMAZING!”
Thanking him, her focus turned to the stroller. An odd look crossed her face as she stared at the chubby faced infant inside. “Cute baby, what’s his name?”
Dennis’ brain finally clicked back online. He realized what that look was, what she must be thinking. Unable to get the words out fast enough, he explained this was NOT his child. He was babysitting for a friend who was attending a cousin's wedding.
Bailey nodded and seemed to relax. Making idle chit-chat, mostly about work. There was a tenseness to their conversation that never existed before. The next question pushed into deeper territory.
“How's Gina?”
Dennis scoffed, “Gone.” The bitterness in his tone was palpable.
Seeing her eyebrows raise, he rushed to clarify, “Not like dead, gone. I didn't kill her or anything like that. She's just out of my life… for good this time. Over. Done. Forever.”
She nodded, her thumb slowly scratching a pattern into the table.
He didn’t blame her for doubting his words. He’d given her every reason to not believe him. Letting that bitch back into his life was the worst mistake he had ever made. And he’d made A LOT of them in his crappy excuse of an existence. He opened the door and let humiliation and abuse into his home. A home she tried to take from him.
That was the real reason she and her boytoy moved in. To steal his inherited property and anything else they could get out of him. And he almost let them. Only snapping out of it the day he came home to find all the new furniture he picked out at the curb. In a rage, he picked up his bean bag chair and stormed in. Throwing it across the room while screaming at them to get their shit and get out. Resulting in a fist fight with Lenny on his front lawn, which he surprisingly won. Even with Gina trying to stab him with a fork once she realized her schmoopsie was losing and she wasn’t going to get her way. The cops were called. He's certain it was great entertainment for his neighbors.
Thankfully it all worked out in his favor. Trips to his lawyer and doctor assured the house was securely his and he had a clean bill of health. He continued to work hard on himself, his job, and his social circle. His life was almost the way he wanted. Almost.
“I miss you.”
Bailey met his eyes, something honest and fragile passing between them. “I missed you, too… More than I should have.”
His whole body sagged in shame, “I don’t blame you. I really fucked that up.”
“Yeah,” she nodded, speaking through gritted teeth, “you did.”
Knocking her fist on the table, she leaned back, preparing to lay it out for him. “I liked you, Dennis. I really-really liked you and I thought we had something.” A self-deprecating laugh fell from her perfect lips, “It was like a cruel joke. I was falling for you and you- you were using me to win your ex back. I was pissed... I was hurt.”
“No, that's not,” pulling at his collar, Dennis swallowed around the boulder that made itself home in his throat. “I didn't know it was real.” He winced at the admission, wiping at his moist eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. If I knew… I didn't even want Gina, not really. I don’t even like her, but she was all I knew, so I made a ginormous - colossal mistake and I will never stop being sorry for it.”
His pink cheeks puffed with a long exhale, “I know I ruined everything, but I swear to you, I didn't know we were in a relationship. I never imagined that someone like you would willingly be with someone like me. I thought you were just being an incredible friend. Helping me. Teaching me how-”
“Wait! Wait,” Bailey interrupted, staring at him incredulously. “You thought I was going on dates and having sex with you as part of what, some training program?!?! I'm not THAT good of a friend. Jesus!” Another laugh slipped out at the sheer ludicrousness of it all. She covered her face with both hands, peaking out at him after a brief moment.
Dennis looked stricken, his chin falling to his chest. The sight made Bailey’s heart constrict. The urge to make him feel better and put that dopey smile back on his face overwhelmed her reasoning. “Fuck, I told myself I wasn't going to waste anymore time on you, but I just can't help myself. What do you do to me, D?”
Still focused on his own lap, a ghost of a smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. “We had something good, didn't we?” His face crumpled, “Until I destroyed it.” He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to be as small as possible. His mind provided the verbal bashing that never came.
“We did,” Bailey agreed. “I was really taken with the sweet, sexy, burger loving dork that made me laugh and could definitely dick a woman down.” Seeing the blush spread down his neck filled her with pride. It was easy to vilify him after their breakup, but he was still the same Dennis. Shy, kind, clueless at times, and impossible to resist.
“We just got our wires crossed somehow and it all blew to hell. But it was great until that point.”
Clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses, Dennis refocused on Bailey. The desperate adoration was clear on his face. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear your voice. Talk like we used to… These last few months have been rough, and you always made things better.”
“You had my number.” Her face twitched in hesitation, “I mean, I wasn't willing to at first, but after a few weeks of cooling down I would have answered, especially if you needed me.”
Dennis rubbed the back of his neck, “Umm, actually I couldn't.” He sheepishly explained how his ex stole his phone while he slept, deleted Bailey’s number along with all the pictures of her off his phone, including everything in the cloud. So he couldn't call, and was too chicken shit to show up at her apartment.
Not surprised in the slightest, Bailey shook her head, grabbed her phone and verified his number was the same.
Hearing his phone chirp in his pocket, Dennis took it out and opened it. She had texted him an upside down smiley face. She was letting him in. Feeling the flare of stupid courage that he got around her, his mouth ran ahead of him. “M-maybe we can try again. Go out for dinner and drinks, or stay in for drinks. We can grab some beers and burgers and watch Rumble in the Bronx. Whoever laughs first has to buy dessert.”
“I'm seeing someone.”
His heart deflated at her words, “Oh… um…” He unsuccessfully tried to keep the stinging in his eyes at bay, but the tears still came. “Yeah, of course you are. Of course you are. You're smart and beautiful and fun and so so nice, and someone as amazing as you, doesn't stay single. I was stupid for even thinking…” He couldn't finish his sentence.
Dennis removed his glasses to wipe the accumulated fog on his shirt, ignoring the wetness sliding down his face. He really should have expected this, having already lucked out just seeing her again and being allowed to have a conversation. It was asking the universe too much at once to be able to have her fully. He’d take what he could get though.
Seeing him cry tore painfully at her heart strings. “D,” she reached across the table to squeeze his hand, running her thumb soothingly over his knuckles.
Maybe he held on too long, hoped too hard, but she looked just as upset as him. Her glassy eyes never left his. He weighed his words carefully before speaking again. “Do you think we can be coffee buddies again?”
“Of course we can. I…” The blare of her ringtone startled them both, breaking the spell. The name J.J. flashed on the screen. She answered quickly, telling the caller she was in the middle of something and would call him back in a minute.
Dennis assumed that had to be her boyfriend. He breathed through the pain as he listened to her apologize, explaining she was running late. Rising from the bench, she walked over to his side to say goodbye. “Dont,” he pleaded.
She paused, unsure how to navigate the situation. She didn’t want to cause him any more distress.
Giving her a rueful smile, he explained, “If you don’t say it, I can pretend you're not leaving.” His eyes closed as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He kept them shut, unable to watch her walk away from him.
When enough time had passed, ensuring she would be out of sight, Dennis sighed. No longer sure if this was a dream or a nightmare.
Checking on the sleeping babe, he thought of how lucky lil’ man is to have the world ahead of him. Hopefully he will have the courage and support to take life by the horns and make it his own. Surround himself with love and not live in regret.
Dennis rubbed at his own hand like she had, still feeling her warmth. He wasn’t asleep, this was real. Cursing himself, he got up to begin the trip home.
It really could have been everything.
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Life liked to make Dennis take it on the cheek, or up the ass, depending on the day. He was used to it by now. So no one was more shocked than him when the next evening he received a text from Bailey.
Spitting out his toothpaste, he gingerly sat on the edge of the tub. Not wanting to fall in… again. His breathing increased as he read. That was her number. He memorized it this time, unwilling to chance repeating that mistake. This was really happening.
Bailey: hey coffee d 👋Howd the weeknd treat ya? What u up to?
Dennis: I’m getting ready for bed. What about you?
Bailey: under the influence. bored. Thinkin about u.
Dennis: I hope you’re safe at home. If not, I am more than happy to pick you up from wherever are.
Bailey: lol im good d. dont be such a crab apple
Bailey: speakn of 🍎s… IF i was your teacher what boyfriend grade do you think you deserve?
Dennis: I’m not sure.
Dennis: Hopefully I’m not a total failure, so a C-, I guess.
Bailey: hmmm. I think you get extra credit for your tongue game😝… so B-
Dennis: 😳 I’m not sure I deserve that.
Bailey: you do. So says me. now for my review did i earn a raise 💵💵
Dennis: You’ve been awarded an extra-large iced coffee and 2 chocolate croissants.
Bailey: fabulous 🤩🤤😎
Bailey: you wanna meet me tmrw for a hot cup of bean juice??? ☕️
Dennis: Absolutely, yes. I would love that. ❤️
Was the heart too much? Too needy. He was definitely needy as hell, but did he want to advertise it? She didn’t run the first time, so maybe it was okay. It had to be okay because her next text was the address. Dennis practically floated to bed. Setting his alarm earlier than normal so he could make sure he looked presentable.
Turns out Bailey had found a great new coffee place. Unlike the kiosk, this was indoors and had cushy seating and a larger menu. It was a relief to find out she hadn't switched to avoid him. She'd never let a guy wreck something she enjoyed (if she could help it.) However, getting a better job across town required the change.
They eased back into a comfortable friendship. Daily texting became chatting on the phone for hours. And at least twice a week, Dennis took extra time in the morning to meet her for coffee before he was forced to fight the rush hour traffic to get to his own job on time. But it was worth it. She would always be worth it.
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During the next four months, Dennis came up with a plan. He was going to take matters into his own hands. Take charge of his own life and stop waiting for it to happen to him. He loved having Bailey as a friend again, but if he was truly honest with himself, it was ripping his heart out piece by piece to have her so close and yet so far. It was a big risk, but he had to take it.
It had been an entire year since he could call her his. Not that he was aware of that at the time. Foolishly thinking it was all practice. But it was real, special and meaningful, and as close to true love as anyone could get. He needed her back.
His leg bounced uncontrollably in the back seat of the Uber. The drinks he consumed to calm his nerves were failing him. The seat next to him held a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a gift basket filled with an assortment of her favorite candies and snacks. Cliché, maybe, but it was the anniversary of their first date and he wanted to leave her with something nice, even if she rejected him.
He really-really-really hoped she didn’t reject him. If she did, it was a small comfort knowing she’d let him down gently. He wouldn’t lose her again, he refused to give up this time. Consequences be damned, he was going to make Bailey his again.
Once they arrived at her apartment, Dennis thanked the driver and promptly tripped over his own feet as he exited the car. Righting himself before his face met the pavement, he exhaled and smoothed his hair back. Waving a quick goodbye as the vehicle drove away.
Dennis punched in the code and entered the building. A few steps more placed him in front of the elevator. He pressed the button, rocking on his heels in anticipation. Just as he was about to consider the stairs, the doors slid open.
After stepping inside and pressing the number of her floor, he looked down at his arms in horror. They were empty. Cursing, he realized he must have left his stuff in the Uber. Okay, it’s a hiccup for sure, but he didn't come all this way for nothing.
As the elevator climbed, Dennis swore his rapid heartbeat was so loud, it echoed off the steel walls. His bravado waning, he wiped his sweaty hands onto his pants. When the metal box stopped moving, he took one more deep breath before stepping out and walking to her door.
Knocking twice, he stood back and waited.
No response.
Dennis put his ear against the door, not hearing any movement. “Hmmm.” If he couldn’t hear her, maybe she couldn't hear him. He began rapidly pounding on the offending wood separating them.
Several moments later, the door flew open, making Dennis jump. Revealing a pissed off Bailey, wearing pajamas, staring daggers at him.
“Are you serious right now!? What the hell is wrong with you!?” She was seething from being woken up at this hour for what appeared to not be an emergency.
Her friend only blinked at her. His long dark eyelashes fluttering in a way that made her melt under normal circumstances. Taking in his appearance, her anger faded fast. It was freezing outside and Dennis did not have a coat on. This pathetic wet cat of a man really was her weakness.
With an exasperated sigh, she decided against slamming the door in his sexy face. “You're smelling a bit flammable,” she deadpanned instead.
Dennis’ arms flailed, “I'm not THAT drunk. See.” A wide swing of his arms touched each finger to his nose. “I- I had…” He squinted, attempting to count in his head, “...a few before coming here because I have to ask you something important. Umm, why don't we go get coffee. We talk so good over coffee.”
Bailey rolled her eyes, “It's two in the morning. Not a single place around here would be open.” She held the door wider, beckoning him inside. “Why don't you come in and warm up. I've got coffee in here.”
“Two??!! Ohhhh noooo,” his voice grew loud and panicked. “I screwed up again. I missed it. Please, I didn't mean to be at the bar that long. I had a-a plan. A romantic plan. This was supposed to be my do over.”
Dennis looked completely dejected, she couldn't stand it. Both arms reached for him, but he flinched, backing away.
Head swimming in doubt, his first instinct incorrectly telling him he was about to be shoved. He told himself he deserved it. This plan was stupid. He assassinated his own chance at happiness. It was too soon, too late at night, too… too Dennis.
“Don't make me go away,” he pleaded. “You’re the only good thing in my life. Please don't shut me out. I know I suck, I suck so much, but please hear me out. I- I got you gifts. I lost them in the car though, but I will get you more, I promise.”
“Stop! You don't have to do that, D.”
“I DO!” He had to make her see. Make her understand what she meant to him. How his entire world revolved around her and he wouldn't have it any other way.
“I do, because you are the only person that has ever liked me, for me. You saw me as a person, not just some garbage to kick out of your way. I know it's too late. In so many ways too late. But you have to know that being your friend, just being around you, was the best time in my entire life.”
He took a big step toward her. Close enough he could feel her warmth. Bask in her glow. "I find myself holding my breath until I'm in your presence. I can breathe around you. Only you. I miss seeing your face everyday. I miss touching you and being allowed to kiss you. I miss talking to you about ev-everything. Just everything and anything at all. You glued my broken pieces together and made me a real man. I wish I knew, I wish I knew you were mine, because I NEVER would have let you go.”
“I fell so helplessly in love with you, I realize that's probably not what you want to hear from me, but it's the truth… I know I fucked it up. I'd sooner die than hurt you.” Dennis knew he was crying, embarrassing himself, but he persisted.
“I love you so much and I want to make you happy. Cause you deserve it. And I want to give it to you… I need you, Bailey. Nothing is worth anything unless you're there with me. I'd do anything, anything for a second chance. And I mean anything. Because I want you in my life for the rest of my life.”
He couldn’t discern the expression on her face. Her eyes filled with tears that began to fall as he watched. Fuck! He didn't mean to upset her. He should have stayed home. Idiot. Idiot.
Her voice cracking, she tightly grabbed his shirt, ”Will you get the fuck in here already.”
Pulling him inside, her lips crashed into his as soon as the door closed. Both moaned into the kiss, the reconnection electric and intense. Coaxing him further into her home, feverously kissing as if she wanted to devour him. He'd let her. He dreamt of this so often.
She still tasted like cherries.
Whimpering, his mouth searched for hers when she pulled away, before feeling her teeth nip at his chin. “Heh.” That's where she went. His eyes rolled, half lidded in pleasure as she left possessive bites along his jaw. “Fuck, Bailey.” Dennis’ hands settled on her waist.
Her hot breath tickled as she nibbled his earlobe. He couldn’t be more elated at this turn of events. Craved it with every fiber of his being. A traitorous thought lingering in the back of his mind forced its way out before he could stop it. “What about your boyfriend?” He wanted to kick himself. Why the fuck was that his concern right now?
“Broke up.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “He didn't see me like you do. He didn't make me feel the way you do.” She pressed another kiss to his awaiting lips.
Her eyebrows crinkled in concern when he shivered. His skin still carried the chill of the night air. “Why do you have to be such a dumbass, D? We have to warm you up.”
Weaving his arms around her body, he kept her flush against him before she could pull away. “You're warming me up just fine.” Bringing their mouths back together, he slipped his tongue in to swirl with hers. She eagerly reciprocated. Taking off his glasses without breaking the kiss, he blindly reached to set them on the nearest surface. The sound of them clattering onto the floor barely registering.
Dennis’ breath hitched when her hand slipped into the waistband of his pants, firmly grasping his rigid length. “I ummm… I don't have a…”
“Bedroom.” Bailey flicked her tongue on his bottom lip, eyes filled with lust and promise. Grinning, she escaped his embrace to lead the way.
His fingertips touched his tingling lips, convinced he’d died and gone to heaven. Falling a few steps behind, he trailed after her while trying to get his pants off. The shoes on his feet prevented the removal of the vexing slacks. Stumbling at the bedroom doorway, Dennis fell back, his naked ass hitting the hard floor. The sting of it barely registering through the desire coursing through his veins.
An amused Bailey was making her way back to him, having already grabbed what she needed. Shimmying out of her pajama bottoms, she mounted him right there in the hallway. Legs spread across his pale thighs where his pants still were, she ripped open the condom, rolling it onto his leaking cock. “Ask me.”
“Wha?”
Squeezing his base, she repeated, “You have to ask me. I want no confusion this time.”
Dennis understood now. He knew what she needed to hear. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes!” Bailey guided him to her entrance. “Nggh,” she softly moaned, sinking slowly down to the hilt. Placing her hands on his shoulders, they shared a wet kiss as she raised and lowered herself on his thick shaft. She repeated her actions at a leisurely pace, savoring the moment.
Overwhelmed, Dennis cried out, “Fuck, oh fuck. You feel so.. Oh fuck.” His hands slid over her gyrating hips. Gripping tighter as she increased her speed. It felt too good. He wasn't going to last.
Bailey’s eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, “Mmm, I missed your cock.” Giving a particularly lavish roll of her hips, she increased her speed. “I love your penis.”
Panting, he agreed, “I love my penis.”
He traced her bottom lip with his thumb, dipping into her mouth. She sucked on it as she continued to ride him. Licking his other thumb, he lowered it to her clit, rubbing circles as her greedy hole swallowed him.
Dennis could feel her body start to tense, her walls clenching tighter around him. She sucked harder at the digit, mewling around it. “Let go. I got you.”
Letting the thumb fall from her mouth, her wanton gasps became something between a moan and a shriek. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Dennis pumped up into her as she fell over the edge of pleasure.
While she pulsed around him, he held the back of her head, pulling her close until her sweaty brow crashed into his. Inhaling deeply, he let her fill his lungs. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
It didn’t take her long to recover. Her arms wrapped around him, holding impossibly close as she began to meet his thrusts. That was all it took for Dennis’ whole body to shudder and explode.
As he twitched inside her, Bailey’s hands moved to grip his damp hair, stroking it back. With trembling breaths, he captured her lips in a soft lingering kiss.
Pulling away slightly, she looked into his big blue eyes. Her palms moved down to press his cheeks, “Please don't screw this up, D. Because you won't get another chance.”
“I won't, I promise. On my life, I promise.”
Nodding, she kissed him hard, trying to sear the words into his soul. They remained where they were, holding on to each other as their racing hearts slowed.
Oh how he loved her. And with the way she looked at him right now, scared and hopeful, her heart laid bare before him, he knew she loved him too. He’d have to wait until she felt safe enough to say it, but Dennis could see it. He had never been more sure of anything.
Bailey lovingly scratched his beard before testing her shaking legs. He placed a tender kiss to her mound as she stood, hands caressing down her legs. Looking up at her with utter devotion written on his face.
Glancing down at the front of his pants, she snorted, “We made a mess of you.”
He looked down, then up to her with an unregretful and satisfied smile. Dennis pulled off and tied the condom. Taking her offered hand, he less than gracefully got off the floor. The ripping sound of his ass unsticking made them both break out in laughter.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off so I can throw them in the washing machine. Then after you toss that in the bin and get cleaned up, you can join me in bed.”
Dennis removed his shoes first this time, before taking off the rest, “All night?”
Bailey picked up his glasses, handing them to him. Luckily they were not broken. “I’m not going to throw my boyfriend out in the cold. You can stay as long as you want to.”
Boyfriend. He was her boyfriend. Guess he wasn’t a total failure after all, he got the girl. “Forever?” He looked at her with that sweet puppy face she couldn’t resist.
“We’ll see.” She took the soiled clothing from him and walked toward the laundry closet. She called over her shoulder, “This doesn't mean I forgive you entirely.”
He nodded, still feeling on top of the world. “I know. And that’s alright because to make amends, I’m going to be living under your skirt for the next month, tongue at the ready? In fact you should stop wearing underwear entirely.”
“DENNIS!”
The End
A/N: Don’t fuck it up this time Dennis.
A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this. It has been sitting in my drafts for forever. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
