mdzs au where instead of giving jiang cheng his whole golden core, wei wuxian gets to keep half. everything is normal except they’re both kinda mediocre now and jiang cheng can feel it in his prostate when wei wuxian gets railed by lan wangji
Thank you for all of the support on part one! I think this fic is coming together nicely, I'm excited to see where it goes. :) Feel free to message me if you would like to be added to the taglist! xx
Pairing: Sam x (Female) Reader
Summary: Working at a golf course, you struggle to keep the harmony between you and a vexing coworker, until a turn of events leads you to an unexpected friendship (or maybe something more?).
WARNINGS: Kissing, drinking, smoking, cursing. Nothing too crazy, stay tuned for part three for when things get ~steamy~
And once again, thank you @garbagevanfleet for helping me with suggestions and editing ily <3
Taglist: @jazminewitch @myownparadise96
Having plenty of time after work to get ready for your evening plans, you decide to relay the recent turn of events to your friends over lunch, all of whom are well versed in your complicated relationship with Sam after hearing you rant about him multiple times before.
“So you’re basically lovers now,” one of them jokes, and you scoff.
“Not quite, but we’re better than we were before.”
You all discuss the direction of your newfound alliance, as well as catch up with the rest of their weekly gossip and news, until you realize lunchtime is far gone and that the dinner rush has begun trickling in.
Once you say your goodbyes to your friends, you hurry back home to shower and change. You have no idea what to wear, scattering the contents of your closet throughout your bedroom. You eventually settle for something simple — a blank tank top, denim jeans, and your black and white high-tops. You accessorize to your liking and redo your hair and makeup before checking the time, and you realize you should have left 10 minutes ago. You curse to yourself, grabbing your keys and bag to rush out the door, down the elevator of your apartment building, and ascending into the cool, evening air.
As you found out earlier, the bar is conveniently only a few blocks away, so it did not take long for you to arrive at your brisk pace. By the time you are walking through the door and into the small dive bar, it’s 8:15. You anxiously survey the inside of the dim room for any familiar faces, guests with pitchers of beer shuffling by you.
“You’re late,” you hear a voice call out from behind you, and you turn around to see Sam approaching you. It’s funny seeing him outside of work attire, and he dresses exactly how you’d expect him to; a white, half buttoned shirt, navy chinos, and a pair of very worn leather loafers. The chord of a crystal necklace lays against his bare chest, pulling the whole look into a hippie, borderline cult leader aesthetic. It’s an eclectic look, but you can’t deny that he pulls it off well.
“I almost thought you weren’t coming.”
“Sorry, lost track of time,” you admit honestly, having to half-shout over the loud voices and blaring music.
Sam laughs, then motions for you to follow him deeper into the bar. “We got a booth over here.”
You both maneuver through the crowd until you get to a row of green leather booths at the very back of the room, the middle one seating Danny on one side, and Jake and Josh on the other. Danny immediately spots you, waving enthusiastically while the other two smile politely.
“Glad you could make it, ” Danny says as you shuffle into the booth, Sam squeezing in next to Josh on the other side.
“Yeah, from what I’ve heard I’m surprised you willingly showed up,” Jake adds, earning a glare from Sam. You blush.
You often wondered what Jake and Josh think about you. You figure Danny and Sam have two very differing opinions, or at least they did at one point, and mixed with the brief interactions the twins have had with you on the golf course, you had no idea what they concluded. Now with Jake’s bold interjection, you now know are also very aware of the circumstances.
“What would you like to drink?” Sam asks you, quickly changing the subject before anyone can pry in another joke.
“Jack and coke please,” you request. Sam nods, lifting out of the booth and making his way to the bar.
You sit back, getting yourself comfortable in the cushioned seat.
“You doing alright?” Danny asks you, looking over you carefully. You aren’t sure if he means alright after the turn of events earlier, or alright with being out with them. You’re feeling decent about both situations, but you realize your body language is probably a bit aloof due to your nerves.
“Yeah, I’m doing just fine,” you reply, giving an assuring smile.
“We heard about what happened, I’m very sorry about that,” Josh says, and Jake gives a similar condolence. You don’t mind that the information has been shared with them, though you’re curious how Sam and Danny relayed it to them. You appreciate their sincerity.
“Thank you guys,” you say, your face once again hot.
There’s a bit of an awkward silence between the four of you for a moment.
“You know, Sam actually really-“ Josh starts, but is quickly interrupted by a mass of drinks being slammed onto the table, a few of them spilling over a bit as Sam shuffles back into his seat next to you.
“Beers for the boys,” he exclaims, sliding the 4 glass pints he was somehow carrying by himself across the table to the others.
“And Jack and coke for the lady,” he adds, holding the drink up and bowing his head as if he is presenting you with some prestigious gift. His words are a bit more slurred, and movements more spastic than they were when you first met him at the door.
“How are you significantly more wasted than us already?” Danny asks through a laugh, also catching his change in demeanor.
“I've been sneaking shots with the bartender,” Sam admits with a sly grin. "They all just hit me at once."
Danny gives Sam a disapproving, but amused look, shaking his head. Sam cackles, lifting his pint to the middle of the table.
“Cheers to good drinks and good company,” he shouts a little too loudly.
The rest of you follow suit, exclaiming various cheers and clinking your glasses together. The boys then precede to chug their beers, the foamy liquid going down most of their faces and drenching the collars of their shirts. You watch in amusement before doing your best to chug your own drink. You hear them begin to rally you on once they notice your attempt, the ice in your glass making gulping the drink down a challenge. You finally get the last of it, with only a small dribble going down the side of your face, and you slam the empty glass to the table. They cheer in celebration for your completion, and you beam a smile, wiping your face with the back of your hand. You feel unexplainably elated in this moment, their high spirits easing any anxiety you had before.
Man, do these boys know how to drink. You all eventually get up from the booth to go stand right by the bar, which provided closer access to the liquor and any action that was going on, the place even more packed than when you had arrived. Before you know it, you have downed 2 more Jack and cokes, as well as quite a few other shots that have been pushed into your hands by one of the guys. You don’t even know what they were shots of, but they made you feel warm and tingly as you downed each one.
Not before long, you are thoroughly drunk, and you suddenly have the feeling that you need to break the seal. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, which was just a singular, closet-sized room at the far end of the bar. To your relief there is no line for it, and you stumble in, locking the door behind you. It takes way too much effort to unbutton your jeans, and when you’re sitting down on the toilet your body begins to sway, your head hanging back as you look up at the dingy ceiling. You drunkenly giggle to yourself. You hadn’t been this wasted in a long time, and you are balancing on that fine line between being just the right amount of drunk and being sick. After you finish, you wash your hands and look at yourself in the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink to steady yourself. You look and feel so pretty, even though your makeup is smudged at the corners your eyes, and your flattened hair is stuck to the sides of your face with sweat, and your gut is definitely sticking out a bit from all of the carbonated drinks. You feel fantastic, and you shoot finger guns at yourself in the mirror, tipping your head back in another laugh before unlocking the door.
As you pull the door open, a tall, lanky body comes barreling in with it. They crash into you, causing you to let go of the door and take several steps back into the restroom to catch you both. They steady themselves by gripping at both of your arms, their head resting on your shoulder for a second. It doesn't take long at all before you realize that it's Sam, the wisps of his long hair tickling the side of your face.
“Fuck, my bad,” he laughs, his polite tone indicating that he didn’t yet recognize you. When he does lift his head and steps back, his whole face lights up, as if he was seeing you for the first time all night.
“Y/N, there you are!” he exclaims, wrapping you into a tight hug and rocking you back and forth. This is the second time you had embraced Sam today, but this instance is far more pleasant, even though he smells strongly of beer and whiskey.
“I thought you ditched me.”
You let out a muffled laugh against his chest.
“No Sam, I’m still very much here,” you assure.
“Good, I’m glad you're here,” he says, easing his hold on you. You lightly push his chest back with your palm so you can look at his face, and his eyes are glossy with drunkenness, a grin peaking at the sides of his mouth.
You both just stare at each other, his hands still around your sides. After a moment they begin to slide down to your waist, his hold on you gentle and movements hesitant, as if he's expecting you to stop him. You don't though, the sensation making your chest flutter. You can’t help but glance down at his lips, which are pink and full with a wet sheen. He purses them together for a moment, and his expression changes to something more alluring, almost lustful. When you look up at his eyes, they’re studying your features fervently. Your hand is still placed against his soft, bare chest and you can feel his heart beating against it, and you swear it’s going faster than it was just a few moments ago. At this point yours is racing, and your breath catches in your throat when he starts to lean into you. Your mind begins to fill with a million thoughts that you can’t even fully fabricate at the moment, but you know that you don’t want him to stop.
Your faces are centimeters away from each other when the door to the bathroom swings open, and you instinctively shove Sam away from you.
“Fuck you Jake, I’m going first,” Josh is yelling over his shoulder as he stumbles in.
He halts at the sight of you and Sam. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he bows his head and holds his hands up in apology.
“Pardon me, lady and gentleman,” he says in a funny accent you can’t pinpoint the dialect of. “Excuse my interruption. Please, carry on.”
“Dumbass,” Sam laughs to his brother, walking forward and pushing past him. He turns around and motions for you to follow.
“Dumbass?” Josh repeats, sounding dramatically offended. “You left the door unlocked! I had to piss.”
You shake your head in amusement, following behind Sam. You were disappointed by the interruption, but it was forgotten once you rejoined the chaotic function that was going on outside of the bathroom door.
Danny and Jake were on the small stage by the front windows of the bar, arm in arm as they belted a Neil Young song on a karaoke system. The lyrics rhythmically scrawl across the neon screen behind them as they sway back and forth, taking sips of beer in between verses from pitchers they were each gripping. You, along with Sam and eventually Josh after his restroom break, cheer them on with the rest of the crowd until the last note. They hop off stage and make their way back to you, Sam and Josh.
“Come on,” Sam calls to you once you all reunite. You shake your head, already knowing what he was asking of you, but he grabs your hand and drags you to the direction of the stage anyway. He does his best to help you onto the small, elevated platform, though he ends up being the one that needs assistance, his clumsy frame crashing into one of the speakers. Once situated, he fumbles through the selection of songs before he chooses one.
“It’ll be fun,” he keeps assuring, and eventually the first notes of “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart”, a duet of course, begins to play. You admittedly love this song, and you let out a sigh of defeat before joining him at the single microphone. You two sing together, rather off-key even though no one seems to mind, your bodies turned inward towards each other with the mic stand between you.
♫ Don’t go breakin’ my heart
I couldn’t if i tried ♫
You exchange amused glances at each other as you switch lines, but when you come together at the end of every chorus, he sings the words to you with a sort of full intention that strikes you somewhere deep. It’s almost like he’s giving you a warning.
You’re too drunk to really think deep into it, but the selection seems intentional.
Nevertheless, you two sing every word to your fullest potential. When it’s over, the drunken crowd is too loud and chaotic to really even notice, only a few claps are heard outside of the overzealous applause coming from the three boys at the front. Sam grabs your hand and motions for you to bow, thanking the inattentive crowd as if you just performed something legendary.
~
It isn’t until 2am that you file out of the bar with the boys, drunk and happy as can be. Once outside, Sam immediately pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a slow drag and exhaling it into the cool air. You extend two fingers to him to signal that you want a puff, but instead of handing you his, he pulls another fresh one out of the pack just for you. He carefully cups his hand in front of your face to light it for you as you inhale.
“Thanks,” you say, giving him a wide smile as the smoke escapes between your teeth. He laughs.
“No problem.”
“Hey Sammy, we’re gonna head home. I think we’re playing a round at the course in the morning,” Danny calls out from behind you, the twins at his side.
“You know, if we’re not all too hungover.”
He looks between the two of you, dancing around the question of whether or not Sam would be ending the night with them. Sam glances at you.
“Do you want me to walk you home?” he asks.
“Sure if you want, I’m just a few blocks away,” you say, considering that you’d hate to bring up the opportunity to have another predatory encounter. Walking alone at night makes you especially nervous.
“Alright, I’ll meet you guys later,” Sam calls back to Danny. He seems to have anticipated that response, nodding his head.
You exchange goodbyes with the other boys before turning in the direction of your apartment, Sam falling in step next to you.
“Thank you for inviting me tonight,” you say after a few moments of walking. “You guys are really fun.”
“Yeah, I was a bit anxious to see how they’d be,” Sam says with a laugh. “But they didn’t seem to give you too hard of a time.”
“No, they were perfect gentlemen,” you assure. “A little loud and excitable, but gentlemen nonetheless.”
He nods his head in agreement, taking another drag of his cig. You spend most of the walk not speaking, the only sound coming from your boots grazing the concrete and the occasional shout or siren in the distance. You’re happy to find that it’s not awkward at all, silently enjoying each other's presence like you had in his car earlier. You’re only a block away from your apartment when you do speak again.
“I have a question,” you say, your voice cutting the silence and traveling down the empty city street. You can feel a tension suddenly build between the two of you.
“Sure, go ahead,” Sam says, glancing at you. The inflection in his voice sounds curious.
You’re hesitant to continue, trying to formulate how to initiate a discussion with him that was long overdue. But you realize the question is simple.
“Why?” is all you ask, and you look back at him and see confusion painted across his face, his eyes shifting back and forth.
“Why…what?” he questions, a nervous laugh following.
It’s like you finally unhinged the lock to all of your thoughts and feelings about Sam, and they’re finally pouring out.
“Why were you so mean to me before today? Why did it take such a jarring situation for you to begin treating me like more than just an inconvenience?” you continue, and your words and tone sound much more desperate than you had intended. “I don’t understand what I even did for you to treat me like that in the first place.”
His pace had slowed at the first question, and by the time you’ve finished, he’s come to a complete halt in the middle of the sidewalk. You stop too, watching him closely as you hold your breath in anticipation. He runs the side of forefinger against his jaw in contemplation, seeming like it’s taking him a moment to come up with the right words. His gaze drops down at the sidewalk in front of him before speaking.
“I just don’t know how to act when I’m around you,” he finally admits, his voice sounding much smaller compared to yours.
His eyes flick up at you when you don’t reply. You just look at him puzzled, silently urging him to continue.
He lets out a deep sigh, and you catch him rolling his eyes briefly, that familiar attitude he’s always had with you peaking through. But with the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek, he looks less annoyed and more like he’s nervous, maybe even embarrassed. He bites at his bottom lip, then opens his mouth to continue.
“Y/N, you just do something to me that I can’t even begin to explain. It’s something so profound and overwhelming, that I think I just used anger to materialize it into something manageable,” he confesses, his features mirroring his repentant tone.
You nod your head, even though his words are a lot to process.
“I like being in control, but when I’m around you, it feels like all control escapes me. You just walk into the room and I panic,” he continues, and your heart skips a beat.
You furrow your brows in apprehension, forgetting for a moment the malice that he had used to hide these newly exposed emotions. Sober you would be cynical by his sudden change in character, but in your current inebriated state, you’re eating this up.
“Then after everything that happened today, I think it all finally just clicked. Seeing you so scared and hurt, and then holding onto me for comfort made me never want to let go of you, and I felt so guilty for ever possibly making you feel a similar way,” he carries on his admission to you, and your face begins to feel warm.
“You’re a light to be around, and I’m sorry I ever tried to block you out.”
You can’t help but to feel flustered, his words mixing up a million different emotions in you at once. You shake your head in disbelief, and you can’t help but break into a smile. He had looked genuinely solemn while telling his confession, but his expression lightens when he sees yours. He breathes out a laugh.
“God, please say something,” he begs, and his desperation amuses you. You reach a hand to squeeze his arm assuringly.
“It’s okay, Sam. You’re forgiven,” you state. “I had no idea what was going on either, I just genuinely thought you hated me for whatever reason.”
You begin to resume your trek down the sidewalk.
“You know, analyzing and fully feeling my emotions has never been my strong suit,” he calls out from behind you, and you hear him quicken his pace.
“That’s okay,” you reply as he once again falls into step next to you. “We can work on that.”
~
Not before long, you’re standing in front of your apartment complex.
“This is me,” you say as you stop in front of it, staring up at the high-rise building.
“Glad we made it safe and sound,” Sam says, lightly bumping into your side as he stops next to you.
You both stand there for a few tense moments, and you’re unsure of what to do or say next. You eventually sigh, shrugging your shoulders.
“Well, goodnight Sam,” you say, beginning to walk away towards the front lobby doors. You smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably going to protest the abrupt end in some fashion, but you expect it to be verbal.
That’s why you gasp when you feel a hand snake around your waist, and it swiftly spins you around. Before you know it, your lips are pressed against Sam’s. The kiss is deep and passionate, his lips just as soft and supple as they had looked when you were admiring them before. His hand gently wraps around the nape of your neck and into your hair, and remains there when you pull away.
“Come on, I just poured my heart out to you,” he says in a silvery sweet voice. “You’re not gonna invite me up?”
You toss your head back in a laugh, lightly slapping your hand against his chest.
“Were you only playing nice just now so you could sleep with me?” you question with a suspicious tilt of your head, taking fake offense. “Because if so, that was a very convincing performance.”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Of course not,” he affirms, his eyes brimming with desire.
“I just thought we needed to at least finish where we left off earlier. You know, before our rude interruption,” he recalls, and your mind flashes back to the electric moment you had with him in the bar bathroom, only before his brother’s intrusion ultimately killed the mood.
You beam up at him, pondering what to do. You honestly want nothing more than to bring him upstairs with you, but you also love the idea of making him beg for it. His comment about liking control lingers in your mind, and something wicked in you tempts you to challenge that.
He tries to bring you in for another kiss, but you don’t let him. His grip on you loosens as you pull away, wagging a finger in front of his face teasingly.
“I literally just forgave you for months of patronizing me,” you counter playfully.
You lean forward briefly to give him one last peck, and you can tell he’s aching for more by the way his lips firmly press against you, his hand reaching for yours as you begin to step out of his reach.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you call out, dropping his hand and once again making your way to the lobby entrance.
You look over your shoulder to see him one more time. To your satisfaction, he’s shaking his head, his tongue poking in his cheek in lighthearted defeat. He waves, and you return the gesture before walking through the sliding glass doors and up the elevator, back to your apartment that is still disheveled from when you got ready for the night. You clean up as best as you care to, washing off your makeup and stripping down to your underwear to sleep, not bothering to find your pajama set in the mess of clothes on your bedroom floor. You flick off the lights and crawl under the covers, more than ready to sleep.
Right before you doze off, your phone buzzes from your nightstand. You lazily reach for it, eyes blinking open to adjust to the bright light. The name above the message reads “Dickhead (work)”, which is what you had respectfully typed into your contact list after having to retrieve Sam’s phone number for a work instance once. The name is an amusing reminder of what Sam meant to you at just the beginning of this long, eventful day.
You click open the message, and you smile sheepishly at the screen once you read its contents;
“Meet me at the course early tomorrow. I want to show you something.”
Police Officer Daichi Sawamura is ILLEGAL!!! I'd always have the energy to work night shift if he's around that time 👀 ugh the pain he's giving is astronomical 😫💖 like- SIR I'M ARRESTING YOU FOR STEALING MY HEART AKDGSLDJFSLK
Our hot babie Bokuto is next 🥵 you and Akaashi are colleagues (manga artists) and both of you agreed to eat dinner at a pub after an exhausting day at work. Akaashi also mentioned that he wants you to meet his closest friend, (timeskip!) Bokuto, who is also joining the dinner.
I hope you're doing fine, Eve 🥺 *hugs you tight* I love you, you're amazing! 🥺💖🥺💖 -🤡👀
I AM SO WEAK FOR OFFICER DAICHI OMG, I WANT TO WRITE MORE FOR HIM NOW AHJKSJSHS-
But after reading your ask, I can’t help but to imagine being friends with Akaashi- I'm so soft...
BUT DON'T WORRY, I WILL DEFINITELY SIMP ABOUT BOKUTO'S CHEST RN, LIKE OMG, DID YOU SEE THE RECEIVES HE DID WITH HIS CHEST AHAJJJDKDKD- BRAIN OVERLOAD, I REPEAT: BRAIN OVERLOAD-
I hope you're well too, bby!! *hugs you back*
TAKE SOME LUV RIGHT HERE!! <3
I hope you will see this, even though I'm a little late >.<
___________________
You fidget with the hem of your blouse while you wait at the entrance of the pub.
Your clothing is probably not the best choice, considering the location you’re about to eat in. You’re still in your formal work clothes, with a tight skirt and a clean, white blouse. Your feet start to hurt from the high heels that you’ve been wearing all day long, but you forgot to bring some shoes to change, because you had to work over time, so you couldn’t even shower before you came here. You were just glad that you had a good deodorant at your workplace.
The sound of a notification comes out of your bag, and you quickly open it to get your phone. You look down to the device and see a message from Akaashi.
Akaashi: I’m sorry, we’re a bit late. Bokuto-san forgot that he wants to bring- never mind. You will see. We’ll be there in five minutes. I’m very sorry.
You: No problem! I’m already there, I’ll be waiting at the entrance!
He forgot what? And what will you see? His message cause your brows to furrow, but you just brush it off. They will be here soon, and you should focus more on looking presentable in front of Akaashi’s best friend, and not like someone who just worked ten hours without a break.
Akaashi talks a lot about Bokuto. Or rather: Bokuto-san. He always makes sure to add a honorific to his name, and you can’t help, but to wonder if Bokuto is some kind of scary and intimidating guy, or if Akaashi is just polite. Maybe both.
You take a step forward and notice a little sting on your foot. Probably a stone in your high-heel, the street was rather dirty after all. You lean one hand against the wall and stand on one foot while you take your shoe off. The little stone falls to the ground, and you shakily try to put on your shoe again. But actions like this are bound to fail, especially after a long and hard working day- and you lose balance and fall back. A silent scream escapes your lips, and you involuntarily close your eyes while you fall back- and your back bumps against something hard.
“Oh! Watch out, Miss! That was dangerous! But don’t worry, I got you!!”
A pair of big hands grabs your waist and gently places you on your feet again- while your heart feels like it could explode in your chest any second. Omg, what did just happen-
You don't dare to turn around, you just stand there, frozen, your gaze glued to the hands on your waist. Unusual big hands. Omg, omg, omg-
The person behind you clears his throat. "Uhm... Miss? Are you okay?"
He hesitantly turns you around like a puppet, his hands still grabbing your waist firmly to keep you from falling- and the first thing you see when you turned 180° is a chest. A wide and muscular chest. Easily twice as broad as yours. And so goddamn muscular. You can see the outline of his firm abs through his tight, white shirt- he is extremely well-defined. He must be an athlete, or someone who does sports at least a few times a week, he is just so incredibly buff. Could he maybe be...?
Your breath fastens, your eyes unable to move upwards, until he clears his throat again.
"Akaashi, she's not talking, what should I do? Does she need a doctor?"
"Please move, Bokuto-san, I can't see- oh! Y/n-san. It's you."
"Y/n? You are y/n??"
You finally look up at his words, and meet a pair of big, curious, golden eyes. You shyly smile back at him, desperately trying not to stare too much at his chest anymore. Oh my god, the way his muscles move when he suddenly tightens his grip around your waist and pulls you in for a hug- wait what?
"Nice to finally meet you, y/n! You look very pretty, but you should change your shoes. Or stay close to me, because you need someone to catch you when you fall. I did a good job, didn't I?"
You only manage to nod with your cheek pressed against his chest-
"Bokuto-san, she can't breathe, let her go. And why do I have to hold your flowers?"
"No! Akaashi-san, it's fine!" you quickly press out these words, before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and return the hug.
