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SWEETNESS !

connie springer x fem!reader / modern au setting

bear with me, it’s my first time writing for modern au 😔

lights of various colors blinded your eyes, feminine hands finding way to your waist and hips rolling against yours from behind.

usually, you weren’t one for clubs or parties. you preferred focus and privacy in your life, but it never hurt to celebrate a birthday of an old friend.

sasha had contacted you suddenly, speaking of reuniting with you, as you hadn’t seen her since high school. now, in college, grown out of you awkward teenager phase, you agreed.

her arms wrapped around you, your own hands reaching behind you to pull her closer, grinning and dancing like the world were to end tomorrow.

teenage you could never see herself here. in a club close to midnight, not drunk but not sober, dancing temptingly and enticingly with her high school friend.

your hips moved to the beats, body rolling uncontrollably, moved by the music with your common sense thrown out long ago.

your hair swayed with your head, strands hitting your face softly, lips screaming out song lyrics as you turned to face sasha, leaning closer, sweat shared.

your inner germaphobe seemed to have been as drunk as you, chest against hers as the next song started, her hands cupping your face.

two years ago, you would be rotting in your bed.

feeling your throat become hoarse, you moved closer to her ear, informing her of your departure to the bar to grab a drink, watching her nod and remind you to stay safe.

bumping your way through the dancing crowd, you came to the bar, ordering a simple glass of water that you were quick to down.

a harsh shoulder met yours, your top half suddenly becoming wet with alcoholic liquid. the person didn’t even bother to apologize, didn’t even notice that they knocked their drink onto you as they joined the dancing sea.

mumbling curses under your breath, you kept walking, feet burning in your heels as you got out of the sweaty room through a back door, “shit, fucking asshole.”

“lucky day, huh?”

in the haze of your string of disappointment and distraction, you didn’t notice you weren’t alone, now seeing a guy lean against the wall beside you, face illuminated by a cigarette.

you only gave a sarcastic mumble back, “very.”

looking closer, your eyes traced over his features. buzz cut, neck and throat covered in tattoos, fingers decorated in rings, leather jacket hung on his shoulders. “if you take a picture, you’ll be able to stare a lot longer.”

sighing, you came to lean against the wall to his right, head tilting back. “classic line.”

he shuffled into one pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, opening the lid and holding it out to you, offering. “i don’t smoke.”

he hummed, an eyebrow momentarily raising in amusement and interest before his eyes squinted. “your face… do i know you from somewhere?”

your eyes met his, head turned, blurred sight clearing and sharpening the longer you stared. of course, you recognized those eyes. connie springer, sasha’s best friend since elementary school.

you had met him once, as did he only see you once. on your birthday that sasha dragged him to.

“sweet sixteen,” he muttered, taking one last puff of his cancer stick before dropping it to the floor, stepping on it.

“small world.” you responded, offering a gentle smile, eye lids becoming heavy as the yellow hued lamp above you flickered.

the silence dragged as your hands moved to rub your arms, the chill now becoming evident to you before connie broke the still.

“you’re still sweet.”

his words made you stop, thinking about his words before your head snapped to him again, only to find him still staring, seemingly dazed. “or am i wrong?”

you couldn’t find an answer to give, arms wrapped around yourself as your eyes didn’t stray from one another. your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, his pupils were wide.

he moved, sliding off the leather and setting it onto your shoulders instead, standing closer than necessary. but you didn’t move away.

“y’know, i thought you were the cutest girl back then,” he started, helping you put your arms through the sleeves. “the day i met you, i was kind of stuck in my head. but i was staring at you the whole day.”

he chuckled as if he were an elder, reminiscing about his older days. “i couldn’t stop. i hated myself for not asking for your number, or for not asking sasha. i was foolish, but you were undeniably sweet.”

he lifted his head, zipping up his jacket. “and you’re as beautiful as i remember.”

your expression didn’t change much, only maybe did you feel your eyes soften at the compliment, head tilted up to him. “you’re drunk, springer ─”

“i’m not,” he denied with a chuckle. “believe it or not, i haven’t drank anything yet.”

lacuna followed, silence exchanged as you both simply stared. at one another, past memories flashing before you.

“please,” he mumbled, begging. “i don’t want to be foolish again. let me bring you home, at least.”

part two?

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