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mischiefmoons · 23 days
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a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
words: 5.1k
summary: (post-TLT) drink responsibly… trouble doesn’t; you punch luke in this lol (novelization spoilers? kinda canon-compliant)
The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. Luke visits you four times during college, in a timeline opposite to yours (doctor x river song-coded) (lore expansion & explanation here) (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)
a/n: i hurt myself with this one. anyways its canon (to me) that we’re roommates now !!!! more to come like i promised even during my birthday break ! scream at me in the comments and feel free to reblog :)
(post 3/6, edited/betad @hotchfiles )
solipsism (the idea that only one’s mind is sure to exist)
You didn’t mean to send a prayer out into the world so strong that it would will an apparition of an Olympian, but burning cookies seems to be your specialty. Arguably, they weren’t the good kind, just the ones you grab in the freezer aisle of Walmart, and still, somehow they set your fire alarm off. Opening a window and waving through the smoke— Hestia, goddess of the hearth and home was standing next to the rickety dining table you bought off Facebook marketplace. 
“Holy shit, you scared me!” 
There’s mirth in her eyes at your reaction, though for all you know it could be annoyance—it’s not often that an immortal could be badgered enough to reveal themselves for an accident like this one.
“Dionysus was right. You’re too much like him for your own good,” she grins, taking a seat at the table like she’s an old friend. There’s a warmth to her unlike anyone you’ve met before—fire crackling in her eyes and an aura of serenity swaddling the air that you’ve never felt before in your student accomodations.
“I’m sorry I just… with all due respect, what’s going on?”
You go to toss the hot tray of cookies in the trash bin, before hesitating and putting them on your nicest plate. A gentle shove slides them over the table to the goddess, and she takes a crunch out of one happily.
“You were praying,” she states, like its common knowledge, “so strongly, in fact, I thought I’d make a visit to one of my most loyal devotees. Though in this case, you’re the object of his devotion, yes?”
Your hands are clasped across your lap and a familiar feeling spreads through you, then she jerks her hand up and points, “There. You’re doing it again. Y’know, it’s about time you start reciprocating the effort. Hermes’ son prays for you with intention.” You were thinking about Luke before she appeared—and hope glimmered like a tiny open flame. It’s still there, in the slow beating of your heart.
“He’s waging war with the gods. I don’t think he prays to them anymore,” you reason. Luke's offerings to the hearth must have been extinguished by the wrath he’s rained on Camp Half-Blood by now. The perfect storm.
“Not when it comes to you. Mortals never fail to surprise me. But it seems you’re a special case, my sweet. He’s made a home of you.”
To love Luke feels like having to keep a secret and never being able to tell anyone, but Hestia reaches for your hands across the table and looks at you knowingly.
“When I gave up my seat on Olympus for your father it wasn’t a sign of weakness, even if I did it so that others could be happy. I think your soul is a lot like mine in that you’ve given up so much of what you want to protect others. In turn, he’s doing the best he can to protect you; I listen to him every day, sweet girl. You are not weak for loving him still. There are generations of strength in your bones.”
“What else am I supposed to do? I search for him in everyone I meet and I’m not sure I’ll ever find that type of love again.”
These are thoughts you’d never told anyone—not Annabeth, not your father, not even yourself and surely never aloud.
“I hope you never do,” the goddess says, and you know it too.
i. no winter lasts forever (a night out after a drive home from virginia)
Flick. Flick.
“Come on, Hestia. Not you too. Don’t fail me now,” you mumble. The frigid metal of your zippo lighter rubs against your thumbs as you cup it in your hands, shielding the tiny flame that fights the harsh winter wind. Trying to focus as you lean against the brick of the Inferno, you take a deep inhale of smoke to warm your bones. Healing was never supposed to be easy.
Breathe in.
It’s somewhat of a routine you’ve made since getting back from visiting Annie. You’re a regular at this pub now—not even acclimated to the ins and outs of your sleepy college town, and though you don’t know the name of the hall your classes are in, you do know there’s a barstool in the corner of the Inferno with your name on it. There’s something funny about using your father’s gift as a form of fake id, and you wonder if he knows how heavily you indulge in your vices. Five vodka redbulls down the hatch have your knees feeling weak under the alley light until a stranger looms over you like a shadow.
“Those things are gonna kill you one day.”
Breathe out.
“Gods willing,” you laugh, stumbling over your boots and Luke catches you like he was never meant to let you go in the first place. The leather of his jacket is musky and his hair is buzzed. 
Either you were wasted or uncaring of who he was (both), you toss him your car keys and climb into the passenger seat. It’s a silent ride to your apartment besides you giving him the directions and Luke wonders how bad he must have hurt you for you to lay out for a stranger and waste away like this. But he’s the farthest thing from a stranger, even in this error in time and you’re still the daughter of the god of wine so after the third time you try to put your key in the lock he helps you because he hopes you’ll let him in.
“Y’know Annie would get a kick out of your haircut. Come inside.”
You’ve always been able to see right through him.
He’s standing in the hallway with his hand around your waist and he’s already broken too many of the titan’s orders by being here, so he scoffs, “You’re not gonna remember this by morning.” But you leave the door open anyway, dragging him by the wrist and your hand still feels the same in his even after all this time. What more is there to resist when there’s not much left of him to lose? 
This is the last time, he reminds Kronos, and there are monstrous hands around his brain, but yours are still gently holding his heart. The little part of his soul that hasn’t been eaten away holds on for a bit longer, tethered to your being by the way your hands are tied.
“I can, if you want me to.” 
He looks ready for war, and he is— yet you have him following you around the tiny living room almost in a trace as your arms loop around his neck. Luke doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know if you’d want to see him sober, especially when his absence is still fresh for you.
“Baby you look different from the last time we met,” you slur, stepping onto his feet as he takes you for a spin around the coffee table, dancing in the quiet. He’s older than you’ve ever seen him, voice deeper and colder. This is not the boy that ran from you in the forest many months ago. This is a man who’s seen horrors you haven’t lived through yet. You can deduce that he’s the cause of them too.
“So do you. Though still as beautiful as I remember,” he whispers like he’ll get struck for saying it. Your eyes are unfocused as he inspects your face, still soft and young with hope. The titan grips his features now, almost burning through his sense of self—though it’s not tangible he wonders if you could see it.
“I see you all the time. I just… usually have to drink enough to make it feel real. I just miss you.”
He looks pained at your words, and for a moment you wonder if he even heard you. Luke pushes you towards your room, an aura of darkness spreading through him like fire but he relents, pushing past the flames. He’s on borrowed time now, but Luke would gladly waste those minutes tucking you into bed.
Lifting your arms up, he pulls an old shirt of his over your shoulders, and his eyes catch onto the fact that you’re still wearing the dragon scale necklace he made you. Luke digs through your medicine cabinet while you sloppily wash your face and his calloused hands rub serums and moisturizer into your cheeks like how you taught him once upon a time. These are the things he won’t forget. Kronos can take it all away, as long as he gets to keep you. You lean against his chest and shut your eyes, scared that if you open them again he won’t be there.
“You’re not supposed to be here, are you? Are you mine?”
“I’m always going to be yours,” he says with no hesitation, “Four years later, and there is still not one living thing worth losing you,” he says, lips chasing after your fingertips as you trace his jaw. Your eyes flutter in exhaustion, and Luke’s eyes survey your room and he finds traces of you that he’s missed as he rubs your back lovingly like he has all the time in the world.
Your hands cup his face, making him look at you, and he surrenders himself to you as you pull him into a kiss. He’s a ticking time bomb about to detonate in your arms. The warnings that Kronos is beating into his head is nothing compared to the pain of knowing he won’t be with you for much longer. And he kisses you like he could save you from his blaze by doing so, lips and tongue and shattered breath saying I’m here, and this is real. Maybe your worst vice is not being able to wean yourself off the taste of him.
“Tell me what I need to hear. Even if it’s not true…Even if you’re not real,” you say between gasps, and your position on his lap makes him wonder why he’d ever give the world up and burn it down when it’s sitting right here and staring at him with violet eyes.
“It’s always going to be you and me. I’ll love you until the end of my days and then some.”
You laugh in the way that drives him crazy—though he already is, for loving you still. Luke lost all sense of himself when he left camp four years ago. All that remains is you, pushing him so that his back hits the bedspread. He lets you consume what’s left of him, and he’s on fire.
You wake up the next morning with a jolt. It’s still winter, and you’re still alone but despite the chill, you feel warm.
ii. autumn years (with a familiar visitor who finally shows up on time)
Knock, knock.
There’s someone at the door, but your date isn’t supposed to be here for another 10 minutes.
“Babe, someone’s here for you!” your roommate Jo calls out, and you tell her it’s fine to let them in.
The pantyhose clings to the lotion on your thighs and you fix the bracelet on your wrist, stepping out from the bathroom hollering, “You’re early, Kit! Don’t tell me you’re skipping to the good part; I’m a lady i–”
“Who’s Kit?”
Luke’s standing in the doorway of your bedroom and his eyes flit to the reflection of your naked back peeking through the undone zipper of your dress. You look stunning, lips painted red and eyes smoky, but you’re also furious. Too bad he’s always thought you looked extra hot when you’re mad.
“None of your business. As you can see, I don’t exactly have the time for this, Castellan.”
He shrugs, closing the door behind him gently and with the raise of his brow, Luke is leering at you like a teenage boy. Respectfully, of course. The glint of celestial bronze against his hip reminds you who he’s become though.
“I’ll make the time if you say the words, trouble.”
Sighing, you step forward, but then he does that thing again from the last time you saw him out on sea, twisting the crick in his neck like he has to resist your touch.
“You’re still funny. Some old habits die hard I guess,” you scoff, turning and lifting your hair out of the way so that he can zip you up. He opts to not touch you, sliding the dress closed until it fits against your body. You think you can feel his fingers ghost above your skin, and goosebumps rise where he leaves and his breath is warm on the back of your neck.
“Leave your weapons at the door. I run a tight ship, unlike you.” 
Gliding away from him while his hands are still in the air, you turn and sit at the edge of your bed, crossing your legs as you nod at him. Luke picks up the pair of heels next to where he sets the sword against the wall, and like it’s nothing out of the sort, he gets on his knees. You offer a foot to him while he speaks, “I could tell by the taser on your bedside table. You’ve killed monsters before, why a taser?”
There’s freckles on his tanned cheeks and he smells like the sun. You wonder what he’s done to come see you tonight.
“I’ve found out that not all monsters are mythical. When…are you?”
His eyes dart away from yours, securing the buckles on your ankles, and his touch sears through the mesh of your pantyhose.
“A few months ahead.”
There’s an eyelash on his nose, and your finger reaches out to touch it, but he flinches away. Face pulling into a frown, you spit, “You never slow down enough to let me catch up with you, huh?”
You can hear the microwave whirring in the kitchen, your roommate none the wiser of the sound of two hearts breaking. The both of you suddenly realize this is the first time you two have been alone (and the same age) since he left camp. There’s a silent question of if it will ever happen again as he gets up from the floor.
“So you’re seeing other people. Must’ve been easy, h—”
You punch him in the face before he finishes speaking, and all he can do is laugh. You would never let him off so easily.
“Fuck you. What, you think you can just hop in here and act like everything’s okay? What do you want, Castellan? For me to grovel at your feet and beg for you to fix what you broke?”
And you’re right, he supposes. This is the closest to peace that you’ll get in this life you’ve created without him. He won’t be able to take you on nice dinner dates like Kit can, or hold your hand without feeling like fate is going to smite him for existing. You scoff at the lack of his response.
“What happens next?”
Luke watches you chew on your lip, and even if he shouldn’t touch you in fear that you’ll will away his reason for defecting, by the gods does he want to.
“What do you mean?” he mutters. The cord of his necklace is tucked into your dress now that he looks closer.
“If I’m right,” you say (and it’s rare that you’re not), “each version of you that comes to see me knows less, and each time I see you I learn more. You were 23 last time. Why didn’t you see me at 22?” You know he won’t have an answer, but this is the only time you’ll be able to ask the real him. The one that’s yours, just a few steps ahead.
“There’s already been a lot that’s happened since I last saw you.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” you offer him, like he hasn’t already. He can feel the bruise blooming on his cheekbone and he grimaces with what he’s about to say.
“Never intentionally. I’ll try not to.”
It sounds stupid coming out of his mouth and you feel stupid with how empty you feel just watching him. He’s made a home of you, choosing moments in time to visit, but when he inevitably leaves, then what? Luke taught you how to be a home, forgetting you exist until it’s convenient and now there are things about yourself that you can’t unlearn yet don’t know what to do with.
Your roommate knocks on your door asking if you want a shot of vodka before your date starts, and Luke is already walking towards it since he’s overstayed his welcome. He raises his sword to open a portal but you shake your head.
“Go out the way you came,” you swallow, fiddling with the copper pendant around your neck, “and take the purple umbrella in the hall. It’s raining outside.”
When you walk into the kitchen moments later, the front door shuts gently and Jo’s sitting at the table with a mouthful of ramen noodles.
“Is he warming up the car? Your date’s hot as fuck, babe,” she grins, steam coating her glasses.
Knock, knock.
Your phone buzzes and there’s another knock at the door. Kit is 15 minutes late.
iii. auld lang syne (ringing in the new year with an old friend, or more)
Your apartment is filled with friends and acquaintances, but who the fuck cares anyway? There’s 10 minutes to midnight and you’re crossed out of your mind. Holding onto a half-empty bottle of prosecco, your heels clomp over to the window in the living room as you crawl onto the fire escape. 
Clack, clack.
The air is chilly as you hug yourself, and you hear someone step out onto the stairs behind you. 
“What are you doing out here alone?”
You sigh, not even turning to look at him, “What are you doing here, period?”
He takes the bottle of prosecco out of your hands, making you swivel your head to look at him as he takes a big gulp. He’s younger again, and it makes you laugh at how fucked up your luck must be to never be able to see him when you want. It’s always been on Luke’s terms.
“You’re too young to be drinking that,” you drawl, knees bumping against his when he takes a seat next to you. Long Island is quiet at night, and the lack of city lights is nice when you can see the stars so clearly. Music blares through your JBL speaker in the living room, and the sound of cheers gets louder when The Neighborhood starts playing.
“We used to do worse,” he laughs, but something in it sounds hollow. The breeze picks up and you shiver, taking the bottle back from him and swigging it.
“All these visits…you sure do know how to make a girl feel special. But you never come in the summer.” 
He clears his throat, before leaning back on his elbows, “ I haven’t gone a summer without you since we were 14.” This Luke doesn’t know what’s ahead of him yet, but you realize that he’s right. Even now, he keeps up the habit of pissing you off and raising hell on Camp Half-Blood every summer. You notice he’s not wearing his camp beads, and he notices you shiver again in the chill. 
Clack, clack.
Your heels rattle the metal of the fire escape as you readjust your position. He takes off his jacket to sling it around your shoulders and neither of you realize you’ve missed the countdown until fireworks burst in the sky above you. The red and blue reflect off the planes of his face, but what stands out to you is the orange of his shirt, and you comprehend now where he just came from.
“I had to see you. I didn’t get to say goodbye when I left,” he says, and you take another sip before handing him the bottle to finish off. The only new years’ kiss you’re getting is through the lips that hold the last remaining drops of prosecco. 
You nod, remembering it all too well as you both watch the fireworks in silence. He wasn’t able to watch them properly the last time he was with you, Annie, and Percy just a few hours prior.
iv. spring cleaning (only big days are ahead for the both of you) 
It’s quiet in your college apartment this morning. 
The moving boxes are half-packed and stacked against the wall of the entryway and the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the French press on your kitchen counter permeates the air. Perhaps the idea of caffeine is the last thing on your mind, hands twitching as they smooth over the black polyester of your graduation regalia. There’s a few hours still before the ceremony, but you’ve never liked being unprepared. Pollux is driving your dad down the Island because despite the war you’ll inevitably be fighting in once you cross the stage and get your degree, D specifically told Zeus that he’d wage another if he was made to miss your big day.
Parting your hair to fit under the ugly graduation cap, the tassel swings in front of your face as you grab a few bobby pins from the side table. A golden medallion of Castor’s smiling face almost whips into your cornea and you stifle a laugh. D said in his Iris message last night that all three of them would cheer so loud you’d be able to hear it from Elysium (and honestly, jokes aside—he probably has a way of making that happen). A staggered breath leaves your lungs, and you’re filled with anticipation, though you’re not sure what for. 
Time is a thief and you know that too well by now. After all, you’ve spent the past four years running from the truth of your heritage—dodging monsters between study sessions and grief welcoming you every time you come home. Four years later, and who are you trying to fool? While walking across that stage later you might as well take a bow. After all, your ex-boyfriend is the reason why there’s going to be a war of both blood and ichor, mortal and undying and still, you find yourself in the middle of it. You’ve found yourself fielding questions this last semester like dodging celestial bronze, the questions always a little too close to home and the answers you give are too entertaining to be considered the truth.
So, what are your future plans? 
Oh no big deal, just going home and dealing with generations-old family drama. If it drives me crazy enough I might enlist! 
Gods. 
How do you even articulate that these past few years were those future plans? That you didn’t expect to be alive this long, much less have the comfort of feeling secure enough to dream… It’s been years since you’ve had a good dream to work towards with a boy you once knew holding your hand through it all. But the expensive piece of paper you’ll be receiving later feels fake somehow. 
Who does that belong to? Surely not you…surely, someone who dreams without bearing the weight that comes with it. Someone who doesn’t have to look over their shoulder everytime they walk to work in the mornings, who can convince children that monsters aren’t real without having to lie. Psychology was a great field to learn from the mortal side of things—to know the reasons why brain chemistry affects us so deeply instead of just willing it away with the touch of your fingers. You like making people feel better. But who can ever do that for you?
A gust of wind sweeps through your room, the multicolored tassels hanging off your neck swaying from the force and you shut your eyes knowing he’s there again. Citrus and musk, and something that’s just him. He knocks over your hamper, cussing under his breath until his eyes follow your motionless figure in front of the mirror.
“Shit. I can explain, um… I thought you’d still be asleep,” Luke sputters, his converse falling into your laundry pile like quicksand. He bends over, stuffing your pajamas and sweatshirts back into the bin with fidgety hands as his eyes take a quick scan of your room. There are no pictures of you and him on the bedside table. For a moment, he wonders what that means but then his cheeks redden when he picks up a pair of your lacy underwear. He shoves that down too.
“Big day today. You know I can’t sleep when I know something is about to happen,” you smile wistfully, and you keep your eyes shut for longer, because like this, it’s almost like he’s actually there in real time. In a world where things went your way, this would be his apartment too, and his clothes would be scattered around your shared bedroom like how they used to back in cabin 12. You always used to put them on The Chair, as he would call it—but Luke’s known to make a mess of your life regardless of your efforts.
“When isn’t there? Something’s always going on when you’re around, trouble.”
Click. Scattered memories flicker in your head like images through a view-finder, spinning through your vision as you hear the sound of his laughter, gently tapping away at your heart again. Click. In the ones you pre-selected, he’s draped in sunlight, honey eyes sweet and kind, and his kisses are perpetual instead of an indulgence. Click. He’s always wearing faded orange, worn-out, but most of all well-loved. Click.
You open your eyes and they meet his own in the mirror. Time stops for once, letting you catch your breath.
Right now, he looks just as you like to remember him, as you knew him four years ago. Multicolored camp beads are resting easily against his broad neck instead of weighing him down, and he’s wearing the red converse his dad gave him. He’s too young, and so in love with you that it blinds him, but even then…now, he knows the look on your face and it makes him ask, “It’s not my first time visiting you is it?”
“You’re usually more discreet, the door right behind me wouldn’t have been your first option. But you’ve never failed to surprise me before. Tell me about your day, Luke.”
A hesitant smile crosses his face as he sheathes Backbiter against his hip, adjusting under the weight like he’s not used to it yet, and then he speaks, “We ate strawberries in the fields today, straight off the vine, but I argued that the ones you conjure will always taste sweeter to me. You smushed one against my face and I carried you home. You?”
You nod, turning around to face a ghost of your past, and the both of you meet in the middle only a hairs distance away as you admire each other.
“I graduate today. Annabeth’s driving up with her boyfriend and the rest of my family is coming to celebrate.”
He doesn’t know of Percy yet, of Chris’ insanity, of your brother’s death, and the immense hurt he’s caused everyone. The smile that lights up his face makes you realize he thinks he's still a part of this—you. And you miss him—even when he’s right here, fuck, you miss all the versions of him that have come to visit, even the ones you don’t know of yet. Tears brim your waterline as you take a deep breath; the last thing you want to do is scare him away.
“This was his promise to me. By showing me something I was sure of—and I always knew you’d graduate and make it big. Wanted to see it for myself, baby,” he grins, tangling his fingers with yours like your strings of fate, and though you know the answer to your next question you still take a chance, just in case.
“If I tell you what’s happened since…you. Would it be too late to change your mind?”
“Trouble, do you want me to? Kronos’ plan is already set in motion. I think…” he swallows, and your vision blurs without your permission as tears start to fall. Through the film over your violet eyes, Luke frowns and pulls your fingertips to his lips, kissing each one. He hasn’t done that in years.
“Did I make a mistake? Do I lose you, in the end?”
“Angelface…” you sniff, leaning your cheek against his hand, “You were so scared of losing me that you didn't even stop to think of what losing you would do to me. I lost you so long ago, Luke. And you’re not mine anymore. I don't think you have been in a long time.” In these heels, your forehead is closer to his lips so he kisses that too, hoping that somehow this time he can will away your pain instead of his. He doesn’t know what to do but hold you until you say something again.
“I’ll tell you something you need to hear. And no matter what you say or think, babe—it’s the truth. Even without all the glory in the world I would still be yours. I still am, even if I can’t bear it.”
Though he’s holding you, it somehow feels like the opposite—a purer version of him in your embrace while he holds the broken pieces of you together with his golden touch. Right now, you look into honey instead of gold. The both of you look at each other in the mirror melded together like kintsugi, something good still shining through the cracks of you two together like this.
The sound of keys jangling in the lock of the front door lifts you from his embrace, and with one look you both know its time for him to go; Luke’s brows furrow as he mutters, “I’m sorry. I’ll fix this, and we’ll be together. I promise.” You nod anyway, hoping at least one of you believe it.
“Go home, Luke. She…I still need you. I’m always gonna.”
He’s already got Backbiter in hand and one foot through time when he looks back at you. Your voice sounds a lot like how it does when you tell him you love him. Luke wonders how long it’s been since you did. Your bedroom door opens with a bang and some laughter.
“Hey troublemaker, you left the dryer on! All your clothes are gonna shrink,” Jo grins, peeking her head through the doorway of your room and she’s looking at you in your graduation gown standing there alone.
“Were you on the phone? Who were you talking to?”
It’s quiet in the apartment again. Your fingernails make indents in your palms, bunching up into fists before you let go. A sad smile crosses your face as you let the settling wind kiss your cheeks, before reality kicks in and everything settles back to how it was before. 
“Just someone I used to know.”
“And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them, and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be, and you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.” -Richard Siken
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εïз┊𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐀.𝐌. — feat. mammon
synopsis. he couldn't help but be concerned when he couldn't find you at 1:47AM
— content warnings. oh just mammon being completely head over heels for you and panicking just a lil bit, gn!reader, they/them pronouns — word count. 1, 478 
εïз┊author's note. hehe i know i haven't posted in a few days so here's this <3 i want to write over the weekend but i'm not sure how realistic that is <//3 also i don't play this game anymore but that doesn't mean i don't love all the demon brothers any differently 🤭
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a yawn fell from his lips as he made his way down the hall to your room. his older brother, lucifer, had kept him up studying for as long as he could. it was evident from the dark bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped as he walked.
it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mammon to check up on you in your room if he wasn’t in there for the night. he’d been doing it every since you stopped sharing a room with beelzebub. it was just a part of his nightly routine at this point.
another yawn came from his lips as he raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes shutting for just a moment before opening up again as he stood in front of your door. a human living with demons, a demon falling for a human. that was something he never thought would happen to the likes of him.
he sighed, grabbing the door handle and twisting it slowly, hoping not to wake you up from the creaking of the hinges. the light from the hallway peaked into your room as he opened the door more. 
he rubbed his eye with his free hand as he stepped into the room to get a better look at your bed. every night you were always wrapped up in your covers with the cutest sleepy look on your face, it was something that always made him smile more than he’d like to admit.
so, when he didn’t see that precious expression of yours asleep in your bed, he panicked. his eyes widened as he swung the door open, even more light shining into your dark bedroom. he swore he looked in every corner, under everything, over everything, and you weren’t there.
he stood outside your room, looking back and forth before making a b-line to leviathan's room, his younger, anime obsessed, shut in of a brother. he banged on the door. “levi! LeVi y/n’s missing! they’re gone, they just vanished into thin air LEVI!” 
before he could bang on the door again, it opened, showing a very annoyed looking levi on the other side. “you made me drop ruri-chan, you scum.” 
“ruvi whoever doesn’t matter, y/n-”
“ruri-chan does matter.”
“oh screw this,” his eye twitched as he threw his hands in the air, regretting his choice to find this brother first. “i’m done with ya, i’ll find them myself!”
levi stood in the doorway, his annoyed glare turned into one of confusion. “find who?”
“y/n-”
“y/n’s missing?” 
“...” mammon bit his tongue, slowly turning back to his brother with a smirk on his face, he had thought of the perfect plan. make levi jealous. “nope, cuz i’m gonna find them without ya and then i’ll be the hero, not you!”
“hero..?” his eyebrows raised, a grin soon finding his lips. “that’s me! the hero, i am!” his eyes filled with pride as he placed his hands on his hips, his “hero stance” as he calls it.
“weirdo..” the word fell from his lips. getting levi to play along was always easy as long as you make him think he’s some sort of hero. 
while mammon was thinking of where you could be, he suddenly felt a tug on his wrist. “every hero needs a trusted steed!” and he was dragged through the halls by levi who was really off in his own world.
before he knew it, he was standing in beelzebub’s room while levi poked him until he was awake saying he was just the right steed he’d been looking for. 
“y/n’s missing?” beelzebub spoke, his voice low and raspy since that was the first thing he said after bein woken up. “are they in the kitchen? that’s where i’d wanna be right about now.” he yawned as he stood up, following his older brothers down the halls. 
levi was way too happy to make a plan to find you, but in the end, mammon just let him do whatever because at least he was helping. the three of them split up, texting each other with their findings. nothing, absolutely nothing. 
“where are ya..?” mammon whispered to himself, his brows furrowing as he made his way down the stairs and to the front entrance. a sigh fell from his lips as he casually glanced around the area, not seeing anything that stuck out. 
until he took the shortest glance out of the window, his eyes widened as a smile graced his lips at the sight of you sitting on a small hill outside the house. he practically trips over his feet running out of the door and to you. 
which, unknown to mammon, one of his younger brothers had seen. he smiled at just how obvious it was that mammon loved you. “how cute~”
as he gets closer to you, he stops running, trying to play it off like he was casually walking towards you. “human, why are ya out here so late? i was worried about y-” he coughed, shaking his head slightly. “beel was so worried about ya he shook me awake, i thought he was gonna eat my arm.”
when you didn’t respond, he poked your head. “hey, i was talkin’ to ya.” a pout formed on his lips as he took a seat next to you on the grass, just a bit closer than he’d meant to.
his eyes scanned over you. you were in your pajamas, but out here in the cold looking up at the sky. 
“whaddya lookin’ at? there’s nothin’ up there.” his eyes moved from you, to the nighttime sky he’d been looking at for centuries.
you smiled, your voice hoarse. “in the human world there is,” his lips parted slightly as he looked back at you once more. “have you ever seen stars?”
of course he hadn’t seen stars. he’d never been to the human world at night before, but he couldn’t let you know that. “pfft-” he waved his hand dismissively, a smirk on his lips. “yeah of course i’ve seen stars- duh.”
you giggled, making his eyes widen as the tips of his ears turned a deep shade of red. “they were always so fun to look up at, it was peaceful trying to find the brightest one or seen shotting stars. so, i’m just reminiscing, that’s all.”
“well you should go back to bed,” he changed the subject, in truth, he didn’t want you to see him so blushy and such a mushy mess for you. “it’s dangerous out here by yourself, a demon could eat you y’know?”
there was a moment of silence, where neither of you spoke. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, no, it was comforting. “out of everyone, i’m glad you’re the one that found me, mammon.” the cheery smile he’d come to know and love graced your lips as you looked his way. 
he was too stunned to speak, where usually he’d have a snarky comment denying any feelings he might of felt from your words, he had nothing this time. blush covered his cheeks as his eyes grew wide. the proximity of you two didn’t help his situation either. you were so close.
your hand found his on the grass, smoothing over his as you leaned closer to him. your lips getting almost dangerously close to his. his mind raced. was this a joke? it had to have been a joke. there’s no way you’d feel the same way right? a human and a demon was not a good combo, right?
his heart beat was ecstatic as his free hand slowly found its way to your cheek, cupping your face in the most gentle way. there was hesitation on his part, but could you blame him? he’d been holding back for so long. ever since he might you, he’d been holding back his greedy self for your sake. for the first time in his life, he held back his greed for something, for someone, just for you. “y/n..”
your lips barely brushed against each other, before you both heard a whine from behind you. “y/nnnnn-chan~” and suddenly, mammon felt a hard hit on his head, being thrown to the side like scum. “you don’t get to hog all of y/n-chan’s time like that!” asmodeus, the fifth oldest of the demon brothers whined. “what if i wanted to have a moment with my lovely y/n-chan?” he hugged you tight, pressing his cheek against yours before he started leading you inside, occasionally sending victory glares back at mammon who was still sitting in the dirt.
mammon sat there, a frown on his lips as they began to quiver. his fist hit the ground, then another, and then another like a child throwing a small tantrum. “dammit asmo...” he held a finger up to his lips. “we were so close...”
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The Origin (1)
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Summary: How you and Hazel and the fight club started. Also Hazel's Spider-Woman. But you don't know that.
Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader
Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of bruises and cuts, Idk what else
Word Count: 1508
Note: It's literally my first post. It may suck. I don't care. I don't get paid for this. I hope you do enjoy though, cause there's not enough Spider-Woman Hazel Callahan fics out here. Love yall - Bia <3
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“You got paired up with (Y/N) for the ‘women murdered in history’ project?” 
Hazel nodded at Josie’s question. She had just left Mr. G’s class with PJ and Josie where he had introduced a new project to create a diorama based on a famous woman who was murdered. The partners were chosen by random, and to Hazel’s horror, she was paired up with you. 
Who just happened to be Hazel’s crush for 4. fucking. years.
Hazel had many moments of crises in her 18 years of life, which included getting bitten by a radioactive spider during sophomore year at a school field trip to the science fair, getting caught by Josie and PJ’s spider-trap (Where PJ wanted to catch Spider-Woman for her youtube channel with a net, and she actually managed to?) and Hazel had to reveal her secret identity, and her mother’s recent divorce with her minor-fucking, emotionally unavailable father. 
But none of them made Hazel as frantic as being paired with you for a school project. 
“Thats fucking amazing,” PJ said in jealousy. “How come that never happens with me and Brittany? I got paired up with that one emo kid who probably wants to blow up the school.” 
Hazel groaned, leaning her head against her locker. She was already tired from last night’s fight with a local bank robbery, which led to her face scratched and bandaged up today. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she was going to impress you. 
“Okay, well, you don’t look very happy considering you’re like, obsessed with her,” Josie commented. She was well used to Hazel’s constant remarks about how pretty you looked during class or how you made eye contact with her for 2 seconds. 
“I’m fucked. I just get so nervous around her,” Hazel replied, anxiety seeping out from her voice. “I have never really had a conversation with her other than, ‘hello’. If I can’t even talk to her properly, how am I going to do a whole project with her?” 
PJ rolled her eyes. “Hazel, why are you so worried? You literally swing down tall ass buildings and beat up tall ass criminals, and you can’t even talk to a girl that you like? Didn’t your spider powers give you like, enhanced everything?” 
“I’m pretty sure the whole point of Hazel’s secret identity is for you to not talk about it out in the open, PJ.” 
“I’m just saying, if I saved the neighborhood every night wearing a red and blue spandex lady gaga suit, I’d be getting so much puss right now.” 
The two continued to bicker as Hazel sighed. PJ was right. It was just a project. It wasn’t a big deal, it was only for a week, and she was certain you were straight anyways. All she had to do was just man up and talk to—
“Hazel?” 
Hazel jumped, turning around from her locker to see you standing with an alluring smile on your face. You wanted to talk to your project partner before the start of next class, who seemed to be very stunned at the sight of you. She looked like a puppy, with her widened blue eyes and her tousled brown hair. 
Hazel blinked rapidly and clutched her notebook, barely managing to reply with a small, “Hi.” 
“I don’t know if you remember me. I’m (Y/N),” You introduced yourself, starting to offer your hand but retracting immediately because you realized that you’re a high schooler and that it’s probably lame to shake hands in this day and age. “I’m partnered up with you for Mr. G’s class—” 
“-Yeah, I know who you are. (Y/N),” Hazel said, almost too quickly, causing her friends to hold in their laughter. “Mr. G’s project. Yeah– I can work on it. All of it, if you want.” 
“No, of course not, we can work on it together,” You laughed, before recognizing all the injuries on Hazel’s face. “By the way, you’re pretty bruised up. Are you okay?” 
Hazel instantly touched her bandages, feeling a bit embarrassed at her state. 
“’m fine. I just fell.” 
You frowned, staring intensely at Hazel’s face. “I don’t think you can get these cuts from falling.” 
“Well, some of them are from falling and some of them aren’t...” Hazel trailed off as you came closer, your face filled with genuine worry. You knew Hazel wasn't exactly popular, but you didn’t know she was bullied. Hazel slowly backed away, her heart beating out of her chest as her back made contact with her locker. 
Hazel's Face started to burn up, turning to Josie for help. Josie stuttered, “This is nothing, she just– she’s part of this— this club, and—”
“A club? What kind of club fucks up her face like this?” You interrupted, your hands reaching out and brushing Hazel’s bangs out of the way, carefully examining the bandages. “Is it like a fight club?” 
“Yes!” 
“No–” 
“-More like a women’s self defense club?”
You looked at the three girls who’ve provided different answers all at the same time.
PJ spoke up first. 
“Yes, we absolutely do have this club where girls fucking beat each other up and shit for… feminism. So that we can teach girls how to protect themselves from the evil male football players.” 
“You know how to fight?” You asked, staring at PJ who barely had any muscles.
“Yes. Because, We… went… to… juvie over the summer.” 
You blinked.
“...There’s also a serious lack of female solidarity in this school,” Hazel stiffly added. 
“Right. Okay, that’s fine, I guess,” You accepted. “Could I join?” 
“Yes. Absolutely!” PJ exclaimed, her face lighting up immediately. “You could bring your friends too. You know. Specifically your cheerleader friends. Specifically Brittany and Isabel.” 
Before you could question why specifically Brittany and Isabel, the bell rang to inform the students for the start of next class. 
“Okay, here—” You took the notebook Hazel was holding and quickly scribbled your number on one of the pages. “Message me so we can talk about the project. And the club. Is that okay?” 
You handed the notebook back as Hazel nodded, in denial that you just gave her your fucking phone number. You waved before running off to your next class, feeling happy that you had made a new friend. (haha friend…)
Meanwhile, Josie was losing her mind. 
“PJ, what the fuck are you doing?” 
“This is absolutely perfect!” 
“No, it’s not, PJ— we don’t have a feminist women’s self-defense fight club. You also don’t care about feminism. Your favorite movie is Entourage.” 
“Okay, first of all, shut up, and second, we can just make the club now, obviously. Come on– I just created the perfect opportunity for all of us to talk to Brittany, Isabel, and (Y/N)!” 
“Hazel, please tell PJ that she’s insane,” Josie turned to Hazel. 
Hazel grinned and said; 
“She gave me her number.” 
Josie groaned. “Congratulations! But we have a bigger problem now. We don’t know how to defend ourselves!” 
“Self-defense is common sense. You try to punch me in the face. I stop it from happening. Whatever, I don’t care, it’s easy,” PJ shrugged, holding a MMA fighter stance and started throwing air punches. 
“Yeah, maybe for Hazel, who literally has the… spider tingles? Hazel tingles?”
“Please do not start calling it Hazel tingles.” 
“And let’s not forget, you literally have superhuman strength,” Josie cautioned. “If we do this— very big if, we just run the biggest risk of exposing you and your spider identity. One wrong punch and you’ll send a girl to the hospital.”  
PJ turned to Hazel and grabbed her by the shoulders. 
“Hazel, listen to me. We teach a bunch of girls how to defend themselves against the evil high school fuckboys. They are grateful to us. Adrenaline is flowing— next thing you know, Isabel, Brittany, and (Y/N) are kissing us on the mouths!” 
Hazel paused. “I don’t know. Like Josie said, it’s a huge risk. The last thing I’d want to do is put (Y/N) in danger.”
A sardonic smile played on PJ’s lips. She tapped on Hazel’s notebook.
“Hazel, she gave you her number.”
Hazel stood, her mind racing once again. PJ’s idea of starting a self-defense club was dangerous, she knew that. She would be gaining attention all while showing off her fighting skills, which is what she had been hiding for years. Josie’s warning echoed in her mind. But then she remembered the way you had looked at her, with darling concern in your eyes when you asked about her injuries. She hadn’t had anyone worry for her like that in a while. 
Hazel took a deep breath.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Josie cried.
“She said okay! It's an okay! We’re doing this!” PJ screamed, grabbing Hazel’s hand and pulling her towards the school’s office to create the club. “We’re going to lose our virginities this year! This is the year!”
“Okay, but who’s going to be crazy enough to even advise this club?” Josie yelled after them, but the two were long gone.
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poeticpascal · 9 months
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Trouble (Pedro Pascal x Rockstar!Reader)
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Summary: Pedro had never heard of (Y/N) (L/N) before his latest appearance on The Graham Norton Show. By the end, his assistant wishes it had stayed that way, and he wonders how it took him so long to find her.
Word count: 4.8k
Warnings: mentions of drug abuse (now recovered), allusions to but no specific mention of an overdose.
A/n: I am very nervous to post this! I've never written a fic about an actor like this before, so depending on how this one does lol, you may be able to expect more from me like this. Please let me know what you think, and don't forget my requests are open!
“And he used red this time! We were getting so worried that he wasn’t interested in all 3 primary colours-”
Pedro sighs, glancing towards the door to see if his assistant was coming back yet. No sign.
He turns back to the old lady who’s been talking now for what - 4 hours? 5? It felt like it. She was sweet, and he didn’t want to be rude, but god if he had to spend one more minute hearing about her grandson’s latest finger painting-
“So sorry I took so long! We’ll have to get going Pedro - your next interview is in 10.”
His assistant - Alicia - burst back into the room and Pedro was sure he could feel his eyes well in relief. He takes the lady’s hand, shaking it and giving her a warm smile. “Mrs Alderman, I’d love to hear all about Harvey, but I’ve gotta go. It was lovely to meet you!”
She smiles in understanding and clasps her own hand on top of his. “It was lovely to meet you too, Peter!”
Alicia snorts behind him, and Pedro gives up with a final, defeated smile before heading out of the cafe and back towards his car. He’d only wanted to nip in for a second, to grab coffee and a pastry, but then Alicia got a phone call, and Mrs Alderman started talking to him in the queue, and by the time they left his goddamn coffee had gone cold.
They clamber inside, Alicia pushing a few files onto the backseat as Pedro stares. “I almost died, you know,” he quips, half muffled as he takes a bite of his croissant. He hums at the taste, light and buttery; maybe it had been worth it.
Alicia rolls her eyes, used to his antics by now. “I was on the phone to the BBC. They’ve confirmed who you’ll be on The Graham Norton Show with.”
“They have? Who?” 
He generally felt nervous going on the big chat shows, especially with how in demand he'd been recently. But Graham had been so warm, especially for his first time on the show, that when they asked him to come back he'd accepted without hesitation.
And really, he was quite looking forward to it.
Alicia doesn't seem quite as excited though. She flips open her notepad, littered with delicate but hasty scribbles of various projects and dates, and begins to read out the names.
“Robert Downey Jr, he’s promoting Oppenheimer.”
“I'm gonna meet Iron Man?” Now he was nervous.
“Kate McKinnon. She's in the Barbie movie, I think.”
“Amazing.” He'd always wanted to meet her.
“And…” she sighs. “(Y/N) (L/N).”
“Who?” No seriously, who?
Alicia snaps her head up to look at him. Surely he didn’t not know who she was? “(Y/N) (L/N)? The singer?”
Pedro just shakes his head, unbothered. “Nah, never heard of her. She any good?”
“No, Pedro, that’s the point.” He cocks an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue as she looks back and forth between him and her notes. “She’s a publicist’s worst nightmare. She’s the lead singer of this band, The Heartbreakers, they’re huge. Like, Taylor Swift-huge. But if Taylor Swift did heavy metal.”
“And why don't we like her?” he asks.
“Because she’s trouble. She’s had big drug problems, she argues with everyone, she goes on stage and pulls all these crazy stunts. She’s always in the news, Pedro.”
He can’t help but think she sounds like fun.
“Can’t be that bad, right? If she’s that famous?”
Alicia shakes her head, “she's famous, but that doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous. People love you right now, Pedro. I’m just concerned that if you’re seen to be… friendly with her, people will raise their eyebrows. It won’t look good.
He thinks for a second. It really wasn’t in his nature, this whole PR thing. He liked meeting new people, and listening to them, and connecting. Maybe not Mrs Alderman - and now he's thinking about that nightmare again - but, for the most part, yes; Pedro liked people.
And not giving someone a chance because of his public image didn’t feel right.
Alicia sees the cogs turning in his brain, so she flips the pad closed, giving him her full attention now. “I know it’s strange, but I mean it. It’s not a hole you want to get dragged into. Her fandom is huge, the media's obsessed with her, parents hate that their kids listen to her and kids love to piss off their parents by listening to her. I’m going to speak to them about getting you sat on the opposite end of the couch... I just want to make sure you’re not linked with her. Trust me.”
With that, he nods his head. He does trust her - at the end of the day, he didn’t even know who this (Y/N) person was. So what if he didn’t speak to her much on the show?
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“WHAT?!”
He had to pull the phone away as Bella’s near-screech pierced his ears. They yell again, something along the lines of “are you serious? Pedro, are you serious?!”
“Yes I’m serious, what’s the big-”
“Oh my god I can’t believe it! You’re going to meet (Y/N) (L/N)! Will you mention her to me? I saw her tweet once that she watched the show and oh my god I need her to follow me on Instagram-”
“Wait, Bella, wait,” Pedro rubs his thumb and forefinger between his brows, not exactly thrilled that what was supposed to be a call to calm his nerves the night before the show was now filled with so much rowdiness. “I don’t even know who she is! You listen to her?”
They gasp, and he just knew they were pulling a dramatic, jaw-dropped face on the other end of the line. “Come on man, I know you’re not the hippest guy around but you have to know who she is!”
He giggles, throwing his hands in the air. “‘Fraid not, Bella. I’ve no clue. I do know i’m not supposed to talk to her though.”
Now there was a real gasp, not the purposefully dramatic kind. “What? Pedro, you can’t not talk to her. You have to. She’s the coolest person, like, ever.”
Pedro scoffs, “what about me?”
“When you get sleeve tattoos and banned from performing at the VMAs, you might get considered dude.”
“She was banned from the VMAs?”
You know that feeling, when someone tells you not to do something, and you don’t want to do anything else?
Yeah, that.
“I’ll send you the link, it was so cool. She said she’ll be allowed back next year anyway 'cos they need her to stay relevant.” He giggles again at that, and yeah, he couldn’t deny his intrigue.
“So that’s why you like her? She's all rebellious and stuff?” Pedro chews on his thumb as he asks, the anxiety of tomorrow not quite forgotten, but listening intently as Bella rants on.
“Nah, I mean she is controversial, but I just think she’s amazing. She acts all tough and rock 'n' roll, but she's really great deep down. I went to see her band once a couple of years ago, and this girl fainted so she stopped the whole show to make sure she got water and was okay. She’s just misunderstood, man.”
“Is it true she’s a drug addict?” He's not sure why he felt the need to ask. Why he cared. Maybe it was just to build a better picture, or maybe because Bella loves her so much, and he cares about their interests. Maybe, he had a sort of… concern, for her. For this enigma.
They knew each other well, and Bella could sense Pedro’s interest. More than anything, they were just excited to tell him about their favourite singer. “She used to be, it was crazy. She’d go on stage high and everything, people really hated her then. But she’s been sober now for, like, a year? She talks about it a lot. This is what I mean dude - everyone remembers all those shitty things but I think she’s so strong.”
He hums in agreement, thinking back to Alicia’s warning a few days earlier.
“Do you think it’d be bad? If I talked to her?”
It was Bella taking a moment’s pause, now. “I mean… Alicia’s not wrong. She’s not exactly got the cleanest image a celebrity’s ever had. I guess it’s up to you to decide what matters most.”
It was quite profound really, and Pedro was reminded of just how mature they were for their age.
“The most important thing is that you give her my instagram handle.”
And just like that, the moment’s gone. He laughs, shaking his head and muttering “you’re a dick”, before falling into conversation about other things. He fully intended to look up (Y/N) (L/N) before he fell asleep, but the hours went by quick and soon enough he'd drifted off, phone in hand and tomorrow's nerves dispelled for now.
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Maybe this whole Graham Norton thing was a bad idea.
Pedro was tired.
It had been a long flight to London, a long drive from the airport to his hotel. And a long, long wait at the studio before they even thought about getting filming started.
He’d been in hair and makeup for a good while, and according to Alicia, it would still be another two hour’s wait until they got him sat on the big red couch.
Yeah, he was tired.
He steps out, the muddied skies of London painting a grey-cast shadow on his face, the frosty winds hitting his skin. It was nice. Different. Much harsher than the LA sun he was used to.
He looks around; it’s just him there in the car park, leant against the windowsill and letting his eyes drift shut. It’s peaceful, and if it weren’t for the rushing of the motorway that ran just beside him, he’d almost feel alone.
“Mind if I join?”
He jolts awake, startled out of his near-tranquility, facing the woman who’d crept outside through the same doors he did. She was casually dressed, far more so than the BBC staff he’d seen today; she must be a temp, or an intern or something. A heavy black hoodie swallows her frame, and he wished he had a similar one as his ice-cold breath fell into the air. His eyes draw upwards, and he thinks to himself just how pretty she is. (Y/H/C) hair is bundled in her hood, loose strands blowing messily in the wind. She has no makeup on, so he can see greyish bags hung under her eyes, her lips stained pink, a soft blush blooming over her cheeks from the frosty air. There’s a roughness to her, something harsh, and it makes her so utterly alluring.
“Yeah- yes, of course. Of course.” He offers a smile, and she smiles back, and his heart races.
He shuffles to the left, unsure of why he’s making room for her on the windowsill; they’re outside, he’s a stranger. There’s a bench not far from the door, perfectly fit for her to sit on. And yet she follows his movements, and leans against the porcelain outline of the large window, searching for something in her pockets.
“D'you smoke?” She produces a pack of cigarettes, and digs out a lighter from her back jean pocket. Pedro watches as she slips one of them between her lips, covering the end with delicate hands as she lights it, revelling in the taste and taking a long drag. He notices then her long black nails, perfectly painted and delicately holding the cigarette in place, elegant and weapon-like at the same time.
There’s a nonchalance to everything she does, and it’s enticing. She doesn’t look at him when she asks, or when she expels the smoke from her lungs, keeping her eyes set forward and undoubtedly feeling the weight of Pedro’s on her face.
He forgets he’s supposed to answer.
“Er, no, thank you. I’m being good.” He offers her a smile, forced as he tries to remember his own whereabouts, too entranced by the beauty and the charisma that fell from this woman in droves.
The two are silent for a little while, he can’t be too sure how long. He smells the smoke from beside him, sees the wisps drawl from her tongue and into the cool air, and for someone who considered himself rather charming, he couldn’t for the life of him think of something to say.
He doesn’t have to.
“What're you doing out here, then?”
And this time she is looking at him. They’re sat close, and his eyes meet hers with ease, warm and welcoming. He feels a little more comfortable now, like she’s a friend; her warmness makes it hard to feel anything other than at peace.
He smiles, bashful. “I’m working.”
“Working?”
He looks down at his shoes, rubbing them against one another. It was always a strange conversation to have, explaining who he was to people who didn’t know. It felt like showing off a little; more than anything, he didn’t want to make a big deal of it.
“Yeah, I, uh… on the show.”
She giggles, and it sounds so sweet that his tummy heats up. “I’m only kidding. I know who you are. The Last Of Us, right?”
There’s a sincerity to her tone, nothing like this thick, false charm people try to use when they know he’s famous. It didn’t feel like she wanted anything from him in that moment. He nods, looking back up at her and his breath hitches when they immediately lock eyes again. Her lips are turned into a sly smile, cheeky almost, and he can’t help but grin back.
“I liked that show,” she says before taking another long drag.
“Thank you. That means a lot to me. Makes this fuckin’ huge press tour worth it.”
She laughs. Not the quiet giggle she gave him before, but a proper laugh, one that makes her eyes brighter and her nose scrunch up. Pedro laughs too, caught up in her, and when their chuckles die down they relax into a comfortable silence for a few moments before he turns to her again and asks, “how about you? Are you on the production team?”
She ponders her answer. It’s the first time - in the 10 minutes since they’d met - that she’d seemed to falter. Like she was unsure. “Yeah, you could say that.”
He didn’t push it. Maybe his fame was a problem. Did she feel overwhelmed? Or judged? He didn’t know - but a twang of sadness settled in his gut, and he wondered what to say next.
She recovers quickly, though. Stands back up a little straighter, puts the butt of her cigarette out against the wall, and faces him once again. “You seem nervous."
Pedro chuckles, nervously. “Am I that obvious?”
“Only when you scuff your shoes within an inch of their life and readjust your glasses every 10 seconds.”
“And here I thought I hid it well.” Cocking an eyebrow, the woman looks at him knowingly and tilts her head, encouraging him to go on.
“I always get nervous before these things... it feels worse this time, though. I just know Robert Downey Jr is gonna think I’m so weird, and then there’s this other lady I gotta avoid-”
“Who?”
She was abrupt, quickly apologising for interrupting him. He didn’t mind. “She’s like this... musician? I think. I’m sure you’ll know who she is. I’m awful at keeping up with whatever the kids are doing now. (Y/N)- (Y/N) something.”
There was a pause, awkwardly long. “My assistant says I gotta stay away from her” her continues, feeling a need to fill the gap. “Just doesn’t feel right to me, you know? To judge someone like that before you’ve even met them?”
He watches as she nods her head, deep in thought. She meets his eyes and nods again, faster, showing to him now that she agrees. She understands. He’s not quite sure how she understands, but he believes her; she didn’t strike him as the dishonest sort.
Pedro’s phone vibrates in his pocket, startling them both and they share another soft laugh. He grabs it, seeing Alicia's text flash on the screen - You’ve got a meeting with the producers to go over filming. 10 minutes. Ah shit.
“Everything okay?” There’s concern in her voice, and Pedro wonders if she knows he has to go. If she’s just as disappointed as he is.
“Yeah, yeah. I just - I gotta go.”
She’s definitely disappointed. He knows because her bright eyes fall the same way his did.
He’d never quite felt like this; like a magnet was drawing him to someone and like it would hurt in his soul to let her go. It occurred to him then, he didn’t even know her name, and he’d be damned if he was going to crawl back into the world of PR and publicity stunts and rehearsed answers without finding it out.
“It was nice to meet you. I don’t know if you- you want to get a coffee? Or something? After filming?”
The same harsh edge she had when they met, the one that had slipped and softened as they talked, seemed to have crept back as a once-sweet smile became that sly, cautious smirk. He couldn’t quite understand what she was thinking, what the cogs that so clearly turned in her mind were churning up, but he knew he didn’t care as long as he got to see her again.
“I’d like that.” Pedro sighs in relief, smiling again and sticking out an ice-bitten hand. “I’m Pedro.”
She giggles, offering her own hand and he stalled at the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his own. “I know.” She retorts, and he laughs, and just when she opens her mouth to tell him her own name-
“Pedro! We gotta go!”
Alicia shoves the door open, not even looking up from her phone which was presumably inundated with countless emails and phone calls, and Pedro sighs before looking desperately into the still nameless women’s eyes. She just smiles, dropping his hand and digging hers into her pockets. “Go on. I'll catch you later.”
He nods, swallowing and offering a small, regretful smile before pushing himself off the wall and following Alicia back inside. She huffs at him, speeding back off down the corridor and muttering something along the lines of “these goddamn producers”. He looks back a final time, to where the woman still sits in the windowsill. She waves, and he grins, unable to hide the childlike excitement her little gesture gave him before waving back and letting the door shut behind him.
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“We’ve got a fantastic show for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s get some guests on!”
Pedro hears the roar of the audience, only a single wall between them and him as he waits to hear his name. He looks around the room; Robert and Kate are stood with him, chatting away at something he’d stopped listening to a little while ago. He felt better now he’d met them - they were lovely, so down to earth and genuinely happy to chat to him and hear what he had to say. It made him less nervous, and you might even say he was looking forward to this now.
There was no sign of her though. The singer - (Y/N). Alicia had scoffed, “typical,” just 10 minutes earlier, when there had been no sign. And she still wasn’t here.
“We’ve got the newly Emmy-nominated actor, best known for his amazing roles in The Mandalorian and HBO’s The Last Of us,” the audience’s roars got louder, “Mr. Pedro Pascal!”
It’s time.
He pulls his suit jacket a little tighter around himself, laying his palm flat against the bottom of his chest. With the other hand, he waves, smiling brightly at the crowd who cheered him on. Graham greets him, pulling him in for a hug and welcoming him back, before pointing him towards the end of the couch. Pedro gives the audience a final wave, mouthing ‘thank you’s and trying to express his gratitude for the love that filled the room.
Kate and Robert came next, shaking his hand and ‘introducing’ themselves again, despite the fact he’d already met them an hour earlier. A producer runs up to Graham, whispering something in his ear before darting off in the other direction. Graham rolls his eyes playfully, turning towards the audience and announcing, “we’ve got a late one!” The audience laugh, and Graham just organises his cue cards as producers usedthe extra time to prepare the camera angles and get the lighting right.
Graham looks at the couch, smiling with a wink. “Don’t worry - she’ll be here in a minute.”
“Is this (Y/N) again?” Robert asks, grinning.
“You’ve met her?” Pedro jumps in, falling into small talk among the four of them.
“A couple of times now yeah,” Robert replies. “I think she’s great, really funny. She's just… not the most put together person.”
They laugh, and Kate recounts her own story of having to wait on some celebrity or another, entertaining the crowd.
Graham parts from the conversation after around 10 minutes, holding a finger to his ear piece and nodding at whatever he was being told from the other end of the line. He stands up, smiling wide and turning to the audience, “she’s here! We have our rockstar ready.”
Cheers immediately erupt, and Graham turns to the guests to check they’re all ready to carry on with the show. Pedro nods, anticipation building as he spots Alicia from the corner of his eye, keeping watch.
“And don’t worry everyone, we’ll cut that little intermission out!” The room laughs. “Now I’m very glad introduce our last, but certainly not least, guest of the night. She’s the lead singer of Grammy-nominated band The Heartbreakers, she’s one of the most famous women in the world right now, and she’s only a tad terrifying. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome - (Y/N) (L/N)!
The audience becomes the loudest they’ve been all night, standing and yelling as the final guest takes the stage, and -
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It’s her. The woman from outside, the one he’d been thinking about all afternoon. The one whose name he never learned. 
She looks different; she looks like the woman he’d been warned about. She looks dangerous. Where a black hoodie had hung from her shoulders, a black lace dress now clung to her figure and he could see the tattoos that littered her sleeveless arms. The bags under her eyes were gone, as was the pink on her cheeks; her skin was painted, perfected, sculpted with darker shades and glowing radiantly. Her lips were black and glossy, so neatly done that she almost looked like a doll. Thick eyeliner carried a smoky shadow across her eyelid and beyond, drowning the same (Y/E/C) eyes he’d memorised in black.
She was ethereal.
And she was his one, single instruction for the night. Don’t get involved in her.
She waves at the audience, smirking in the same sly way she’d done to him earlier; he saw more clearly that they were the same now. She has the same charm, same charisma, same allure and yet she seems all the more potent now as she strides across the stage in 6 inch heels and pulls Graham into a tight hug, like old friends. She whispers something in his ear, and he throws his head back with a laugh before she saunters to the couch, where the three guests stand up to greet her. She and Kate introduce one another with a kiss on the cheek and a warm smile, before she gives Robert another tight hug and they share a word that Pedro can hear now. “I have to stay here an extra 10 minutes ‘cos of you” Robert quips, causing (Y/N) to pull back and look at him with a cocked brow.
“You know I’m worth it, Downey.”
With that, she turns to face Pedro, and his breath hitches the same way it did when they’d first met. Her grin falters slightly, and there it is again; that honesty. She almost seemed like she was putting on a show, with her slow saunter and cheeky remarks, but there was nothing false about the way she wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes.
“My name’s (Y/N).”
He just laughs. He can’t help it. She makes him feel giddy. “I know.”
The audience’s applause dies down, and (Y/N) takes her spot as the star guest, and the first on the couch closest the Graham. He talks between them and the crowd, commenting on what a great line up they had today, despite certain delays, which has the audience howling again. (Y/N) laughs with them, shaking her head and pretending to cover her face with her hand, before looking up at Graham and saying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? I got held up!”
“Well you have to tell us what happened,” Graham retorts, and they banter as (Y/N) recounts getting stuck in the backstage toilets. She has everyone wrapped around her finger, listening to everything she says and laughing at her jokes, and Pedro can’t find himself believing the warnings Alicia had given him. 
He remembers Bella, and how much praise they had for her, and he gets it. He sees what they see.
“Well you’re here now, that’s all that matters. We actually haven’t seen you for a while!” 
(Y/N) nods, her demeanour becoming slightly more serious. “No, it’s been a strange few months.” 
Graham continues, “the last time you were on the show was 2021. And obviously as most of us here know, you've had quite a difficult time since then, right? Tell me how you’ve been.”
She takes a sharp breath, and Pedro could’ve sworn she glanced up at him before she answers. “Well, yeah. I’m sure it’s no surprise to anyone that I was struggling with addiction for… most of my career, really.”
“‘No surprise’?” - Graham interjects - “you used to get high on stage!” It seemed judgemental, but it quickly became clear that he and (Y/N) had that sort of friendship, the kind where you can talk to one another so blatantly. She purses her lips at him, and he giggles, which makes her break the feigned offence and giggle too. 
“Look, man, that’s rock and roll.” The room laughs again. “No but seriously, yeah, it just got worse and worse until… well, you know what happened. it was hard. But I’ve gotten clean, I haven’t touched that shit in what, 8 months?” The crowd launch into cheers and applause, echoed by Graham and the other guests. Pedro could see how much it meant to her, how she tried to keep a stoic appearance despite the tears beginning to glisten in her eyes. She mouths a thank you, and he longs to skip right past Robert and Kate to be by her side, to hold her. She recovers quickly, something Pedro notes she seems to do a lot; cover her moments of weakness as soon as they start. Instead she sits up straighter and jokes, “I think everyone’s worried I’m gonna be boring now, without the drugs.”
Graham laughs, “I mean, you are known for being one of the more controversial artists out there.”
“If anything, I think being high slowed me down. I’m just gonna get worse, now.”
“Oh god, don’t say that,” Graham jokes, “you’re going on tour again soon, I’m not sure we can handle it.”
The audience cheer even louder at the mention of the tour, making (Y/N)’s smile grow wider. “Yep, new album, new tour. It’s all happening.”
Graham turns to Pedro suddenly, as if remembering he had three other guests to rope into the conversation. “Do you listen to this sort of music, Pedro? The Heartbreakers?”
And, shit. Pedro can feel Alicia’s eyes burning into him from off-stage, and he recalls her warnings about this very situation.
Don’t make friends with her
Don’t give the media something to talk about
Don’t ruin your reputation
And yet, her voice got quieter and quieter in his head, as the sound of (Y/N)’s laugh and the pierce of her eyes became all he could think about. The decision was pretty easy to make, really.
“I actually hadn’t heard of them, until today.” Graham chuckles at his reply. “But I think I’ll have to start listening.”
The crowd cheer, and the pair lock eyes for what could’ve only been a few seconds, but felt like so much longer. She tries to fight the way the corners of her mouth pull upwards, white teeth poking through painted black lips, but when she sees him smiling back at her she lets them go and drowns in the butterflies she’s so unused to feeling.
God, he was in so much trouble.
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pyr0-kai · 2 months
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heyy would you do a fic where derek danforth do coke off of reader body and then fucks the shit out of her?
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Hey there beautiful people, I’m back from the dead! This my first time ever writing smut! But i am so down bad for Derek, it’s not even funny.
Thanks for the request 🫧 anonymous 🫧 <3
If you’re a minor, Skip this post!
I am not responsible for what you read/choose to read!
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Mine.
Derek Danforth x afab!reader
(I do believe no pronouns used, a few uses of Y/N though)
let me know if I forgot anything.
(Derek gifs are mine :3)
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Unprotected sex, Fingering, coke/drug use
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─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Derek Danforth.
Infamous Billionaire scammer. Sure he had plenty of people working around both his business and his various mansions, but you…
You were special to him. Derek always seems to be peeking at you when he was around. It wasn’t innocent either, he loved the way the uniform you wore cradled your ass. Or just how innocent you look as you smiled at him. It didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You couldn’t deny how hot he was, and just the way he seemed to look at you, almost like a predator admiring its prey.
But no matter how many different sex workers he brought in, nothing cured his want, his need. He needed you.
After a seemingly extra stressful day for Derek, assuming by all the yelling and such that you heard, Derek stepped out of his office.
“Y/N, come here.” He called, pointing, motioning for you. Smirking as you entered his office, door swinging and clicking shut behind you.
As Derek looked at you, there was definitely something in his eye, almost predatory, like a lion. He moved closer to you as you leaned against a wall.
“You know Y/N, I like you a lot. Never questioning me, always doing what I ask. And your little smile you give as people walk by….”
He spoke, smirking as he saw you blushing. He placed his hands on your hips, eyes gazing towards your lips.
“T-thank you Sir…” you replied, blushing even more as Derek’s hands gripped your hips.
“Please… you don’t have to be professional with me like that… Say my name. Now, you’re wondering what I called you in here for i’d assume?” Derek asks.
“Yes s- Derek…” you responded. Derek pulled you closer to him, so you could feel something rub against your thigh, sending a jolt between your legs.
“You don’t understand what you do to me~. Always in my head. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about just bending you over my desk and taking what I want. I want you. I need you.” he growls in your ear. Bringing on hand up to hold your cheek as he kissed you, grinding a little against your clothed thigh. You tried to hold back a small moan, kissing him back.
You couldn’t help but whimper out between the kisses. “Do it… Derek Please…” and thats all he needed to hear.
With a smirk, not breaking the feverish make out, he lead you over to his desk, quickly swiping things out of the way. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, motioning for you to take it off, as he took off his green suit vest. Derek couldn’t help but just stare for a moment, admiring you shirtless as he dug something out of his pocket. White powder.
“Are you really gon-“ you began, but he cut you off.
“Fuck, I need a hit. Just fucking let me.” he growled. Laying it out across your chest, snorting it. He wiped his face and coughed.
You watched him, blushing red.
“Now. You just be a good girl and take it. Alright?” Derek spoke. You nodded in response. “Use your fucking words”.
“Derek… please.” You whine. He can’t help but smirk. He, unbuckled you belt, helping slide off your pants. Derek smirked as he saw the wet spot on your underwear, swiping his finger across it, listening to you whimper. “Don’t tease me… please…”
“You’re always so kind to me… I guess you do deserve a reward” Derek chuckled, pulling down your underwear quickly. Swiping a finger across your wetness, he rubbed his thumb against your clit a bit before sliding a finger inside of you. Derek groaned at just how wet you felt just around his finger. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out of you. Enjoying the pretty sounds you made.
“M-more…. Please.” You said between moans, gripping the edges of his wooden desk tight.
“Are you close Y/N? Gonna fucking cum for me, around my fingers?” Derek asked, as he added another finger inside of you, moving them faster, bumping against your sweet spot. “Fucking cum around my fingers. I want to watch you before I stretch you out with my cock” Derek growled into your ear, sending you over the edge, moaning out his name as you came “D-derek, fuck~!”.
He smirked again, slowly taking his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth. “Fuck… You taste just as sweet as you look~” he teased, watching you blush. Without another word, he slid down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.
“Are you ready~?” Derek asked.
“Fu-fuck yes please.” You replied, looking down and staring a bit at his cock. Derek quickly flipped you over, so you were laying against his desk. He grabbed your ass tightly as he slipped inside of you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him.
“Fuck… you’re perfect, it’s like you were made for me…” he said, biting back moans. His pace gradually increased. Thank god his mansion has thick walls, as the sound of him groaning in your ear, and skin slapping against skin filled his office. Soon enough, you were close again. Derek could tell, so one of his hands that was firmly holding your ass, slid down so he could play with your clit. You came with another loud moan, Derek helping you ride out your 2nd orgasm. You could tell he was close, as he huffed and moaned right next to your ear, hips stuttering as he filled you up.
He slipped out of you slowly before pulling up his pants and boxers. Then moving to help you get dressed again. Once you were dressed, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, lighting himself a cigarette and whispering one last thing in your ear.
“Mine…”
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a-little-unsteddie · 2 months
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i am almost done with writing ch 3, and that means i can publish chapter 2! woo! thanks for everyone’s patience! i’ll be posting twice a week! wed and sat :) this is a short part, but the other three parts are all *much* longer lol.
ch 1, part 1
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By the time Steve got home, it was a little after six in the evening, so he wasn’t sure if he would hear from Chrissy that night or not. Either way, he was very excited to be able to tell Robin that he got the job.
He felt a buzzing under his skin, an itch to do something productive, so he went to his bedroom and began to sort out his clothes. He immediately realized that he didn’t know how long the tour was going to be, so he pulled out his phone and added the question to his notesapp. How he went so long without asking about it was beyond him, as it seemed like a bit of information that was important.
Putting his phone down, Steve returned to his open closet and stared at his clothes in contemplation. It was at some point after this that he received a call, after he’d started filling a suitcase but before he’d even filled it half way.
Recognizing the number, Steve answered, “Hello, this is Steve speaking.”
“Hello, Steve! It’s Chrissy, how are you?” the woman on the other end responded with a cheerful tone.
“Hi, Chrissy! I’m good, how was your day?” he asked with a wince, god, he hated small talk.
“It was great, thanks for asking!” she answered. “The reason for my call is to let you know that you’ve been chosen as the best qualified candidate! I’ve already emailed you the paperwork that needs to be filled out, as well as details of the contract.”
“Oh, my god! Thank you!” Steve said, trying to act surprised, and not as though Eddie had already told him.
“I know Eddie already told you,” well, there went that, “but I still wanted to call you and let you know officially.”
“Uh, yes, he did tell me,” Steve admitted, slightly embarrassed, but pushed through.
He hated phone calls.
“That’s alright, I figured he would. Do you have any questions for me?” Chrissy asked, a clicking sound happening that Steve assumed was her fidgeting with a pen.
“I do, actually! Two.”
“Great! Hit me with ‘em.”
“How long should I pack for?” Steve asked, biting his lip nervously. He looked at the mess he had created of his room again, this time while trying to pack his suitcase.
“The second half of the tour is about two and a half months, but depending on how things go, you could be hired for a full time position while he’s not touring,” Chrissy answered easily, to which Steve hummed as he filed the information away. “We’ll also be sleeping in hotels some of the nights, so you’ll have access to laundry units in them.”
“Sweet! And, well, the second question might be a bit rude,” he confessed, leaning to rest his back against his bed.
Chrissy’s laughter echoed from the phone, “I’m sure I’ve been asked worse. What is it?”
“Do you happen to be hiring for any other reasons? My best friend, Robin, is looking for a full time job so she doesn’t have to work three part time jobs,” Steve explained, trying to be as appropriate as possible while inquiring about another job for a different person.
“Funny you should ask,” Chrissy said, sounding as though she were grinning, “a stipulation of Eddie getting a nanny is that I would hire an assistant to help with my workload for the band. I’ve only received two applicants, so I’d be more than thrilled to add a third to it. I’ll email you the listing to send to your friend.”
“Really? I honestly didn’t expect that to work,” Steve said, mildly impressed with himself.
Chrissy laughed again, “Well, I haven’t hired her yet,” she teased.
“Still, the only thing I was hesitant about was leaving her behind,” he grabbed a random shirt and started folding it to have something to fidget with. “I’m glad that there’s a chance. I’ll definitely have her send in an application.”
“Great! Any other questions?” she asked, to which Steve responded in the negative.
“Not at the moment, no.”
“I’ll get you the information of what we talked about, then, and you should be good. We’ll see you on the 17th.”
“See you on the 17th,” Steve confirmed with a wide smile. The line went dead, and he immediately checked his email for the documents she had sent before the call.
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i tagged everyone who was tagged in ch 1, and anyone who requested it in the last part. lmk if i missed you, and if you want to be added, verify either in the comments, tags, messaging me, or your bio that you’re 18+. thank you &lt;;3
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random0lover · 10 months
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Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^
TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid
Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3
Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.
Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!
Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)
Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König
(I will add the links as I post each part!)
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John Price
-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often
-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.
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John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.
By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.
You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.
You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”
You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”
You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.
He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.
“Love, what’s wrong?”
You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.
He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”
“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”
Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”
You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.
You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”
You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."
He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”
"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.
He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.
“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”
He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”
He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”
You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”
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The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”
He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”
"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.
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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.
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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.
He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.
Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.
This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.
He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.
When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.
He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”
You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.
You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”
You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"
"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.
The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.
You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”
You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.
When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”
The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.
He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.
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After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.
You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.
The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.
You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.
You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.
He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.
You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.
It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.
It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.
Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.
You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”
He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”
You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’
You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.
“Si, baby?” you whisper.
His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’
You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”
His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."
"Love," he says with a gentle frown.
"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”
He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”
Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"
He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”
You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”
He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”
Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”
You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.
“I love you so much too, Si.”
He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”
You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”
Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”
He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.
You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.
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rainylana · 1 year
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“Pinky promise.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: you can only keep it in for so long without him knowing how shitty your life had been, and when the dam breaks, he’s there to help.
warnings: reader’s parents are getting divorced and has siblings, mentions of unhealthy eating habits and exhaustion, angst to fluff, talk of panic attacks, reader has a breakdown:( language.
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Eddie didn’t know how bad it was. And it wasn’t because he was oblivious or not smart enough to see. You were just that good of an actor. You truly knew deep down that he would not berate you for feeling the way you did, but the last thing you wanted to be was seen as an unstable girlfriend just looking for attention. But things really had been bad, and it all seemed to pile up on each other.
You found yourself getting mad at little things, your anxiety ticking away like an explosive ready to detonate. Your dreams were plagued with nightmares that lasted all night long, and damn it, you just found it hard to get up in the morning.
But Eddie, the poor boy, didn’t have a clue about your struggles. You kept up a smile at all times. You laughed and played your part like you were supposed to. Just because you were having a difficult time didn’t mean you had to bring down his party, or anyone else’s, for that matter.
It’s just your parents divorce was finally getting to you. You were happy they were calling it quits, as were your siblings, but the days up until it’s finalization was brutal. The fighting and screaming was endless and your siblings were scared and didn’t understand. You couldn’t concentrate in class and you failed a test that you’d thought you were going to pass. You were having panic attacks almost on the daily. You spilled grape juice on your white socks. It was just one thing after another.
Of course, Eddie did know about your parent’s separation, but any time he brought it up, you chalked it up to him believing you were taking it well. You were a good actress. Today however, your dam would break, because you could only take so much.
“You didn’t bring me a surprise snack today?” Dustin’s big eyes widened in a playful sadness that quirked your lips up in a smirk. “But you always bring me a surprise snack! What else am I going to have for dessert!”
“You’re cleaning out my girlfriend’s pantry, Henderson.” Eddie’s chair tipped backwards as he threw a pretzel at his friend across the cafeteria table. “Can’t you bring your own shit?”
“Sorry, bud.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, looking in your empty lunchbox. “If it makes you feel any better, I forgot my stuff too.”
Eddie internally frowned and scooted his snack over to you, pointing so you could eat. Gareth was rambling on about the movies playing at the cinema that weekend, so you didn’t speak to interrupt him, but you smiled softly as you picked up a pretzel. The cafeteria buzzed with loud conversation, making your head hurt worse than it already did. You weren’t eating as well as you should be, and you knew that wasn’t benefiting your mood, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to.
You felt guilty for being dramatic. You were being dramatic. Others had it worse, that was always what you told yourself, so there was no reason to wallow in your own misery. But god, all you wanted to do was lay your head on the table and plug your ears so hard that they bled and you wouldn’t have to hear a sound.
So instead, you forced yourself to smile and eat, leaning over to squeeze Eddie’s hand while Gareth continued holding the talking stick.
• 
Your fingers were tapping anxiously against the steering wheel of your vehicle, head thrown back as you tried not to loose your shit. It was almost seven o’clock in the evening. You were parked outside of the school debating whether or not to go inside to find Eddie. Tears were rolling down your face, nose stuffy and crusted from your previous meltdown.
Your little sister came to you crying again, talking about how she’d overheard your parents screaming about who was going to have custody. It was the same old tune between them. You didn’t worry about custody, but the kids did, and that didn’t make it right. They were too young to hear that kind of thing and if absolutely broke your heart. She’d cried in your arms until she fell asleep in your bed, and then you broke.
It was just so stressful. Every little thing seemed a million times harder to accomplish. Simple tasks seemed almost unbelievable to approach. You just wanted a good nights sleep. You didn’t know how you ended up outside of the school, but Eddie was there. It was hellfire night, and damn it, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him. You tried to wipe your tears as best as you could, wrapping your flannel sleeves around your torso as you scurried into the school. You had a quick walk to your step as your heart beat loudly in your ear.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to calm you, and you leaned against the door to take a few deep breaths and to wipe at your face. You began to regret coming over. He was having fun. His voice was loud and booming, the puppet master commanding his puppets to follow his every wish. You were about to ruin it.
Everyone’s eyes looked up when the door creaked open, and a wide smile beamed onto Eddie’s face at the sight of you. “There’s my princess!” He clapped his hands. “Come on, come on, we’re just getting started.” He waved you over.
The lights were dim enough that he couldn’t see the emotions on your face. You dug your nails in your palm was you walked over to his throne, smiling your best at the boy’s greetings. When you got to Eddie’s side, his free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he shook dice in his other hand. You had a lump in your throat that continued to build.
“Eddie,” You said softly, your voice cracking as you looked down bashfully. “Can I talk to you?”
He peeked up a little but didn’t look at you fully. “Yeah, baby, just give me one second.”
You melted more into his side, bringing up your fingers to naw on. You felt like you were going to faint. Your eyes began to burn and you squeezed his shoulder. He laughed loudly at everyone’s dismay at the roll of his dice. He looked up at you to see you laugh, but he wasn’t met with that. His eyes narrowed and his lips parted at the sight of your tearful eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He panicked, scooting back in his chair.
Your face crumpled and you shook your head, crossing your arms shamefully in embarrassment. You looked so small and you hated yourself for it. He grabbed your elbows and scanned over your face, gulping in his own anxiety.
“Y/n, hey-” He looked over to the door across the room, and he cupped your cheek and turned you around to guide you to privacy.
Once he shut the door, leaving the guys confused and whispering back and forth, he turned around and stepped toward you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He frowned deeply, voice an octave higher in concern.
You only buried yourself in his arms, sobbing in his shoulder like a little girl who couldn’t find her parents. Ironic.
“Hey, hey,” He wrapped his arms right around you. “What happened? What’s going on?”
It felt so nice to be held by him, like all your problems were going to melt away like snow in the spring. “Everything.” You blubbered against his jean jacket, his chin tucked aside of your head. “It’s everything, Eddie. Everything’s falling apart.”
He squeezed you tighter when you let out a string of wincing sobs, eyes narrowed in confusion at your sudden breakdown. “What’s falling apart, baby? Talk to me. Tell me what happened.” He rubbed your back soothingly.
You pushed your face into his chest so you didn’t have to breath, squeezing your eyes shut and your nose scrunching up where it hurt. You shook your head, whimpering, and he rocked you softly as he held the back of your head.
“Did someone hurt you?” He spoke with a protective tone.
You shook your head quickly. He didn’t need to start anymore fights. Your head pounded from the lack of air you allowed yourself, and Eddie’s eyes narrowed when you gulped loudly. He gently pulled you away and widened his eyes at your pale face. “Take a breath, baby.” He cupped each side of your face.
Your waists ghosted each other’s and his elbows nearly touched your shoulders as he held your face, wiping away tears as you sniffled and carried on. “I’m sorry.” You spewed, sobbing in his grasp.
“No, no,” He shook his head, whispering softly with a breath. “Don’t. You’re okay.”
He waited a minute for the color to return to your face, holding and softly rocking you as you tried to control your emotions. He wiped away each tear and tucked away strands of your soft hair. Once you began to calm down, you could barely look him in the eye.
“It’s my parents.” You blinked down to his stomach. “They’re fighting.”
“Fighting?” He rubbed the space behind your ear.
“A lot.” You forced out with a shake in your voice. “Like..like all the time and the kids are scared.”
Eddie’s heart swelled when you wouldn’t look at him. This sudden admittance about your family was shocking. As far as he had known, it was going smoothly.
“Bethy is worried about who’s going to custody over us,” Your eyes burned and you pressed your hand against your face, sobbing. “Eddie, all they do is fight. It’s constant and- and I don’t know how to make the girls feel any better. I feel so guilty and it’s- it’s not my job to make them f-feel better. Mom and dad should be doing that.”
Eddie rubbed up and down your arms as he listened to you, soft brown eyes pierced with concern and worry.
“And i’ve been having panic attacks.” You burned shamefully, barely looking up at him through wet lashes. “I keep waking up in the middle of the night just- just terrified and I don’t know why. My heart races so fast and I feel so..so freaked out and it scares me so bad.”
You wrapped your hand around his wrist, his thumb circulating your brow. “I can’t eat and I just- I just feel so tired all the time. My grades are slipping and I don’t even have fucking energy to take a shower.”
You covered your face with your hands and looked up to the ceiling with a groan. “And I spilled grape juice on my socks.”
It took Eddie a minute before he could figure out his next move. You didn’t blame him. You dumped a boatload of information on him when he’d fully believed everything in your life was peachy keen. He sighed deeply in guilt before he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him.
“Fuck- baby, I’m so sorry.” He sighed regretfully, burying his face in your shaking shoulders. “I didn’t realize things had gotten so bad.”
“It’s not your fault.” You sank into him. “I’m the one who’s been keeping it from you.”
“Why?” He kissed your temple, rubbing up and down your back.
“I didn’t want to bother you with my..well, my shitty life. I don’t want you to worry about me.”
Eddie pulled away to lift your chin up toward him, his eyes looking into yours. “You’re my girl, y/n. I’m always going to worry about you. I wish you would of told me about all this. I would have helped you.”
“I know.” You whimpered shamefully. “I’m sorry.”
“Quit that.” He gave your head a little shake, rocking your waist gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. You just need to tell me these things, okay? If you’re suffering then I want to know about it.”
God, he was amazing. You felt foolish for not letting him take care of you sooner. You blushed and leaned your forehead on his chin, groaning softly as your tears dried. “Why are you so perfect, Eddie? I’m an ugly mess.”
He ignored your statement with a roll of his eyes, shifting his weight and moving to lean against the cement wall, allowing you to fully and comfortably relax against him. “How long have you been having panic attacks?” His legs were kicked out slightly, yours atop of his as you cuddled his chest.
“A few weeks.” You said with a shameful mutter. “I thought I was having a heart attack at first. I got so close to going to the hospital.”
Eddie closed his eyes in disbelief. “Jesus, baby, I’m so sorry.” He hugged you. “Please, promise me you’ll let me know when you start feeling that way, please? I hate that you’ve been suffering alone.”
You nodded and held up your pinky, Eddie’s chest vibrating with an amused chuckle. He brought up his hand and wrapped his larger, callused finger around yours and gave it a gentle shake. “Pinky promise.” You kissed the tip of his finger.
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nexusnyx · 1 year
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heyyy. so what if reader and joel got in a really big argument because he wasn’t being safe and putting his life on the line and that pissed her off. so joel gets on a horse, and rides off into the sunset in true cowboy fashion. when she’s on a supply run with some of the other people from tommy’s town, they find joel, injured and hiding out in a barn. she didn’t recognize him at first, and pointed her gun at him but when he’s like “it’s me.” she’s all like “for fuck’s sake, joel. i almost shot you.” “someone already did.” and yeah feel free to take that anywhere u want <3
that's such a cinematic idea!! you've got a good imagination, Sof. thanks for the request. — main masterlist | 🏷️: established 'situationship', post-outbreak, mentions of past attempted suicide, hurt/comfort, fluff. [WC: 1.7k]
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All of his recklessness had a direction. A purpose.
Joel had no reason to tend to his own life with careful hands. Not when those same hands had inflicted so much damage already. When they'd caused so much destruction. He knew how to direct his anger and reckless behavior well—to protect, evade, survive.
All of that kept him away from building any kind of real relations, but that goes up in flames after Ellie. And then it really disappears after you.
Joel's scared again. He panics. He cares, and he talks about himself, and he lets spill out secrets he never once spoke about.
He's just not ready for what comes after they're out in the open.
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“I just can’t concentrate if I’m worried about you going in with your knuckles and elbows to someone’s fucking face instead of at least trying to keep it cool. y’know? I don’t know. Call me crazy, Joel. I thought you could control yourself.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. That just ain’t fair. Was I supposed to do nothin’?”
“Yes! Exactly. If you’d given me at least one second—”
“He asked if you up for offer. I should’ve fuckin’ killed, him.”
“Joel, he could’ve asked ‘if the little bitch worth a quarter or 10 bucks’ and I couldn’t give less of a shit—”
“You—I swear to god.”
“He’s an animal! And a fucking idiot. But he was the idiotic animal with the goddamn information. Which we needed. And now we don’t have, ‘cause he and his buddies have ran back to wherever the hell they’re hiding and we’re never gonna see them again. And they had the real deal—they had medicine we need that are lacking in the stock.”
“I know. I know. Fuckin’ hell, I know.”
“... you know I’d help you do anything you wanted, right? I don’t care about what they say. And I’d wanna kill anyone who disrespected you like that, too, but we gotta be at least smart before we’re emotional.”
“...Tommy’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him. Make something up.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know. But I’m gonna.”
“...thank you. … I really am sorry, ‘kay? I’m still gettin’ used to—I just. I saw red.”
“And I get that.”
“...you really do, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Remember how I acted at that river trade? Because of what that man said about you?”
“Couldn’t forget it if someone blew my brains away. … You’re a lil’ crazy, baby, y’know that?”
“Coming from you, Miller. That’s rich.”
“Yeah… It’s kinda beautiful. You’re like—a force o’nature, or somethin’. Fuck, I’m sorry—I’m drunk—but listen. I won’t fuck up again.”
“I know you’ve got my back. I just want you to have yours, too. I worry about you and how you dive head first into dangerous shit ‘cause when it comes to you, you don’t think.”
“... had no reason to, ‘till recently.”
“Well, now you do. Should’ve always had, but now you really do ‘cause there are people, like Ellie, like Tommy, like me, who are gonna be pretty pissed off if you’re stabbed again anytime soon. Don’t make me go feral and have to kill a fucker ‘cause you know me by now. I have the whole thing where I have to bury the bodies I’m responsible for and, honestly—have pity on my back’s sake, Joel. I don’t got the back for that shit anymore.”
“You’re so—can’t believe your fuckin’ jokes sometimes.”
“You’re laughing.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’m crazy too, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“‘don’t got the back for it’. You’re—You know, I never thought I’d be this happy I didn’t blow my brains out. Last time I thought that Ellie was standin’ on top of a fuckin’ dinosaur and—”
Joel shivered.
You found him as you were searching a barn on a supply run with Tommy, the day after he ran away on Shimmer’s back.
A stom had followed his departure, not minutes later, and he was still out of the gates when the time to close them came by, which meant he’d been locked out. Tommy was the one to give the ‘ok’ for the gatekeepers to shut them down, his face twisted into a painful twist and an apologetic look sent your way, but it was also Tommy who nodded his agreement to go with you when you announced you were going out the very next morning despite the horrible weather and the feet of snow making everything ten times harder.
It was obvious to you he couldn’t have gone far.
When you find him, Joel speaks up first. “It’s me.” He somehow heard you coming before you saw him.
Of course he did. It’s Joel.
The voice still makes you flinch—Joel was kneeling on the ground with his thickest jacket wrapped around him and his knees pulled up, and—”Jesus Christ, Joel. I almost fuckin’ shot you.”
As you’re lowering your gun, he goes. “It’s happened before.”
It’s such an oddly-timed joke that it halts your steps toward him, but then, his eyes find yours and it happens, just like always. You two share a private, ‘this is a fucked up joke, but we find it funny either way’ laugh. The same one that bonded you two.
You kneel beside him, taking out the blanket you brought in your backpack exactly for this, and wrap it around his shoulders, rubbing him up and down on his arms and his back.
When you’re satisfied with your job — he quit shivering — you finally make eye contact.
“You got stuck because of the storm, right?” your question comes out in a whisper, and your breath fogs up the air between the both of you.
You didn’t run away, right?
Joel takes a deep breath, and nods. His eyes close for a moment before he leans in slowly until his forehead is touching yours.
“Told you I wouldn’t do that.” Joel said those words a couple of months ago, and you still had trouble wrapping your head around them. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I like it here. With you.
“‘kay.” Your lips search his in the dark and find them waiting for the kiss already. With your hands still on his shoulders, you can feel a lot of tension dissipating when you sigh into the kiss, and Joel seems to fully come back to his body. You pull away against your will, and take a few seconds before you’re able to open your eyes.
His warmth always spreads through you like an oven slowly heating up.
“‘m sorry if I scared you.”
It’s inevitable—a smile blossoms in your face, and you start laughing.
“What?” Joel asks, confused and serving the biggest doe eyes in your direction.
For someone who punched first and asked questions later, a night stuck with the howling story winds made quick work of reminding him he was cared for. “Nothing.” I love you. “You did scare me. I spent all night thinking about whether you were okay or not.” The doe eyes seem to glisten with the soft light, and it pulls you in to seal your lips on his again. “But it’s ok. I just wanna go now and run you a hot bath and massage… all of your body. Is that ok? Can I do that?”
Joel’s eyes said I’ve never felt more vulnerable and that’s going to be a lot, but it also said it’s exactly what I need and I don’t know how to say that out loud. From his lips, it came out, “I… yeah. Yeah, ya can. I wanna… Wash your hair. And—you. ‘s that weird?”
“It’s not.”
“I like that smile on you. ‘s my favorite.”
“I am so happy I left Tommy behind.” Joel laughs at that, and he makes a move to get up. “I’m serious. We’d never hear the end of this.”He gets up with your help, and you two can walk side by side, leaning on each other and not speak of the storm that passed and carried more than just heavy snow all around. The things that are rising and growing between you are deep-rooted somewhere—nothing seems to shake you and Joel away. Only closer together. Tighter. Realer.
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sukiipjs · 13 days
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✮ BLONDIE : PT 2
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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader
↳ words - 1961
↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.
↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, angst, crying, verbal fighting, idrk 😭 [READ PT 1 - PT 3]
↳ song - blondie by current joys
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days after and nick hasn’t texted me since. no more random tiktok’s, no more check ins, just complete nothingness now. i don’t blame him of course, i’d do the same if he was being as shitty as me right now. but honestly i miss those texts so so much, even if i rarely responded to him, or more so i miss the texts we had before all this stupid shit started.
but again, i truly don’t even know when it all started, it was so easy to just brush this off these feelings and whatever as a friend thing before and not think of it too much. why can’t it just be a friend thing now?
actually i think ive just accepted it all at this point though. i love him and no it’s not just a friend thing, it’s way more and it always has been way more. sure i might wish it wasn’t, but it is and i know it is and i cant just ignore it.
i’m not even trying to get rid of it anymore, i don’t have the strength for hiding it. honestly i think if i kept trying to get rid of it, it wouldn’t even work. obviously i still won’t tell him, or anyone, unless he pries it out of me. i know he doesn’t feel the same and i doubt he even looks at me as a friend anymore.
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i continue repeating my own sad cycle of doing nothing but staying in bed, hiding myself from the world… without nick. i still check up on his socials, being the weird stalker that i am and looking at all the story’s and snapchats he posted of himself, he looks just fine without me, of course.
i lay in bed, staring at my phone to avoid looking at the mess around my room. i scroll and scroll, starting to see a weird amount of videos of people taking care of themselves or videos of people ‘spring cleaning’.
i scroll away, i really don’t need to see people functioning completely fine right now, it’s like their taunting me, laughing at me. but the videos just keep coming back, haunting me, laughing at me. all i see through my scrolling cycle is random ass dog videos, cleaning and organizing videos, or nick edits… and that’s exactly what i need.
i let out a loud sigh, slightly rolling my eyes then rolling over to my other side, having my blanket wrap around me. i choose to just swipe off the app and throw my phone to the side of me before closing my eyes and just trying to get some sleep. that way those videos, my stupid feelings, and not even nick can haunt my mind anymore.
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my eyes flicker open, the sun shining directly in my face and i finally decide to actually do something good for myself and go out for a walk when the sun and clear weather is still out, it’s been raining almost the whole time i’ve seen dying in my room alone.
i slowly move myself up to sit, leaning my back on the wooden headboard behind me and sitting on some pillows below that cushion me. i stretch out my arms in front of me, yawning and running my fingers through my hair to fix the shaggy mess.
i move myself off my bed, stand up then fixing my off center shirt and trying to flatten out a few wrinkles. i throw the blanket that covered me to the side and decide to just throw the shirt and pants that i wear off me -actually putting them somewhere other than on the floor too- i pick out a clean outfit, already feeling way less gross, it’s the small things that count right.
i walk out my room, not forgetting to grab my phone to come with me before going into my bathroom, splashing my face with water to get me more awake. i run my hands in my hair again, fixing it up with my mirror in front of me so i can actually see what i’m doing before grabbing some actual water giving myself something to drink other than dr pepper.
finally i walk out to go by my door, grabbing a light jacket and pulling it over my arms then putting on my shoes and heading out the door. i start off to go a longer way, turning the corner of the sidewalk. i feel all the small breezes on my skin as i get actual sun and nature.
i continue walking random ways, i just want to be out of the mess that i’ve been living in for so long right now. it actually feels nice to be outside, not sitting in a gross hole of dirty clothes and dishes.
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i walk, making my way around the neighborhood, my eye catching all the small colorful flowers blooming up and all the small brown squirrels scurrying to run up trees as i pass them. i remember all the times me and nick went out, running around the streets when we were younger. not thinking of anything, just being kids living a simple life. i wish it was still that simple.
as i walk, still obviously thinking of nick, i notice the sky above graying and clouds starting to cover up the sun, shit. i start to walk a little faster, hopefully being able to get home before it pours but as soon as i speed up, small water drops start to fall on me.
i grab the end of my jacket to pull it over my head, holding it over me to shield out the rain. the sides of my jacket block my view as i focus on the path i walk to my place.
i look down at my feet walking, trying not to get too wet as the rain pours more and more, bouncing off the sidewalk. suddenly i feel two hands place on me, pushing me back, “the fuck.” i mutter as i look up, gaining my balance on my feet again. “oh” my face softens as i see nick standing in front of me, his blonde hair damp and drops of water falling from his cheek. he stares at me, i can tell he’s mad and obviously i can tell it’s my doing.
“nick-“ he cuts me off quickly, slightly pushing against my shoulders again as i put my jacket down, wearing it normally, my head now getting pelted with rain. “no, i talk. what the fuck y/n. honestly what has been going gone, you’ve completely ignored me for weeks, you keep blowing me off and i don’t fucking know what i did and the only way i can talk to you about this is randomly bumping into you since you won’t even answer my texts?”
“nick-“ i sigh as i try speaking again but he pushes me back once more. his glassy eyes narrow and i see water pooling in them, i can’t tell if it’s rain or tears. “no! you’re my- you’re supposed to be my best friend and this shit isn’t cutting it y/n! just what is it! what is it. what did i do please just talk to me. if you hate me or something just tell me!” he shouts, his fists starting to clench as i wipe the wet hair in my face away.
“nick stop. you- you didn’t do anything i promise, i’m sorry okay” my voice croaks, i can feel the water pooling in my own eyes now. “then what is it! you can’t just block me out, out of no where.” i shake my head, trying to figure out how to say an actual explanation without saying too much. “nick i’m sorry!”
“stop apologizing! i’m not asking for that, i’m asking for an answer, please. i feel like shit and you haven’t even been there, i kept trying to talk and hang out with you but apparently you hate me now and never want to see me again, i get it!” he scoffs, staring me down as his eyes shut, tears dropping as he takes a breath before opening his eyes back up, wiping off the mixture of tears and rain.
“like i said, if you hate me or suddenly don’t want to be my friend, tell me. i truly, truly, don’t understand this shit your pulling and if you won’t talk now then when will we? you’ll just ignore me again so just spit it out now!” nick keeps rambling on and i just stare at him, seeing how hurt i’ve actually made him. i don’t know what to say, i really don’t.
i just want to shut him up, have him realize that it’s my fault and i don’t hate him. i cut him off as he continues to yell at me, “nick!” my voice feels weak as he shouts back, “what!” i stare at him for a moment, seeing those blue eyes i miss, those star earrings, his grown out roots and before i know it my hands go up to his face, pulling him in as our lips press together.
my hands hold him as strands of his hair poke my fingers, our noses slightly brushing against each others. i quickly step back, eyes wide as i realize what i just did, taking my hands back. “i-im sorry“ my breath is short before i turn around, running away from him to get back to the shit hole of comfort i’m living in to avoid what i just confessed.
i swear i hear him try to call my name but i ignore it, i can’t see him. what did i just do. i can’t even process any of this.
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i finally reach my place again and i swiftly open my door and walk inside, standing as raindrops slide off of me, creating a small puddle on the floor below. i shake off my hair a little, flicking the water droplets off of me. i take off my jacket, putting it on a hook to let it dry as i take off my shoes too, leaving them by the door.
i wipe my face off with the palms of my hands, wiping off many of my tears that still fall. i walk over to my fridge, getting out another dr pepper then walking over to my couch, slumping down into it as i set my can down and wrap a blanket around myself to warm me up again.
i slowly slide to the side, laying myself down on the cushions. why the actual fuck would i kiss him? what that really the best thing i could do? he already hated me, i did not have to make it worse. i ponder in my head, genuinely trying to find a valid reason of why i just kissed my best friend that hates me. oh. my. god. i’ve ruined my life -not like it was already ruined- i’m never coming back from this.
i stare at the unopened dr pepper sitting on my coffee table, i try making myself reach for it but my arms don’t want to leave the warmth of the blanket i’m huddled in. i hear my phone buzz next to the dr pepper on, i also cannot seem to have my arm reach out to see who’s calling, i hope it’s not who i think but why would he even call me?
rain pelts out on my window, water sliding down the cold glass of it as i lay holding my blanket close to me, pulling the blanket over my eyes as they close, resting as i try forget about my phone continuously buzzing and the drink still on my table.
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yoursjaeyun · 1 year
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yours. - park sunghoon.
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pairing. sunghoon x ceo fem!reader
warnings. smut (minors dni), one-shot, oral (fem recieving), nicknames, i am downbad for sunghoon rn pls help. please tell me if i need to add more.
featuring. yunjin of le sserafim
a/n. hi hi, so i know i said i’d make a sunghoon fic but if yall haven’t seen my post (just scroll down till you see my post saying ‘tired.’) about why i can’t finish it, please do so understand. and so i wanted to make a little drabble instead because its sm quicker, and i genuinely hope yall like it and forgive me </3. enjoy 🫶🏼
you had invited your friends, coworkers and some other people that worked for your business to a little celebration pool party. you were laying down on the chair, till a tap on your shoulder disturbed you.
“y/n, look.” yunjin said.
you lifted yourself up as you locked eye contact with the random girl who was having a conversation with your boyfriend.
 rolling your eyes as you watched them laugh and smile with eachother. “it could just be a close friend.. ?” your friend says, you ignored her words, giving the girl a death stare from afar.
“we’re going to go to the bathroom, we’ll be right back.” yunjin said as she got up from her chair walking towards the bar. you were then left alone still watching them talk.
“talking to another girl already, huh? watch me, sunghoon.”
you untied your ponytail letting your hair fall to your waist, taking off your sunglasses. you stood up, adjusting your bikini as you walked your way into the pool, sexily, on purpose.
and if that wasn’t enough to get your boyfriend’s attention, you sat yourself up on the side of the pool, crossing your legs as you leaned back with your hands on both sides, giving him a good view of your breasts.
 from the side of your eye, you had already caught his attention. finally, sunghoon started walking towards you, into the pool, flipping his hair back as he slowly swam to you.
“teasing me in public, hm?” he spoke, looking up at you as he spreads your legs apart to put his arms under your thighs, his cold fingertips touching your ass making you slightly shiver. “payback for talking to another girl,” you say.
“she was just a close friend that i haven’t met since highschool, i promise theres nothing going on between us.” he said as you looked away ignoring him.
“babe, wonder why she was looking at you? i told her you’re my girlfriend.”
did you feel guilty? eh, kind of. but either way, he’s yours and yours only.
“come here.” he demanded, and you did as told as he pulled you down into the water slowly, now face to face. “is my baby jealous?” he says pulling you in by your waist with his one hand, as he brings the other to push your hair to the back of your ear.
“tch, jealous? no.” you denied, you tried not to make eye contact with him to hold in your laugh. “look at me when you’re talking, baby.” he commands you, putting his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up to make you look at him.
at this point, you wanted him, badly. by the way hes looking at you, talking to you, making you do things, you were downbad.
it was obvious he couldn’t wait any longer, sunghoon then placed both arms around your lower body, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.
“s- sunghoon, people are watching..” you mumbled in between kisses.
he backed you up onto the clear glass behind you, your back now hitting the cold wall, making a tad bit of water spill from the building. you couldn’t do anything else but to wrap your arms around his neck deepening the kiss more and more.
sunghoon pulled away from the kiss, turning you around to face the high sky view in front of you, he pulls on your waistbands, then slips his hand into your bottoms. his fingers slightly touching your folds, earning him a whimper from your lips.
“see what you get for teasing me in public? another point for getting jealous too.” he whispered against your ear.
he then inserts a finger into your hole making you gasp. at the same time, he tries not to make it obvious for the people around to know what he was going to do to you. if that wasn’t enough, he adds another finger in, putting your hand over your mouth to hold in the moans that you wanted to let out so badly.
it was too obvious at this rate, at least a few people would’ve already guessed it.
he goes back and forth in your hole, curling his fingers at the same time. his long fingers already reaching your g-spot, closing your eyes shut from the pleasure.
“hoon.. fuck.” you mumbled, holding his arm that was wrapped around your stomach.
“don’t make it obvious, darling.” the word ‘darling’ already getting you butterflies, still not covering the fact that hes fingering you blatantly.
since you’re both in the water, it’s easy for him to go faster, and so he increases his speed, almost making you reach your high.
“hoon, i- i’m close, shit.”
“i’m not letting you cum yet, not in here you’re not.” he says pulling his fingers out of you.
what a clean freak he is.
“be a good girl for me till we go home, yeah?” he muttered against your soft skin.
“watch me ruin you.”
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brokenjere · 8 months
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bad in the bones (c.f) (part 9)
a/n: hey all!! I’m super excited to have this next part out. I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted anything but I have been working on a lot of things outside of this platform that I hope to share with you all at some point. Please let me know what you think!! I miss talking to you all <3
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It was fun seeing Conrad in secret. There were stolen kisses in the backyard when no one was around and knocks on the wall that separated us that always seemed to come when I couldn’t sleep. He could read my mind, I think. Always hearing me think about him. I’d sneak out my room and tap on his door and he opened it so quickly it was like his hand was on the doorknob waiting for me. 
He’d grab my hand and lock the door behind me and sometimes, I’d wake up with the birds chirping the next morning and have to sneak back to my room but sometimes we stayed awake as long as possible like we needed to savor every second of this. One night, I laid on my back starring up at his ceiling and he strummed on his guitar almost too quietly and I leaned over on my side, propped myself up on my elbow and Conrad was already staring at me. “What?” He whispered with a smile. 
“Stop,” I told him. His hands ceased to play and he moved the guitar off of his lap. He put his palms down on the bed on either side of me and crawled on top of my body, forcing me down onto my back again. His eyes were too brown, his hair too floppy, and his smile so perfect I couldn’t stand it any longer so I kissed him. 
My fingers found the hair on the back of his neck and he leaned into me, pressing his hips against mine. Sometimes things got steamy like this: our bodies pressed too firmly together until we were just a pile of sweat, saliva, and heavy breathing. I’ve stopped him every time not because I didn’t want to but because I haven’t had sex with anyone except for Josh and the idea of that happening was almost too much for me to think about. Especially in moments like this were I was too flustered to think straight. I stopped him every time except for last night. 
Tonight, I let his hands linger under my shirt for a little longer than normal and when he looked up at me to make sure I was okay, where I usually shake my head no, I nodded my head yes. Our clothes were off and our bodies were sweaty and everything was quiet except for his breathing in my ear. 
I laid next to him with his blanket wrapped around my naked body and I didn’t speak until he turned his head to look at me. “Are you okay?” He sounded guilty and that made me feel guilty and I nodded my head. It was the truth. I was okay. “Do you regret that?” He asked again and this time I shook my head. I didn’t. 
“Did you know people burn 3 and a half calories a minute on average during sex?” I asked, looking over at him. His cheeks were flushed and he smiled and then he kissed me. I leaned into him and kissed him back. “I should go back to my room,” I whispered against his lips. He nodded in agreement and then I got dressed and returned to my room. 
I didn’t sleep at all which is probably directly related to the bags under my eyes that Laurel is packing concealer on right now. “I never noticed how bad they were,” she whispered as she applied more. 
“It doesn’t need to be perfect,” I mumble to her. She gives me a look and I don’t look at her. “I don’t even want to go to this, you know that.”
“Yea, well, Belly is really excited so why don’t you just be happy for her?” 
“I am happy for her,” I lie. Laurel doesn’t reply, just adds blush to my cheeks. “Just don’t make her wear a fascinator, okay?” I look at her through my lashes and she smiles at my joke and the air in the room relaxes. 
“She’s not wearing a fascinator,” she assures me. I nod and Laurel fluffs out my hair. “It’s time to go.” 
Seeing Conrad in a suit is more shocking than I anticipated. I’m so used to his disheveled, salt-air hair and swim trunks that seeing him all put together is making me feel things I wasn’t prepared for. He eyes me from the steps of the country club, careful not to look for too long but I smile and wave at him as we walk up. 
Susannah is on Conrad’s arm and she smiles as Laurel and I approach. “There you guys are!” She exclaims like she has been waiting for us forever. She arrived earlier with Belly to help set up. “You look beautiful,” she tells me as I approach, squeezing my arm gently. 
“Look at us,” she says, looking at all of us standing together. She pauses and her eyes begin to water. “It’s perfect.”
“Mom, you’re not going to cry, are you?” Jeremiah asks from next to me. He and Steven have their suits hauled over their shoulders, waiting to go inside and finish getting ready. 
“What and ruin my makeup? No way,” she says and gives her son a smile. “Everything is going to be different next year. Conrad’s going off to college,” she says, bumping her shoulder into Conrad. He gives her a shy grin. “It might be the last summer we’re all together.” The group gets quiet for a moment. It feels like no one is breathing.
“Just don’t forget, I get to dance with you tonight,” Jeremiah says, breaking the tension like he doesn’t know it’s there but I swear I can see Conrad’s muscles tighten. 
Jeremiah hands his suit to Steven as he grabs Susannah’s hand, twirling her around and dipping her like I’m sure he has practiced many times over this last summer. When he returns her upright, her hand goes to her head and she stumbles, losing her footing. “Mom, are you okay?” Jeremiah asks, steadying her. We all reach out for her like she could break at any moment but Conrad grabs her elbow first, putting her back on his arm. 
“It’s been so long since I’ve danced, I must be out of practice,” she says, waving it off and wrapping her arm back around Conrad’s. 
“We should go inside,” he suggests. Susannah nods and he leads her inside. The rest of us hesitate for a moment but then we all follow Laurel’s lead and head inside too. When we reach our table, Conrad helps Susannah into her seat and then pulls out one with my name on the placemat. “For you,” he whispers quietly, giving me a look only I can decipher. I slide into my seat and as he pushes me in, he leans forward. I can feel his breath on my ear. “You look perfect.” 
Before I can reply, he’s sliding into the seat next to mine. Conrad’s hand finds my thigh under the table. We’re touching but it’s a secret, just the way I like it. We’re sitting around a decorated table - a pretty candle burning right in the center of our perfect china plates. They’re almost too pretty to put food on, but there’s a caterer walking around offering people appetizers and we can’t help but take some.
When the announcements start, we wait for Belly’s. Girl after girl descend down the steps in fluffy white dresses and tiaras on their head with men on their arms. I see her poking her head out from behind the curtian. I can tell she’s nervous even from over here. “Isabelle Conklin. Daughter of John Conklin and Laurel Park,” she starts as Belly and Jeremiah meet in the center of the stage and descend down the stairs. I can’t help but notice how her eyes find Conrad’s, despite having his brother on her arm. I look over at Conrad and he’s focused but I can’t tell on who. They bow and present themselves to our table. Laurel gives Belly a thumbs up and I look down at my lap. 
Conrad’s hand is still on my thigh and he squeezes it. I look up at him and he’s looking at me with furrowed brows. He mouths the words what’s wrong and I shake my head. He holds his hand out palm up and I put mine in it gratefully. Belly and Jeremiah present themselves in front of our table. Belly does a curtsey and Jeremiah bows and they’re both smiling way too big but I give her a thumbs up because she is beautiful. She’s not looking at me, though, she’s looking at Conrad and it makes my chest tighten. I had spent the last few days hiding, avoiding Belly at all costs because I can’t look her in the eyes anymore. Not when all I can think about is Conrad’s voice in my ears, his hands on my skin, and his lips on mine. She sits down next to me for breakfast and all I can think about is if his cologne is still lingering on my clothes from the night before and even as she’s chatting and laughing over her cereal bowl, I’m watching the doorway for him. Even right now, as she stares at him, my hand squeezes a little bit tighter on his and I feel guilty.  
I turn to him and whisper in his ear, not caring who is watching and say, “can we get out of here?” I pull back to watch for his reaction and he nods. When all the debs are dismissed, I slide out of my chair excusing myself from the table. The hallway is all too quiet compared to the ballroom and I lean against the bathroom door and wait for him. The door creaks open and when I finally see him, it’s like I can breathe again. “You’re going to get us in trouble if we skip this thing, you know,” he laughs as his hands grab my waist and pull me to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and shrug, kissing his cheek. 
“The classical music is rotting my brain,” I tease. 
“Didn’t you used to play classical music?” He asks. I move my fingers, tapping my fingertips against his back as if I’m playing the piano. 
“Rotted my brain then, too.” When Conrad smiles, I think my heart stops and I kiss him. He presses his body closer to mine, pressing my back against the door. I pull away from him, kissing his cheek once more. “Want to go outside? By the pool?” 
“We really shouldn’t miss any more of this,” he says. I can feel his heart beating in his chest and his resistance despite the certainty in his voice. “This really means a lot to my mom.” 
“You did it last year, right? It’s Jeremiah’s turn, she won’t even notice.” I push against him, making his grip on me tighter and his smile gets a little bigger as he considers it. “Come on,” I beg, fluttering my lashes at him for just a moment before his lips crash against mine and my feet are off the ground. 
Conrad carries me down the rest of the hall and out the door to the pool. It’s dark out, the only lights are reflecting on the pool but it’s quiet. Conrad lays me down on the lounge chair, making sure my dress doesn’t drag on the ground and he props himself up next to me. “Isn’t it peaceful out here?” I ask after a long moment of silence. 
“You hate the water,” he reminds me. 
“I like the sound,” I say. “Being by the water with you is the only time I don’t feel crippled with guilt.” Conrad’s breathing hitches and I feel him freeze next to me. “Don’t do that,” I whisper and shake my head. 
“Do what?” 
“Tense up like that. Like I said something wrong.” 
“I just don’t want you to feel that way,” he says. His nose brushes against my cheek, moving away stray hairs that fell into my face. He kisses my jawline and leans his forehead against my temple. “I want you to be happy.” 
“I am happy,” I tell him. “That’s why I feel this way. Belly loves you.” 
“And I love you.” His voice is so quiet I barely hear him but then he says it again. And again. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeats over and over again until I shut him up with my mouth and pull him on top of me. He mutters those three words as he kisses me. “You can say it back, you know,” he says, out of breath but smiling. 
“I love you, too,” I tell him. “And I love her and I can’t hurt her.” Conrad’s knuckles brush against my cheek once before he rolls off of me and stands up. “What are you doing?” 
“Just stand up,” he says, holding his hand out to me. I take it and he pulls me up next to him. He traces my wrist and up my forearm and back down to my fingers before taking my hand into his. “We have the rest of the summer,” he says. “And then, we tell her. You tell her.” I nod, not fully convinced. “I know you’ll be scared. I know you’ll try and back out and that’s okay. But you just have to jump sometimes, right?” I look over at the water as he talks. Sometimes you just have to jump. 
“Right,” I mumble. I take a step toward the edge of the pool and hoist my dress up exposing my feet. I use Conrad’s hand to steady myself as I step out of my heels and I dip my toes into the water. “Sometimes you just have to jump.” 
“Not into the water, you fool,” Conrad laughs, trying to pull me away from the pool but I don’t budge. I dip my foot into the water further, repeating his words in my mind. “What are you doing?”
“I’m afraid of a lot of things,” I say. “Which is weird because my whole life has been about trying new things but I’m afraid of a lot of things. Meeting new people, change, bugs, mostly spiders but all bugs, really. And the water.” I pull my foot out of the water and try to catch my breath. “I’m afraid of hurting Belly and I’m afraid to love you but there’s only one thing on that list that I can change.” 
I can feel Conrad watching my every move, holding onto my hand like I might break at any moment. “Yeah, I’m sure I could find some bugs somewhere around here,” he says carefully. I can’t help but laugh. I shake my head and turn around, my back facing the water and I can see his chest deflate, relief washing over his face. 
“I’m not talking about the bugs,” I say, yanking his hand so he stumbles forward and I’m falling backward and it all feels like it’s happening in slow motion until we crash into the water. My arms are flailing, trying to gain traction in the water and my lungs feel like they’re on fire, and for a moment, I feel free. But then the panic sets in and my hands are grasping at nothing and I think I’m drowning but then he wraps his arm around my waist and he brings me to the surface and when I can finally breathe again, I start to laugh. 
“You’re fucking crazy,” he says, trying to catch his breath. “Why are you laughing? We have to go back in there and we’re soaked!” I can see the amusement in his eyes and I know he’s not mad because when I kiss him, he kisses me back. 
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I am so thankful for all the love that has been shown so far toward "Clash". I was so excited to write the second chapter for you all and I hope you enjoy it just as much. Stay tuned for more banter, more arguments, and some smut! Let me know what you think so far.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
{Rating:} 18+
{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors
{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.
{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter (This list will be updated as each part gets released)
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The shock of your most recent revelation still has your jaw hung open in disbelief as Jungkook stares at you with irritation stretching over his facial features. His large doe eyes reveal the truth behind his emotions, clearly unsettled by the fact that you happen to be his new neighbor. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He knew from your interactions on the elevator that you lived on the same floor as he did, but he never assumed you live directly beside him. 
He groans, running a hand through the mess of hair atop his head. The curls of his overgrown mullet are saturated with sweat, clearly, an indication of whatever activity he was doing that elicited the moans and groans you heard from the opposite end of your bedroom wall. “Of course, I’d get stuck with you.” 
Jungkook knew he had a new neighbor after seeing the numerous boxes in the corridor the day you moved in. There wasn’t much interaction with each other before this point given you remained quiet about the ruckus he caused day in and day out. He was curious to know who inhabited the space directly beside him, however, he now knew the one person that annoyed him in the entire complex was the one connected to his bedroom wall. 
His comment sends you into a frenzy as you slam your palms against the frame of his door, making your dominance known as you roll your eyes in exasperation. “You? Stuck with me?” You laugh sarcastically, taking offense to his insult as you recall the numerous times you weren’t able to fall asleep because of the fucked up hours he seems to be awake. “Please, I’m the one who has to listen to your shit playlist every hour of the fucking night.” 
Jungkook presses his teeth together as his jaw tightens, leaning his arms back against the door frame to challenge your dominant stance. Before he can get a word out, you take a step forward, barricading yourself in front of his doorway without an ounce of shame. “Not to mention, I have to listen to you banging.” You gesture toward him in annoyance, motioning up and down to the disheveled appearance of your next-door neighbor.
Jungkook’s expression morphs into one of confusion, not recalling having anyone over since you moved in. “What the hell are you talking about?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth, rolling his eyes at your insanity. 
You purse your lips together, popping out your hip at his audacity. Clearly, he was well aware of the loud groans echoing from his apartment. “The walls are thin, you know.” You add with a glare as you press forward. 
Jungkook takes a moment to think back on his evening, remembering that before his crazy new neighbor came pounding on his front door, he was trying to get in a late-night workout. He was doing drills on his speed bag, boxing away until he managed to get his heart rate up before adding some burpees to the routine. He knew the activities were strenuous, however, he never imagined making so much noise. His mind connects your accusations as his eyes widen at the thought, a smile of pure amusement cracks over his features as he lets out a breathy chuckle. “What exactly do you think I was doing?” 
You go to answer his question before you catch yourself, refusing to answer as your cheeks flush a bright shade of crimson. You replay the immoral thoughts that flashed through your mind when hearing Jungkook groan through your wall. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t imagine what was occurring in the opposite apartment, but now that you knew your neighbor was Jungkook, the thoughts seem more scandalous. Even Roxanne heard the sinful sounds through your telephone. Surely Jungkook knew that?
Before you can say anything, he lets out a playful laugh, crossing his arms in front of his bare torso. His tattooed arm is draped above the other, allowing you to study each design of the sleeve carefully as he continues his infectious laughter. “I was working out, princess. No need to blush.”
You blink as you process his words, feeling relief to know there was no banging on the other side of your wall. Your eyes travel back to the waistband of the basketball shorts hanging from his hips, feeling slightly dizzy at the thought of his abdominal muscles flexing as he works out. You can still see clear evidence of his labor on his torso, his skin glistening with sweat beneath the lighting of the hallway.  
“Oh my God.” You slap your palm against your forehead, the embarrassment of your false accusation causing you to shrink from your once self-assured stance. You realize that you’ve been drinking in the sight of his wonderfully toned body, hovering your eyes over his waist as you quickly glance back up to find his stare. “I’m sorry, I thought…” 
“You thought I was having sex?” He interrupts, his tone unable to conceal the enjoyment in his voice as he leans into the door frame. He offers you a cocky grin as another chuckle escapes his lips, realizing that you’ve been checking him out since he opened the door. “Bet it sparked your imagination.” 
You’re hit with a cold wave to calm the smothering heat that’s festering between your legs, infuriated with yourself for even being affected by this man’s physique. “You’re such a pig.” You snap back, attempting to focus on all of the reasons you despise your neighbor to help distract from his body. 
“If that’s what you wanna think, princess.” You wish you could slap the smug look from his face, groaning and rolling your eyes as you turn to walk away. 
Jungkook takes the opportunity to glance over your figure, admiring the band tee that drapes loosely over your frame. His eyes drop to your ass as you turn to storm off, biting the piercing on his bottom lip as he gently nibbles against it. If only you didn’t drive him mad. “Enjoy your tampons and chocolate!” He calls out after you, a little too loud for your liking as you quickly turn your body back to face him with every intention to shut him up. 
“Just keep it down.” You hiss, wanting to simply go back inside and curl into your bed to hide from the world. It was bad enough that you are on your period, but now you have to deal with Jungkook and the embarrassment of it all. You flick your gaze over his body once more before narrowing your eyes, pretending the sight of him disgusts you. “…and put on a shirt.” You scrunch your nose in distaste as you watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, the irritation between the pair of you evident as you stomp back into your apartment. 
You refuse to look back until you slam your door shut, leaning your back against your door as your body trembles with agitation. “Little shit.” You grumble, hating the fact that he manages to bother you so much each time you come across him. You let your anger escape with an exhale as you shuffle your feet across the floor to your bedroom. 
As you lay in bed to cuddle back with your heating pack, you hear the music stop from the other side of the wall. You sit up, completely in shock that he actually listened to you and turned down his music. You grin triumphantly as you lay against your pillow, your eyes glancing back over to your television to catch up on the latest episode displayed before you. Maybe going over there was the best thing for you to do. 
Just as you start getting back into your sitcom, loud thumping resumes through your bedroom wall, even louder than it originally was before. You groan, rolling over to yank your pillow over your head to smother the sound from invading your eardrums. As if Jungkook was purposefully trying to spite you, the persistent noise fluctuates as the loud vibrations become distant hums. You relax your body, giving up on the evening as you close your eyes and focus on anything else. 
— 
The chime of the elevator was swiftly followed by the large doors sliding open to reveal the familiar pattern of the carpeted corridor leading to your apartment. Luckily, you live beside one of the four corners, meaning the elevators were conveniently located just beyond the threshold of your front door. 
You balance a few bags in your hands as you step out into the brightly lit hallway, walking with haste to your apartment door as you juggle some fresh sushi and a couple of your favorite bottles of wine in a temperature-controlled reusable bag. For the first time since you’ve moved in, you are excited about an evening in, especially since your two best friends are coming to spare you from Jungkook’s insistent annoyance. 
As you approach the entryway of your unit, you glance into the corner space of the hallway, your eyes are met with a large wall. Your eyes flicker down to the minimalist doormat of Jungkook’s apartment, his gym bag haphazardly tossed into the corner beside his door. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes once again at the notion that he assumed the corridor was his personal form of storage. 
“Pig”, you grunt under your breath as you pause in front of your door, satisfied with the sight of the wreath hung on your door to add an extra pop of decor to your space. You lean forward to place the bag of wine onto your doormat, allowing you the opportunity to retrieve your keys from your back pocket. You hear the gentle rustle of metal as you locate the correct one, aiming for the lock mechanism as you quickly unlock the door. 
Just as your wrist rotates, you reach for the handle with the opposite hand to help pry open the large structure. You pause as your palm is met with a slimy texture, causing your features to scrunch in disgust as you quickly pull your hand away from the handle. “What the fuck?” You display your hand open in front of you, noticing the faint glimmer of oil across your skin. You hesitate, lifting your hand to your nose to sniff the odd substance, relieved to find it was the familiar scent of avocado oil. 
“What are you? A fucking child?” You practically growl through your teeth, your jaw locking with tension as you wipe the sensation from your skin as you brush your hand against your hip. It’s no question how the oil got onto your door handle, your eyes accusingly shifting toward Jungkook’s apartment. You’ll be damned if you let his childlike pranks ruin the start of your day. 
You force yourself to take a deep breath, bending forward to pick up your groceries with every intention of escaping inside so you could avoid the possibility of running into him. As your bag lifts from the floor, you suddenly notice your welcome mat has been tampered with, the wording now upside down. You let a groan fester deep in your soul, tossing your head back in exasperation. Frankly, it was such a small annoyance, yet knowing it came from Jungkook seems to irk you more than it ever would otherwise. 
You dig your toe into the corner of the mat, kicking the material until it’s facing the correct direction before walking in and shutting your door behind you. You sigh as you shuffle toward the kitchen, placing your bag on the counter. You sigh as you recall the oil from your door handle, moving toward the sink to wash away the remnants from your skin. You take a pump of soap, working the lather of the substance between your palms as your elbow pushes open the tap.  
The reality of the situation is that Jungkook went out of his way to sabotage your door and fiddle with your doormat with the intention of pissing you off. Unfortunately, it was working, your body simmering with agitation at the thought of such petty actions. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you both discovered that you are neighbors, and he’s already doing shit like this? This was going to be a long-year lease if this keeps up. 
You groan once again before rinsing the soap from your hands, shutting off the tap to grab the tea towel that was hanging from the handle of your stove. You dry your hands before moving back to your groceries, unzipping the top, and starting to pull out the contents.  You pluck the bottles of wine from the bag first, setting them against the island, knowing you couldn’t wait to indulge in them later that evening. 
Switching your attention to the various assortments of sushi tucked at the bottom of the bag, you gently pull them from their security, setting them on the counter as you lean your hands into the corner of the kitchen island. You glance down at the rolls, noticing a few pieces of nigiri with fresh slabs of cut salmon decorating the top. You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth, gnawing the flesh softly as you ponder intrusive thoughts of revenge as you vividly picture Jungkook’s gym bag in the corridor outside. 
The corner of your mouth pulls into a sinister grin at the reality of his belongings helplessly sitting outside, tempting you to tamper back. “I can’t.” You whisper to yourself, knowing that if you fell to his level, you’d surely declare war. Hasn’t it already begun anyway? You continue chewing on your bottom lip before succumbing to your petty urges, quickly lifting the top off of the delicacy to peel a piece of sliced salmon from one of the mounds of rice. 
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You say to yourself as you dangle the raw fish in front of you, expecting it would only take an hour or so before it warmed up and started to stink. You quickly shuffle your feet toward your front door, peeking out of the peephole to see if anyone is out in the corridor. If you are going to do this, you are going to have to be quick. 
You pause as you reach for the handle, questioning if you should really be placing a piece of raw fish in his gym bag just to get back at him. Weren’t you taking it a step too far? Your mind quickly scans through all of the interactions you’ve shared with Jungkook since your arrival and you finally settle on the memory of being hit with a ball at the pool. Could you be a better person and ignore his childish pestering? Absolutely. Did you want to? Hell no. If he was taking shots, you were equally as prepared to serve him a taste of his own medicine. 
You quickly pull open the handle of your front door, leaning your head out into the hallway as your peer from side to side to see if the coast is clear. You grin childishly as you realize there isn’t a single soul in the corridor and Jungkook’s door is shut. Fearful of getting caught, you quietly tiptoe toward his gym bag, noticing a high-brand logo printed on the side of the duffle. You pause once again, suddenly feeling bad that you would soon be ruining something of such value. You chew on the inside of your cheek, pondering your decision until you settle on the fact that he could always wash it and air it out. 
Once there, you crouch down, pinching the zipper between your thumb and pointer finger as you gently slide it open, revealing a pair of boxing gloves and a towel nestled inside. You peer up, glancing around once more as you hang the piece of salmon over the opening, letting it plop into the corner beside one of the gloves. You cringe at the thought of what it might smell like later, gently pushing the glove on top of it to conceal it from view once you first open the bag. You close it with haste as you push off your hands to help you stand back up, turning to sneak back into your apartment and shut the door close behind you. 
The solitude of your apartment allows you to press your back against the front door, giggling immaturely as you relish in your actions. This is something you would typically never do, however, the excitement of getting Jungkook back seems worth it all. You brush off your hands, moving to turn your attention back onto covering up the rest of the nigiri and placing it into the fridge to store it until later, desperately awaiting the commencement of your girl's night.
The soft sounds of mumbling women echo throughout Jungkook’s apartment as the voices within your living room travel through the walls. Your girl's night was commencing while Jungkook and Taehyung freshen up after a day of various activities around town, completely oblivious to the events occurring in your apartment.
Taehyung walks through the kitchen of Jungkook’s unit, typing away on his phone as he places an order for pizza to be delivered as a quick alternative to cooking dinner. While he does so, Jungkook walks out of his bedroom, his hair still dripping wet from his shower as he runs a towel through the damp strands of his hair.
“I’m ordering pizza,” Taehyung speaks softly as he hears the click of Jungkook’s door, informing his best friend of his last-minute decision. The apartment owner simply nods in agreement as Jungkook moves to sit against the couch, letting his body fall limp into the plush cushions. 
“Sounds good to me,” Jungkook claims as he continues working the fabric of the towel through his hair to soak up as much water as possible. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a loose black t-shirt that conceals his toned frame as he shifts his eyes toward Taehyung. His best friend has his elbows pressing into the kitchen counter as he continues to type in the instructions for the pizza delivery. 
It was now well past eight as the two men suddenly realized that they hadn't made any plans to satisfy their growing hunger. Taehyung was the more responsible of the two, taking on the task of ordering food for him and the man he considered a younger brother. Jungkook gently lifts his legs as he shifts to a lying position on the couch, letting his tired limbs take a moment to melt into the cushions. The soreness serves as a painful reminder of their many reps this morning at the gym, leaving him groaning as he rolls his body over so he can face Taehyung.
The recollection of their workout has him scanning the living room for the location of his gym bag. He momentarily pauses to think about its whereabouts, remembering tossing it down outside his apartment when they decided to hit up the pool. 
“Hey, would you check if my bag is still outside?” Jungkook motions toward the front door with a nod of his head, watching as Taehyung finally submits their order before shifting his gaze to the front door.
 He offers Jungkook a look of annoyance as he moves toward the front door. “Seriously? You haven’t brought it in yet?” Taehyung swiftly opens the front door to see the familiar object sitting in the corner of the corridor, nestled just beside the door. “You’re such a slob.” He complains playfully, retrieving the item as Jungkook retaliates from his position on the couch. 
“I am not. I just forgot.” He defends, glancing around at his relatively neat apartment. He wasn’t necessarily a messy person, he just had groups of random objects piled off to the side until he had time to put them up. 
Taehyung rolls his eyes as he leans down to grab the gym bag, instantly being met with the overwhelming smell of something putrid. He dramatically coughs back his disgust as he hesitantly lifts the sack by one of the straps, carrying it at arm's length as he brings it back inside. Jungkook is none the wiser as he hears the front door close shut, revealing a horrified Taehyung. “JK, your shit smells rank.” He groans, tossing the bag down at the foot of the couch. 
“Oh, shut up.” Jungkook sits up as he watches Taehyung struggle to breathe properly, pinching his eyebrows together as he follows Taehyung’s dramatic gaze toward the bag. “It’s not that bad.” He couldn’t imagine what he might have left in there to cause such a reaction from his friend. He typically showers and changes after every workout, rarely ever using the bag to store soiled clothing. Did he leave a pair of socks that caused an odor to build? “It’s just boxing gloves.”
The moment the words left his lips, he was met with the same vile smell that Taehyung described, oddly resembling the faint scent of rotting flesh. “What the fuck is that?” That was definitely not just his boxing gloves. He moves quickly to unzip the top compartment of the bag, peeling it open as the odor only increases, causing him to instantly pull the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose as he desperately tries not to gag at the repulsive stench.
Taehyung simply shrugs his shoulders, retreating back into the kitchen to avoid inhaling any more of the horrid fragrance. “Damn, JK. What do you have in there?” Taehyung has known Jungkook for years and he never experienced such a smell coming from the younger male, let alone his belongings. “Whatever it is, it smells like shit.”
Jungkook shot him a deadly glare as Taehyung innocently held his hands up in his defense, knowing he had nothing to do with whatever situation was unfolding in his bag. Jungkook cautiously moves aside one of his gloves to reveal a pinky, orange substance tucked at the bottom corner. “What the fuck?” He moves to pinch his fingers around the now slimy piece of salmon, lifting it up out of the bag to display it to Taehyung. “Is this fish?” 
Taehyung can’t keep his face from morphing in disgust, dramatically dry heaving as he turns away from the sight. Jungkook simply glares at him through the mess of slightly damp curls hanging in his eyes, shaking his head as he studies the mysterious piece of salmon. He’s had sushi and nigiri plenty of times to recognize the type of protein, standing up to bring it toward the trash can. “It’s salmon.” 
Taehyung’s eyes scrunch in confusion, watching as Jungkook discards it quickly into the bin. “Why do you have salmon in your gym bag?” He can’t help but chuckle at his question, watching in amusement as Jungkook becomes increasingly annoyed that his belongings are now covered with the scent of rotting fish. 
“Like I would know.” He snaps back at him, moving to the sink to clean off the liquid from his hands. Taehyung steps aside, finding the situation quite comical. As if on queue, there is a boisterous laugh that echoes through the walls of his apartment, reflecting the amusement of the girls next door as the gentle thumping of music begins to reverberate against the walls. Jungkook pushes open the tap of his sink, pumping some soap onto the palms of his hands. 
Over the commotion next door, he can make out the faint hint of your voice, suddenly recalling the small prank he sabotaged your door with this morning. How else would fish suddenly appear in his gym bag? You had to be the culprit and Jungkook just caught onto your declaration of war. “That bitch.” He groans, scrubbing his hands together as Taehyung leans the back of his hip into the counter. 
“What bitch?”
Jungkook scoffs with a small chuckle of disbelief. “Remember that girl from the pool?” 
Taehyung scans his memory, vaguely recalling a conversation with Jungkook about a girl that he apparently had no interest in despite her good looks. “You mean the hot one that you threw a ball at?” 
Jungkook grins mischievously at the memory, smiling in satisfaction before remembering the events that just occurred. “Yeah…turns out she’s my neighbor.” Jungkook is definitely physically attracted to you, however, the numerous interactions you two shared seem to create a clear understanding that you both can’t stand each other beyond looks. Now it was a battle of the sexes as you both engaged in a petty prank war just to further piss each other off. “I bet she put this fish there.”
Taehyung’s jaw hangs open in surprise, his cheeks swelling against his eyes as he bends over in laughter. “Ah man…that sucks.” While Taehyung didn’t understand why Jungkook didn’t pursue you, he had also heard stories of all of your interactions, giving him a decent chunk of background knowledge to understand your current dynamic with his best friend. 
Jungkook sighs as he moves to dry his hands, hearing another chuckle roar from next door. It was evident that you had friends over for the evening and you clearly aren’t concerned about the level of noise you were making. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to strike again. His features illuminate as an idea courses through his mind, chuckling at the possible reaction that might flood over your face. 
“Help me get even.” With that, Jungkook tugs the collar of his shirt as he quickly lifts the fabric up and over his head to expose his bare torso. The only thing remaining is his jeans that deliciously hang from his hips as he flashes Taehyung a wild expression. “Take off your shirt.” Jungkook quickly demands, leaving Taehyung baffled at his sudden change in attitude. 
“Hell no.” Taehyung instinctually answers, wondering what the hell Jungkook was up to this time. His denial has the youngest simply shrugging his shoulders as he moves toward his front door. 
“Suit yourself.” 
Jungkook pulls open his door handle as Taehyung swiftly joins him in pulling off his shirt, tossing it onto the counter beside him as he shakes his head in disapproval. Of course, he'd get wrapped up in whatever nonsense Jungkook was about to unfold, however, his curiosity simply couldn’t allow him to sit out of the action. Jungkook grins mischievously as he motions for Taehyung to follow behind him, enlightening his friend as he exposes his intentions. “You’re crazy.” Taehyung puts it simply despite the laugh that erupts from him as he hesitantly joins him. “But I’m in.”
Roxanne and Lisa sit across from you on the large sectional decorating your living room, a large smile stretching across your lips at the reality of finally having your own place to host your friends in peace. Your favorite playlist echoes from the Bluetooth sound bar beneath your television, the music loud enough to drown out any possible noises coming from Jungkook’s apartment, but not too loud that you can’t make conversation with your guests. 
You gently swirl the liquid in your wine glass, a fragrant peach aroma wafting from the cup as you bring it to your lips to taste the sweet alcohol on your tongue. Thankfully, the neighbor on the opposite side of your apartment from Jungkook works night shifts, which allows you to enjoy the evening without fear of bothering her with your music and loud chatter. Jungkook on the other hand, you couldn’t care less if you inconvenienced him. 
Roxanne’s features brighten with jubilation as another round of giggles erupts your lips, catching up on all of the latest gossip from your lives. Your eyes widen as Lisa retells the events of a recent date she embarked on, offering her a comforting smile as she vents about some tool. “Fuck him.” You offer unapologetically. 
Roxanne quickly lifts her glass to propose a toast to your statement. “I second that.” She offers before downing the rest of her wine, quickly leaning forward to retrieve the wine bottle from the coffee table to pour herself another glass. You smile as Lisa’s mood becomes instantly more relaxed, thankful to have the support of her friends as she leans back into the couch cushions to get more comfortable. Once Roxanne’s glass is nearly full, she places the bottle back on the table before shooting you a questioning glance. “Alright, Y/n. Spill the apartment drama.” She lifts her eyebrows suggestively, smirking as she brings the rim of her glass to her lips. 
You pause as Lisa straightens herself on the couch. “Oh yeah. Tell us about living by yourself.” She offers with a gentle smile. “Is it all you hoped it’d be?” Lisa has always been the most easygoing of the three of you, being the only friend left in your trio to find her own place. 
Your first instinct is to lie and tell them how amazing everything is. Your apartment was beautiful and located in an amazing part of town. The complex offers amazing amenities with a vast majority of your neighbors being relatively friendly. That’s why you end up saying, “It’s amazing! I should’ve moved out sooner.” You joke, despite the haunting memory of your unruly neighbor, hoping the reality of Jeon Jungkook would stay hidden for the night. 
“How are your neighbors?” Roxanne smirks with her lips still against her glass, recalling your conversation yesterday. You shrug at her statement, lifting your cup to take another sip. “Did you find out if they were banging?”
The flesh of your cheeks instantly becomes warm at the memory of Jungkook’s groans through your wall, remembering his chiseled torso when you bravely walked over to give him a piece of your mind. You feel the burn of the wine in your throat as you choke back your surprise, stunned that she asks so bluntly. Before you can say anything, Lisa’s jaw drops open in excitement as if there is drama to spill. “What?!” 
You fail to notice how rosy your cheeks become, unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the mere memory of Jungkook looking incredibly hot and sweaty. “Oh my God.” You groan, placing your glass down on the coffee table as you stand up to try and derail the conversation. “Who wants food?” You ask nervously, watching as Lisa quickly shifts to raise a hand, successfully distracting her from the question. Roxanne on the other hand narrows her eyes in your direction, shaking her head in amusement before sparing you from more inquiries about your neighbor. 
“What are we eating?” Lisa questions enthusiastically, the simple thought of food causing her eyes to widen like a child in a candy shop. 
You move quickly towards the kitchen, your eyes set on the refrigerator as you call out from across the space. “Sushi and nigiri!” You claim happily, excited to indulge in a meal you’ve been craving since your period began. You open the icebox, pulling out the trays you picked up earlier, noticing the bare rice ball that once held the piece of salmon you placed into Jungkook’s gym bag. You smile mischievously at the memory, wishing you could witness his face once making the unfortunate discovery. 
As you set the assortment trays on the counter, moving to retrieve a few chopsticks from your utensil drawer, you hear your doorbell sound over the low reverberations of the music. You pinch your eyebrows together in curiosity, wondering who could possibly be at your door. Aside from Lisa and Roxanne, you never have visitors. Before you can move out of the kitchen, Roxanne shimmies past you toward the front door. “I’ll get it for you.” She hums happily, assuming it was a delivery. 
Before you can respond, your mind wonders if Jungkook is the one knocking on your door. Did he find the fish in his gym bag? Was he annoyed by your music, giving him a taste of his own medicine? Before you can move around the corner, your worst fear is confirmed as Roxanne pulls open the large structure. 
You hear Jungkook’s voice from across the threshold of your apartment, quickly shuffling your feet against the tile to join Roxanne before he can cause any damage. You instantly become horrified as Lisa joins Roxanne, your eyes quickly shift to find Jungkook with the same friend that was with him the other day at the pool, half naked in your doorway. 
“Y/n!?” You hear Roxanne holler, her smile invading her cheeks as her jaw hangs open. “You ordered strippers for tonight?” She seems far too excited as your cheeks flush an insatiable shade of crimson, your mouth going dry as you try to find the words to speak. 
“Hell yeah!” Lisa shouts from behind you, drinking at the sight of the two handsome men in your doorway. You feel suffocated with embarrassment as your mind tries to connect the fact that Jungkook and Taehyugn were posing as strippers while your two best friends openly ogle your neighbor’s deliciously yet, obnoxiously exposed body. “Damn, Y/n. I’d expect this from Roxanne, not you.” Lisa continues as she pats your shoulder excitedly. “Not that I’m complaining.” 
Your eyes shift toward Jungkook, finding his bright doe eyes underneath his still-damp hair from his shower, a vexatious grin plastered on his face. “Hey, Princess.” His voice dips seductively, causing your brain to short-circuit as you desperately try to grasp ahold of the situation. Before Roxanne can move to invite them in, you quickly push past her, blocking the entryway of your apartment. 
“These aren’t strippers.” Your voice has a little more bite than you originally intend, glaring intensely at Jungkook for pulling such an embarrassing stunt the first time you have your friends over. “This is my stupid neighbor and his friend.” You groan as you motion toward Jungkook before shifting your hand toward Taehyung. 
“This is your neighbor?” Roxanne purrs as she leans into the doorway, her eyes drinking in the vision of both of the handsome men before you. She knows exactly who he is as she puts together the reality that this was the neighbor from next door that she heard grunting while on the phone with you. 
You can’t help but let out another groan, turning to face your friends with embarrassment still etched over your features. “Unfortunately.” You feel Jungkook come up behind you, placing his hand around your waist to continue his mission of pissing you off in front of your friends. Your body flinches at his touch, something Roxanne quickly catches on to as she studies your body language. 
“Oh please, she secretly loves me.” He grins confidently as he leans to the side to whisper in your ear. “Don’t you, princess?” His voice is mocking as a low purr resonates in his chest at the satisfaction of your flustered appearance. 
“You wish.” You snap back softly, forcing a smile on your face in an attempt not to tear into him in front of your friends.
 Roxanne grins playfully as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling at Jungkook and Taehyung before glancing back at Lisa who was equally enjoying their company. “In that case, why don’t you guys join us for a few drinks? We were just about to have some sushi.” You practically feel your jaw unhinge as you glance back toward Roxanne. You can’t believe what you just heard. She did not just invite them to crash your girl's night. 
“Yeah, you should!” Lisa smiles brightly, moving to stand beside Roxanne. “There is plenty to go around.” You glance over to Lisa, seeing her flash you a suggestive look, knowing that the evening would be far more entertaining with a pair of good-looking men. If these were your neighbors, why wouldn’t you invite them in with the hopes of getting close to one of them? Unfortunately for you, you know exactly how Jungkook is and the thought of spending the evening with him churns the inside of your stomach. 
Jungkook glances back at Taehyung who seems thrilled with the notion of spending time with three attractive women, eager to get the night started. Jungkook smiles charmingly as he tightens the grip on your side, chuckling deeply at the tension in your limbs. “We’d love to.” 
Roxanne and Lisa rejoice as they move back into the apartment to head toward the living room as you quickly wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s hold to block the doorway of your apartment. You stretch your arms out to each side as the two men walk toward you, your eyes narrowing in their direction. “You are not coming into my apartment.” You hiss as Jungkook simply smiles condescendingly. 
“But your friends were so looking forward to getting to know us.” He teases, knowing that if you forbid them from coming in, you would need to spend the rest of the evening talking about your relationship with them and why you wouldn’t invite them in. 
You press your lips into a thin line, fighting the irritation bubbling within you as you glance back toward Taehyung who seems like an innocent soul just dragged along by Jungkook. You let a sigh escape your lips as you drop your arms, watching as Jungkook’s confidence skyrockets. Just as he moves to push past you, you hold up your arms once more, glaring darkly at your infuriating neighbor. “Not until you both put on a shirt.” 
“What? Don’t want your friends lusting over me all night?” He states blatantly, completely unfazed as the pink in your cheeks darkens from the thought of having to witness him this way yourself. While he might drive you up the wall, you couldn’t deny that he was undeniably handsome. 
“Just go put on a fucking shirt.” You hiss between your teeth as Taehyung gently pulls Jungkook back from challenging your stance. 
“You got it.” Taehyung comments quickly, before guiding Jungkook back to his apartment door and turning to glance back at you. “I’ll bring some beer.” He offers, knowing it is best to accommodate their drinking since she is being kind enough to let them join in. 
Your eyes flicker across your living room as you lean back in your armchair, desperately trying not to let a frown tug against the corners of your lips. You bring your wine glass to your lips, peering over the edge as you gulp back a taste of the sweet liquid, enjoying the subtle burning as it travels down your throat. You wish you were drinking something stronger to take off the edge of Jungkook and Taehyung being in your apartment, slowly working on your own bottle of wine as heat builds in your chest from the slight intoxication. 
Jungkook and Taehyung obeyed your single request, returning with shirts on and a case of beer to consume while getting to know you and your friends. Their pizza was thankfully delivered during that time, however, they left it next door in hopes of consuming some sushi and nigiri, free of charge. 
Roxanne and Lisa are the ones doing most of the talking, Roxanne becomes an insatiable flirt the more she consumes cups of wine while Lisa focuses her attention on the ever-handsome Taehyung. You stay quiet, only adding to the conversation whenever a question or remark is directed at you, silently observing the way your friends seem to melt into the men’s hands. You laugh under your breath, rolling your eyes as you take another swig of your wine. 
You can’t help but let your thoughts wander, thinking back on all of the interactions you’ve shared with Jungkook so far, recalling the sight of him dripping wet in the pool and the sight of his bare torso glistening with sweat the night before. For someone you claim to hate, you find yourself thirsting over him through the heat of your growing intoxication. 
“What do you like to do in your free time?” You hear Roxanne’s voice which pulls you from your mind as your eyes settle on the sight of one of your best friends sitting dangerously close to Jungkook all of a sudden. 
Jungkook simply smiles, his legs spread sinfully as he leans back into the couch, his hand still gripped around his beer bottle as it nestles itself between his thighs. “I like boxing.” He claims, his large doe eyes exposing his enjoyment of the activity. 
Lisa’s eyes widen at his statement, shifting her gaze onto him. “Really, boxing?” Jungkook hums in agreement, his eyes scanning the crowd until they stop on your gaze, your cheeks suddenly becoming flush from getting caught staring at him. 
“Y/n likes going to the gym as well.” Roxanne’s statement is delivered as if it were meant to be a flex on your behalf, narrowing your eyes as you watch her make a suggestive look for you to engage in the conversation. 
Jungkook lets out a chuckle of amusement, lifting the rim of his beer bottle to his lips as he pulls back a sizable amount of the alcohol. “Does she?” His tone is almost mocking as he thinks back on your first interaction in the mail room. He vaguely remembers calling you lazy for not wanting to make multiple trips up with your groceries, flashing you a questioning glare as you sarcastically offer him a smile. 
“Oh yeah,” Lisa adds as if she was helping sell the idea. “She used to go all the time before her ex…”
“Who wants more sushi?” You interrupt promptly at the mention of your ex. It’s bad enough that Jungkook is in your apartment, you don’t need him to know your entire backstory as well. You flash Lisa a threatening glare before standing up to make your way into the kitchen. The layout of your apartment includes a dividing half wall between the living space and the kitchen, providing you with shelter from their stares as you quickly move to lean into the counter. 
You pause for a moment, hopelessly trying to make out the conversation commencing on the opposite side of the wall. Luckily, the conversation seems to shift onto Taehyung and his line of work versus the story of your ex and more personal information you didn’t care to expose to a man you barely know. 
A sigh escapes your lips as you press up on your toes to reach one of the overhead cabinets, seeking out an empty glass to pour yourself a cup of water to cool you off from the building swirl in your mind. This evening was already throwing you for a loop, you don’t need to get black out drunk on top of it all. 
You quickly close the door of the cabinet, turning around to take slow strides toward the fridge, relishing in the intimacy of the kitchen versus the crowd that occupies your living room. You press your cup into the dispenser on the refrigerator door, watching as it slowly fills with liquid while you become parched for a taste of the freshness. Once it fills to your liking, you pull it away and bring it to your lips, taking a large gulp to soothe your throat. 
“Is it me, or do you always seem to have a stick up your ass?” You hear a deep voice from behind you, turning around to spot Jungkook walking into the kitchen with an empty beer bottle in hand. Of course, he follows you into the kitchen when all you want is a moment of quiet to collect your whirling thoughts. 
You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, clearly upset by his looming presence. “Only when you’re around.” You state plainly as you move back to press back against your counter, watching him carefully as he enters the kitchen to discard his empty bottle before fetching a new one. 
His large eyes stalk you from across the kitchen as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I’m flattered.” His voice drops an octave as he hovers over the trays of sushi displayed on your counter, selecting a random one before tossing it fully into his mouth. You can’t help but watch the flex of his throat as he swallows back the morsel, feeling your body crawl with heat as his jaw morphs with each movement. Why the hell were you so drawn to his physique? It must be the alcohol. Has to be. 
You slowly tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing on the flesh gently as you shift your eyes to look anywhere other than Jungkook. While you start focusing on the patterns on your backsplash, Jungkook glances over the selection of food before settling on a piece of nigiri with a missing cut of salmon atop. He glances over the rest, noticing a few more pieces beside it with delicate cuts of fish laid on top, almost identical to the one he found in his bag earlier that evening. 
He lets out a scoff as he passes his tongue across the bottom of his teeth, biting back the urge to snap at you for causing his gym bag to sell horrid from the rotting fish. “Funny. ” He gently motions to the small rice ball, shifting his gaze toward you. “These look just like the piece of salmon I found in my gym bag earlier.” He accuses you indirectly as your irises find his large eyes narrowing in your direction. 
“Oh?” You hum simply, feigning innocent until proven guilty. Jungkook tilts his head in exasperation, refusing to play dumb just for your entertainment. You bite back a laugh as the corners of your cheeks pull into a small smile. “Must have fallen out of my bag while I was unlocking my door.” You shrug your shoulders as you take another sip of your water. 
Jungkook clenches his teeth as he fights off his growing irritation. “So it just happened to fall into my gym bag that was nowhere near your door?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, the tattooed pattern on his forearm wonderfully displayed for your enjoyment. 
You simply shrug once more, recalling the words he once spoke to you when purposefully hitting you with a volleyball, ultimately causing you to spill your drink. You smirk mischievously as you glue your gaze onto his, making sure he can plainly see the sarcasm you’re directing at him. “Happy accident.”
Jungkook practically growls at your response, recognizing your efforts as he turns to grab his beer bottle, popping off the cap. He takes a large swig, hoping to take off some of the edge as he hears laughter and giggles resonating from your living room. If you were going to be coy with him, he would gladly play the same game and get under your skin, and he knew exactly how to do it. “Your friend Roxanne is hot.” He blurts out shamelessly, causing you to choke on your water as you take another sip. He didn’t have to be so forward. 
You let out a few coughs to soothe the building tightness in your throat from inhaling your water the wrong way, staying silent since you truly don’t know how to even respond to that. He watches you carefully, grinning maliciously as the sparkle behind your irises fills with jealousy; jealousy you didn’t even know you have. “I bet she’s a freak in bed.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You snap, completely disgusted to hear him speak about your best friend in such a manner. He truly is the pig you make him out to be, yet why are his words upsetting you so much? 
He shrugs as he lifts his beer bottle back up to his lips, taking another sip as you slowly watch the flex of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp. He pops off the bottle with a content sigh as his eyes fill with darkness. “You thought I was banging someone yesterday, might as well make it a reality for you.” 
Jungkook’s words crash into you with blunt force, surely knocking you off your feet as you try to grasp his implications. Your cheeks flush red as you recall the sinful groans and moans from next door, the sounds echoing in your mind as your body heats up at the thought of his chiseled body on top of someone, fucking them into oblivion. You remember that he just implied doing such activities with your best friend, causing the building jealousy and rage to snap. You barely have the time to think about anything before your hand jolts forward, tossing the remnants of your cup onto Jungkook as a gasp escapes your lips. 
What the fuck is wrong with you? You blink off your blind wrath to find Jungkook’s messy curls drenched with the water from your cup, his shirt clinging to his body as he uses his free hand to smooth the damp hair back out of his face. “Seriously, Y/n?” He growls, before glancing down to find his shirt half soaked from your craziness.  
You’re completely horrified that you would do such a thing, however, your stubbornness towards him causes you to simply shrug. “You seemed like you needed to cool off.” You add quickly, owning up to your actions even though a part of you felt like they were completely uncalled for. You couldn’t possibly apologize for letting your jealousy get the best of you. You’d rather look like a bitch than give him the satisfaction of letting him know he got the best of you. 
Jungkook presses his lips together in a tight line as he takes slow, careful steps toward you as you press back onto the edge of the counter. He’s causing your proximity to diminish and it’s slowly starting to suffocate you as he stops just inches away from your frame. Without a single word, he just offers you a smile which causes you to stare up at him in confusion, half expecting him to yell at you. Instead, you see him lift his hand from the corner of your eye before a cold trickling sensation drips down your hair and onto your shoulder. 
Your mouth drops open as you glance up hesitantly, watching as beer drips from his bottle onto your head, soaking your hair with the awful stench of the gluttonous liquid. “What the hell, JK?!” You hiss between your teeth, placing your cup down on the counter before shoving your hands against his chest to send him back a few steps. “That’s fucking beer, mine was just water.” You complain, glancing down at the drenched strains of your hair. 
Jungkook lets a dark chuckle vibrate in his diaphragm as he shrugs his shoulders unapologetically. “Happy accident.” He offers, his large doe eyes shining with mischief as he chugs back the last of the alcohol in his bottle. “Now we’re even.” He places the bottle down on the opposite side of the counter before reaching for another, holding it up as a gesture of his victory. He offers you a cocky grin before turning around to leave the kitchen, ready to rejoin the group in the other room. 
“Even, my ass.” You grumble under your breath, turning to face the array of food you have spread across your countertop. You find a container of soy sauce directly beside your hand, making a split-second decision to grab ahold of it before calling out to Jungkook. “Hey, JK?” You watch as he turns around to face you before flinging the liquid inside of the container, satisfied once Jungkook’s shirt becomes stained with the sauce. You can’t help but let a giggle escape your lips as Jungkook’s eyes light up with anger. 
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be.” He growls before setting his beer down and grabbing the rice ball from the nigiri missing the piece of salmon that unfortunately ended up in his gym bag. He takes quick strides towards you before smashing the rice against the top of your head, smearing the sticky grains until they become laced through your strands. 
You gasp at the audacity, reaching back to grab the first thing within your proximity. The tray of cupcakes you purchased earlier is right beside you as you grab one of the pastries before smearing the frosting straight across Jungkook’s face as his handsome features become camouflaged in a veil of buttercream. 
 Before you can do anything else, Jungkook reaches up to grab your wrists, grabbing one in each hand as he pins your arms back against the counter. You pause in your aggression as you become caged between the counter and his towering frame, your arms helpless against his strength as he holds you in place. 
Jungkook pants softly as his body trembles in anger, traces of the frosting residing on his cheeks and lips as his eyes bore into your soul. A chill courses through your limbs at the sight, suddenly intimidated by his intensity as you feel yourself shrink beneath his stare. 
“Had enough?” He breathes, his breath ghosting against your cheek as you challenge his glare. 
You try to pry yourself from his hold as he presses his hips forward to keep you glued to the counter, your body becoming hot from just how close he is to you. “Fuck you.” You hiss, leaning forward to assert your dominance, surprised to see Jungkook refuses to flinch or pull away. You’re now inches from each other in an intense stare-down while the effects of the alcohol has you blushing from the close contact. 
“I’d love to see you try.” His voice reflects the animosity he shares toward you, however, there is a hint of lust laced through his tone. You gulp back your surprise, not expecting him to respond in such a way. You try to move away, however, you’re suddenly drawn closer to his lips, the alcohol in your system impairing your judgment as your eyes flick down to the piercing tucked at the corner of his bottom lip. You feel breathless as the sexual tension between you engulfs your desires, your body relaxing in his hold as you stop fighting against him.
Jungkook continues to close the distance between you as you feel his waist continue digging against your hips, both of you lost in each other in a moment that resembled being caught under a spell. “Y/n! What’s taking so long?” You hear Roxanne’s voice call out from the living room as it pulls you both back to reality. Jungkook releases his hold of your wrists as he steps away from you, quickly retrieving a napkin to wipe off the evidence of your childish tussle. 
“Taehyung, we’re leaving,” Jungkook calls out, thankful to have most of the frosting cleaned from his complexion. He doesn’t spare you another glance as he grabs the rest of the beers, making his way out into the hallway with a slam of your front door. You scoff from his sudden mood swing as you hesitantly walk back out into the living room, forgetting about your disheveled appearance. 
Roxanne and Lisa’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as they take in your beer-soaked appearance, rice and all smeared within your hair. “Y/n…what…”
Before Lisa can ask what occurred during your absence, you hold up a hand in defeat as you move toward your bedroom. “Don’t ask. I’ll be right back.” You speak quickly, watching as Taehyung stands with haste to follow after Jungkook. 
Taehyung pauses as he walks by you, an apologetic look reflecting in his eyes as he offers you a sheepish smile. “Thanks again for having us over.” He offers in an attempt to be somewhat chivalrous, assuming Jungkook was the reason behind her appearance. You simply smile at him as he makes his way toward the door before you disappear into your bedroom to clean off the smell of beer. 
After a few days of dodging Jungkook and hiding out in your apartment, you finally feel a bolt of energy to get back on your feet and enjoy your time off of work. The last few days had you working long hours, eagerly taking overtime just to avoid coming home and having to put up with Jungkook’s insufferable presence. Thankfully, another day off meant you had the opportunity to enjoy yourself and do some self-care. 
You quickly maneuver through the corridor outside of your apartment, making a dash for the elevator in hopes of preventing another run-in with your neighbor. Unfortunately, Jungkook seemed to work odd hours which keeps you from identifying a specific schedule of when to expect him. Instead, you’re left on your toes to constantly fear another interaction with the man that drove you to the brink of insanity. You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors dressing the elevator lobby, admiring the way your old workout clothes seem to hug your frame. While you aren’t as in shape as you used to be before you moved out on your own, at least your old outfits still fit.
As you press the elevator call button, you slide your hand down into the side pocket of your leggings, pulling out a headphone case before popping it open to stick the buds into your ears. You snap the case shut just as the doors slide open, shoving the item back into your pocket as you step inside, fiddling with your phone to stream your favorite playlist from Spotify. As the low percussion of the music echoes in your eardrums, you can’t help but think back on the reasons why you haven’t been to the gym lately. 
The memory of your ex has a chill crawling up your spine as you recall the embarrassing breakup you endured at your old local gym. You used to work out there almost every day until one day he drove all the way to meet you just to end things publicly in front of all your old gym mates. You scoff at the recollection, remembering how the truth of the matter was that he was being unfaithful and chose someone else over you. You roll your eyes, deciding it was time to get back on your feet and enjoy one of your favorite stress relievers. 
As the elevator reveals the main lobby of your complex, you confidently stride down the lavish corridors through the vast amenities. You recall seeing the entrance of the gym the day you went down to the pool, following in your footsteps as you notice a glass door with gym equipment on the opposite side. You smile, tugging open the door and realizing that there was not a soul in sight, meaning you’d get to enjoy the facility in peace and quiet. 
Your apartment keys and access fobs are dangling around your wrist as you gently slide them from their place, finding a small perch beside a window to place the items alongside your water bottle. You couldn’t ask for a better setup to enjoy your first workout as a fully functional and self-sufficient adult. You grin as your playlist morphs into a more energetic beat, causing your lips to tug into a smile as you locate a large padded area for stretching off to the side. “Perfect.” You hum as you slowly make your way over, swinging your arms out to the side to begin stretching. 
Once you’ve arrived at the mat, you gently spread your feet apart before lowering yourself into a lunge position. You can feel the dull ache behind your legs as various muscles bend and stretch beneath your movements. You carefully turn your hips out so that you're in a side lunge before bending forward to touch the ground, elongating your legs as you stretch the back of your hamstrings. Just as you complete the stretch, you hear a door open, alongside a loud whistle behind you over the soft music playing in your ears.
“Damn, princess.”  You freeze, dropping your waist down so that you’re squatting like a frog as you hear Jungkook’s voice from behind you. You close your eyes for a moment, wishing that you were just hearing things and that Jungkook was just a figment of your imagination. You pull out one of your earbuds, glancing back in his direction over your shoulder. “What a view.” He comments brazenly in reference to your ass being perked up in the air. 
You huff in disbelief, rotating your body till you find yourself sitting on the floor to conceal any view he may have of your plump backside. “Did I ever mention that you’re a pig?” You groan, which only seems to tug a smile onto his lips as he shrugs his shoulders. 
“Once or twice.” He grins as he turns your eyes to find him towering over you. You notice a loose muscle shirt that drapes over his frame deliciously, exposing the entirety of his tattooed sleeve. His body is glistening with sweat, a clear indication that he’s already been here working out before you arrived. Your eyes scan the gym, noticing a vastly different gym bag from the one you were accustomed to being tucked away in the corner of the facility. 
“I didn’t know anyone was here.” You admit shyly, knowing you would have never begun to stretch if you would have known he’d be walking out from the locker rooms and sauna otherwise. “I didn’t smell your gym bag.” You can’t help but chuckle as you recall placing a piece of fish into it. While it might have been an incredibly childish gesture on your part, it also brought you a stupid amount of joy. 
Jungkook chuckles darkly as he moves around you, turning his attention to a power tower tucked back in the corner where his bag was. “Had to get a new one.” His tone is not as amused by that statement, offering you a glare as he presses his back against the power tower, leaning his elbows onto the padded sections before pushing up off the ground and utilizing his arm strength to hold himself up. 
You grin mischievously, glad to know that your little present for him left quite a negative impression. “Oops,” You shrug unapologetically as you tentatively stretch your legs back out into a side split as you slowly walk your torso down to press into the mat between your legs. You peer up through your lashes to find Jungkook watching your movements carefully, his gaze flicking away from yours as he starts lifting his legs up straight in front of him to work the muscles in his abdomen. 
With each rise of his legs, he lets out a soft strained groan as he skillfully repeats the motion, tucking the entirety of his bottom lip into his mouth as his jaw flexes under his motions. You feel your face flush with heat as the same explicit sounds echo through the gym, causing your body to swelter with heat. 
The flex of his muscles is visible through the fabric of his shirt as his arms strain to keep him up in place, his body continuing to crunch his abdominal muscles in half each time his legs are brought up to his waist. You glance away, trying not to be distracted by his sinfully attractive physique as you begin rolling your ankles in circles to prepare for your run on the treadmill. 
You push yourself up, making your way slowly toward the treadmill as you keep your eyes averted from Jungkook, knowing any more glances would have you drooling over his fit frame. While the man himself was annoying as can be, his flesh was definitely a feast for the eyes. 
The earbud you pulled from your ear earlier is nestled in your palm as you focus your energy on ignoring the lustful sights and sounds happening on the opposite side of the room, chewing your bottom lip gently as you drown out his grunts with the sound of your music once more. You make quick work of stepping onto the treadmill, elevating the pace until your feet are promenading at a brisk walk.
Thankfully, your music manages to help you completely forget about Jungkook working out beside you, getting lost in your concentration as you slowly continue raising the speed of the tread beneath your feet. Time seems to pass by quickly, your eyes shifting toward the display to find that you’ve already been running for roughly five minutes, a smile gracing your lips as pride seeps through your chest. You’re maintaining a decent pace, the music in your eardrums only amping your energy to keep going. 
Unfortunately, your distractions prevent you from noticing that Jungkook finished his reps as he slowly stalks towards you, admiring the way you effortlessly maintain your speed. He grins as he makes his way toward you, leaning his forearms against the front of the treadmill as his eyes bore into yours. 
You huff through your panted breaths, continuing your run without pause. “Can I help you?” You speak with irritation dripping from your lips, plucking out one of your headphones to see what he could possibly be annoying you about now. 
He leans into the machine, a look of false innocence glossing over those large doe eyes as he offers you a deceitful smile. “Just admiring.” He speaks softly, your heart skipping at the thought of Jungkook actually saying something nice for once. You simply stare at him, unsure of how to respond as his eyes glance up and down your frame, suddenly feeling suffocated under his stare. It’s exactly the type of distraction that derails your focus as he slickly moves his hand around the treadmill console, pressing his finger down on the acceleration arrow as he watches you suddenly pick up the pace to run even faster to keep up with the changes. He releases the bottom before quickly turning around to seek out an overhead bar to do some pull-ups.
“JK!” You holler, keeping up to the best of your ability before the speed becomes too much for your endurance level. You press your palms against the side rails as you push up to allow your feet the opportunity to find the sides of the machine, resting as the carpet continues zooming past your feet. Your gaze shifts down to make sure you don’t faceplant as a malicious chuckle escapes Jungkook’s lips, relishing in the small victory against you. 
You could practically see the steam seeping from your ears as you watch him pull himself up until his chin passes the bar overhead, repeating the motion as if he didn’t just sabotage your workout. You narrow your eyes at him, feeling every ounce of pettiness surface from deep within your core. Why did he have to be so fucking annoying? 
You click the stop button on the treadmill, watching the machine slow down as you pull your phone from your pocket, pausing your music. If he wanted to play dirty, you would happily reciprocate the favor. You step down from the platform, taking quick steps towards Jungkook, watching his facial features strain with each pull-up, your mind hopelessly imagining him in a more intimate setting. Get a grip, you want revenge, not a sex partner. 
“I could have gotten hurt.” You protest as Jungkook finds your gaze in the mirror, continuing his exercise despite his back being turned to you.
“But you didn’t.” He states simply through his heavy breathing, letting himself fall back down to his feet. He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning around to face you, hovering just a few inches from your face. “Don’t be dramatic, princess.” He teases, raising his eyebrows playfully as you continue to glare at him with annoyance. 
He doesn’t allow you a moment to refute, turning back around and jumping up to grab ahold of the bar, continuing his pull-ups as if you weren’t just behind him. Your face morphs with vexation as Jungkook ignores you, your irritation bubbling over as you reach forward and instinctually grab the edge of his basketball shorts. Without thinking, or hesitating for that matter, you tug down on the fabric, exposing a pair of fitting Calvin Klein boxer briefs beneath the material. 
“What the fuck?” You hear him protest as he releases the bar, stumbling back to his feet as he quickly reaches down to pull up his shorts. He quickly turns to face you. “Are you crazy?” He argues back, hurrying to cover his indecency as another resident walks past the corridor, witnessing the sight of Jungkook frantically adjusting his shorts.
You were expecting to create an embarrassing scene to get him back for his petty pranks, however, you find the view is far less embarrassing than you imagine. Your eyes drop down his chiseled waist as you notice a sizable bulge tucked behind the fabric. You feel more embarrassed than anything else as your cheeks become crimson at the sight, completely flustered by the sight of his almost naked body. “Shit.” You whisper to yourself as you follow his gaze to spot the oncoming patron, giggling softly as Jungkook’s eyes flash with anger. 
“You’re going to get me kicked out. I hope it was worth the peep show, you perv.” He snaps sharply, pressing his teeth together as his jaw clenches.
You shrug your shoulders, “Eh, there wasn’t much to see.” 
It’s as if your words infuriate him further as he lets out a breathy chuckle, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Nothing, my ass.” He practically growls before taking a few steps closer to you, strangling you beneath his stare. He narrows his eyes, fully knowing that you blatantly check him out whenever he’s moderately exposed. The sight of you in your leggings and tank top is a difficult sight to ignore, knowing it aided in his member being slightly harder than usual. He was certain you experienced quite the show. His lips soften from the tight line that invades his handsome features as he gestures to the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got a little drool right there.”
You laugh at his notion even though subconsciously you without a doubt devoured the sight of his bare thighs and deliciously carved hips. “Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoff as you cross your arms against your chest. Somehow your efforts to embarrass him ended with the attention back on you. 
“Someone’s in denial.” The cocky grin that stretches over his lips causes your blood to boil as he flicks his tongue over his piercing. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him as he simply clicks his piercing between his teeth, his smug demeanor sending you over the edge. He turns around to make his way toward the bench press, sitting down to continue his workout. 
You stomp your foot in frustration as you turn around to collect your belongings from the window ledge. This was absurd. You couldn’t even get back at him without him turning things back on you. You let out a groan at the realization that there is now no way you can finish your workout without having to continue putting up with Jungkook. “Whatever.”
You don’t offer him the satisfaction of another glare, quickly making your way out of the gym and escaping to the elevators. The walk down the corridor as you visualize Jungkook more than you care to admit as you bring your water bottle up to your lips to suck out the cool liquid. It’s not long until you find the elevator lobby, pressing the call light quickly, desperate to return to your apartment. 
Once you find yourself alone, secured in the confinement of the elevator, you lean back against the wall as you fan yourself with your hand to try and distract yourself from the events that just unfolded. Jungkook was proving to be a problem in more ways than one. 
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I’ve wanted to do a fic like this for some time now, a ‘thank you’ letter to PAFL and its community of sorts. I’m happy I finally got around to writing it:) 
I wasn’t sure whether I should do this or not, but, hey! It might make someone feel a bit better!! Or, reading the fic will. That’s enough reason, I think, and you don’t have to read this, of course, no matter who you are.
First of all, I want to talk about PAFL a bit.
The first PAFL song I listened to was PiP. I saw its thumbnail when listening to some other music youtube, and so, I listened to it. Oh boy am I glad I did:) I remember thinking how cool it is that someone's making songs for their OCs and that people are interested in them. I could see so much love for the characters in it. I was so happy when I discovered there were more songs like that!! This was around when Comfort Zone had first come out, a week or two after at most. That was two years ago. I’ve been obsessed ever since.
I love PAFL. I genuinely love that songs haven’t been coming out much lately. Like, there’s media that comes out weekly and sucks shit. I’m glad Ferry is taking their time with this!!! Even if all we get each year is one song, that’s cool, because the community is wonderful and we also get doodles and art and now patreon stuff.. yippee yay… !!! And even if we didn’t. who the fuck caressss!!!!! I love coming up with AUs and OCs and theorizing with my friends!!! the time between songs gives us time to do all that:)
The characters are so charming. Every member of the cast has been a fave of mine at some point or another. They’re all so, real! I love them! I love how they fuck up and I love how they get fucked over and I love how they get exploded and killed and shot and hugged and saved and helped!!! They’re human… might not make sense, but i rlly do like them…
It’s so neat looking back at older songs and seeing how stuff’s changed. The art style, the music, it’s all so nice to look back on. Even if I wasn’t there for it.
And don’t even get me started on the worldbuilding..  Everyone say thank you to Boris Strugackij and Arkadij Strugackij for making roadside picnic and inspiring Ferry to make this… so lovely and neat. wonderful. I have not read it myself, but I might, just to be able to make my own pafl OCs more swagger..
So. This fic.
I can’t mention two years ago without at least mentioning my depression.
I can’t remember most of last year, speaking truthfully. Parts of 2021 are also fuzzy. Depression and anxiety are terrible, would not recommend. This feels cheesy to say, but it does get better!!! Slowly, unsteadily, it gets better!!! I don’t mean for this part of the post to be a ‘feel bad for me’ thing at all. Do not. I am safe and healthy now and I couldn’t be happier to be here right now.
Is life good now?? Sorta, but what matters to me right now is, I’m happy!!! It feels so surreal. I never thought I’d be like this. A part of me wants to be angry, to get depressed again about how I could have been happy all this time. But I won’t!!! Because then I’d spiral and forget another year, and, I don’t want that!
Which is so cool!!! I can like, fucking, do stuff now!! I can throw away the bad thoughts, embrace the good ones, encourage myself!!! I do things!!! I go outside and goddd dude that’s so good!! I go outside!!!
I’m doing stuff! I’m drawing, writing, cleaning my room, taking care of myself!!! If I didn’t stay alive to enjoy these small joys, what am I even here for?? 
And I’m alive!!! I’m here!!! I made it, I’m here, writing this on 10th november, 2023, and I’m ALIVE!!!! How cool is that??? 
And yea, the world is shitty, it sucks ass, but, my friends don’t!!!:3 and that’s more than enough for me… SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIENDS!!! I LOVE YOU DUDES!!!
Moving on:
It doesn’t feel right to say that I’m here now only to PAFL. But, what I can say is that it’s been a wonderful crutch for me!! It’s been something to focus on, something silly, but also something I can relate to, and something that inspires me to make my own stuff! I’d most likely still be here, were it not for these silly songs.. but, not sure I’d be as alive as I am now! Unsure if my heart would feel right in my chest! And I wouldn’t have met my amazing friends!!!! Everyone here is so nice.
Dima may be a bit OOC in this fic, and that's because! This fic is based on my own experiences, which, i don’t think is bad…
I could talk here forever about how it gets better. Butttt to be quite honest I don’t wanna lol. I just wanna say, Thank you! to Parties are for Losers, for being cool. 
(Though I also wanna say, don’t put Ferry on a pedestal, they’re human, we all make mistakes, all that stuff.)
Ok time to go back to my manly Sergei ways and never talk about emotions ever again. or as anya would say: FUCK IT WE BALL!!!!!
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So I know this post is pretty overdue and a bit superfluous by this point maybe, but since I am now back home and finally have time to sit down and write down my thoughts about the last few days, I thought I'd still do a recap post of my experience of the Dublin shows (and a bit about my trip to Dublin in general). Just for anyone who might be interested or even just for me to remember everything by!
Having said that though, I don’t actually know how to even begin putting into words what this trip meant to me 🥺 I’ve said this before, but after seeing them in June and thinking that was it for the foreseeable future, getting to see them again so soon, twice, and it being the very last two shows of the tour as well, felt like an incredible opportunity and huge gift and I could not be more grateful for it ❤️
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Recap of Dublin shows 3 & 4 and some more pics below the cut!
I flew in from Amsterdam on Tuesday morning with a Dutch friend, and we met up with another friend of mine who flew in from London at the same time (my London friend went with me to Tuesday's gig, and my Amsterdam friend to Thursday's gig)
London friend and I then headed to the 3Arena to queue up outside and it was fucking freezing lmao. But we played ‘guess the Arctic Monkeys song from the intro’ and had a chance to catch up so all in all it wasn’t too bad, and it’s always so much fun being surrounded by fellow arctic monkeys fans who love them enough to queue up for hours in the cold <3
Once we were inside, we legged it to the stage and then spent another two hours trying to defend our (pretty good, very central) spots and trying not to think about the fact that we had to pee, as you do. We happened to be standing next to a group of Dutch speaking girls, and it turned out one of them had also met Miles in Amsterdam recently, at the same signing I’d been at! Such a small world. But they were really lovely so the two hours flew past, and then it was Miles time!!!!! 🥰
And my god, he literally blew everyone away, he was just insanely good as always. My friend was not really a Miles fan before the gig, and then while he was playing, she kept going “holy shit minnie he’s so good??” and I was like “TOLD YOU”, so now she’s a big fan as well, which is honestly very satisfying 😌 There were so many amazing moments during his set, but the one that stayed with me most I’ve already talked about in this post. It was honestly just…. very intense and really hard to explain in a non-shippy way? Even my non-shipper friend was like… hmm ok yes, that seems very significant 🤔
But anyway, Miles rocked the house, and then it was only a short wait until the main show. And while most of it is a blur because I just lose my mind when I see my boys play, I did make sure to really absorb some special moments and things I really wanted to remember. Being able to clearly see Alex’s intense, goofy and beautiful facial expressions, his HANDS, the cute little interactions he had with the rest of the band (giggles with Matt and smiley asides with Jamie and Nick), the moment where Alex made grabby hands at the plushie and then laughed some more when he couldn’t have it, Jamie being an absolute rockstar as always, Nick looking like a total snack (my friend has a giant crush on Nick, understandably so), Matt being a literal drum god (I love seeing him play SO much). Just... incredible 🙌🏻💘
I really wasn’t expecting Miles to join them during that show, so when Alex gave him a shoutout I knew it was just that, but my friend didn’t, so she started hitting me like “he’s coming back!” and I was like “no he’s not”, and he wasn’t unfortunately lmao. The Dutch and Belgian girls next to me were extremely disappointed (they were Milex shippers as well, of course), but I know at least one of them was there on Thursday as well so I love that for her. Other memorable moments were Alex singing the “remember when you used to be a rascal” line followed by “do you remember? I remember” after which I yelled at my friend “Miles used to be a rascal!!!” and then later I found out Miles was actually on that side of the stage 😭😭 Even though I didn’t find out about that until later, I definitely noticed that Alex kept gesturing towards that side of the stage (the Star Treatment intermezzo was wild, I was like, “WHO is he pointing at for the dolls like you and me thing??” And then it turned out to be Miles 🫠
Another thing I noticed was that the average age of the crowd was way lower than I’m used to it being, which my friend explained may have something to do with tiktok? Lmao idk, hut the the standing crowd did mostly consist of younger, shorter girls for some reason lol, so there wasn’t as much jumping as I’d have liked there to be. My friend and I just went for it regardless, even if we were some of the only people going crazy. But you just have to, you know what I mean? Anyway, it was such an incredible show and after it ended, we were just on cloud nine, singing Fluorescent Adolescent with everyone on the Luas going back to town, which is always just such a blast. And then we ended up in Temple Bar where there was more live music as well as about 500 other Arctic Monkeys fans, so that was great fun too 💫
The next day, the three of us went to a tattoo shop where I’d booked an appointment and I got my tattoo which I am EXTREMELY happy with. The tattoo artist was a girl from Brazil and when she asked me about the meaning of my tattoo (I’ll post a pic later) I told her it was an Arctic Monkeys song and the just yelled across the shop to a few other artists and it turned out they’d been at the concert too, so we all geeked out about them while I got my tattoo done lmao, so much fun 😂
Then my London friend unfortunately had to fly back home later that day, so my Amsterdam friend and I ended up in the pub again because that’s what we do. It was just a very average pub with two very average men playing amazing folk music, and when we walked in, I was like “huh that guy looks like Zackery Michael, that’s funny.” And then later I was stood next to him at the bar and heard he was American, so I was like hmmm, and decided to just ask him if he was in fact Zackery Michael. He was like “that is me!” lol (thank god, would’ve been embarrassing if it hadn’t been) so we had a little chat about the fact that we were both in town for Arctic Monkeys but in slightly different capacities lol, and he was just super nice and was happy to take a photo with me, and then I let him get back to his conversation with the three extremely pretty girls he was with 😅
Anyways, so then on Thursday after breakfast we bought some souvenirs and I bought some great Arctic Monkeys mini posters and some other stuff at this lovely little comic book/record store which was playing Humbug, the owner of which told us he also went to see Arctic Monkeys on Tuesday and loved them, so that was another amazing chance meeting 💜 And then it was after 12pm so it was time for whiskey, and then the meeting with the fellow TLSP/Arctic Monkeys/Miles Kane fan bartender happened which I posted about here, which was so lovely and also secretly made me want to believe it was a sign for the show that night 🙈
But I still couldn’t let myself hope or believe TOO much, so I just kept telling my friend “they’re not going to do it and that’s okay” and she was like “sure, whatever you say” 😂 We had seated tickets for this gig, so we were unfortunately much further away than I had been on Tuesday. And also I just don’t like being seated at concerts, let alone an Arctic Monkeys one, but to be honest, the seats were pretty good. Miles once again gave his absolute all and converted not just my Dutch friend as well, but also a lot of the people around us who we overheard saying things like “did you know he was this good??” and checking Miles’s Wikipedia page, which was great to see. And from up on the balcony we could clearly see that the people in the crowd were really singing along and having an amazing time during Miles’s set (COTT was extremely emotional, all the lights were so lovely ✨️) and I just felt so proud of him and happy for him that it was such a roaring success 🥹💖
The roaring success continued for Arctic Monkeys of course, although it was really weird to see so many people go mental for Snap Out Of It and Arabella etc. 😅 But yeah, the people do love AM it seems, which is why the first part of the setlist was pretty much the same as it had been on Tuesday. Hello You was amazing though!! And then after There’d Better Be a Mirrorball, I knew that it was 505 time, and Alex did say ‘Let’s hear it for Miles Kane’. But because it was the same thing he’d said before, I was still convinced Miles wouldn’t come on. AND THEN HE DID 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I absolutely lost my shit, not even kidding. I just started screaming and threw my phone at my poor friend being like “FILM IT” which she did, bless her heart, and uhhh, yeah then I cried throughout the whole performance 😭 And then at the end, the lights went out and I saw their shadows (our shadow puppets <3) coming together so I was like did they hug??? And then I only found out later that evening when I checked tumblr that they in fact did hug and then my night was just completely made (lol, I say my night but I mean my life, obviously)
Do I Wanna Know was a total blur after that of course, but I was back for Body Paint which was absolutely incredible as always. And then they did Big Ideas as the encore and uuhhh yeah I sobbed 🙃 It was SO beautiful, and so special hearing it live with the strings, and SO fucking sad. And then once RU Mine? finished and the lights stayed off, I was like aaahhh we’re getting one more!! And then OF COURSE it was Perfect Sense because Alex is a dramatic bastard, and of course I cried some more. It was stunning and extremely emotional 💔
So then my friend and I went to drown my sorrows (and elation about the Milex reunion) in the pub and we actually had a great time with some fellow AM fans and live music again. I swear it was like all of Dublin was just there for Arctic Monkeys. Unfortunately, we were not in the pub where the boys apparently went ugh, but still, it was fun. And yesterday morning I woke up with a killer hangover so I swore I would not drink anymore, but it was raining so much, so we did end up in the pub again where we got talking to some really cool Irish guys who (surprise) also loved Arctic Monkeys, and they insisted on buying us drinks so obviously I couldn’t decline. So we just sat and drank with them until we had to catch our flight, and of course by that time I was tipsy and maudlin and the weather wasn’t helping so I cried all the way to the airport (especially since we passed the arena again) and then I cried some more in the airport like the drama queen I am 🥲
It’s just that I’m so sad it’s over, and so scared and worried about the future of the band, with how much this felt like a goodbye 😔 But I’m just going to assume that it’s just goodbye for now, and that they’ll take a well-deserved break, maybe do their own things for a while, and that in a few years’ time they’ll get back to making music together again. I really do think they have so much fun doing what they do together, and they’re basically like family, and Alex wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he couldn’t make music, so surely they’ll be back eventually. But please, just don’t be too long boys 🥺🙏🏻❤️
All in all, though, what has stayed with me most from this trip is a sense of gratefulness that I was lucky enough to experience all this, my 8th and 9th Arctic Monkeys gigs to date, the last dates of the tour, the Milex reunion (!!!!!!!) and to get to share it with two of my best friends in the world, a whole bunch of arctic monkeys loving strangers who I randomly met, and all of you guys I’ve met on here these past few months. The sense of connection and community I’ve found through this band means so much to me, more than I can say, actually, and I’m so grateful to them for that, in addition to the music they’ve given us. And although the tour is over, I am honestly looking forward to sharing the love we have for them with you all for a long time to come and for now, I am so excited about getting back to writing my silly little Milex stories (and insanely happy they finally gave us that little reunion we hope for, so that I’m still excited and hopeful about their relationship rather than heartbroken and resigned, which is what I probably would’ve been if they hadn’t performed together. So thank you for that, boys 💘)
So yes. Very, VERY long story short: Arctic Monkeys is and always will be my favourite band in the world, they ended the tour on an absolute high (and with Miles!) and this was an experience I will never, ever forget ❤️
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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update show: playoffs edition! tonight, in game three of round two against the c*nes, my soulmate, jacky boy, got into a “not a fight” tonight against aho and landed his special lil’ butt in the sin bin!
i am absolutely devastated that i wasn’t there to witness it (thanks q*intin), but you know damn well that video has been on repeat! i’m so proud of you for winning! all those fights you and quinn got into when we were kids really paid off! you two fight the exact same!
jacky boy, i am so unbelievably proud of you. you scored two goals and got two assists, one of those you share with luke. that’s a four point night! you blow my mind every day, middle hughesy<3
i love you with my whole butt <3
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jackhughes i love you with my whole butt, too, soulmate, but why is marino the second pic? his face is seen before mine?
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_quinnhughes @/yourusername pulled a quinn?
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_quinnhughes me too
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_quinnhughes you volunteered to take care of me and fought with jack when he said i’d be fine
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_quinnhughes @/jackhughes i think?
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edwards.73 that’s my dad!
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jackhughes i do what i must do to bring honor to this family🫡
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_alexturcotte atta boy! proud of you, mr. 5’11!
jackhughes i’m not sure whether to say thank you or not
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_alexturcotte @/yourusername i love you, too?
yourusername @_alexturcotte atta boy!
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