Just fun little fanfics <3
Some smut, fluff, angst, and more! I hope you enjoy :))
⚠️self harm, SA, depression, ED⚠️
⚠️DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS⚠️
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Y/n pov
"Hey~" A man smirks, leaning against the bar counter facing me.
I glance from the side, not turning me head. "Hi." I take a sip from my third drink of the night, nearly finishing it. "You uh... here with someone?" He asks, moving his hand up the black sleeve of my dress.
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I turn my head slightly, looking down at his hand caressing my upper arm, while he stares at my slightly exposed cleavage. "Uh, no thanks." I rub his Hand off of me, denying him in a monotone voice, "not interested."
I take another sip of my drink, finishing it. I should probably leave now- I have something to do tomorrow evening anyways
I put the glass cup down, leave the right amount of cash on the counter, and stand up from the stool chair. "Hey, hey, why don't you come with me? I can give you a ride home?"
"Uh yeah- accept a ride from a suspicious man I don't know whom I just denied? Sounds like a great idea." I roll my eyes, and turn around to leave. He grabs my shoulder, the blue flashing lights momentarily illuminating the man's face. He even looks like a douche.
His hand squeezes my shoulder. "Get the fuck off of me-" I spin a half circle to get his hand off. again. "I'm leaving. Don't follow me. Thanks." I throw a glare at him as I turn around to leave.
Once I get to the exit, I start waking down the street to a popular restaurant. I walk in, surprised it's open at midnight. I walk in and go straight to the counter. I order a drink and something small- not trying to fill up so late, just trying to sober up.
I pay and sit down outside in the chilly winter air. On a table next to me there's a very attractive woman, sitting all alone. She looks tired, drinking something while staring down the street. "Rough day?" I break the silence between me and her as cars race by. "Uh, you could say that," she lets out a polite giggle.
"Same," I sigh, "wanna talk about it? I'm sure someone as pretty as you has got plenty" I smile at her, trying to be friendly and not creep this beautiful woman out.
"I think I'm good- but we can still talk-" she continues, "if you want?" She gives a friendly smile, I nod. "I'd like that" I stand up and sit next to her.
We introduce ourselves. "Y/l/n. You can call me n/n" I blush as I smile widely. "Emily Pretiss, you can call me Emily."
We shake hands, and start up a conversation. Apparently she's out so late getting dinner because her work has demanding hours, and she wanted to eat before heading home. She's an FBI agent- hot. She has a black cat- hot. She's got a dark past?? HOT She's older(35)- hottt
This woman is nearly exactly to a Wattpad character- and not only does she save lives for a living, she's also respectful, a great listener, and exceptionally attractive-
When my food is called, I grab it and return, and we continue to talk. We talk about insignificant things, and I got to vent about my family, work, and that random guy at the bar. It's nice, being listened to like this. Emily didn't talk much, but once we both decided to head home, we exchanged numbers.
"I don't know when I'll be free, but we should do this again- it was nice meeting you, n/n" she smirks as she turns her back to me, walking off confidently.
Woah.
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Hope you enjoyed this!! It was short, but I liked the idea so I threw it down lol Take care of yourselves!!
