#and i'm so sorry i've just had so much vodka tonight

[hangmans-girl]

One Admiral's Daughter (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Summary: Of all the people in the bar, Bradley's eyes decided to set themselves on a forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Light cursing, sexual innuendos (but nothing happens really), fluff, sexual tension

Words: 4,107

Author's Note: I whipped this out of my brain the last minute because I thought that it has been months since I wrote and this has been in my drafts for as long as I can remember. I hope you like it :')

Damn, it's bitter. You thought as the warm remains of the vodka scratched your throat. You shoved the glass away from you as you stared at it with so much hate.

"What did the glass do, dear?" Penny asks as she places a cold glass of beer in front of you. You groaned as you leaned away from the counter.

"I'm bored, Pen. Why can't I just work for you?"

Penny smiles, "You know I can't hire you, that's an order from your Dad."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your dad always loved to ruin everything for you. You never know how he always knew what you were doing despite him being really busy with his work. Sometimes, you'd even think he had been sending someone to spy on you when he was not around. "Fine, I guess I'll just sit here and try not to go mad with boredom."

Penny ruffled your hair as she chuckles. "Silly, why don't you just go to your office or the base to kill your time?"

You shook your head. "First, office hours are 'till 1 pm only, and second, Dad's office is too quiet for me. The Hard Deck is literally the only place that's keeping me sane, Pen."

"Well, what about you go dancing now since it's almost 7pm and customers are already flooding in? Maybe you could get yourself a dance partner or something."

You grimaced. "No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and keep myself company."

"See? You won't even lift your butt out of that chair," She shakes her head, "I'll go take some orders now. Ring me up when you need more." She adds as she tapped the side of your beer mug.

You smiled at Penny before drinking from your beer again. It's going to be a long night.

"Hey, Rooster. Check her out," Payback elbows Rooster on the stomach as Rooster looks at where he was pointing.

"I love me a woman in red." Payback adds as he continues to look respectfully at the girl on a red sundress by the bar counter.

Rooster shrugged. "What about it?"

"What do you mean what about it, man? She's hot."

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen her face." Rooster punches his friend's chest lightly before looking in the girl's direction again. This time, the girl was already facing their direction, talking to a stranger with a beautiful smile on display.

Rooster forgot to breathe for a second. "What about now?" Payback asks Rooster as if he'd sensed his friend's sudden change of heart.

"You wanna know what I think?"Rooster asks, eyes still on the girl, "Hold my beer." He shoves his beer mug onto Payback's chest as he made his way to the stage.

"Oh, come on, man! I don't like where this is going." Payback groans as he saw Rooster grab a microphone.

Rooster then made his way to the jukebox to type in a song. "Trust me, Payback, " He says as the song starts, tapping Payback's chest before making his way toward his target. "This is how you get a girl."

As you drank your second beer of the night, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. "Excuse me, miss," You turned to see who it was and saw an unfamiliar man with a mustache who had a Hawaiian shirt on with a white tank top underneath.

Your brows furrowed in confusion when another man shoved him aside. "I'm sorry, miss. He's just drunk--" His words got cut off when the mustached-man shoved him aside as well.

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright," He sings, stepping much closer to you. You chuckled, looking around as you saw people gather around your space to watch him sing.

"I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance, They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance, and I have never seen that dress you're wearing or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes, I have been blind;" He continues, as he points at you accompanied with his dramatic gestures as he sang.

You continued watching him sing since he had a wonderful voice to begin with and people started to sing with him. He then grabs a rose from a bouquet he saw at a random table, handing them to you before he concluded his song.

You gladly accepted the rose from him as he smiled in victory, mindlessly handing the microphone to his friend from earlier. "You've got a nice voice, do you sing like that to every woman you see?"

Rooster chuckles as he pulls a seat for himself. "Just the pretty ones."

"Well, how many were they?"

"Just one."

"Oh, so that makes me the second one?"

"No, the first one. I've never actually done this before," He laughs, grabbing a beer from the counter as he drank on it. "Y'know, It's crazy how I went through that just to get your name." He adds, making you giggle in response.

"You could've just asked," You shrugged, extending your hand toward him. "I'm (Y/N) Simpson."

You saw him wince at your response. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's just...I've never thought of the chances of me dealing with another Simpson for today, you know?"

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Oh, you could tell me about it."

"Over beer?" He asks as he places an empty bottle on the counter. You grabbed him another cold one and placed it right in front of him. "Yup, over beer."

He muttered a small thanks as he drank before speaking. "Well, we have this superior officer at work who can be insufferable at times. Last time, he made us train 'till the wee hours of the night and uhm...I'd love to tell you more, but I think I've stressed out how much of a jerk he can be sometimes."

You leaned back against your chair and shook your head. "That sucks, like what are they? a god or something?"

"Of the Navy I suppose, he's an Admiral." He replies, making everything make sense to you.

"So, I take it that you're from the Navy." He nods. "So, you're a pilot?" You asked as he nods again, making you smile mischievously. You realized that he was actually talking about your Dad so you decided to get the whole gossip from him without him suspecting anything.

"You know what? Tell me more about this Admiral Simpson. Get it out of your chest." You encouraged him as you leaned closer to listen more carefully. He didn't seem to realize what you were doing so he continued to speak ill about your Dad the whole night.

There were times that you agreed with what he said since your dad was a bit annoying, and there were times that you'd laugh at their experiences during their training. Overall, the night became less boring when Bradley stepped in.

"So, this is it, huh? When can I see you again?" He asks as he leans his arm beside your waist, his height towering over your seated figure.

You tilted your head as you smiled at him. "I think we'll be seeing each other more often, Bradley. You can count on it." You winked at him before pushing him away gently by his chest, leaving the bar and leaving him wanting more.

The next day, you decided to spend the rest of your day at your dad's office since you just got off of work and The Hard Deck was still closed. "You could've just stayed home, (Y/N)." Your dad says as he busies himself with his paperwork.

You sat on his guest couch as you reached for the hidden stash of fashion magazines underneath his wooden center table. "It's too boring at home, dad. I promise to be on my best behavior here." You replied as you flipped the colorful pages of the magazines.

"You better be." He adds before he calls his assistant. "Yes, sir?"

"Call Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Seresin to my office."

The assistant then leaves as you looked at your dad. "Are they gonna be here for long, dad?"

He looks up at you for a brief second before he flips the pages of his paperwork. "No, I just have to tell them something. I don't want to hear any word from you over there, am I clear?"

You rolled your eyes as you grinned wickedly, giving your dad a small salute. "Yes, sir."

As you scanned the pages of your magazine, you found an interesting read about bags, practically hiding half of your face with your magazine. You heard the door open as you saw two large figures enter the room through your peripheral vision.

"Well, gentlemen. I just want to tell you that you have done a good job on this mission," You heard your dad say as you continued to read, not minding their praise stories about some mission.

"And of course, there will be another special training detachment that both of you and the rest of the Dagger Team will execute. It will take place 3 weeks from now and I'll have Maverick relay the rest of the details of this mission. For now, I want both of you to lead the team in exercises."

"Yes, sir!" They replied in unison, making you look up at them in irritation.

Your irritation suddenly turned into fascination as you saw who it was. Bradley. He was standing upright and proper in front of your father on his flight suit. You grinned as you closed the magazine you were reading, propping your head on your hand as you crossed your legs in the process.

Oh, how you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he notices you. As your father dismissed them, they turned in your direction to head to the door and Bradley stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

You swiftly glanced at your dad who was currently busy signing his paperwork before turning your eyes toward him again as you waved at him and gave him a smile. A flash of realization washed over him as he walked out of the office with heavy footsteps.

Bradley looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked away from the Admiral's office. "Hey, Bradshaw. What's wrong with you?" Hangman asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering, Bradley only shakes his head before he continues to walk away from Hangman. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe that he was talking shit about the Admiral to the person who turned out to be his superior officer's daughter.

He mentally punched himself as he headed to the ready room before slumping himself on the couch to sulk the whole afternoon. The last thing he wanted was to ruin his career by dallying with an Admiral's daughter.

You, on the other hand, asked permission from your Dad to go out and get some fresh air. You actually just wanted to roam the corridors and explore the whole base without your dad appointing someone to chaperone you all throughout your exploration.

You still grinned at Bradley's reaction when he saw you at your dad's office. Where could he be right now? You thought, peeking at every room you passed by, hoping to see him at least.

You saw a room in the corner with a half-opened door. You headed straight to it before peeking inside. Your lips curled up in a smile as you quietly pushed the door open upon realizing who was in the room.

"So, Lieutenant Bradshaw, huh?" You spoke as you closed the door behind you, making him get up from the couch as he looks at you in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

You placed a hand on your chest and acted as if you were offended by his question. "What am I doing here? Am I not allowed to visit a friend?" With your emphasis on friend, he cleared his throat before he stood from the couch.

"Look, last night was a mistake. I didn't mean all of that." He stutters as you make your way toward him slowly with your arms crossed on your chest.

"Even the part that you found me pretty?"You whined, making him sigh in return as you giggled at his reaction. "We both know that it wasn't a mistake, but don't worry. I won't tell on you," You added as you took some steps back to lean on the door to block the exit.

"Good. Because that won't happen again." He says as he walks in your direction. You stood your ground on the door as you continued to stare at his towering figure.

"You're leaving? So soon?" You knitted your eyebrows together as you looked up at him with an innocent doe-eyed look.

Bradley sighs in frustration as he ran his hand through his hair. "Please move away from the door, miss." He says, making you pout at the sudden honorifics.

You sighed as you trailed your hand up his chest, tracing your fingers on the patches of his fight suit as he looked at you with dark, brooding eyes. "Why don't you make me, Lieutenant?"

He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw before grabbing your wandering hand on his chest. "It's best if you leave me alone, miss. It would be better for the both of us." He says before pushing you gently aside as he hurriedly exits the room.

It has been like that for months. Bradley ignoring you and you trying to get his attention. You would even show up in your dad's office in a sundress on a daily basis, the ones that your dad had claimed "had a shortage of fabric", but you didn't care. The moment Bradley saw you on it, you knew how it affected him since he couldn't take his eyes off you when you roamed around the base.

It was starting to frustrate you when you couldn't get him to look at you or even talk to you. Sometimes, you'd even follow him around just to coax a reaction from him or get him to talk, but he always acted like you weren't there.

One day, you've decided that you've had enough of his indifference and devised a plan to corner him.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, Admiral's office, now." Bradley heard the assistant say as he leaves the ready room to head to the Admiral's office. When he arrived, the door was wide open, and he proceeded to enter the room.

He sat on the chair in front of the Admiral's table. The Admiral wasn't there or in any corner of his office. His brows knitted in confusion before he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned back and saw you walking towards him with a sultry smile.

"The Admiral's not here. He's on sick leave, but I promised to take care of things that I can handle." You said, moving your dad's name plaque to the side before hopping to sit on the table as you crossed your legs, revealing an ample amount of skin in Bradley's view.

"Why did you call me here? Do you have any idea what you're doing?"He stands as he glanced at the door as if he was afraid of someone walking in on both of you.

"Relax, I locked it." You giggled. "Besides, what do you think I'm doing? I called you here to ask you about something," You tilted your head at him. "Unless you thought---" Bradley quickly cut your words off with his.

"I wasn't thinking that!" He retorted almost too quickly.

You sighed before waving your hand in front of his face to dismiss the unruly topic. "Enough of that. Why have you been ignoring me, Bradley? I've been talking to you for months now but you're always acting like I'm not there."

"I'm not obligated to talk to you, miss." He replies curtly, making you gasp.

"After all we've been through--"

"We've been through nothing, okay? Because we were never friends nor lovers. I don't know what you've planted in your mind to make you even think that we had something." He said. You hopped off the table as you took a step closer to him.

"You know what? You're such a jerk." You spat before leaving the room in a haste, heading home to drown yourself in tears and in vodka.

Bradley stood there as he composed himself, internally applauding himself for holding himself back and mentally punching himself for saying those things to you.

These past few months, Bradley had been trying to avoid you since he didn't want to spark an issue that he was interested in an Admiral's daughter. Even with your advances towards him, he was holding on to his patience for dear life not to drag you inside of a room and ravish you.

He just couldn't, he can't risk his career for this. Knowing Admiral Simpson's character, he personally wouldn't let it slide if he found out about Bradley's feelings for his daughter. Keeping that in mind gave him somewhat of a reason not to even touch a single strand of your hair.

Two weeks passed and Bradley's mind was a mess. You stopped coming over to your Dad's office and you weren't at the bar, too. He started to wonder where you might be. His wonders managed to get in the way of his training as well and it caught Maverick's attention.

He approached Bradley who was sitting on the couch with his head on both of his palms. "Hey, Brad. Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Maverick sits beside him as he places his hand on Bradley's back.

"I'm fine, Mav. Don't worry about it." He says, running both of his hands through his hair before burying his face in his palms again.

"I wouldn't be asking if you are. You've been distracted during training for a while now. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Bradley sighs. "I...I kind of got involved with someone."

Maverick's eyes widened. "You got someone pregnant?"

"No, I didn't. God, Mav." Bradley groans as Maverick sighs in relief. "Oh, thank god. Then who did you got involved with?"

"(Y/N)."

"Well, she seems to be a nice girl. What's the problem?"

"Well, the problem is, she's Admiral Simpson's daughter. I can't get involved with an Admiral's daughter."

To Bradley's surprise, Maverick burst out laughing. Bradley looked at him in confusion. "You know, you might not be my son, but you sure take after me, too."

"What does that mean?"

Maverick calms himself before speaking. "Well, back in my prime, I was involved with an Admiral's daughter, too. It didn't get me in any sort of trouble like what you currently have in mind, but it did appear on my record."

"Your point is?"

Maverick taps Bradley's shoulder. "The point is, you might be worrying for nothing. It's not like you have plans on hurting the Admiral's daughter, right?"

Bradley shakes his head in response. "I don't, but it can hurt my career, Mav."

"Well then, you pick. Pursue the girl with clean intentions and be happy with her or be a mess like this forever and be the one to hurt your career because you wouldn't be able to think straight anymore."

"Are you saying I should risk it?"

"Well, if you're fine with waiting for 30 years to take her dad out of the picture, then don't risk it."

Bradley chuckles. "30 years? Who the hell waits that long, Mav?"

Maverick shrugged. "I did." Bradley leans back in surprise. "You know who the Admiral's daughter is?"

"No way.."

"That's right, It's Penny Benjamin." Maverick smiles to himself as he looks at Bradley.

"There's no way I'm going to wait that long, Mav." Bradley stands from his seat as Maverick did, too. "Go for it, son." He tapped Bradley's shoulder before Bradley ran out of the ready room, thinking about the places you might be at the moment.

Good thing he knew just where to look.

You brushed your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Was I not attractive enough? You thought. You didn't really know what to think at the moment. You did everything in your power to get him, but he didn't want to.

You sighed as you rolled your eyes and thought that it was his loss anyway. While you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a loud thump on your balcony as you were brushing your hair.

You quickly grabbed something random from your dresser as you stood up, making your way toward the curtained balcony. You gasped in horror when a tall, broad, hooded man pushed the curtains aside and made himself known before you.

You threw the thing you were holding toward him, which turned out to be a wooden hairbrush, that hit him on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The mysterious man winced in pain.

Your brows creased in confusion. That voice, it's familiar.

"W-Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?!"You asked, grabbing your unplugged hair straightener as you pointed it at him. The man pushed his hoodie back and revealed who he was.

It was Bradley.

However, since you were still furious with him, you threw the thing you were holding at him anyway. This time, he was able to dodge it as he looked at you with a baffled expression. "What the hell are you doing in my room and how did you even get past the guards?"

Bradley shrugged. "I have my ways," He took a step closer as he sighed. "I'm here to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you---"

"Okay, I didn't mean it, okay? I didn't mean all of it. I just...I was scared that maybe you're just flirting with me and I didn't want to risk my career for nothing, but I really can't stop thinking about you. You keep messing with my head and--"

You crossed your arms, leaning beside the intercom in your room. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Bradley sighed as he pointed at the balcony. "I think I've proven myself well enough, considering the fact that I could've died down there in the hands of your guards."

"It's not my fault you snuck in like a thief," You said as you pushed yourself away from the wall, making your way toward him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" You added, trailing your hand up his chest to his nape, making him look down at you.

"Well, I..uh..I want to ask you out on a date.." He mindlessly said as he drowned himself in your eyes. God, you were beautiful. He thought.

"That was the lamest thing I've ever heard." You giggled before pulling him in for a deep kiss. He pulled you in, gripping your waist for dear life.

The kiss was passionate and all that both of you didn't notice that the door suddenly opened, revealing your dad and his fuming disposition. You immediately broke the kiss and gently pushed Bradley away as both of you composed yourselves.

"What. is. the. meaning. of. this?!"

Your eyes widened at your dad's exasperated question as you looked at Bradley. "I must've accidentally pressed the intercom button earlier."

"It's okay, I'll talk to him." He gave you a small smile before you sighed and cursed yourself.

"You, young man. Out. You're going to explain yourself in detail how and why the hell are you in my house and why on earth would you even dare touch my daughter." Bradley nodded slightly as he walked towards the door.

"Dad--"

"You stay out of this, (Y/N). I'll talk to you later." Your dad said with finality in his voice, slamming your door shut.

You sighed as you bit your lip, remembering the kiss from earlier,

What an idiot, he could've just went straight to the entrance and talked to your dad. Instead, he settled with the thought of sneaking in the Admiral's home; worse, inside the Admiral's daughter's room and was caught red-handed.

You smiled at his idiotic ways and laid in your bed, thinking about what could happen to Bradley.

Surely, he wouldn't be subjected to any torture or any sorts of punishment.

This arrangement was bound to happen anyway whichever ways he could have done it.

#bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw headcanon #rooster top gun #top gun rooster

[thebestof-alex]

The night

Summary : August said he loved you for the first time.

warning: Nothing to warn. It's just fluff

You couldn't fall asleep when you were lying on August's huge and cozy bed alone. Your boyfriend didn't come home yet. His last text message was three hours ago.

'I'll be home before midnight.'

This short message was all you got. But it was already 3, and still he didn't come home yet. The fact he didn't keep his word made you angry and he was at his friend's bachelor party made you even more furious.

'clink'

The small sound of your front door opening broke the silence of your empty house. You got out of bed walking toward the front door.

There he was. Your drunk boyfriend leaned against the wall as his eyes were half closed. Smell just like vodka.

"Good evening, love."

He said with his low baritone voice slightly smiling on his face.

"Someone had a great night. Have fun with boys?"

You told him standing your arms folded no smiling on your face.

"Yeah, it was. And at the club, Sapphire gave me a lap dance."

It made you hit the ceiling. He went to a strip club and said that proudly right in front of the like nothing wrong with that.

"Did you? If you liked her that much, why did you even come home, instead of being with her all night?"

You shouted with anger.

"What's with the attitude, love?"

His voice went lower and gave you that look of warning.

"What's wrong with my attitude? I don't know. My so-called boyfriend came home at 3 and talked about the girl who gave him a lap dance. What should I do? Just sit and smile like nothing wrong with that, Should I, August? How could you be so indifferent?"

You spat all your frustration.

"What the fuck are you doing? I already told I was going to Ethan's bachelor party. You know what guys are doing at the party, don't you? And you allowed me to go."

"Yes, but it didn't mean it was okay you ignored my feelings like that. You know what? Forget about it. You didn't even remember what happened."

You suddenly burst out crying, you did your best not to but it only got worse.

"Fuck......What do you want me to do? Do you want me to beg you to forgive me?"

His indifferent reaction made you far more frustrated, you started sobbing covering your face with your hands

He put his right hand on your left shoulder trying to hug you but you refused his touch.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I don't want to be with you for a second."

You went into the guest room slamming the door. August still leaned against the wall looking at you going far away from him.

You were lying on your left side facing the wall thinking about what just happened and what you should do after tonight. Then, the door opened and he walked into the room. He lifted the sheet and slid his body into the bed. You closed your eyes pretending to sleep.

You felt his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close to his warm and hard body. And his nose pressing on the back of your neck smelling your hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I missed you all night and the Sapphire thing was just a joke. I...I am really not good at this relationship thing. I've never loved someone like you."

He paused surprised by what he just said. And Your heart was racing too when he said the word "LOVE".

"Fuck, yeah. I love you. I love you so much."

He held you tighter saying those magical words. You instead turned around to look at him, pulled his hand toward your face, and kissed his hand gently Since you knew how much he was embarrassed.

And you could finally have a good night's sleep.

#august walker fanfiction #august walker x reader #august walker fluff

[letstevengrantsleep]

Sex - Corroded Coffin

Eddie Munson x f!bestfriend!reader

summary: you surprise Eddie at one of his concerts, but he surprises you first

word count: 1,586

warnings: swearing, angst?, mutual pining, confessions, not much to warn about really, let me know if I missed anything

a/n: I was listening to Sex by The 1975 and couldn't get it out of my head that Eddie would so write something like that about his best friend (pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 to this bc personally I'd love to write a spicy pt2 to this)

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You were late, obviously, when were you not. The venue was already packed with bodies pressed against each other, making it very difficult to manoeuvre yourself through the crowd and over to the shitty bar over the other side of the room.

It was exciting, truly, to be seeing Corroded Coffin somewhere other than the dingy little Hawkins bars that you were used to. Somewhere finally deserving of them and their talent. You couldn't be prouder of them or the fact that this was their first ever sold out show. It was also pretty exciting since you planned to surprise them backstage later on.

"Vodka soda, cheers." Someone bumps into your shoulder as you order, making you turn to be faced with a girl, thick black eyeliner and short, short skirt.

"Oh, sorry," she starts, taking in your appearance just as you're taking in hers, "oh shit, is that new merch? I've never seen that t-shirt before." You look down at your t-shirt, smiling as you look back up at her.

"No, no actually this is old. Me and the band go back a bit, I uh, we made these in my garage when they first started playing shows. We never sold any so we kept them for ourselves."

"No way, you know them?" She practically screams at you as you grab your drink.

"Since middle school, yeah. I knew Munson back when he had a buzzcut." You laugh, hitting it off with the girl. You talk back and forth for what seems like forever, slowly being encapsulated by the hazy fog making it's way through the room from both the smoke machine and from the unreasonable amount of people smoking in the room.

"So are you, like, his girlfriend then?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at you with a smirk.

"Me, no no no, just friends. Best friends. I- he's not interested." You're going to say more when you're interrupted by the dimming lights which leave the room soaked in a warm orange glow from the back-lit stage. The room erupts into loud applause as your best friends make their way onto stage, swinging guitars and drumsticks over their heads. Always so dramatic.

The concert is absolutely insane, everything you could have ever wished for them. Fans hanging on their every word, screaming the lyrics to songs that you've known since they were just scribbles on scraps of paper. It's almost too much, to see them living their dream, but you stick it out, screaming along with the crowd with, admittedly, some tears in your eyes.

"So, this next one is going to be our last song." Eddie mumbles into his mic, earning pretty enthusiastic disapproval from the crowd. "I know, I know we're fucking bummed about it too but we can't stay here all night." He pauses for a second, turning to Gareth to give him a quick nod and thumbs up. "This might make you all feel a little better, we're actually going to play you something completely new tonight to end the show. You guys are getting the real VIP treatment, yeah?" This perks the crowd up, obviously, and you feel a tap on your shoulder: the girl from earlier.

"You heard this one?" She asks, referring to the new track.

Shaking your head, you lean in so she can hear you over Eddie, "nope, I'm just as in the dark about this as you." It's exciting, knowing that this many people get to hear their new stuff, it's a far cry from sitting in Jeff's garage and hearing their demos.

The guitar kicks in and you realise this is nothing like anything they've ever done before.

And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the back of my van...

The song is good, really fucking good, and you find yourself moving along to it, watching the crowd start to pick up and dance along, loving it just as much as you.

There's only minutes before I drop you off And all we seem to do it talk about sex She's got a boyfriend anyway...

As you listen to the lyrics your heart starts sink to the pit of your stomach, and your left standing dead still, unable to move, unable to think about anything other than the implications behind what Eddie's singing about. You don't want to assume, because it could look really bad if you did, but...

Surely not, surely he can't be talking about what you think he's talking about.

Does he take care of you Or could I easily fill his shoes Do you say no...

You're starting to feel hot, not knowing what to do with yourself as you carry on listening. Last time you saw Eddie (or any of the band for that matter) was about four months ago, when you were dating Steve. He was lovely, caring, kind, but you drifted. No biggie, it happens sometimes.

And I'm not trying to stop you love But if we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck She's got a boyfriend anyway...

The sudden feeling of guilt and dread that Eddie is up there singing about how he could do a better job than Steve, god it makes your skin crawl. But maybe it wasn't about you, maybe you were being presumptuous. It doesn't help that Eddie looks so fucking good up there in his ripped jeans and cropped t-shirt. Singing with all his heart into a crowd absolutely tailor made for him.

You've got your tongue pierced anyway You in your hightops anyway You in your skinny jeans anyway...

Fuck.

Well. There's definitely no denying it now.

It's you, the song is about you.

-

The lump in your throat didn't leave when the lights went up, or when you said your goodbyes to the girl you'd spoken to all night, and it definitely didn't go away when you presented your ID and pass at the backstage entrance to go and see them.

Hovering at the "bands only" sign which shrouded you in a red light, you second guessed whether it really was a good idea to see them tonight. After all you had just heard a song dedicated to how your best friend wanted to fuck you in the back of his van (you were paraphrasing, yes, but that was the gist of it). And that wasn't even the worst part, you'd let him. It was hard to deny that you hadn't thought about it before. I mean, the lyrics did have some credibility to them.

Unfortunately the decision of whether to stay or go was made for you when the door swung open, revealing a sweaty, hot Eddie only a foot away from where you stood.

"Oh shit... you're here."

"Surprise." You say meekly, trying your best to sound lighthearted an not entirely nervous about this whole situation. You're about to speak when he starts rambling at you.

"Listen, princess, I-"

"Eddie no, don't do that-"

"No, no honestly, go and get Steve and we can-"

"Eddie-"

"I'll explain if he wants, I don't want-"

"Eddie!" That stops him right in his tracks, eyes wide as he stares, waiting for you to storm off to Steve, he presumes. "We broke up, Steve and I. It didn't, uh - we're friends." Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eye, something you avoided until now. "I came on my own. Wanted to surprise you, and the others, obviously."

"Well, fuck." He's itching to move, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah, fuck." There's a beat of silence before Eddie dares to speak again, he really didn't think he'd be doing this tonight. Having this talk with you.

"Well, either way, for obvious reasons, I'm sorry about what you heard. I was going to call you, tell you... eventually... I just-"

"Did you mean it?" You cut him off, trying to figure out whether your hope in him is misplaced.

"What?" Eddie's taken aback, for once he's fucking speechless.

"Did you mean it, the lyrics?"

There's another beat of silence before he answers.

"Every word."

It feels like your entire world is collapsing in on itself, everything you thought you knew about him now shrouded in the knowledge that Eddie fucking Munson has been down bad for you for god knows how long.

"Since when?"

"Ninth grade. You started wearing that smudged eyeliner and those big fucking boots that you could hardly walk in. I was hooked."

Nothing could have ever prepared you for this conversation. The one you convinced yourself you were never going to have. The one where you tell him you're madly in love with him.

"You didn't say anything."

"You had Harrington."

"I wanted you."

"You- wait what?"

"Surely you know, Eds. It's always been you."

He shakes his head, running his hands over his face. "Don't say that, princess don't say shit like that if you don't want me to jump on you right fucking now." It takes him a second to process the dead serious look on your face. "You mean that?"

"Every word."

The silence between you has your ears ringing, he's taking longer to respond than you'd like and it's making you nervous.

"Come back to my hotel tonight. I want to - we need to talk. We need to... fuck," he's distracted, coming forward to place his hands on either side of your face to force eye contact, "princess you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #stranger things angst #corroded coffin #eddie my beloved #rockstar eddie munson

[azucarmorena97]

Just a Friend (BTS Reactions || Hyung Line)

"Oh baby, you got what I need."- Biz Markie. Everyone loves a friends to lovers trope- let's see what happens when you guys finally acknowledge the elephant in the room <3

A/N: some mentions of dr*g @buse. Also Twilight slander.

Maknae line ||

1.) Jin

"How about this?" You turn to face yourself in the mirror, the tight black dress you'd bought earlier that day clinging to every curve on your body, "Too much?" Jin glances at you and then back down, "Looks great." His voice is noticeably flat, his face equally fallen. "Jin? What's wrong?" You ask, turning to look at him. He's silent for a moment, debating on whether or not to speak. "Did you forget we had plans tonight?" He asks. You furrow your brows, trying to remember what he's talking about. "We were gonna watch my brother's band play tonight and then hang out afterward." You slap your hand to your forehead, "Oh God. I completely forgot. I'm so sorry," You step closer to him, though he immediately recoils, "Just forget it." "Jin, come on. Don't be like that. I completely blanked- I never would've agreed to have gone out with Jimin if I'd remembered, You know that." "I said forget it." "Jin-" You reach out to grab his arm, "I get being annoyed but why are you being so cold?" You ask; he's never been this way with you. In all the years you've known each other, even in his low points, he is so gentle with you. When he looks back at you, he doesn't pull is arm out of your grasp; he just stares for a long while. "Jin, talk to me." His eyes soften, and now he looks more like the Jin you know.

"Y/n...we need to talk." "Okay," You let go of him and he straightens out his shirt, "Sit down. Please." You nod and take a seat on the edge of your bed. He goes over a few feet away and sits down on the stool that goes to your vanity. There's a long stretch of silence, as seems to be the pattern for tonight. When he finally does speak, his voice is low and steady, "I'm not sure that I can do this anymore..." "Do...what?" "This," He motions between the two of you, "I know we've been friends for a long time but I just can't..." He lets his head fall into his hands. "What? What do you mean you can't do this anymore? Because I forgot our plans this one time? I don't get why it has to be such a big deal, dude. I can just text Jimin and postpone. I don't get-" "Are you blind, Y/n?" His head shoots back up. You're dumbfounded by his question, "How is it that everyone can see it but you? How? How can you be so dense?" "See what?" You feel yourself getting more and more annoyed with his tone. "That I'm in love with you, Y/n. That's what."

Your heart feels like it stops mid-beat, and you have a difficult time processing what he's just said. "You- you what?" "You heard me," His voice is slightly hoarse, "I've loved you for years, and-" You see his eyes getting more watery, "-and if you don't feel the same way, I understand but that also means that I can't do this anymore." "Jin I- I had no idea." He laughs incredulously, "Oh really? No idea? Then tell me, Y/n- what happened at the office party this past Christmas? Hm?" You know what he's referring to, and you feel your cheeks heat up, "I don't know what you're talking about. I- I'd had a lot to drink." "I was with you all night and you had ONE vodka cranberry. You kissed me- and not like a friend. You kissed me like-" He runs his hand through his hair, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft, "like I was so much more... and then the next day, you pretended like you didn't remember. Do you know how that made me feel? But I didn't say anything. Didn't bring it up again. Just like I didn't bring it up again when you cried into my chest that night when you had that fight with your dad, or when you had me hold you all night during that rain storm- but I'm done not acknowledging this, especially when I know that you feel it too."

You look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you know what he's talking about, but to give it a name...you'd risk losing everything. This friendship has stood the test of time but this- this is something else entirely. "I don't feel like this is a wise thing for us to talk about at this point in time." "Okay, then when?" His heart is beating hard, already anticipating the worst from you. "I- I just don't want this to get ruined, you know?" You feel the tears starting to form. He nods, "Well, alright then." He stands up and walks over to get his jacket from right next to you on the bed. "Jin, please don't go." The brokenness in your voice gives him pause as he's about to turn the knob on your bedroom door, though when he looks back at you, you see a look of pained finality on his face, "See you around..." And with that, he's out the door, leaving you stuck in place, completely unable to even chase after him.

2.) Suga

You let your head fall back, causing for the sweat to drip from the sides of your face rather than forward into your eyes, "Just gimme a few minutes, I'll be ready to beat you again," You say, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. "Oh please, those were lucky shots," He laughs. You simply shake your head, a smile forming at the corners of your mouth. The gym is completely empty; different from how it usually is. You quite like the silence, save for the occasional basketball dribbles from Yoongi. It's so nice, you even close your eyes to take in the uncharacteristic calm.

He goes over to where you're sitting on the ground and settles down on the bleachers right behind you. "Hey, Y/n...let me run something by you real quick," He says, breaking the silence. "Mm?" You grunt, not even bothering to open yours eyes. "You know Jin, right? My friend from the gym?" "Mhm?" "He has this like...enormous crush on his like, best friend from childhood-" "Oh, are you about to spill some tea?" You ask, eyes shooting open as you turn to look at him, your smile getting bigger, "Has he told her?" He blinks a few times and then quickly looks down, "Uh- no- I- I don't know. That's why I was bringing it up." "Psh. What's there to bring up then? You know I hate incomplete gossip." "Well, he- he asked me to ask you what he should do..." He looks back at you, eyes abnormally wide and doe-like. "About...his crush on his best friend?" You're a bit confused as to why Jin would want to know your opinion, seeing as how you've only met the guy a handful of times. "Yeah, about his friend."

You go quiet for a bit, mulling over the situation, considering all the possible outcomes- very Dr.Strange. "I...I don't know. On the one hand, they've been friends for kind of a long time by now and if he tells her how he feels and she doesn't love him back, it could not only damage his ego but even break apart their friendship. Scenario number two would be that he tells her, she feels the same, but then it doesn't work out in the end and we're back to scenario one..." Yoongi goes back to looking down, his eyes seemingly low and his expression crestfallen, though you assume it's just him being overly invested in Jin's love life as he tends to be, even with yours. "Although, there is the possible third scenario...one where he tells her and maybe she feels the same way and they try it and it's even more beautiful than they imagined, you know? Like maybe it was what they should've done all along and the timing was overdo- or maybe...the timing is just now completely perfect..." You look over at him, shrugging your shoulders, "I don't know though." "I love you."

You stare at him for a long time before it clicks, your heart feeling confused and simultaneously...something else. "You...love me? What do you mean?" "I mean..." He trails off, standing up from his spot and then turning his back to you. You can tell his mind is racing- and so is yours. Finally, he turns back around to face you; his eyes are fixed on you in such a way that it makes your heart flutter in your chest, "I mean that being your best friend already gives me everything I could ever want, but that being more...would be so much more than anything in this world that I could ever want." You're quiet for a long time but he doesn't stop staring at you.

His gaze is soft and patient, "Y/n, if you don't feel the same way I understand, and look, I will never bring this up again and I will still love you and support you just as much as I do now- but if there's a part of you- even just an ounce- that believes this could really be somethi-" You don't know when exactly the decision was made within your body, but somehow, you find yourself standing to your feet and completely closing the distance between the both of you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you press into him, taking in the delicious smell of his cologne. You couldn't get any closer to him if you tried. "I love you too," You say into his neck. His arms tighten around your waist and he also buries his face into the crook of your neck,

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to say that..."

3.) Hoseok

Your stomach is in knots and your palms are incredibly sweaty. You feel as though you might pass out but you try to calm yourself down. Breath. Breathe. Breathe. You're about to do what you swore to yourself you never would...

You and Hoseok have been friends for years now; your connection was instantaneous and completely different from any other friendship you've ever had. You'd meet up for coffee, and then coffee turned to grabbing a drink with friends, then chugging beers just the two of you at whatever crusty bar you'd decided on that night- he was hilarious and sloppy and so...wonderful.

You're not really sure when it changed for you, but one day it was like a switch had flipped and things were...different. You couldn't put your finger on it but suddenly, you could feel something else going on between you. You used to be able to talk about your individual love lives: who you'd been with, who you wanted to be with, etc. but now, you feel your blood absolutely boil when he mentions even the vaguest interest in another girl- but you can see it's the same for him too. It wasn't lost on you when you brought up your date with Taehyung, how Hoseok's grip tightened on his beer bottle; his knuckles practically turning white even as he downed the rest of his bottle. His mouth was a tight line, his lids low and narrowed- and if it were physically possible, you're sure you'd have seen literal fire in his eyes.

Hoseok's been having a hard time lately. Things have developed in his personal life that would make anyone buckle...he was drinking pretty heavily for a while and even dabbled in...other things- but he's been working on himself and you've been as supportive as humanly possible. These days, you see the light back in his eyes the way you used to. Now, it's finally time to come clean."What are we watching?" Hoseok asks, plopping down on the couch, individual kernels accidentally dropping out of the bowl of popcorn. You clear your throat, snapping back to reality, "Uhm- I was thinking of something super cheesy and dumb." "Twilight it is," He scrolls through until he finds it and then the screen turns black for a moment as you wait for it to load up. In the blackness, you see your reflection; your facial expression is heavy with worry, but he doesn't notice. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. I need to tell him. Before you know it, it gets to the part of the movie where Bella goes out to meet Jacob and his dad.

"You know, I was so peeved when I re-watched the first movie after watching New Moon," He says, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh? Why?" "Because her and Jake should've been endgame." You furrow your brows, "Really? I always thought she looked good with Edward," You shrug. "Are you kidding me?" He turns to look at you, "She had so much more chemistry with Jake- Edward didn't even LIKE her at first and basically wants to kill her all the time. And besides-," He takes a sip from his glass of Coke and then hands it to you to drink from as well, since he knows you always forget to serve your own drink before sitting down, "-everyone knows it's better to start off as friends first and then go from there." You stare down at the glass for a moment. This is it. This is my in. "I- I guess you're right." "Of course I am," He says, turning back to the TV. "Uhm, Hoseok?" "Mm?" "Can you pause it for a second?" He immediately pauses and looks at you, "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine- I just need to talk to you about something." "Okay, shoot," He positions himself so that he's able to face you directly, his expression showing concern. You suddenly feel your cheeks get hot, his gaze burning you with every second. "You're my best friend, you know?" "Of course." "I truly feel like you know me more than anyone and that you are the absolute most amazing person I've ever known." He smiles and looks down, "Shut up, dude." In the light of the TV, you can see he's blushing and it makes your heart flutter. "Hoseok, I love you." You stare at each other for a few seconds, and you watch as your words enter his ears and then settle into his brain- though when it does, his smile falters. Wait- what's happening? "Hoseok...say something." He remains quiet, his eyes moving from your face to his hands, and then he turns his whole body away from you so he's back to facing the TV. He presses play and then...nothing. He's completely mute. You let it go on for a few scenes, your heart about to break out of your chest. Tears begin to form in your eyes and you're so grateful that the lights are off. "Hoseok, please. Please say something." "What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I'm happy you told me? That I'm happy that now things are gonna be different?" "They don't have to be different," Your voice comes out as barely a whisper. This was not how you imagined this going at all. "Doesn't have to be different? Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I'm-" He catches how loud he's getting and then his voice drops down to a whisper, "I'm not okay right now. I'm messed up. I don't have the capacity to give you- to be the thing you need me to. I'm incapable." He lets his face fall into his hands. "Hoseok, I don't need anything from you. I just wanted you to know-" "Why, Y/n? Why did you need to tell me? Why did you need to take this away from me?" "Take- what?" You're getting more and more confused at his reaction; granted, you always knew there was a chance he'd reject you, but this is so much worse. "This, Y/n. My best friend. My comfort. I'm never going to be able to feel like this again. I'll always feel like I let you down." "You're not letting me down," You try to reach out and touch him, but he tears himself away from your hand. "I have to go." "Jhope, please. Let's just pretend I didn't say anything-" "I need to clear my head. I have to go." You want so badly to get in his way, to stop him, to block the door- but your legs won't listen. Within two minutes, he's gathered his things and walked to the door, "I'll…talk to you another time."

4.) Namjoon

Music is blaring from all sides of the club; bodies are practically sticking together from how hot and sweaty everyone is, and you've lost count of just how many people have bumped into you in the last hour- but he's here. Right next to you. He hasn't left your side all night. When he invited you out, you assumed it was because he'd felt bad that you'd be alone tonight and reluctantly, you got as ready as you could and met him there. He was standing out in the front with some of his boys, which made you nervous since you'd only met them a couple of times. You haven't gone out with him to a club in a few years; not really your scene so he doesn't invite you that often, so you assumed he'd eventually ditch you to go dance with some girls, but to your surprise, he stayed. "Hey!" Namjoon says loudly, leaning in so you can hear him over the music, "Wanna go get some air?" "Sounds good!" Immediately, he grabs your hand and pulls you so that you're as close to him as possible as he guides you through the sea of people. You're trying to focus on not tripping but it's hard to do when all you can think of is how you've never held his hand before. Of course, you've never really had the opportunity to do so. You've been best friends for years and he has no idea that you...feel the way that you do. No one does. When you finally make it back out to the front, you both let out a deep breath and he lets go of your hand. "Oh my God- fresh air!" He exclaims. "It was hot as hell in there, wasn't it?" "Yeah, and it's clear some people have never heard of deodorant," He scrunches his nose in disgust, making you laugh. "I'm gonna be honest, I don't know that I can go back in there," You chuckle. He smiles gently, "We don't have to. I know clubbing isn't really your thing to begin with. Thanks for coming." "Oh, it was nothing. I wanted to come." "Oh yeah? Plans to dance on some totally hot guys tonight?" He jokes, raising an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, "Oh please, the last thing I need is for some weirdo to latch on to me all night." He lets his mouth hang open in mock disgust, "I'm offended." "I meant a different weirdo than you," You assure him, a smile creeping up on your face. "Of course, of course," He smiles back, dimples on full display. "God, I love your dimples." Your eyes widen in shock; that was supposed to remain in your head. "Well, thank you," He says, surprised at your compliment. "Sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud," You blush, immediately looking away to avoid further embarrassment. "Why not?" "Because no." "But I liked it." You bite your lip, looking down at your shoes and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. "Why are you getting shy?" He asks, reaching over and lifting your head by your chin so that you're looking at him. Your stomach is practically doing summersaults. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before," His smile is even bigger now. "Who's blushing?" You ask, trying to calm yourself internally, darting your eyes every which way just to avoid looking at him. He steps closer, hand still cupping your chin, "You are." His tone is low and soft, and yet, it commands your attention completely and you can't help but lock eyes with him. You can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears and you're almost positive that he can too- but neither of you break the connection. In fact, with every passing millisecond, you find that the both of you are inching closer and closer until finally, you can feel the heat of his face so close to yours. "Can I...?" He whispers, lips already parted in anticipation. "Please..." You say, finally allowing yourself to press into him.

#bts #suga #jin #namjoon #angst #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook #jimin #jhope #fanfiction #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys

[glittersandsourcherries]

Hi!! Coul you pls write something with this for Fez x Reader:

“ just kiss me. “

“ you have no idea how long i've been wanting to that. “

Thanks, i love your writing <3

Note: Sorry this took me so long to write/post. I was having a huge writer block for the fandom... 

keep sending requests!!

''Why are you looking at me like that?'' You giggled from the alcohol you had consumed and brought your drink to your lips, drinking some more cherry-vodka mix.

''You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,'' Fez confessed, out of the blue. 

He was pretty high so you wanted to blamed it on the weed, but he looked dead serious, which sobered you up.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you were too stunned. 

Fez shook his head. ''You don't have to say anythin’. I'm just puttin’ it out there because I can't keep it in anymore.''

Despite his smooth and cool nature, Fez was at complete loss when it came to making a move on you. You were the only girl in his eyes and had been since the day you fell from your bike in front of his grandma’s store. But he didn't want to drag you into his world. 

''So, how’s your night goin’?'' he asked, switching subject.

''It’s my second cup, so you can guess yourself.'' 

This party was dead. The football team was out of town for a weekend tournament and it showed. 

''It’s been pretty dry for me too. Ash and I are gonna dip soon.''

You pulled your eyebrows together. ''It’s not even midnight.''

''Like I said, the night’s been pretty dry. Not much reasons to stay.''

''What if I said you don’t look too bad? Would stay and kiss me?'' 

The vodka in your drink was to blame for how bold you were being, but you weren’t mad. Sober you would’ve never said something like that.

Partly confused, Fez raised an interested eyebrow. ''W-what?''

You turned sideways on the couch and leaned closer to Fez. 

From there, the freckles on his face became more visible. You could also see how bright his eyes were although his pupils were dilated from the weed he smoked tonight. 

''Just kiss me, Fez,'' you said, flicking your eyes down to his lips and biting your. ''Kiss-''

''No need to repeat yourself. You got no idea how long I been wantin’ to do that.''

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Tag-list:  @milkiane  @euphoricfeminine @starinsunset

Fezco tag-list: @runway-to-my-aid

#fezco #fezco imagine #fezco x reader #fezco blurb #fezco euphoria #angus cloud #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria fanfic #euphoria fez #fez x reader

[justmeinadaze]

Unattainable Part II (Eddie X Theater Girl From School)

I'm actually enjoying writing this. Its been a long time since I've actually had the energy and urge to write. I hope y'all are enjoying it as well. :)

Warnings: Mom is a alcoholic so there may be some triggers there. Theater girl definitely has some anxiety issues due to how she grew up. I pulled her anxiety from my own experiences in high school so that may trigger some as well. Otherwise just some fluff with Mr. Munson <3

Word Count: 1,000

The cold water splashing on my face was a nice contrast to the heated embarrassment still flushed around my cheeks. I pat the hand towel over my face, looking up into the mirror. I meet my own eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“Could I have been any more awkward?”, I say aloud, throwing the towel on the counter, and turning out the light. As I round the corner into the hallway, I smack into something small. 

“What the fuck?! Why can’t I walk tonight?”

“Ohma God! Watch yar mouth! Areyouuu kidding me?”, slurs the small figure. I lean over and turn on the hall light.

“Wow. Hey mom. Didn’t expect you to be home till much later. The bars are still open!” I say sarcastically. 

She straights out and faces me so she’s level with my face. The strong smell of vodka coming off her breath could make anyone tipsy just from being in her proximity for longer than five minutes. 

“Watch your mouth, smartass.” She starts to deflate back to her regular slumped posture. “And foryouuur in formation, they kicked me out again. Saaid I han enough.”

“Hm.”, was all I could manage to get out. It doesn’t matter what I say. She won’t remember anyway. In a softer tone I call out to her as she heads for her bedroom, “Do you need any help getting to bed?”

Sometimes I want her to say yes. It’s the few times I get to be near her without hostility. She’ll quietly let me remove her shoes and jeans as I place her in bed, tucking her under the covers. When I was younger, I used to lay with her. Sometimes she would wrap her arm around me pulling me into her side. When I woke up the next morning, she would be gone. Off to work or to which ever establishment was open serving alcohol. But those little moments, those are what I held on to. 

“Naw. Imma good.”, she says quietly as she enters her room and closes the door.

*CRASH*

The sound of everything spilling out of my bag onto the library table is deafening. I look at the counter and see the librarian glaring at me from above the desk. 

“Sorry”, I mouth as I lean over the table to dig through the contents. I know I had my green folder yesterday when I left 8th period. I had finished my book report and then placed in the folder, in my bag, before I went to the auditorium to practice for my audition. 

Where is it! Its due today and if I don’t turn it in it will be late which will drag down my entire average. I can’t afford that. What could I have done with it??

The sound of my name and a light tap on my arm pulls me out of my panic. I turn around to see Eddie Munson and those big, soft brown eyes looking at me with slight concern. 

“Hey. Um, this may be a bad time but I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You weren’t in the theater room but some sophomore told me you might be in here so I—”

“Mr. Munson!”, the librarian whisper shrieks from her area behind the front desk, “This is a library not a concert hall. If you insist on talking, I insist you lower your voice!”

He gives her a big tooth filled grin and whispers back to her, “Sorry! I’m just so excited to be studying! Oh my gosh!”

I cover my mouth to stifle the laugh and the librarian rolls her eyes. Eddie turns his attention back to me. “So,” he says at a lower register, “as I was saying, I’ve been looking for you. You dropped this when I accidently body slammed you.” He holds up my green folder. 

“Oh my god!” I reach out to take it from him. “You are a life savior. You don’t even know. Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.”, he smirks.

I look him up and down, really getting to see him for the first time. Today he’s wearing a Metallica t-shirt under a leather jacket with jeans. I can just make out a tattoo outline on his chest. He’s fidgeting with his hands that are laced with these big rings. I don’t think any of them would fit my tiny hands. I look at his face and can’t help but look at his lips. I really, really want to run my thumb over them. Our eyes meet and Eddie takes a step forward.

“So—“The bell clangs signaling the end of the period.

“Oh shit!” I turn around and quickly gather my belongings, shoving them into my bag with no real order. “I have to get to class. I have a presentation in my World Cultures class and I have to set up the projector.”

“World Cultures? Isn’t that an advanced class?” he asks watching me chaotically throw things together. 

“Yes. But if I take it and pass, I can use it as a college credit and the less I have to pay for college classes the better.” As I head for the door, I quickly turn around. “Thanks again. I really appreciate you taking the time to bring me my stuff.” He smiles and gives me a solider style salute. 

“My pleasure, M’lady.”

I feel my stomach do a summersault as I give him one last shy smile and head towards my class. 

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When I finally get everything set up for class, I open my bag to grab the folder. Front and center is my book report. I breathe a sigh of relief. As I begin to close it up and put it away, I notice some writing near the bottom of the green inside flap. Next to my name is a phone number and a quote.

“ ’A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.’

Call me anytime :) “

I read the quote over and over with a gigantic smile spread across my face. Lord of the Rings. He’s such a dork. The butterflies in my stomach begin to fade as a nagging anxiety takes over. Man, I’m in trouble.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #Eddie Munson being adorable

[lizbethborden]

For my first swing at it, I'm really happy with the tomato jam. I initially thought of it when I'd made a breakfast sandwich version of my Ultimate Prosciutto Sandwich (for anyone not deep in my blog lore, this is kind of my white whale as far as food goes and I've been making variants of it for like 6mo). I'd had tomato jams before and didn't like them because they were so overly sweet, so IDK why it popped into my head, but I was eating said breakfast sando and was like, "This wants tomato jam." So I have made some and will probably foist some on my parents, etc. Instead of being a decent human being and following a recipe for my first time, I just read a few and kind of winged it, as follows:

2lb roma tomatoes roughly chopped -- they were just ordinary, shitty supermarket tomatoes

1 onion sliced thin

A bunch of garlic sliced thin

I knew I didn't want to add more sugar than I strictly had to, so I started with the sliced onion and sweated it until it was fully limp, the tiniest bit brown, and smelling sweet. I added the garlic and deglazed with a splash of red wine (which I don't normally have--I might have used vodka if I hadn't had the wine). I did salt a bit at this stage, but I knew I would be cooking the final product down a long time, so I didn't add much.

I added the tomatoes, and then the following in a set of proportions that I just completely fucking winged for no particular reason:

Hickory salt

Smoked paprika

Sweet paprika

Raw sugar

Regular salt

Cumin

Aleppo pepper

Tomato powder (to make up for the shitty tomatoes)

My goal was to bring out the complementary savoriness and sweetness of the tomatoes and add a little bit of heat. I am really not a spice for spice's sake person, but the aleppo pepper is not on-your-lips, front-of-your-mouth hot. At least here and in the relatively small quantity I used, it builds slowly and lingers toward the middle-back of your mouth.

As the tomatoes cooked down, I also added the following:

More salt

More sugar

Drizzle of balsamic

Squeeze of half a lime (borrowed from Mark Bittman's recipe)

I periodically went through the pan with a potato masher to crush the tomatoes and break down the skins. I considered using the immersion blender, but I ended up liking the rough, chunky texture.

Anticipating that I would be using this as a spread when cold or room-temp, once it was at the consistency I liked, I let it cool, tasted, then finished with a little more salt and sugar. My experience is that food tastes flatter when cold, so I wanted to make sure I seasoned it for the last time when it was at the actual serving temperature.

I wasn't interested in a huge sandwich for tonight so I made some bite size versions of The Sandwich. Tomato jam on the bottom, arugula, prosciutto (NOT supermarket shit!!!!!!!!!), microplaned parmigiano. I had been thinking I'd need to finish with a little bit of honey because I wasn't sure the jam was quite sweet enough (ironic, considering I started out sweet-jam-critical) but the parmigiano's... um... footy qualities bring out the sweetness of the tomatoes with nothing else needed. A few drops of a good olive oil (I used Partanna, sorry mainland Italy). Just all on top of fette biscottate because they're Italy's greatest invention actually. Yeehaw/mangia/l'chaim :)

#don’t mind ya girls fucked up hands I’ve been cleaning all day #please enjoy today's diary entry :)

[duskwoodgirl4life]

I've been working on this for awhile I started writing it and then I needed to take a break from writing. Hope you all like it would love to read your comments on what you think about the story.

The group had all been invited to MC's and Jessy's apartment Saturday nights was a tridison they would go round to each other's place and have drinks. Tonight it was MC's and Jessy's turn. MC was busy getting ready in her room when there was a soft knock at her door. "Come in" MC standing in front of the mirror making the final touches to her hair and makeup. "You look hot MC Jake's going to love you in that dress" Jessy came walking across the room sitting down on the bed. "Do you really think so? We have been flirting a lot and I do really like him" Jessy got up off the bed and walked over to MC. "If he doesn't kiss you while your wearing that dress then he's an idiot"

MC turned to face Jessy who had a big smile on her face "I guess you're right it's his loss if he doesn't want to kiss me" Jessy hugged MC and they both went into the kitchen to finish making the punch. "God Jessy how much vodka did you put in this?" Jessy started to laugh at MC coughing at how strong the punch was. "What? There are only 4 bottles in it plus a bottle of gin and some fruit juice" MC shook her head and laughed. "This is definitely going to make things more interesting" Jessy winked at MC with a grin on her face. There was a knock at the door and MC went to answer it "Jack Daniels has arrived" Dan headed straight for the kitchen putting two bottles of Jack Daniels down on the side.

"Sorry about him he's not stopped going on about this party all day" MC moved to the side to let Jake in. "That's okay I've gotten used to him" MC smiled turning towards Jake capturing his ocean blue eyes. "You look really nice in that dress, super hot" Jake felt his cheeks turn a slight shade of red at his comment. "Thanks you're looking very hot yourself" MC winked at Jake and closed the door leading him into the kitchen. All 4 of them grabbed a drink MC went to put some music on to get the party started. Everyone else soon started to arrive Jessy and Richy followed by Cleo, lilly Hannah and Thomas.

The party was now in full swing, everyone having such a great time, Jake and MC had been getting closer and closer through the night. "I'll go grab us another drink" MC got up off Jake's lap as he went into the kitchen Dan was there getting another drink. "Hey hackerman, how far you got with our little bet? You still have not kissed her yet" Dan had a big smirk on his face. "Not yet, it's starting to feel wrong" Dan walked over to Jake and put his hands on his shoulders. "Look it's just a little kiss no one will get hurt you can do it" Jake moved away from Dan and grabbed two bottles of beer. "I hope your right"

Jake went back into the other room where MC was waiting for him. She got up off the chair so he could sit down and, taking hold of her hand he guided her back down onto his lap. They both sat and for a while until Jessy and Hannah pulled MC off Jake's lap so they could dance. "I'm sorry Jake but this one's going to have a dance to our favorite song" Jake laughed as MC pleaded for help "it's okay I'm not going anywhere" MC gave Jake a stealth stair which only made Jake laugh more.

"Come on MC one more dance" Hannah and Jessy tried to convince MC to keep dancing. "I've been dancing for the past half hour let me have a break and I'll join you later" both Jessy and Hannah made MC promise MC found herself a seat on the sofa glad to be sitting down. "I thought you could use this" MC looked up and saw Jake with a bottle of beer in his hand. "Thanks Jake I sure could do with a drink" Jake went to sit down next to her he could see Dan watching him waiting for him to make his move. When the bottle left MC's lips Jake leaned over and kissed MC on the lips. MC was taken back but then she leaned in for another kiss.

After they parted Jake looked into MCs eyes he could see so much love in them a wave of guilt started to wash over him MC could tell that something was wrong. "Jake? What's wrong?" Jake looked at MC, the guilt still washing over him. "Everything is fine, I'm gonna go get another drink I'll be right back" leaving a stunned MC Jake rushed off to the kitchen. "Way to go you did it, you actually did it" Dan was patting Jake's shoulders with a big grin on his face. "Come on Jake, lighten up you won the bet" Jake walked away from Dan and grabbed another beer. Before Jake replied, MC came into the kitchen with tears in her eyes. "So that's why you missed me you only did it for a bet from now on stay away from me Jake"

MC stormed out of the kitchen and went into her room, tears running down her cheeks. She felt so humiliated. She really cared so much for Jake and he's gone and broken her heart.

"What the hell have you done now? Why is MC upset?" Jessy crossed her arms with an angry expression on her face. "Oh it's nothing just MC getting worked up over nothing" Jessy marched over to Dan and smacked him for his stupid comment. "Fuck sake Dan I should never of gone through with your stupid idea" Jessy looks back at Jake concern in his eyes. "You better get in there now Jake and make this right with MC" Jake left the kitchen and went to knock on MCs door he could hear the sobs coming from the outside of the room "MC I'm so sorry please let me in to explain" MC looked up at the door and considered letting him come in. "Fine" the door slowly opened and Jake came in closing the door behind him. "MC I'm so sorry I never ever meant to hurt you, it was all Dan's idea I tried to back out hell I wanted to kiss you so badly that I didn't care about the stupid bet I kissed you because I wanted to not because of some stupid bet" MC looked up at Jake tears still in her eyes she thought for a moment before she replied. "Is that really true? You kissed me because you wanted to no because of some stupid bet"

Jake took MCs hand holding it in his "MC I'm completely crazy about you I have been ever since we first met it was love at first sight" MC looked in shock she couldn't believe what Jake had said. "You love me? If you love me then why did you make a stupid bet with an idiot that knows nothing about women" MC got up from the bed and stormed out of the room. Jake ran after her calling her name but she didn't stop she made a beeline for the kitchen. Dan was standing talking to Cleo when MC came charging across the kitchen and punched Dan in the face. "Next time you want to make a stupid bet why don't you stop and think about the person's feelings you're hurting" MC stormed off this time leaving the apartment. "Dan, what have you done this time?" Cleo standing watching as Dan pulled himself back up off the floor. "I haven't done anything I swear" Cleo gave Dan that look and he backed into the corner with nowhere to go.

"Okay, okay I may have made Jake bet me that he wouldn't kiss MC before the end of the night. He didn't want to do it but I made him" Cleo stood in shock at what Dan had said. "You're a jerk Dan!! You know full well how she feels about Jake and you go and do this" Jake was running after MC shouting her name "MC please I'm so sorry I never meant to hurt you, it was a mistake making that bet but I don't regret kissing you I'm in love with you" MC stopped and turned around Jake had caught up with her placing his hand on her shoulder. "You could have just told me Jake, you could have come to me and explained but you didn't. I'm sorry Jake just give me some time"

MC walked away from Jake. She had a lot to think about and a part of her was really hurt by what had happened. The other side was so in love with Jake she just wanted to wrap her arms around him. She stopped and turned around. Jake was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Her feet started to move towards him sitting down next to him she placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up in shock that MC had come back. "Hi" MC smiled and rubbed her hand up and down Jake's back. "Hi," Jake smiled back, wiping the tears away from his eyes. "Jake, I came back because I wanted to tell you I love you" Jake was stunned by MCs words he wasn't expecting to hear the words from her lips. "I love you to MC I always have, I did such a stupid thing making that bet can you ever forgive me?"

MC smiled at Jake lifting his chin up forcing him to look at her, "why don't we try that kiss again" no words were needed their lips got closer when they touched it was the most magical moment. They sat and kissed each other for a few minutes when they were forced to break apart to catch their breath. "I really am sorry MC, that kiss was amazing I love you" MC smiled and leaned in kissing Jake on the nose. "I love you Jake, you all I ever wanted" Jake got up off the bench and reached out for MCs hand. "Should we go back to the party?" MC took hold of Jake's hand and smiled. "Why don't you take me back to yours and we can have our own private party" Jake smiled and kissed MC on the cheek. "That's a brilliant idea let's go" they walked hand in hand along the empty streets of duskwood completely in love with each other.

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Chapter Forty

Feniseca Tarquinius Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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OSAMU'S P.O.V.

Way before I met Y/N, when the world was normal, I was a volunteer firefighter like I told her. Though I'm sure nobody ever believed me when I said that, there's not much more that I can do than tell you my side of my life story.

Growing up, my brother was always my biggest rival. Though we'd fight, we'd quickly get over it and move on. We pushed each other to be the best we could be. And that is, well, until I no longer heard from him.

It was almost like he didn't want me to know anything about his life. Maybe it had to do with the reason why he went to jail, I'm not really sure. But it was like a switch was flipped. I went from seeing him almost every day to never hearing from him again. But I did what I thought was right, and let him be. Messages that were left on read were deleted and conversations were removed. I figured he wanted nothing to do with me, so I left it at that.

I still continued my life. I went to work every day like it was normal, but over time I became so tired of doing the same thing over and over. I began to feel as though a piece of me was missing. But I kept on going because putting out fires was the only way I could keep myself from going crazy.

"Yo," one of my coworkers whistles at me as he waves a hand in front of me. I had hardly forgotten I was eating my lunch in the breakroom. "What's up with you lately, man? It's like you're some kind of ghost."

"I'm sorry," I shake my head as I pack up my half-eaten sandwich. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Yeah, you do that a lot. Hey, what're you doin' after this? Wanna go out a grab a drink?"

"I don't know," I respond with a straight face as I shake my head.

"Well, what else are you gonna do? Work out for the hundredth time this week?" he laughs.

"That was the plan," I shrug as I place my sandwich into my lunch bag.

"Aw, come on. Let's go hang out tonight. Drink's on me." When my coworker grins like an idiot, I look up at him and see my brother staring back at me in his reflection. The two of them have a lot in common. Perhaps that's why I always sit down beside him even though he annoys the shit out of me a lot of times.

"Fine, fine. I'll go with you," I smile softly.

"Yes!" he shouts happily. "Thanks man, you won't- "

"As long as you buy me two," I interrupt before he gets too excited, holding up two fingers toward him. "Two drinks."

He laughs loudly at my comment before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side. "You drive a hard bargain, Miya, but you've got yourself a deal."

Later that night, I go out with my coworker, Takumi, for drinks. He did end up buying me those two drinks that he offered, however, he got to choose what they were. And now that I'm two seriously strong drinks in, the two of us are laughing as though we've known each other our whole lives.

"So," Takumi hums as he holds up his third vodka drink, "you've been depressed for the past five months. I know that's when your brother stopped messaging you. I wasn't going to say anything at work but now that we're here it's time we talk about it."

"Listen, Ts- Takumi," I correct myself. "I'm not depressed. I just feel unmotivated sometimes."

"Well then get motivated," he replies with a stupid grin. "Your brother will come around when he's ready. You know that, right?"

"I don't know. I never know what he's thinking anymore."

"That's only 'cause you haven't talked to him. What you gotta do is let it go. There's nothing you can do about the past. If he contacts you, then that's great, but you can't stay in this funk for the rest of your life. You've gotta work on meeting new people who are good for you."

As much as I don't want to admit that he's right, it is true. Atsumu's always been the one to pull me out of situations like this and now that he's gone, I've let myself get progressively worse and worse.

After that discussion, I tried my best for the rest of the night to act like a normal person. I failed a few times at making some connections, but over time I got a bit better.

Just as I thought my life was beginning to improve, I was meeting new people and making good friends like Takumi encouraged me to, the outage happened. All I wanted was a new, honest like of happiness without being dependent on anyone else, but once it all happened, my first thought was to find my best friend- my brother.

It might have been overdramatic, my whole guns blazing thing when I met Y/N, but I had just fallen back into that pit of dependency.

Now that he's gone, I don't know what the hell my life is going to look like. Takumi might tell me that I've finally got the closure I was always searching for, but I don't even know what that means. Atsumu's gone. What kind of closure is that?

I'll never forget how overjoyed I was when I heard his voice over the radio for the first time. I knew it was Atsumu in an instant even though it had been so long since I had seen him.

Even though I knew my brother wasn't quite as excited to see me, it was strange how he behaved that night. It was almost like there was a reason he didn't want to be part of the group, and not for the reason I thought.

It was odd, I still remember him calling our group 'cursed'.

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[pervertedpixi]

bdgfhfhdgfhfjf so so so so so

tonight my friend & I went to a bar in this normal midwest middle of nowhere fucking random town, and this older man (25+ yrs older than me I'm guessin) came in while we were drinking and the vibe I got ???? holy shit like... I've felt chills before but this was. something else...

I was already nervous when we got there bc I didn't rlly know where we were & my phone had died so I was on HIGH alert, not to mention I'd missed a dose (or two...) of anxiety medication, and when the door opened directly behind my seat at the bar, my body felt his entrance before my brain registered there was someone behind me.

all of a sudden I felt very very small. I'd ordered a vodka & tonic shortly before, and had only begun to drink it when he came in, but as soon as I felt the weight of his stare I felt like I needed a stronger drink. a chill had crawled down my body from the top of my head to the base of my feet and back up, and it didn't go away. it sat there, buzzing below the surface of my nails and behind my ears, sending static waves rolling through every single atom of me. it felt like a deep and primal fear, as well as a sudden drop.

I was pretty much powerless... it took everything in me to try and cling to my friends words as she gushed about a hot British man she'd met that week. I nodded along distractedly, keeping half my attention on her and the other half tracking the man as he interacted around us. I watched him walk around us, felt him staring at me the whole time. his eyes were studying my face like he was seeing how close he could get, and he sat on the the other side of my friend.

he started talking to the other people at the bar, being friendly, making small talk. I could see from the corner of my eyes how often he looked over at me, gaging my reactions to his commentary and tracking his motions. pretty soon, he'd gotten the other bar patrons laughing, talking with him and each other, making conversation around him and across us. he had the staff turn the lights down, change the channels, turn the lights down even more. he got the remote and started flicking through channels, settling on something with too many commercials and bright colors that kept distracting me, keeping me from fully paying attention to what he or my friend were saying. all the while, I could feel his gaze.

my friend continued to flick through the photos of the British Hot Guy from earlier, and I tried to feign attention while I really felt trapped like a rabbit in the eyes of a hawk. soon the man started trying to talk to us, to get us to join into the conversation. at one point he even made a joke at our expense, and I accidentally snorted and rolled my eyes at him, and sarcastically replied to him instead of my friend... and caught his eyes for the first time. time stopped, and I stared, petrified and frozen in his basilisk stare. he looked at me and I saw.... something dark. something wicked.

my friend snapped me back to her conversation with a sharp and well-timed "sorry, what?" and I abruptly clicked back in, completely blank-minded. she mentioned British Hot Guy (or whatever she was talking abt at that point), and I nodded and smiled, forcing myself to look at her face and focus. I had pretty much sucked my drink dry without realizing it at that point, my water too, and fear and vodka made my tongue so heavy that when the bartender asked if I wanted if I wanted another, my "just water thanks," was a stumbling mumbled mess. I noticed his smirk when I fumbled with the straw in my vodka tonic, embarrassed and quieted by my mistake.

my friend and I chatted some more, but my attention was no longer in the conversation. the buzzing fear I'd been feeling throughout the man's presence reached a crescendo, and I felt every particle in my body sparking bright tremors into my skin. my legs were entirely goosebumps, my arms and hands trembling so hard I could barely hold my water glass steady enough to bring the straw to my lips. my friend asked if I was okay, noticing my usual masking habits unraveling around me. I looked at her, shaking and pale: "we need to get the fuck out of here," I stutter under my breath. she nods, pays, and we leave while I try to control the tremor in my hands.

fortunately we got somewhere I felt safe, I took my meds, and we got home in one piece, and I'm grateful !!

but there's a part of me that wonders, what if???....... what if we had driven separately? what if she had gone to the bathroom?? what if I was alone.... what if he could have gotten me alone ...........

in hindsight, in a fantasy context, so so so so fucking hot to feel that powerless against someone just by the magnitude of their gaze. like.... in the safety and comfort of my home many many miles away, is it wrong that I'm slick with neediness just imagining him slipping something into my drink? slipping away with me into a remote corner ?? taking me out for a smoke, even? folding me up nice and pretty and putting me wherever he wants. doing whatever he wants. my needs be damned.

and it's so scary to think that on another day, in different circumstances, he could have. but it's also so hot thinking about how powerless I felt. how overwhelming and controlling his eyes were. the racing of my heart that's taken hours to pass. the fear still tingling under my skin, making me needy, making me angry to be on my period. I want to rub myself, touch myself, fuck myself thinking about hands that are not mine, or my partner's, wrapping around my neck. gripping my wrists together. fucking me. slapping me. choking me. abusing me over and over. part of me is absolutely humiliated to be thinking abt him locking the door behind me, pinning me to the bar, and forcing himself into my mouth or pussy or ass with no care for my pleasure. to hurt me. to fuck me. to own me. to degrade and humiliate me, and remind me I have no power here.

I want so badly sometimes for that complete and utter surrender. the times when fighting is useless, when my body goes limp and my brain empties. when the thought of surrendering is all that matters, all that occupies my conscious mind. when I change the way in which I am begging for release.

#oooooof #*whimpers pathetically* #dolly.txt

[rjcollinsauthor]

Chapter 14:

"We are going out tonight," Jessica announced as she pushed her way inside my room. At this point, I should just get a revolving door.

"Where are we going?" Riley asked.

Riley had been staying with me for almost a week now to help me keep on track with the plan. I had no idea how she was going to graduate while missing so much school, but she said not to worry about it, so I wasn't. Riley had always been able to handle her own shit.

Jessica halted, looking and Riley and me.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Jessica asked.

Riley stayed lying on my bed. "Riley Chance, and you must be Jessica Ross, the bitch who helped the Blue Rose boys frame my bestie."

Jessica stood there speechless as Riley got off the bed too slowly. I got in between them because I knew for a fact Riley had no problem kicking someone's ass.

"Yeah, I'm trying to make amends for that."

"Oh, you better. Lena doesn't want to admit that she's truly a big ole softy." I glared at her, which she ignored. "But I, on the other hand, believe that once a rat, always a rat. Try that shit again, and those cheap ass blonde extensions will be the only thing left of you."

Riley smiled at her and went back to lying on my bed and scrolling on her phone. I tried and failed to hide my smile. Riley really was a ride-or-die type bitch.

"You were saying something about us going out tonight," I said.

Jessica looked scared but nodded. "You've been cramped up in this room for far too long. It's time you hung out with other people who aren't the reason for and a part of your revenge."

"I second that. We need to find you a dick to sit on that's not a guy who framed you for murder."

"And arson. Don't forget arson." Jessica said unhelpfully.

"Fuck the both of you. But fine, let's go out."

Jessica squealed and went to my closet to find me something to wear.

"Yeah, let's not pick something from the preppy schoolgirl clothing line," Riley said and got off the bed and opened up the duffle bag she had brought with her.

She pulled out a black dress with thin straps.

"Can never go wrong with a little black dress." she sang and waved it around.

An hour later, the three of us were dressed and ready to go to a club Riley found that wasn't too far from campus. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for the first time since I've been here, I felt like myself. I'm wearing a little black dress. And by little, I mean I won't be able to bend over without flashing someone. I did black smokey eyes with red lipstick and black lip liner. Riley flat ironed and curled my hair, leaving it in big curls. I looked over at Riley and Jessica. Riley was wearing black leather pants, a black, red lace corset, and heels that made her almost tower over me. Riley's hair was pinned up with a claw hairpin. Jessica wore a light blue mini skirt with a white crop top. She put her blonde hair into a high ponytail.

"Ready?" I asked.

Riley nodded and headed to the door, but Jessica stopped her.

"Let's take some pictures together."

Jessica didn't wait for us to respond; she pulled out her phone and began taking pictures of each of us and then all of us together. We called a car and left.

****

We pulled up to a club called Tipsey, which had to be the dumbest name ever, but the line went around the corner.

"These aren't stand in line all night kinda heels," Riley said.

"Did you forget we're Blue Rose? We don't have to stand in any line ever."

She walked right up to the bouncer, told her our names, and we were let right in and led to a table in a top section.

"Now, this is what I'm talking about," Riley said on her third shot of vodka. "Just us girls relaxing and living our best life. A little revenge here and there. That's what it's all about."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked her as I sipped on my vodka lemonade.

"Nothin, just enjoying life."

"Why am I the only one popping my fucking pussy right now? Come dance!" Jessica yelled.

She was in between a woman and a man, all three of them dancing to whatever Cardi B song was playing. I laughed at the TikTok reference and decided, fuck it. I pulled Riley with me and danced on her. Two songs and a couple of shots in, Riley and I were having the time of our lives. I laughed harder than I had in way too long. It felt so good to be here with her. I remember the times we would sneak into clubs like this before we turned twenty-one. Henry would somehow catch us every time. I swear he had a tracker on me back then.

"I love girl-on-girl action." a random, stumbling, and obviously drunk guy said.

Why can't women just live? We ignored him and kept dancing.

"Btich, I'm talking to you."

I whipped my head around. "Leave us alone, or I'll break your arm."

His eyes widened like he hadn't expected me to say anything at all. Then his eyes turned to fury.

"You entitled little bitch. You should be grateful I'm talking to you. Do you know how many girls in here want me?"

"Yeah, exactly none," Riley said.

One second he was stumbling, and the next, he was launching himself at Riley. I stepped in front of her and punched him right in the face. He stumbled back and held his now bloody nose. Jessica rushed over and grabbed a hold of Riley.

"Let's go," I announced.

Riley and Jessica went first, and I followed behind them. We don't even get close to the door when the asshole can't take a hint and grabbed my arm. I got ready to kick him in his little balls when he was on the ground a second later. I watch as a guy jumps on him. It took me less than a second to realize the guy hitting him over and over again was Noah. Noah always seemed to be knocking men unconscious like it was his day job. I think he's about to get off the guy, but he keeps going. The crowd around us is just staring as Noah beats a man to death. I stepped in and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Noah, stop."

Noah's fist almost goes down again, but he stopped at the sound of my voice. He lets go of the guy's shirt, making him hit the floor.

"Let's go," Noah said.

"We're about to call a car to come to get us,"

"No, you'll ride with me."

"No."

"Always gotta do things the hard way."

I ignored him and pulled out my phone to call a car when I was suddenly upside down. "Noah put me down right now!" I screamed. "I am getting sick of you throwing me over your shoulder, you asshole!"

He ignored me and carried me through the club, and no one but Jessica and Riley tried to stop him. Riley tried and failed to pull me off of him. He kept going until we reached the door of his car, where the rest of the boys were waiting.

"Oh hell no," I shouted when Noah finally put me down.

Before I could walk away, Noah grabbed me and pushed me into the car. Scott reached out an arm and helped him while Noah got in and forced me onto his lap. Randall was in the driver's seat while Avery was in the passenger seat.

"Are you ladies going to get in, or am I going to have to get Avery to throw you in?"

I gave them both a look that said Don't get in! But they didn't listen and got into the car because I guess Noah's demand was scarier than my look. Randall started the car, and we drove away. I moved in Noah's lap to try to get onto Riley's lap because this was way too close for me.

"You better stop moving, or you'll have a problem to deal with," Noah warned.

I stopped moving and noticed that he was becoming hard beneath me. He had his arms wrapped around me and forced me to lean back against him. I could feel his breath against my neck. He moved one of his arms and placed his hand on my thigh. He moved it higher, and I gripped his hand to stop him.

"Why haven't you ever worn this dress for me?"

"Because it's not mine."

"Ah, yeah, I forgot you dress like an innocent schoolgirl. Those outfits are just as sexy. You don't want to know how many times I've imagined you bent over with my dic-"

"Shut up right now,"

It's like he's forgotten we aren't the only ones in the car. Riley and Jessica were noticeably silent, and Riley kept sending me looks like she was waiting for me to give her the okay to start beating asses. As much as I believed I could kick their ass one on one, I wasn't sure about us vs. them. As we drove, I noticed that none of the boys were giving me their usually threatening looks or saying anything about threatening my life. What the hell was that about?

We got to campus, and Jessica couldn't open the door fast enough. She got out, and Riley followed her. I started to go too, but Noah held on. Randall got out of the car and closed the door. I tried to get off Noah, but he was holding me too tight. I started to reach my elbow back to hit him, but Scott grabbed both of my arms and held them in front of me.

"Let me go, you assholes."

"No, you're staying with me tonight."

"The hell I am."

I watched as Randall was being punched by Riley and Jessica kicked him in the balls. I laughed when he fell down.

"Oh hell no," Avery said and jumped out of the car.

He grabbed Randall and put him in the passenger seat. Jessica went for the door while Avery and Riley started arguing. Jessica yanked on the door, but it didn't budge. She looked at me with horror as Avery pushed Riley to the ground, making me scream in a fury. Avery got in the driver's seat and drove away.

"I'm going to kill you," I told Avery in a cold tone.

"She'll be fine. That bitch bit me. I had to resist punching her."

Avery kept one hand on the stirring wheel while showing me the bite mark on his arm. Riley bit him good. I almost beamed with pride.

"You deserved it. You're kidnapping me."

"Trust me, we'd rather not, but your psycho boyfriend can't take not being with you."

"Noah is not my boyfriend."

"Tell him that."

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SHALL WE CHERRY?

JEAN K. x EREN x FEM READER

threesome 18+ smut

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Story name : " Shall we cherry? "

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You: I am bad at first impressions. 

Eren: Do you want me to drive you home?

 

You nodded and let him lead the way. When you reached his car, he held the door open for you. It made you blush lightly. 

When he sat down on the seat next to yours, his shirt lifted a little bit, revealing his well-toned abs. You looked away immediately. 

 

Eren: Are you okay?

You: Yes.

He started driving. The lights were reflecting on his face, you noticed how well sculpted it was. A few hairs were falling on his forehead. 

 

He was just so fine. 

 

You: How old are you? 

Eren: 19. And you?

You: Me too. Thank you for giving me a ride tonight. 

Eren: It's nothing. By the way, the offer still stands.

You: What offer?

Eren: Mushes and wee- WHO GAVE YOU YOUR FUCKING LICENCE FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM?- the boy yelled as the driver in front of you who took a right turn without flashing their indicators. 

You: If you don't cuss on the way, you're doing it wrong.

Eren: I would love to crucify those fuckers. 

You: I wonder if they paid their instructors. 

Eren: Perhaps.

You: I've never done shrooms. What is it like?

Eren: It depends on how much you take. Typically you see the colors a lot more vividly, they're A LOT brighter and sometimes they'd move. Also, you could get an intense body high. It enhances your feelings and messes with your head but in a very beautiful way. 

You: Oh, weird. Have your friends done it?

Eren: Yes. I am not into fake shit. Natural all the way, there's no such thing like dying from weed or mushes. UNLESS you've mistakenly picked the wrong shroom, but I'm not dumb. 

You: I don't know...

Eren: You don't have to be afraid, I will take care of you. 

You: Oh...- you looked down, blushing once more. Being all shy and mushy was so not you. But damn, this charming brat. 

The boy shook his head and looked for his parking spot.

You: Wait, we are here already?

Eren: I assume you were too busy daydreaming.

You: Oh, sorry. 

Eren's phone buzzed. It was a message from Armin saying: 

 

' Hello, Jean drove me home, I would appreciate it if you let me rest for a little while on my own and not come home yet as this whole gathering thing was too much for me. Thank you, Eren.' 

The boy texted back: 

 Okay, is Jean home though?

A: No, he went out.

E: Okay, rest well - he said and drifted away from the parking lot. - Change of plans. If you don't mind.

 

You: What happened? And I do not.

Eren: Something's up with Armin, he's just so sensitive like that. It will be fine. 

You: I don't feel like going home yet...

 

Eren: Where do you want to g- before he could finish, he received a call. It was Jean. 

 

J: Where the hell are you?

E: I should be asking the same. I am in the car with y/n. 

J: Armin kicked me out of the dorm. 

Eren rolled his eyes. 

E: I am not sure what we could do.

 

You, mouthing: Maybe we could try a motel?

 

E: Y/n is suggesting a motel, are you down?

J: Yeah, just give me the address whenever.

E: Okay, cool.

 

They hung up. The boy looked at you, his eyes were beyond stunning. - Why a motel? 

You: You know I am new here, I'd like to see what it is like outside of this city. Just curiosity. 

 

One of your fantasies was to have sex in a motel with a hot stranger. And today's events were working in your favor. You thought it was oddly romantic and you'd always make up fake scenarios in your head where this was happening.  You drove outside of the city for about half an hour. Eren was slowly losing patience. 

Maybe we could try this one? - he suggested, pointing out to a random building. 

You: Sure- you replied, googling the place- it has 4.7/5 stars and breakfast is included. $130 a night. 

Eren: Sure. - he said and got out of the car. Next, he opened the door for you and waited for you to get out, before locking it. 

You found those gestures cute.

When you entered the place, the receptionist gave you a weird look. It made you feel unwelcome. Eren did not bother reacting, he just took out his card out and tapped it on the pin pad.

Room #16 is for you - the old lady spoke - good night.

Eren: Night. 

You walked to the elevator.

It fascinated you how unbothered he was.

You: Did you see that?

Eren: She's probably sick of random teens renting a place to party/fuck, cause they don't have their own places yet. 

You laughed - I will give it to your cash. 

Jean called again. The phone call consisted of him asking for the location, and Eren simply giving it to him followed by the questions '' Should I bring cherries and alcohol? '' to which Eren answered ''yes'' and hung up. 

 

While you were walking past the other rooms, you could hear noises of all sorts. Sweet moaning, people fighting, loud music, and people yelling. 

Eren unlocked the door slowly. You stood behind him, carefully observing his hand movements. It was oddly arousing. His hands were big and had some veins slightly popping out. 

The smell of his expensive cologne was spreading into the air. He took his tie off and threw it across the room. The same happened to the hair tie that held his hair up. 

Neither of you was talking. 

You sat on the bed, and he did the same. Both of you had your backs turned on one another. 

15 minutes passed in silence when Jean suddenly opened the door with a bang. 

Jean: HELLOOOOOOOO!

Eren: Ew.

Jean: Get lost - the boy shook his head and placed the bag he carried with him on one of the nightstands- I brought what you wanted me to. 

Eren: So, shall we cherry? -  he asked, no one in particular. 

You: What is that? 

Jean: Kind of like a drinking game but not exactly. The rules are really simple. You dip a cherry in vodka and place it in-between your lips. The other person has to take the cherry without touching your lips OR they'll have to give you oral.

You looked away, squeezing your eyes and lips. 

Jean: All good?

Eren: It's fun. You don't have to, though.

Jean: Yeah if it's not something you think you could have fun with.

You: No I would actually try that.

Eren: Oh? - his tone changed. The boy took one of the already washed cherries. Jean handed him a plastic cup where he poured some vodka and dipped the fruit in it. He placed it on top of your lips and you aimed to eat it right away.

Jean: You broke the rule.

You: Fuck, I am sorry it wasn't intentional. 

Eren: It's okay. How did it taste?

You: Sweet and slightly bitter. 

His eyes narrowed at you. It almost looked like he was putting a lot of effort into getting the fruit in between his lips, that you've been dying to taste for a while.

You leaned closer to him and he purposefully pushed the cherry away with his tongue - Oh shit it fell. 

You: This was on purpose.

The boy placed his hand at the back of your head- I will give you a head if you want.

Jean: Can I join?

You nodded, embarrassed.

Another thing that has been a common fantasy of yours was to be fucked by two guys, but you never thought it would ever become reality.

Eren slid your right leg up. Jean did the same with your left one.

You laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

Jean lowered his voice, making it appear huskier - Relax, baby girl, you'll enjoy that tongue.

Eren lazily lifted your dress up, and Jean slid your pants down.

Both of them were taking turns to kiss on both of your thighs. You could feel your skin get more sensitive after every touch.

Blood rushed down and you felt warmth between your hips.

Jean spread your pussy open using his middle and index finger & Eren gave your throbbing clit a slow teasing lick.

Jean: She's getting wetter it's so hot.

Eren: I know.

This small dirty talk was causing your thirst for them to grow.

Eren: She is dying to get her hole licked, aren't you, y/n?

You let out a loud ' yes ' & shortly afterward you felt both of their tongues lick up and down on both of your pussy lips.

It made your toes curl.

Eren's finger started to slowly pump in and out of your hole as Jean's tongue was eagerly gliding up and down on your wet cunt.

The room got filled with your sweet " ah's " and "oh's".

At one point you felt both of their tongues battling one another across your clit and it was nearly leaving you breathless. 

The boys stopped and looked up at you.

Eren: Have you done this before?

You: As in a threesome?

He nodded. You replied with a '' no '. 

Eren: How is it going so far?

You: Amazing. I actually want to return the favor. 

Both of them stood up. 

Now you were off the bed, kneeling before them. You could see the lust in their eyes. Especially Jean's. 

Both of your hands took a place on both of their dicks. They were gently stroking them as your mouth was giving them licks and sucks on their tips, going from Jean's cock to Eren's back and forth, in a pattern. 

One thing you've noticed was that Eren was tenser, his body language was more indicative. He was rock hard, his pupils were dilated and he was thrusting in your mouth slightly when given the chance. 

As for Jean - he was more vocal. He'd let out some quiet groans here and there and you would occasionally hear some ' fuck yes '.

Eren: Go lay down. 

You did as ordered.

Jean: Hold on - the boy said and laid down first, leaning against the bed frame - you can lay on me.

You hesitated for a bit. Eren walked up to you, lifted your chin up, and kissed you. His hands slid down to your boobs and squeezed them gently. His thumbs massaged on your nipples. It made you wetter. 

" Okay... " you said and crawled on top of him, having him face your back. 

Jean placed his hand around your neck and kissed on it - Have you done anal? - he asked, whispering. 

You: No. 

Jean: Would you be interested? 

You: Yes. 

He placed his thumb on your lips, you licked it. 

Jean: Shitt...- he grunted and slid both of his hands down on your body, as yours were surrounded his, supporting your whole upper half. Your legs spread open and Eren made his way to you once again. 

His lips were on top of your clit, sucking and licking on it. 

His thumb moved down to your asshole and he carefully massaged on it in circles. He stopped for a second and looked at you - I am going to insert it in... - the boy spoke quietly while doing so.

Your body tensed up. You felt full but in a good way.

To your pleasant surprise, he was good at giving oral and a bit more gentle than his friend was.

Jean: Should I stick it in? I want to fuck you so hard, y/n.

You: Go for it.

Eren got on top of both of you. He leaned forward to give you a passionate kiss. He did the same to Jean. You noticed how attractive he looked up-close.

You: Fuck that's so hot...

Eren's cock slid inside your wet pussy as for Jean's, in your back entrance. Slowly.

You moaned as both of them started to push themselves inside you.

Eren was about an inch and a half bigger than Jean. It made you leak. He smirked - You're that wet for me?

You: Yes - you whispered against his lips and kissed him.

Both of them started thrusting inside your holes at a quicker pace.

You moaned loudly and leaked a bit more.

The pressure was building up rather quicker than you expected it to as your sweet spots were stimulated at the same time.

You: Fuck I'll squirt all over you.

Eren stopped moving and placed his lips on your neck, slowly kissing down on you.

His tongue teased your nipples. They hardened even more. Every touch of his, or Jean's was making your skin more sensitive.

The view of you and Eren indulging made Jean stop for a second as well and enjoy the show.

Your hips moved against Eren's.

He bit on your lower lip - That eager, huh?

You: Yes...

Jean's hands were firmly holding your butt, viciously slamming it down on his while Eren was filling you up from the front.

You were nearly reaching your climax and soon you squirted.

Both of them mentioned how hot this was.

You giggled a bit. - I am pretty sure we will ruin the mattress.

Eren: Who gives a shit...

Jean: Y/n...

You: Yes?

Jean: Can I cum in you?

You: Yeah...it should be okay.

Eren stopped and took a chair, sitting in front of both of you.

Jean used you for his own pleasure, as for Jaeger - for his entertainment.

He began to jerk off to the view of you being fucked.

Your hole was tight and it made Jean cum instantly.

Eren: Oh shit... -

You: Can I get off? - you asked Jean.

He said ' yes '. Before leaving though, you gave him a kiss, which he returned.

Next, your lips transferred to Eren's. He held the back of your head. Your fingers ran through his hair. Your eyes locked.

You: Do you need help?

Eren: Sure.

Once again, you kneeled down. Your tongue licked on his whole length. Your mouth was on his balls now, taking each one in as your hand was stroking him.

His breathing got heavier and his precum leaked.

You: Are you enjoying that?

Eren: Very much so fuck...

You: Cum for me, Eren.

The boy grunted and shot out a few loads - Enough! - he said and gently pushed you away.

You looked at him.

Eren: You should try sex on shrooms, it makes everything × 10 better.

You: I don't see why I wouldn't.

You blushed. Both of your wildest dreams have combined in one in just one night and you felt somewhat satisfied. Both- sexually and emotionally.

Eren: How are you accepting what just happened?- the boy asked as he stood up and handed everyone a tissue.

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Your Love Is My Drug

Clay Spenser x Reader

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“Where is Y/N? I've not seen her around tonight?” Ray asked Clay as he brought a fresh round of beers over.

“She’s out with her best friend, something about a much needed catch up” Clay laughed checking his phone to see the fifth drunk selfie came through making him smile. “They are on their way here now, just a warning she is drunk judging by her texts so let’s not feed her any more alcohol”

“Let the girl live a little” Sonny smirked knowing full well he wasn’t going to listen to Clay.

“You don’t have to deal with her hungover ass tomorrow” Clay said pointing the beer bottle at Sonny “I do, and trust me she’s hard work but it’s good job she’s cute”

As Clay brought the bottle to his lips the doors to the pub slammed opened followed by fits of giggles that made his heart skip a beat, looking over he saw you on the floor, heels in hand, laughing to the point you were crying. Making his way through the crowd he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you to your feet.

“Sorry Clay, she just kept knocking the shots back” Lexi laughed.

“It’s fine Lex, it’s not your fault” Clay smiled as he made sure you were steady on your feet. “She’s had a long week at work so knew she’d end up drunk”

“You got her?” She asked.

“Yeah you go enjoy the rest of the night” Clay laughed.

“Clay hiiiiiii” you slurred placing your hand on his cheek.

“Hi babygirl” he smirked “how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Only a ikkle bit” you whispered, holding your thumb and index finger slightly apart. “Am not drunk”

“You sure about that” he whispered, kissing you softly.

“Urm Nope” you giggled as you wiggled out his arms and stumbled over to the boys. The moment you were at the table you placed your heels in the center before working out which drink was Clay’s with a puzzled look on your face.

“He finished his darling” Sonny smirked, picking up a bottle and passing it to you. “But you good friend Sonny got you, your own”

“Thanks” you grinned, taking the beer off him, bringing the bottle to your lips, pretty much downing the whole bottle within minutes until Clay took the bottle off you. “Hey I wasn’t finished” you huffed as he sat down pulling you into his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No more baby” he whispered making you pout, “I’m just thinking of the hangover you will have tomorrow, you need to sober up a bit”

“You’re no fun” you said trying to fake cry but it wasn’t happening. “Clay Spenser the buzz kill”

“You will thank me in the morning” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. Before taking his cap off, giving it you to wear. “So just soft drinks for you now”

“Clay was right” Jase laughed “you are like an excited little puppy when drunk”

“A big fluffy golden retriever” you grinned before turning to Clay “no you’re the golden retriever” you giggled tapping his nose. “A big blonde golden retriever”

“Yeah definitely now more alcohol for you babygirl” Clay laughed at the annoyed face you were pulling, you thought you looked intimidating but to him you just looked cute.

A couple of hours had passed and you weren’t sobering up, thanks to Sonny. It looked like you were just drinking lemonade when in reality it was a double vodka and lemonade. It was always the same when you went out drinking, you’d always end up back here with your boys. But this was the first time you had been completely shitfaced and Clay decided to cut your alcohol off warning the boys not to give you any more but Sonny never listened.

You were all now around the pool table, Clay and Ray were playing whilst the rest of you hung around the table. Jason currently had his arm around your waist keeping you up right as there were no chairs. Leaning back against him you watched Clay, it was like the whole room disappeared when you looked at him, no one else mattered.

Feeling your heart skip a beat as he started laughing at something you realised just how in love with him your were, he was the one, the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seeing it in my dreams” you started to sing, there was no music just your drunk voice.

“Okay who’s been giving my girl alcohol” Clay laughed looking around the room. He knew you only randomly start singing without music at a certain level of drunk. Placing the pool cue down he took your drink out of your hands taking a sip before shaking his head at you laughing before looking at his best friend. “Sonny”

“Hey you try saying no to her when she gives you the puppy dog eyes” Sonny laughed.

“Yeah it’s game over when she gives you them eyes” Clay smirked, kissing the top of your head, taking the drink off you. “No more babygirl okay, I do not need you throwing up on the way home”

“I'm looking down every alley, I'm makin' those desperate calls, I'm staying up all night hoping. Hittin' my head against the wall. What you got, boy, is hard to find, I think about it all the time, I'm all strung out, my heart is fried, I just can't get you off my mind” you sang loudly as you wiggled out of Jase’s grasp to go to Clay, but you couldn’t really walk in a straight line at this point so stumbled, nearly face planting the floor of it wasn’t for Clay catching you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you had a massive grin on your face as you got lost in his blue eyes as you carried on the song. “Because your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love. I said your love, your love, your love is my drug. Your love, your love, your love. Won't listen to any advice. Momma's telling me I should think twice. Better left to my own devices. I'm addicted, it's a crisis”

As much as Clay tried to be mad at his best friend letting you drink more he couldn’t stay mad for long, one look in your eyes and he was grinning like an idiot, his hands were planted on your hips as you ran your fingers across his skin.

“My friends think I've gone crazy. My judgment is getting kinda hazy. My steeze is gonna be affected. If I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead” you giggled running your hands down his solid chest, not breaking eye contact. You paused for a moment, biting your bottom lip as you tried to remember the lyrics of the song but your mind was in a drunken haze. “Oh fuck I forgot the song”

“Thank god you are making my ears bleed” Lexi laughed making you give her the middle finger.

“Wait i've got this” you slurred as you hummed the song trying to remember where you got to, but little did you know Ray was filming the whole thing ready to tease you with come the morning. “I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay, I get so high when you're with me. But crash and crave you when you leave” you giggled as your hands still roamed Clay’s upper body.

Clay knew you couldn’t remember the whole song, but he didn’t care because he knew that even with you being so drunk that you meant every word you sung badly. Moving his hands to your waist he smirked leaning your back slightly as you moved one arm around his neck and the other on his cheek as he took a step, causing him to be closer to you but still making sure you were still standing before his lips connected with yours, the kiss was full of love and passion, and made your head spin even more. One kiss left your body tingling, your heart was racing all because of one man.

Pulling away from the kiss you stared into his eyes with a massive grin on your face.

“I love you Babygirl” Clay grinned.

“I love you too” you giggled as you started stroking his beard. “Hey I like your beard”

The whole group erupted into laughter as Clay guided you to a small round table Sonny had found, in one movement Clay picked you up making you squeal before he placed you down on the table. “One more game baby then we are going home”

“Okay” you nodded as you learn back against the wall.

After about 10 minutes Ray nudged Clay making him look over in your direction to find you were now asleep resting your head against the wall.

“Well I guess that’s us out” He smiled hugging his brothers and Lexi. Carefully he wrapped his arms around you picking you up bridal style he knew that you had a hard week at work so he purposely only had a few beers and was still good to drive. The slight movement disturbed you as Clay adjusted his grip to make sure he didn’t drop you.

“Hey” you mumbled in a half asleep drunken state.

“Babygirl go back to sleep” Clay whispered looking down at you with love in his eyes. “I’ve got you”

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8:34 PM- Jimin

(A/N: this characterization of jimin isn't how I see him, this is fiction bitch I made it up!)

Jimin was hard to define.

He wasn't a nice person, per say. It was doubtful anyone would say he's rude or malicious, but he wasn't the type of man to go out of his way to do anything for anyone. His morals were shaky at best, his motives were almost entirely self-centered and as long as he got what he wanted, that was fine.

"Who is that?" He asked the nearest person when he had spotted the girl with sleek hair and less than present eyes. You weren't aware of his stares, completely zoned out halfway across the room.

The girl next to him said your name like it was a bad word, raising her eyebrows in a particular way.

He didn't know what the look meant, or how it should've affected what he did next, but he got up anyway to go introduce himself.

You, as it turned out, were not a nice person either. You however, erred on the side of cruel but had friends despite this on account of your humor- which was both unexpected and offhand. You were a balancing act, a perfect example of duality. There was the side of you that was thoughtful and pensive but it was ruined by your stubborn will to do whatever first came to mind as a good idea. You could be crass and mean but would always marry it with the truth so well the receiving end would thank you for your input.

You were also a sort of social enigma in your circle- mainly because of the floating stories about you, which a man like Jimin, who had no interest in gossip whatsoever, wouldn't have heard of.

"Hello," He said, walking up to you. He was quite a bit taller than you and was the opposite in every way. In both looks and demeanor, the contrast was stark.

You peered at him in response, sipping the drink in your hand lightly. You had been floating around the party for hours now, getting sucked into conversation after conversation so thoroughly Jimin was confused as to how you knew so many people here. "Hi," you said quietly, your expression reading slightly disinterested.

"I'm Jimin, what are you drinking?" He asked calmly. His voice was deep and mellow, making you gravitate towards him unconsciously. The man was good looking, that was clear. Part of you was intrigued by him, a larger part was wary.

"It's a vodka sprite." You informed shortly, telling him your name a beat later. He nodded approvingly and offered to get you another, which you agreed to since you weren't exactly looking forward to buying yourself another.

"Are you here with someone?" He asked, gesturing to the bar. He moved in a way that felt too smooth to be real, a finesse to all of his gestures that made you want to pay attention to him as much as he wanted to do the same to you.

"I'm here with a lot of someones. I know about you." You said, smiling a little. You were almost positive he was the kind of guy who had girls falling for his charms easily, the piercing gaze, the fluffy quaffed hair, the full lips that always seemed to be sporting a smirk like he knew a secret he wasn't letting you in on. Too bad you had heard things about him, from friends of friends and overheard conversations at social gatherings.

Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Do you?"

"I do," You grinned, nodding. "I've heard about the way you treat girls. It's awful- you're kind of the worst, you know that?"

Jimin was taken aback by her bluntness but wasn't exactly disagreeing with her. "And why would you say that?" He chuckled, taking a step towards you. Jimin had to admit, your willingness to be so honest was disarmingly attractive and if you kept smiling at him like that he'd find himself completely defenseless.

"I would say that because you broke up with your last girlfriend of a year and a half over a text message and then proceeded to sleep with her roommate." You explained, taking a sip of the drink he had just bought you and taking a step towards him as well. "You haven't heard of me?"

"I'm sorry to say I haven't," He answered quickly, still not disagreeing with your accusations. "Who told you that very fun fact about me?"

"The roommate." You shrugged. "She said you have an interesting tattoo somewhere- is that one true as well?"

Jimin smirked and shrugged offhandedly. "Would you like to find out?"

"No," You laughed, bruising Arlo's ego slightly. He frowned and took a step back, which only had you laughing again. Jimin was conflicted- on one hand, he had just been turned down. On the other, your laugh was the most charming thing he had ever heard. You noticed him back off and took his hand to keep him near you, still with that smile on your face. "Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't mean anything by it. But come on, if you were in my shoes- meaning, if your friend told you all of those things about me, would you still want to talk to me?"

"Yes," He laughed ironically, "You're gorgeous, you could tell me you're the worst person on this earth and I would still want to talk to you."

You pressed your lips into a conflicted smile and looked up at Jimin, crinkling your nose slightly as he studied your facial expression. It was one of those looks where you clearly had a thought forming in your head and while usually Jimin was quite good at determining what people thought of him, with you things could go either way.

"Well maybe I'm not as desperate for affection." You shrugged, turning your attention back to your drink.

You didn't feel like indulging anyone's ego. Not even someone as pretty as Jimin. You finished your drink off and nudged Jimin for another, smiling when he agreed immediately.

"Do you know what phase the moon is in tonight?" You asked, following Jimin to the bar.

You kept close behind him, making sure to always keep at least one finger in physical contact with the man. Jimin felt heat from where you touched him, but again couldn't determine what it meant. Were you just trying to make sure you didn't lose him? Or were you flirting?

"No, I don't really pay attention to that stuff." He shrugged, wondering who the hell kept track of the moon. He got the attention of a bartender and ordered another vodka sprite for you and a whiskey for himself, wishing he was at home and could just drink wine instead. It was dumb of him not to just order what he wanted, but his older brother once said a man ordering a glass of wine at a bar was like announcing to the world that he was 85 and golfed on the weekends to avoid a loveless marriage- and Jimin really hated golf.

"I think it's a full moon. This building has a rooftop garden, did you know that?" You asked.

"No, why would I know that?" He snorted. You shrugged, taking your drink in one hand and thanked Jimin quietly as if you was being forced to. It made him laugh, the way you were only begrudgingly nice to him. "So you've heard all of those things about me, why are you humoring me right now?"

You sighed, looking around the room. "Did you notice that every girl here is either wearing a neutral color? I mean seriously, no one thought to wear anything interesting? And the men- they're all in casual suits that age them." You commented, scrunching your nose.

Jimin looked down at his attire immediately, realizing he too was wearing a casual suit that probably did age him. Then he looked at what you were wearing- a jade green dress that was too complicated to describe. All he knew was that it was sheer in the right places and the fabric was so interesting Jimin almost wanted to reach out and touch it. You were special, that much was so clear to him.

"What are you getting at?" Jimin asked, wondering what clothes had to do with his question.

"I'm saying, I'm bored. Everyone looks the same and I've had the same conversation five times over tonight. But when you came up to me and suddenly, things seem less boring." You explained slowly. He looked down at you, slightly weirded out with how quickly this conversation was progressing.

"What I'm getting at is, do you want to go look at the moon with me?" You asked, pointing towards the roof.

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[getitinbusan]

The Music Room -

Min Yoongi 18+ Smut

Part of the Lost Boys Series

JIN • NAMJOON • YOONGI •

Warnings: 18+ smut, MF sex, MF oral, A playful bite, Swearing.

Words: 3075

Summary: A stand alone series about a misfit friend group of seven boys. These stories are a day in the life snip it of who they are, where they came from and how they love.

The melody drifting up the barren hall floated through the air like it was made for your ears alone.

The poetic rhythm of the keys made you pause, listening enviously at the talent of whomever was playing.

But who was playing? It was 8 am on a Friday, the room should be vacant. Pulling up the music rooms schedule on your phone, you weren't wrong. The first spot of the day was yours for the entire semester. 

You knocked lightly. The sound stopped and the bench made it's familiar dragging noise across the concrete floor. 

Pulling the heavy windowless wood open by it's cold handle you peeked inside. He scrambled, seemingly embarrassed, shoving his sheet music into his backpack. 

"You should be more careful with your notes, don't want to ruin any masterpieces." 

"No fear in that," he mumbled.  "They're just a bunch of scribbled ideas."

 Pulling the zipper shut he slung it over his shoulder.  "Sorry, I didn't know this was your time slot." 

"It's fine." you tried to smile at him but he kept his eyes down.

"Don't you have the schools app? I can check to see when you're supposed to be here." You tapped the widget,  "What's your name?"

"It's fine, I'm actually not on the schedule." 

"Oh, why not? You sounded great. If you missed the cutoff you can still be added to a wait list. People drop out all the time." 

He looked up and grinned. By God if he wasn't the most beautiful boy you'd ever seen.

"I don't belong here." 

"Don't say that. I was listening and you're really talented, you deserve to be here just as much as any of us." 

"I don't though." His eyes met yours and you were done for. "I don't go here, I'm not a student." 

"Ahh, I guess that's a problem." 

"I already said I'm sorry," he got defensive. "I'll just get out of your way."

He started towards the door.

You tugged his backpack. "So is breaking into schools and playing piano a weird hobby of yours?"

You tried to lighten the mood, "you've got a little Phantom of the Opera University edition kink?" 

He laughed. "I'm not technically breaking in, I do have a key fob." He held up the school ID. "It's my roommates. And if you want to know about my kinks you're gonna have to get to know me a little better." 

You stepped closer and took it from his hand.

"Park Jimin, Performing Arts." Handing it back you eyed him up and down. "So what's your story….."

"My name's Yoongi."

Pulling a chair out from the corner you sat and rummaged through your backpack until you pulled out your breakfast. 

"Listen Yoongi, I was just going to sit here. I need logged practice time for course credit." 

You peeled your clementine, "So if you want to stay and play, be my guest."

He looked at you unsure, "Why would you do that for me?" 

You smiled and shrugged. "I like your face." 

Turning red he plopped his knapsack back onto the floor and reclaimed the bench. 

You waited until his fingers were just about to land on the keys. "I do have one condition though." 

He froze, "Yeah, what's that?" 

"You have to take me for coffee later and tell me your story. Agree?" 

"I Agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to ask you out anyway." 

You probably wouldn't have given up your time but you were intrigued. Park Jimin was an amazing dancer. The curious boy who was here on scholarship was often the subject of conversation in the dining hall. Not only was he good looking but he was a mystery. He hung out with the strangest group of friends, seven misfit boys who were proud to not fit in. In this small University town they stood out as odd, everyone referred to them as The Lost Boys. Yoongi, now being revealed to you as one of them, seemed harmless enough and the opportunity to get to know a piece of them was too good to pass. 

Walking and talking up the worn concrete path you made your way through the bustle of pajama clad students trying to get to class. 

"Don't you have to be somewhere?" 

"Yeah, but I don't care. I'd rather get to know you." 

"You should go, I'm not so important that you should lose a day of school over me." 

"It's all bullshit anyway Yoongi, it's not going to get me anywhere." 

He stopped abruptly, now just outside the small coffee shop. "You sound like a spoiled brat." 

You were shocked, who the hell was he to speak to you like that? 

"I'd kill to be in your position and you don't even give a shit about just squandering it away." 

He pulled the door open and looked at you crossly. "Still want that coffee?" 

You stepped in front of him and shot him a dirty look. "I do. You owe me AND because I'm a brat I'm going to order the fanciest thing on the menu. TO GO!" 

He silently walked behind you, following to the counter while you placed your ostentatious order. You stood studying him while he asked for an iced Americano. His blond shaggy hair skimmed his chocolate eyes and his sexy lips seemed to  always sit in permanent pout. They looked like they'd be nice to kiss. 

"You want to stop staring at me and take your expensive drink. You're holding up the line." 

You blushed, knocked from your daydream admiration by his deep voice.

You huffed while pulling the chair out, making a show of your annoyance, situating yourself at the corner table.

"I thought you were getting it to go?" he barbed. 

"Why would I do that when I can be a pain in your ass a little bit longer? You promised to tell me your story, let's hear it?" 

His inhale was deep. Anxiety? Apprehension? A mix of both? His eyes stared at his coffee while his fingers fiddled with the straw. "I want to be a musician." 

"Well I figured that much." 

"Listen, if you really want to know can you just shut up? This isn't an easy thing for me to talk about, I don't just tell everyone." 

"If you don't want to tell me don't" 

He cut you off. "But I do want to, for some stupid reason."

"What reason?" 

He exhaled with a smirk. "I like your face." 

You smiled, "Then please continue." 

"I want to be a musician. I write music and lyrics and it's all I've ever wanted my entire life."

He took a sip of coffee. "My parents didn't approve of my choices so I decided to move out on my own and live my life how I wanted." 

You nodded in understanding. 

"I didn't take into consideration how hard exactly that would be, but I'm a proud man, and there's no going back." 

"So what do you do? You're not a student, do you work?"

"Yeah, I deliver food and groceries part time. It doesn't pay much but the basics are covered." 

You looked down at your shitty expensive coffee in guilt, maybe you were just a spoiled brat.

"So whenever I'm not working I try to get as much practice and writing in as I can. I use Jimin's fob to get into the music room and that's where I am most nights...all night." he shrugged in omission. 

"So no time for a girlfriend?" you felt silly the moment it left your lips. 

"I didn't think so." He looked up for the first time since the conversation started. "But," he smiled, "I think given the right person priorities could definitely be changed." 

Talking into the afternoon time flew away. Several less expensive coffees later he looked at his phone and frowned. "I've got to go to work." 

He stood up and gathered his things. "But I'd love it if we could see each other again." 

You stood to go too. "Next Friday 8am? I can let you in with my fob?" 

"That sounds really nice." His hand reached out and his fingers brushed across yours as he took the tray from you. "But I was hoping I wouldn't have to wait that long. We're having a party tonight at our place...will you come?" 

You sat on the edge of the sofa watching the group around you getting drunk and philosophical. Definitely nothing like a frat party, these guys were a different breed.

His roommates were all handsome in their own way and something about them just set you at ease. No pretensions, no apologies, they were just who they were having fun.

Finally seeing him walk through the door your heart raced when his eye caught yours.

"I'm sorry I'm late, they kept getting orders." 

"It's okay. Your roommate..." you pointed to Seokjin. "The one with the really broad shoulders, he kept me entertained with some pretty good jokes." 

He scrunched his nose, "really, really sorry." 

You pulled a bottle vodka out of your purse and raised your brows. "Are you ready for some fun." 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch until you were close enough to hear without having to shout.

"I'd like to grab a shower. Do you want to wait in my room for me? I mean...if you're uncomfortable down here by yourself." 

It was a no brainer, the sexual tension and chemistry you'd had all day was like a current of electricity running between you.

"Lead the way." 

You looked around his room while he was showering. Sure the mattress was on the floor but the bed was made and his clothes were hung neatly in the closet. His dresser was stacked with notebooks that were overflowing with lyrics. Pieces of paper with doodles and random words loosely spilling from between the pages. 

Pictures, they must be family, small resemblances in their smiles and it looked like he had a brother. 

He had a shelf full of colognes. Picking up the Paco Rabanne he walked in as you were pulling the cap off to sniff it. 

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosey, I just wanted to know what you smelled like." Idiot, of all the creepy things to say. 

He smiled, "It's alright, I'm not hiding anything." 

"No," your cheeks flushed when it finally registered that he was half naked in front of you. "I guess you really aren't." 

"Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just forgot to grab my clean clothes before I went in." He opened a drawer to pull out a shirt. 

"It doesn't," you blurted embarrassed. 

He pulled his hand away from the clothing and raised his brows quizzically, "So you don't want me to get dressed?" 

You walked towards him, he was gorgeous. Water droplets still clung to his muscular chest like he couldn't afford the time away from you to fully dry himself. 

"I think," you stammered, "That I'd actually prefer if you didn't."

You placed your hand on his bicep and waited for his response. 

It didn't come from words, it came from two soft warm lips attaching themselves to yours. 

"You're a good good kisser Min Yoongi. Is your mouth that good at everything?" 

"You mean like singing?" He teased your lips with his while he popped the button on your jeans. 

"No," you giggled. 

"Then you must mean biting?" His teeth lightly bit the flesh of your thigh as he kneeled to lower your pants and underwear. 

"Nope, that's not what I meant either." 

"Oh, I know, you must mean eating?" His warm tongue found your clit and gave it a little flick. "I think I'm pretty good at it." 

You ran your fingers through his hair while he looked up at you hungry. 

"Prove it," you moaned." 

Stepping out of your pants you leaned back against his dresser. Ass resting on the edge he opened your thighs, a low mumble of, "fuck" drifting out of his mouth before he dove in. 

His large hands held you open while his silky tongue explored every crevice of your sex sending your senses into a frenzy. Coming up for air every so often he'd moan at the loss of your taste before inhaling and going back in for more. He wasn't methodical, his mouth was unpredictable. One minute his tongue would be deep inside you and the next he'd have his lips around your clit sucking softly. 

"Come over here with me."

He led you to the bed, taking off your shirt before guiding you down. Your eyes ran over his body stopping at the bulge under the tightly wrapped terry cloth towel. The wetness in between your legs grew just thinking about getting to see it. 

He laid down beside you, holding your face and kissing you while you reached to undo his shroud.  

Smiling, he pulled your hand away, "I'm not done with you yet. Tell me what you want me to do to you." 

You had to rub your legs together for friction, he was driving you wild. "This morning, when I watched you playing?" 

He smiled like he knew.

"All I could think of was how sexy your..." He stopped your words by hooking two fingers  into your mouth and rubbing them against your tongue. 

"You were thinking about how good these would feel inside you?" He kissed your neck, "You really know what you want huh?" 

"Some people even say I'm spoiled."

"Do you always get your way?"

He plunged them inside of you changing your words of, "I hope so," into a long drawn out moan.  

Kissing his way down your neck and over your collar bones his mouth lingered on your breasts. Skimming his lips across your nipples he watched as they hardened into excited little buds. A small smile graced his face, he was clearly proud of how he was making your body react. 

His long piano fingers played skillfully inside of you while he latched onto your nipple and suckled. Your heart beat loudly like it was part of the parties soundtrack, the music  reverberating through the floor as he fingered you. The whole unfolding scene felt like a dream. Dizzy and intoxicated from lust and heavy breathing you didn't want to wake up to a reality other than this one.

A thud outside the door snapped you back, your thighs clamping shut on his hand as you pulled the covers up to hide yourself. 

"It's locked, nobody can get in, don't worry." He pulled the sheet back off of you to continue his work. 

"Are you sure they can't get in?"

A loud moan rang through the hall and the thuds against the wall gave away the truth. 

"I'm sure they have their own agenda." 

You flopped back trying to regain the moment while his fingers  stroked your walls. 

It was distracting at first, people fucking right outside his door. But a few minutes of listening to their pleasure, of hearing their moans and the pleas of harder, you were more turned on than ever. 

He watched you unravelling at the  pornographic sounds. "You wanna cum when they do?" 

"Please..please," you begged in time with the drag of his fingers. 

The sounds escalating on both sides of the wall seemed to add fuel to the fires of both immanent orgasms. Just as the stranger in the hall screamed her end, Yoongi pumped and sucked harder until you finished longer and louder than your unknown counterpart. He laughed as he pulled his fingers out of you, the strings of excitement cleaned off with a lurid suck of his own digits. 

Your head was still reeling when he pulled his towel off. His thick beautiful cock looked so hard and ripe as he reached in his drawer for a condom. 

"Can I put it on you?" You took it from his hand and ripped the package open. Holding it between your fingertips you got closer and ran your tongue around the head of his cock. The taste of pre cum on his freshly washed dick made you ready for more.

Giving him a few deep sucks and pumps you needed him now. He watched while you rolled the thin latex tightly over his twitching thickness and straddled him, wasting no time to begin bouncing on his cock. 

Your kisses were messy, hands entwined in his hair, your breasts grazing against his skin with every thrust while you rode him. "Fuck, you feel so good." 

His hands gripped your ass squeezing as he moaned underneath you. Orgasm building like a hurricane, the eye of the perfect storm became more imminent with every slide of your pleasure point against his soaked pubic trail.

"Make me cum Yoongi." 

He flipped you swiftly onto your back and his hips picked up the pace to the finish line. Thrusting in between your open thighs his cock drove you to convulsively cum, your cunt squeezing his own warm liquid into the condom between you. 

He lay with his arms around you in silence. Your head on his chest listening to his heart slowly make it's way back to a normal pace.

"I can't promise you anything more than who I am. I don't have anything to offer you but dreams that may or may not come true."

He stroked your hair as he spoke his truth. "I'm working hard, but I can't guarantee that I'll ever amount to anything more than a delivery boy." 

You sat up on your elbow and stared at the man you'd just fallen in love with. "I want to share all of my time with you Yoongi. In fact, I insist you take it. I've heard you play and I believe in you."

You waited until your lips were just about to land on his. "I do have one condition though." 

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Yeah, what's that?" 

"You've got to promise you'll write me a song. Agree?" 

His fingers splayed caressing your back, he couldn't help the huge smile that took over his face when he kissed you. 

"I agree. But you didn't have to give up your time for that, I was going to do it anyway."

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