Your hands shake slightly as you try to stitch up the deep gash the burning blaster shot had made. You hum in pain a little as you clean the wound, preparing it to be stitched up. Your shirt sits in a crumpled little pile on the floor beside you. The shot hit the top of the left side of your abdomen, causing it to be quite painful almost any time you tried to move.
You take a steady breath in, preparing yourself for the pain as you raise the needle. Cara walks in, accidentally slamming the door loudly just as you were about to start. You jump. "HOLY SHIT-," You yell. You relax, placing your hand on your chest and taking a deep breath in as you realize it's just her.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry y/n-," she starts. "Can um... can I do that for you please?" She asks as she examines your wound. "Could you? That would be great," you say as you pass the needle to her. You bite down hard, tapping your foot nervously as she breaks skin. You whimper quietly as she sews up the gash. "Sorry," she whispers over and over again as she works. After a while she finally finishes. "All done," she says as she picks up your shirt off the ground, handing it back to you.
"Thank you," you say before kissing her. "Of course," she responds. You look at her for a moment. "Is something wrong?" She asks. "Stay still," you say as you undo her braid, running your hands through her hair. "Wear your hair down tonight. It's pretty," you tell her. "I love you so much," she says, looking into your eyes. "I love you too," you say back. "I'm gonna go get ready," you tell her, kind of breaking the moment. She nods.
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You walk into the bar, dragging Cara in behind you. You're wearing a little black slip dress. You know Cara loves the way it hugs your body. The two of you sit down at the bar together. "You look really pretty tonight," she tells you. A deep blush covers your cheeks. "Thanks," you stammer. You've never known how to take a compliment. Lovey dovey talk isn't really your forte. You take small sips from your drink. It's pretty heavy but you've had a hell of a day and quite literally have a blaster wound running across your side so you feel like you deserve it.
"You sure you can handle that?" Cara says, raising her eyebrows. "What do you mean," you ask. "I mean I didn't know you had such an alcohol tolerance," she says. "I don't," you respond. "Ah. So are you aiming for blacked out or just regular plastered?" She asks with a smile as she takes swig from her cup. "Not sure yet," you say playfully as you finish your drink, immediately getting a second. The bartender hands you your refill. "Slow down there. I wanna get at least one conversation out of you while you're still sober," she jokes.
"I can do whatever I please. You're not my mom," you say smugly. You take a sip before turning around, scanning the room with your eyes. You usually just enjoy quietly people watching but today you feel a little different. More outgoing. "I mean you have called me m-," you cut her off, placing your hand over her mouth. All your previous confidence is melted down into a puddle of shyness by her statement. "ONCE! I did it once," you say in an embarrassed whisper.
You take your hand off her mouth as she puts her hands up in defense. "Fine whatever... it was twice though," you punch her arm lightly. "I hate you," you say. "I love you too," she responds with a grin. You down the rest of your drink before standing up. "Let's go dance," you say to her. "Ohhh... I usually don't dance," she responds. You sigh. "Your loss," you say as you make your way to the dance floor.
You find yourself somewhere in the center. The music isn't too bad. The buzz that has formed from the alcohol in your system Is helping quite a bit with the fluidity of your movements. A girl spots you from across the dance floor. She comes over to you, asking if you want to dance with her. You're about to tell her you're taken when an idea pops into your head. You turn around, pressing your body against hers as you move slowly. You grab the girls hands, placing them on your hips.
You look over at Cara. Her eyes are glued to you. You make eye contact with her as you lift your arms up, wrapping them around the girls neck. The girl rests her face in the crook of your neck. Cara has a dark glint in her eye. It's a mixture of jealousy and lust. You remove yourself from the girls arms after a while. Cara chugs the rest of her drink, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. She walks over to you. "Did you change your mind about the dancing thing?" You ask.
"Nope. I got a whole different idea though," she says. You raise your eyebrows. "And what would that be?" You ask her. "Do you wanna find out?" She asks. "I thought you'd never ask," you say breathlessly as you grab her hand, dragging her towards the exit. Karga is sat at a table, talking to some person.
He looks sober but there's an array of cups placed over the table. High alcohol tolerance probably. "Im tired, We're going home now. Thanks for inviting us," you say to him quickly. Cara smirks. "Yeah... alright" Karga says, raising his eyebrows. "Have fun," he shouts as you practically run out of the building.
You walk with Cara. The only noise coming from your shoes hitting the hard ground as you walk. Cara breaks the silence. "You know that stunt from earlier is gonna cost you," she says. Her tone is surprisingly normal sounding considering what she's implying. "I was hoping it would," you say. You can hear your heart beating out of your chest.
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JJSDHEHHF YALL KNOW THAT VIDEO OF THAT GIRL AND HER DOG AND SHES ALL FLUSTERED? THATSS HOW I FEEL RN DIJFHFHFH. I literally cannot stop stupid smiling at my phone. God I love women so much 😭
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I Think I Love You (Cara Dune x Reader)
FanfictionAfter your mother died it became your responsibility to look after your two younger siblings. You thought that you would just be working as a bounty hunter, and taking care of them until they were able to support themselves. And you were fully willi...
