cause I just think the two of them are super sexy and smitten with each other. Lady doesn’t believe how much Ari likes her.
12) Character B guiding the speed of Character A’s hips as Character A grinds against them. (can he PLEASE manhandle me-)
35) Character A realising they might actually be falling in love, slowly but surely, with Character B. (YEAH SO THIS IS A REVELATION AND A HALF AND IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT)
Hey nonnie, thank you so much for your enthusiasm and interest, and for the courtesy of asking me before you sent this in if I was still taking requests. That was so thoughtful and considerate. ☺️ I’m gonna pass on writing this one because I’ve done something similar before for this pairing here (for 12) and kinda throughout the series for 35, and don’t really feel inspired to write it again as I can’t think of a new spin on it. Sorry!
Thank so you much for loving on this series. You’re so right, bar owner!Ari and his FWB lady are smitten kittens for real! Offering you a shirtless Ari for your trouble 😘:
Can you please tell me more about bar owner!Ari and how he got so good at cooking breakfast? Does working all night make him too tired to get a proper breakfast the next morning? Is he secretly a domestic wannabe husband in waiting?
WELL NOW HE’S A DOMESTIC HUSBAND IN WAITING. Even though he owns a bar, a place where everybody knows your name people go to be out and about, he likes his little corner of the world with his workplace he can make the rules for and the creature comforts of home mere footsteps away.
Ari learned self-sufficiency years ago. Running your own business is hard graft, long hours. The bar itself just has few bar snacks on the menu. Ari realized that looking after himself meant delicious and nutritious breakfasts and good food.
Besides, now if he makes a delicious breakfast he doesn’t have to go out for, he can hide with his girl and just be in their nest (or what Ari has started to think of as theirs) a little longer. Gonna make it sad for a minute, but stay with me, cuz Ari wants to be included in his girl’s life more. He’d take her to that fancy brunch place down the road and wait half an hour for a table if she asked. He’d stay at hers if she ever invited him 😭.
But maybe in future parts he’s gonna get down to brass tacks about why she won’t invite him around. And tell her that he wants that. Wants every piece of her she’s willing to offer.
In the meantime? Her face really lights up when he brings her breakfast, so Ari’s gonna keep doing it.
I'm over here daydreaming about hanging out with your bar keeper Ari, doing shots together and constantly having a battle of the jukebox. Of course I'm tipsy and pulling Ari onto the floor to dance to whatever is playing at the moment
Dearest Amber, this thought you submitted (lo these many months ago 😅) prompted a ficlet I never finished. But am clearing out the lovely asks I’ve received like yours, so posting what I’ve got so far plus a conclusion of sorts. Hope you enjoy😘
Pairing: Bar owner!Ari Levinson x clueless FWB! Reader from this fic
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You hear Ari's groan before you hear the song change yourself. "Noooo, sweetheart, how could you do this to me?!"
The opening strains of Chumbawamba's “Tubthumping” drifts to your ears.
You cackle, "It's your bar, why have anything in your jukebox you don't want to hear? This is on you, Levinson."
A few weeks after that first night on Ari's office couch and several more nights - - in the bar after closing, in Ari's office several times, his bed, his kitchen table, even once on the floor of Ari's apartment, and he was so chastened and apologetic about rug burn on your ass and back you had to ride him right then and there, yanking his hands to your hips and guide to clutch and slap your ass to show him you felt no pain. (At least none that wasn't good.)
You're a fixture in the bar. Your liver isn't thanking you but Ari can tell when you're feeling peaky and plies you with decaf coffee, or orange juice, or a lime and soda instead of booze. Mentally you catalog those with the stacks of pancakes and avocado toasts that Ari has also fed you. How thoughtful, that he keeps his fuck buddies nourished and watered. Given Ari's insatiable sexual appetite you don't wonder. He's merely keeping your strength up.
The bar light gives Ari a halo round his golden head. Even as his eyes narrow with chagrin at your song choice, they dance with merriment as you start to slowly shimmy your shoulders to the bright horns blaring through the bar. "C'mon, Levinson. You drinks a whisky drink, you drinks a vodka drink?" You keep eye contact while bopping to the earworm and extending your hand.
Ari plants his arms on the bar and launches himself over like a goddamn flying ninja to take your hand and pull you off the bar stool.
You squeal and stumble into him before the pair of you right yourself, Ari’s hands firmly on your waist and yours locking behind his neck. After a minute of rocking, completely apart from the music’s tempo, you close your eyes and press your forehead to Ari’s.
“We’re slow dancing,” you say.
He hums in agreement. “Yup.”
“To one-hit wonder Chumbawamba.”
“Appears so.” You may be discussing the song but Ari’s voice has dipped deep and your feet have stopped moving. Ari’s breath fuels yours. His grip steers you to press fully against him.
“Haven’t ever done that.”
“Me neither,” Ari agrees. “Doin’ a lot things with you I haven’t done.” His large hand moves to cup your neck, guides your lips to his, and he kisses you breathless.
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