#guys its fucking 2 in the god damn morning

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.63)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: you never thought that just cuddling with Hobi on a cold day could lead to this; his pants off and you begging "Daisy please-"

Tags: fluff, a little hurt but mostly just comfort, first times, soft cuddle sex, unintentional mutual somnophilia, knotting, scenting, under clarified limits, a touch of slick kink, breeding kink, a touch of size kink (you know the good stuff), unrealistic amounts of cum, implied belly bulge, implied feral sex, small triggers after sex, small references to past abusive relationships, hole check's, knot checks, dom/sub undertones to later scenes but not in the main smut,

W/c: 14.2k

A/n: thank you guys for being patient for this next chapter :) it's one of my favorites so please give it lots of love! i know we've all been waiting for hobi's confession and the completion of their arc, did i do it justice? Also i'm sorry that i have a pathological need to end every single chapter with a cliffhanger lol, this one is no different!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

(5 years ago. Before Yoongi. Before everyone.)

Jung Hoseok cleans his arms in a bathroom. He is 21 years old, there is lipstick on his fingers, and nothing bad has happened to him yet.

Bad is all relative of course. Some would call growing up in a rich area while living in a one-bedroom apartment bad. Some people would call not really knowing your parents because they work late nights bad. Some would even say that the fact that they won’t pay for Hoseok’s college education a fucking tragedy.

But between you and me and Hoseok; other people wouldn't know a fucking tragedy if it hit them in the fucking face. Talking to some people about your suffering is like trying to make a toddler shoot the broad side of a god damn barn with a double barrel shotgun. Or like those little lemon slices they put in the water at olive garden-

It's fucking useless. And you're more likely to be sent to the hospital than get some actual fucking results. Weather it's because of food poisoning, a bullet wound, or because some idiot you trusted thinks you're a god damn suicide risk.

See right? Talking about your problems is fucking useless.

But he’s always been able to focus on the brighter side of things. It's a blessing and a curse because optimism always lies to you. It's easier to be happy than it is to be upset, at least for Hoseok at this moment.

At least he was an optimist until they ruined him a little. After this year, finding the silver will take effort.

The tiles beneath his feet are cold to the touch. He knows that there’s a button somewhere to turn on the heated flooring but he just can’t find it. Hidden and unfamiliar as he is with this den. So different from his own little dormitory halfway across the city.

This fancy three-bedroom apartment is one that he will move into in precisely 4 months once they make it official, he’ll live here for exactly 2 years 3 months, and 8 days before being kicked out and moving into the pack's den. It’s exactly 2 years to the date that he meets Min Yoongi in the record store.

But nothing bad has happened to him yet. Today he is just himself, No idea of what's about to befall him and that It won't just be bad.

This apartment is upscale, with its wainscotting and long gauzy curtains that barely keep out the sound of the city streets 5 stories below and the lightly warm June morning. He’s not quite sure who pays for this one yet. Hasn’t had the chance to ask, he's only been seeing this pack for 2 months. This Hoseok is shyer than the one you know. Timid and unsure of where he should place his dulled claws.

It's all awfully mysterious. The question of "What do your parents do?" and the answer pressed to a raised finger. The truth lingering between lipstick and manicure on a single giggled breath.

"That's a secret"

He casts a glance around the bathroom, the marble counters, the plush hand towels, and even the designer soap is forghein to him.

Rich people.

It's one part tired jealousy and one part true distaste. Even if Hoseok had all the money in the world he wouldn't waste it on painting a bathroom white or powdery Dior soap. Why not blue or orange or green or pink?

(Oh Hobi. The pack’s bathroom will be green one day, with delicate tiles in the shade of the lightest moss. Not yellow-toned and not blue. he's going to help yoongi pick it out, He just doesn’t know it yet).

Their apartment is just a few blocks from the college that he attends, a freshman but not for much longer. A freshman, along with the pack's youngest. Her on the business track and him in a weed-out art department. The prerequisite humanities course is their shared battleground.

Out of everything in this story, this is the only true coincidence.

This version of Hoseok likes omegas with a bit of a dark side. The ones that are a bit bitchy, a bit entitled and alot pretty. The ones that hone their eyeliner to a vicious edge, or the male ones that act a little bit more like alphas and disobey gender norms. That’s what drew his eye to this pack's youngest in their hum 1 class.

He got a little melty when her eyes turned less “I’ll kill you if you even sniff in my direction” and more “A pretty alpha like you has to have a pack right?”

Hoseok had stuttered when he’d said that No- he didn’t.

Before long he’ll drop out because he just can’t cut it at art school. Just can’t spend nights with fingers black from charcoal, working on things that will one day be thrown in the garbage because he’ll have a pack to attend to. Good alpha that he is.

(It will be years before he realizes that it wasn't art school just mediums. He’s meant to use flowers to make things instead.)

They’re not his pack yet, not yet. not yet. Not Yet- But there is a gift waiting for him downstairs. A fancy set of pastels and paints. It’s the start of courting even though he’s supposed to be the one buying them gifts. He’s the penniless college student they’re the ones with the nice apartment. He’s the one with the knot, and they’re all omegas. It’s a give-and-take.

Yet somehow even though he’ll be the only alpha he knows he won’t be the pack alpha.

He cleans the lipstick from his fingers. Bright red. He knows he has it in other places too, down below the tugged low hemline of his pants pulled on after they were done fucking.

The last thing he wants to be is like the other alphas in the fraternities on campus, the ones that holler at all the omegas shit like “I can taste your slick from here baby,” and “want to study anatomy together? I’m a hands-on learner” Hobi dreads the idea that he might be like that. Even a little bit. Even unintentionally.

But still, their words from earlier ring in his ears.

“They haven’t been dating for that long, you can’t expect us to be comfortable all the time with you in our nest, it's a really intimate thing for us."

Hobi feels like one of those phraternity alphas when it makes him uncomfortable.

It’s reasonable that they wanted to give his knot a ride and try him out before they make it official. One alpha and four omegas, these odds are every alpha’s wet dream. He knows his performance was Oscar-worthy.

It had been nice to be in a nest for just a little bit, Hoseok’s biology wants it, the tense knot between his shoulders all loose.

Hoseok has never been loved by someone who wanted to talk to him every day, it will be easy for them to reduce his focus to their beck and call.

There's 4 different colors of lipstick on his cock. Four different shades from four different women. His new packmates get to the carrot part of the carrot and stick arrangement.

In the future, he’ll deny that he ever thought of any of these women as that- as packmates. He'll say it was only ever Namjoon’s pack that he wanted in this way. He’ll say it never compared and it didn’t. Except for these first few months. These first few days.

Memories lie to us all the time; memory is the best secret keeper.

He watches one of his packmates sit on the edge of the nest, she wears the lipstick prints better than he does. Lining the inside of her thighs, her own lips smudged.

Hoseok doesn’t let the smile fall from his lips and she smiles back. She tugs her long hair free of a bun that she’d put it up in so that she didn’t get slick in it. It will be a few more months until she cuts it above her collarbones. Blunt to a brutal edge.

Hoseok’s sweatshirt is on the edge of the nest, and Hoseok watches as she brings it to her nose, breathing in deep. Hoseok is just about to say that she can wear it when she throws it onto a nearby ottoman. Not onto the floor thankfully. No omega has ever worn his sweatshirt before. Hoseok tries not to let the rejection of his scent sting.

She looks at the lipstick on Hoseok, there’s a bit on his lip. “Come here.” She asks, parting her legs.

Hoseok is a good alpha and goes.

~-~

(Now, You and Hobi)

When Hobi wakes it's because the pack is moving around the room, bickering, and struggling to be quiet, bickering a little.

Their low hum drum voices as they talk about “Jungkookie? where did you put my mittens?” and ”I sort of love that you still wear mittens, babe.” Yoongi’s deep rumble, “Did Jimin buy those for you too?” All teasing and understanding. Because if anyone knows how Tae likes to be teased, Yoongi does.

Tae’s fond little croon is so melodic it makes Hobi sigh, ears straining to hear more of it. “Yes, he did. Got pup matching ones too.”

Pup. that’s you. Curled in the center of the nest under Hobi's elbows. dozing but unable to lift your head from where it's pillowed. You’re sure that Yoongi knows you’re kind of awake or at least listening in because Yoongi knows everything.

You’re sure that as he looks down at you and Hobi tangled together, he’s doing it with a smirk. You don’t need to open your eyes and double-check.

The temperature of the nest is balmy, overly warm in the way that it gets when it’s cold outside and the nesting is hitting so particularly good that Hobi won’t even think of moving. (The way it feels when you come out of the cold and into the waiting arms of someone you love) Hobi nuzzles into the warmth in front of him.

A small storm brews outside. The snow has been falling since midday. Just a little here and there. But Tae loves how it looks with all the Christmas lights. There aren’t quite enough up yet but the holiday season is close.

But the snow won't last, soon it won’t be falling at all. It will all melt off by tonight, the afternoon is supposed to be sunny. Can sun showers happen with snow?

"Do you think we could walk all the way to the gym, it's not all that far! only like 10 miles. We could run it in like an hour!"

He listens to the others talk. The sound of Yoongi’s voice, gravely and vaguely upset. “Jungkook, you’re not really thinking about going to work out right now- You’ve barely been home for like 5 hours. I just said we could go do something not run 10 fucking miles.”

Jungkook always gets this way; when the dizziness of the seizures turns to restlessness and he's honestly fine but the others can't resist trying to baby him. Too awake to sleep anymore. He sounds grumpy, whiney, and pouty even though Hobi's eyes aren't open to see him turn his puppy eyes on Yoongi. “I’m never going to be able to sleep tonight if I don’t hyung- I’m gonna go crazy.”

There’s the faint sound of lips meeting and smacking. Kisses that are probably meant to soothe Jungkook. “How about we compromise pup.”

“A walk?” Tae offers, sounding hopeful.

“A long walk.”

You shift a little and Hoseok opens his eyes. You're mostly still asleep just settling, making yourself more comfortable with the new space no longer corralled by arms and bodies.

Hobi’s mouth is dry when he watches you shift onto your stomach your face half-smushed into the cushions, scenting them a little in your sleep. The homey scent fizzle in Hoseok’s bones tells him that you've scented him too. Being surrounded by the pack's scent like this makes Hobi’s skin feel like pop rocks. Like his bones are mentos and coca cola. All sensitive and tingly.

He’s cuddled with you before- through your nightmares and last night at the hospital of course- but it’s never been just the two of you in a nest. He’s never been the only alpha here, charged with guarding the pillows and blankets and you curled soft in the center.

Hobi tentatively puts an arm around your waist, tugging you a little closer. The house still hasn't totally warmed up yet and you'd be cold without some body heat. He does it slowly, seeing if you’ll wake.

There is a hand in his hair, petting softly, and he snatches his arm from around your waist the second Hoseok realizes he's being watched. Yoongi leans over the edge of the couch-turned-nest, smirking a little. The door shuts behind Tae and Jungkook with a puff of cold air, and he raises his eyebrows expectantly.

He would look intimidating if his beanie didn't have cat ears. 

The pads of Yoongi's fingers rub soothing circles under Hobi's jaw and his lips part unintentionally. “Be good yeah?” he says, whisper soft. Hoseok just nods, too sleepy to verbally respond.

They haven’t talked much about Hobi’s confession; that night on the beach what feels like ages ago. But everytime he thinks of it Hobi still tastes salt on his tongue and your name on his lips. 

Yoongi’s wearing the same look now that he did then; half hopeful and half worried. But if there was anyone that would object on your behalf, if Hobi wasn't allowed this closeness with you, Yoongi would tell him.

Yoongi doesn't say that you and him aren't ready for cuddling like this. Yoongi doesn't say that Hoseok should give you space or not cradle you to his chest like you are something as fragile and necessary and as doomed as his beating heart. Trembling and stuttering with the force of sweet expectations and hopes made hollow with satisfaction.

Yoongi does not realize that Hoseok's heart has not had a steady beat since he woke up holding you.

Yoongi doesn't say anything. Yoongi just drags a single knuckle down his cheek and leaves. Heading out after Tae and Jungkook who are, judging from the hallow sound of snow hitting the windows- are having a snowball fight.

“If one of those hits me I’m not holding anyone’s hand for the whole walk-“

The door keeps out the sound of Tae's sweet giggles and Jungkook’s pouted, "just one hyung- I won't hit your face-" 

And the two of you are alone. Wrapped up warm, quiet and hushed, just the two of you.

Well, except for Noodle.

The meticulously kept edge of the nest is all fluffed, Noodle makes sure of it. Small paws depressing the blanket as he kneads it and then settles on the edge. His purr is audible from here as he blinks slowly from the bottom of the couch turned nest. Jin wrangled him for a brushing yesterday morning and his coat still looks extra fluffy and kempt. 

Unwatched and unjudged, Hobi tentatively reaches to cradle your ribs again. Thumb smoothing down the center of your stomach, a little close to your belly button. You’ve got a little hair there. Hobi’s fingers like the feel of it. Not rough but not silky.

Your skin feels like champagne bubbles and sparklers, everywhere he touches your skin goes fizzy. Hobi looks down at you, breath hitching, and thinks Is it really so horrible to want this? Why am I so afraid of this? 

You wiggle a little closer in your sleep and Hobi’s arm goes vicelike.

Noodle's purr goes a little louder. 

Hobi doesn’t like to think about his last pack ever, but he recognizes that hollow ache and tug that says memories aren’t too far behind. And it threatens to swallow him until he looks down at you. The house is quiet but your eyebrows are puffed up like something very shocking is happening in your dreams. He doesn't want to think about them right now. 

He drags his nose across your hairline; scenting you. Tasting your emotions on his tongue. Comfort. Ease. Arousal-sweet. Not all that abnormal. Not nightmares then. He is always on the lookout for them. After Jungkook and the hospital, he sort of thought they might come back. 

Hoseok counts his stars and snowflakes, and rests his forehead against the nape of your neck.

Over the next hour, you’re restless. Moving, worming your way closer to him as he goes in and out of sleep. You make a soft noise and he shushes you. a growl that says to stay put and alpha's here.

You blink slowly up at him. Hobi pulls back, taking his arm from around your waist, feeling like he’s just stolen candy from a jar on the counter that’s for him anyway. You stretch and don't comment on it, yawning. 

Noodle hops closer, squirming between the two of you and stepping over your shoulders. Meowing right in Hoseok’s face. “Alright alright, I’ll feed you again.”

You snuggle into the warm hallow he left on the couch when he detangles himself, hand under your cheek watching him as he stumbles out of the nest. Noodle follows tail held high. It's truly horrible. Leaving the nest when every bit of Hobi's body wants him to stay in the warmth. The house is always so slow to warm up. 

“Fuck the floors are cold.”

“Quick,” you say, face above the edge of the cover. Hoseok rushes, doling out a single scoop of dry food and then running back to you. Hobi wastes precious seconds to grab his headphones from the kitchen table before collapsing onto the couch where you hold the blanket up, sealing the warmth and him back inside. The headphones tangle between the two of you and he falls with a giggle. Disappearing among the white blanket. He sinks thankfully into the warmth, into the safety that the nest offers. Into you.

Your warm arms wrap around his shoulders and his body shivers delightfully in a way that has nothing to do with the cold. Your jaw pops when you yawn and then he yawns too, a breath later. You laugh too and tuck your face into his shoulder.

“Fuck- it’s so cozy.”

It really is, the kind of cozy that only comes along a few times a year. A quiet to your bones that says there is nothing to do now but rest. The coldness that turns your bodies into these molten-loving things. Your warmth and Hoseok’s warmth. One warmth.

He breathes, deep and heavy.

“I don’t know if I want to get up yet.” The house is still quiet. Nothing but Noodles happy munching sounds and the faint scratch of big snowflakes hitting the windows.

Hobi’s heart beats frantic against yours and you sigh. “Wanna listen to some music?” He offers. Hobi always loves a backtrack, a little compliment for the exposition.

You nod, a little sleepy, but Hobi has a playlist for that. He’s got a playlist for everything including ’sleepy cozy pup time’. The headphones take a second to locate, lost in the nest. But when he does you share them. One earphone a piece, the sound turned low so you can still talk.

Hobi puts on a love song, and it makes you smell all sweet. Stretched out with your hair tangling because you’ve left it unbound, the split ends prodding at Hobi’s cheeks. He doesn’t really listen to the song, just watches you. Eyes closed humming softly.

Your scent sours and Hoseok's hand goes tight on your wrist. You tell him what's bothering you without him even having to ask.

“I saw this line the other day that didn't like." You look at the ceiling, not at him. "it said a love song is really good if you can’t tell whether they’re talking about another person or if they’re talking about god.”

You think about Jimin and Tae. You've been thinking about it since Tae talked about their childhood earlier and the bloody cross between the two of them. If holiness does exist, it’s in Tae. If there is anything like religion for you or Jimin, it's love. God has nothing to do with it. God's not the person who makes love songs sound good.

Hobi turns on his side, leaning on his elbow. “I’m not sure Jimin would agree with that either.”

You turn in time to see Hobi’s smile. It catches the sunlight, lingering right on his cheek. An octagonal shaft of sunlight that has traveled millions of miles to get there could not have found a more beautiful place to fall. He huffs a quiet laugh again, and you swear you might hear the highest note of a piano somewhere.

You wonder when he became so musical to you, maybe it’s just because he’s the person who made you love music so much.

(You can tell a love song is good, when it makes you think of Hobi).

“You’re still worried about him, aren’t you?” You rest your lips against his shoulder and Hobi’s body doesn’t move an inch. They’re soft where they lie not a kiss but not not a kiss either. You can rest your lips against his skin, you can rest your whole body and Hoseok wouldn't move an inch.

“Always worried, got to worry about Minnie. Always worried about everyone.” You mumble. Eyes closing.

The light comes through the windows all honey yellow, turning the bookshelves that Yoongi made gold instead of white. Turns the tops of Hobi’s hair a little red too, the brown has endless depths in the sunlight all burnt umber and Sienna where the sun hits, yellow ocher at the tips. The sunlight savors falling on Hobi, down to the last inch.

You try to keep your eyes open, struggling, and Hobi sets a hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair lightly.

"Go back to sleep pup."

You hum, already half there. He pulls you a little on top of him, holding you with a firmness usually reserved for too-large packages and the tenderness reserved for very fragile very precious things. It makes your whole body feel tingly at the edges.

“Thanks for not leaving the nest when everyone else did,” you think he might be asleep for how long it takes him to answer. But everything in the last 24 hours has left you feeling like you don’t want to be alone, that you can’t be left by yourself. He breathes up and it presses against your stomach.

“Didn’t want to go with the others- just wanted to stay here in the nest with you.” nesting is a biological need for alphas as much as it is for omegas, Hobi hasn't felt so relaxed in ages.

He murmurs, hand still skimming through your hair. His thumb rolling against the nape of your neck and you shiver hard into the touch, sinking further into him. “Is that okay?”

Your hand finds a spot under his arm and you use it to tug yourself closer, getting your forehead against his shoulder, the headphones slipping from your ear.

“Yeah. It’s always okay.”

Hobi tucks your hair behind your ear and puts the headphones back in.

The next time you wake it’s because Noodle is licking at your forehead, grooming you, and you hear the shutter sound of Hobi’s camera, his small giggle. You swat at noodles face and he bats at you a little before settling on the small of your back, fighting Hobi for necessary real-estate and howling when he gets pushed off.

“Nu, be quiet,” Hobi’s hushed words are answered with an equally quiet meow that sends you straight off to dreamland again.

You don't know how long it's been, it could have been hours or minutes the next time you wake. You just know that Hobi smells good, smells musky sweet caramel all drippy and heady, that you've got your nose pressed up against his scent gland. All surrounded by it. Surrounded by him.

The next time you wake is not so innocent.

You’re a little too close. Cuddling with Hobi in a way that you might with Yoongi- with Namjoon or Jungkook. All warm snug hot. Bodies and dreams tangled so thoroughly that it's hard to tell where dreamy wants begin and fragile delights end.

You’re warm at your front from Hobi and warm on your back from the sunshine streaming through the window. Warm all the way through. Until he moves his hand and you realize that’s from him too. His fingers splayed over your spine.

You think you can be forgiven for confusing them. Hoseok and sunlight are one and the same.

The apex of your thigh is pressed tight to his hip just where his thigh starts. Your leg hitched over his hip and tight to it. The fabric of his sweatpants and the fabric of your pajama shorts are all bunched up from your movements. Your knee bent at a comfortable angle. His scent is heady in your nose, pressed to the low tugged collar of his shirt just over his heart.

As close as you can be but still not enough.

You don't even realize your hips are moving, sleepily grinding against his thigh until it's too late.

Hobi grabs your hips and groans.

You stop mid-movement, thoughts sloshing sleepy. And oh, you were moving, weren’t you? There is a dampness between your thighs and the scent of slick and arousal sharp in the air. That comfortable pleasure hiccup in your throat that says you want to cum and can. could like this.

You jerk back from the warmth in front of you, startled into wakefulness as you realize exactly you were just doing.

Oh no- you didn’t mean- Hobi. Alpha, warm and comfortable at your front.

You start to back up, still half asleep, but terror and embarrassment flood you like the ocean floods the sea rocks at high tide.

Hobi groans, a deep near growl sound, and moves before you can back up even an inch. he was just as asleep as you just were until you pulled away. His sleepy brain still clings to you.

His hands slip lower, holding you tight against his front. His sleepy alpha brain is malfunctioning. Sweet omega needs to stay close. The source of his warmth and the friction against his front cannot slip away.

His hands are on your ass and your pussy is pressed flushed to his hip, and Hobi-

Hobi is your best friend, Hobi is your packmate and Hobi has to be unaware of what he’s doing. You’re sure of it. You try to pull away again from him fighting back more embarrassment than you've ever felt in your entire life, hands pressed to his chest.

But He pulls you right back to him.

Right into a unmistakable hardness poking at your stomach. Hard and warm. Right where you were grinding in your sleep.

Hoseok’s heavy breath brushes your ear.

Instincts are incredibly hard to describe. The way they hook into your consciousness and separate reason from action and want from logic. The part of you that’s in control, that recognizes that you and Hobi shouldn’t be this close like this if it’s not talked about, is so distant.

A needy sound echoes that might be from you, that is from you, as Hobi’s hands slide up your hips and under his sweatshirt. Cold hands on your warm hips and oh-

Hobi’s eyes are cracked open, looking down at you, watching you with pink cheeks. Tongue darting out to lick at his lip. “S’okey you just-" his eyes flutter closed again; breath warm against your face. "You take what you need.”

It’s only a testament to the pack's care that you associate these things with each other. Safety and coziness are just so close to pleasure and comfort. Your sleepy body associates this kind of nesting with sex. it's only natural that you'd get a little needy while inside of it.

You can get needy, Hobi doesn't mind.

Before either of you can say if you really should, if this is really a good thing to do without talking about it first. Hobi’s hands are on your waist, pulling you back snug, his hard thigh between your legs.

If you were more awake, you’d think better of it, you’d think so much but there is only that sweet pressure. The drag, the wetness, the soft little huffs of breath that he shushes when he lets you take what you need. Helps you with his hands on your hips and guides you back into rocking against his thigh.

You feel it all the way down to your toes when his hands slide down to the curve of your ass then back up again, underneath the hem of your shorts and then your sweatshirt- his too (all of you his). Rucked up to your ribs.

“Soft.” Hobi groans.

This must not be real. This has to be a dream. Because Hobi doesn't want to touch you like this, Hobi doesn't groan and twitch against your stomach or guide the movement of your hips with his hands into a slow grind that has you gasping against his jaw. Hobi doesn’t leave the seat of your pajama bottoms soaked with slick. Hole clenching around nothing already. Utterly boneless where you lie against his front.

There is one single moment where you look at each other, one single moment where you try to keep from going any farther. Even though you want it, even though he wants it too. If Namjoon and Jin have taught you anything they've taught you caution.

Hoseok can smell the others lingering on your skin, the spot on the top of your head where Yoongi rested his cheek. He leans down, brushing his lips over it. It’s such a tender gesture and it breaks the flood and he's tugging you up, tugging you even closer, desperation coloring his voice all sweet.

“Fuck- please.” His forehead rests against yours, “fuck I just need-“

You're not sure who moves first, who starts the kiss only that once you’re kissing him it’s hard to stop. One second you're holding back and the next you're kissing him like he's Yoongi and he's kissing you like he's starving.

Teeth clanging against each other, harsh as they nip. Kissing so good that when you pull apart for breath you're both gasping and it has nothing to do with needing air.

Hobi has such nice lips it’s no wonder that they’re heart-shaped. Made for kissing, made for the needy needy licking against the seam of his lips. He shifts turning you on your side, surging up to kiss you properly and put his weight behind it. cradling your head with one hand and your side with the other. You’re so pliant, so willing to let him kiss and take. You want him to take everything. arms around his neck.

He breaks apart, forehead resting against yours, heart beating so quick that he can feel it in his palms. Pupiles blown when he blinks. “If you take what you need, and I take what I need- Can we-“

Your hands thread hard in his hair. Tugging him back to your lips. Closer and closer. “Fuck Yes- please-“

You don’t know where the wanting comes from, why it’s raging through you like a fire. His lips move against yours frantic, you bite his lip and he jerks. Hovering over you with your back against the nest, all tingly and fizzy. Your bones feel like champagne popping, like shooting stars burning out.

Hobi’s hands shake when they touch your hips, just like yours do when you mirror him, your touches shy but just as hungry, tugging up his shirt, fingertips and nails pressing bluntly to his happy trail of fine dark hair. You can feel the way his cock jumps against your stomach and thigh when you scratch gently.

You pull back a little and sit up and it’s sacred; the way that he panics, scrambling to hold onto you. You're A little bit shy when you take off his sweatshirt, nothing underneath. hair fluffing when you get it free from the cotton.

Your bare skin and the cold room. You get goosebumps on your arms almost instantly when they cross over your bare chest. Hobi’s breath stutters in his chest, like roman candles flare and settle. Hobi takes his sweatshirt from you and sets it aside in his haste to hold you again.

He starts to tugs his pants down, getting tangled because he won't even pull back an inch from you. You kiss his throat, again and again making up for lost time. Sucking a mark there. His hands fumble with the waistband of his tied tight grey sweatpants. finding the loops and then freeze when he feels wetness. Pulling back and looking down just to make sure that that is what he thinks it is. you stop your kissing and look too.

There is a wet spot, darkening the grey material. Your slick from your grinding, the spot where you got so worked up and felt so good that you couldn't even help it. He pulls back so that the light can kiss it but yeah that's definitely from you. Evidence of how much you want this. Evidence of how much you want him.

Hoseok thinks you might have actually set his body on fire. Is about ready to start checking your fingers for matches.

You blush so hot that you think you might be burning in embarrassment. Hands between your legs, clutching at the material of the nest, so embarrassed you can't watch as Hoseok looks down at it and then up at you.

“I’m sorry I- I can’t help it- I'm always-“

Hobi’s hands smooth over the wet patch, splaying up to cradle his cock where you’ve left your mark. And he looks at you, jaw rolling and eyes dark. He doesn’t say anything. Can’t.

It’s hasty how you both move to take his pants off, and he kicks them to some forgotten corner of the nest, his boxers pulled off too, and then clings to you. You cling to each other. Kissing again. Hands knotting through his hair and tugging.

You glance down and oh- Hobi has such a pretty cock. the prettiest in the pack maybe (don't tell Tae), Flushed at the tip, hair neatly trimmed and curving up.

Your bare thighs press to his adds a whole new level to this, the skin there is sensitive and unknown. Lying thigh to thigh somehow feels more intimate than chest to chest as you lie the way lovers do, your leg, his, then yours again.

You’re damp between your legs when he touches, hands shaking. He doesn't bother to take off your shorts just tugs the soaked bit of fabric to the side. It’s been a long time since he’s touched a pussy but he knows enough to do it gently. Petting over your folds like he’s teasing a flower to bloom and opening a rose for a bouquet.

“Please” you gasp, hand vicelike around his wrist. Kissing his frantic pulse again. Hot lips and a cold nose drag down his throat. You hiccup as the pads of his fingers find your clit, shaking against him. "Please-"

But you don’t need to ask, you don’t need to beg. Whatever you need Hobi will give it to you. Your hands scratch as his back when he presses close, snaking underneath his sweatshirt. Breath heavy.

He kisses your neck and bites it when his length brushes the wetness between your thighs. Hot and honey slick. his hips press to your hips, harsh lines of his thighs pointing low that you like. There is so much about Hobi that you like; the way that he kisses, the way that he touches. oh- it’s better than you imagined.

His knuckles are glossy with your slick when he curls them against the nest, holding himself up.

Hobi bends down to skim a kiss across your neck, your collarbones, your sternum.

You laugh, your giggle high and bright. He has to pull back, not upset at all but wanting to laugh too, giggling too. “Why are you?”

Your smile means everything to him. “Your hair tickles.” It is kind of fluffy, kind of pulled everywhere from your kissing and you run your fingers through it, scratching a little around the nape of his neck, and Hobi is done playing.

He pulls back, already dripping a bit of precum, silvery and pearl like at the head of his cock, standing against his stomach. a little hidden because he's still wearing his sweatshirt. Checking because he can’t not check.

“Is this- can I- fuck are you-“

“Daisy, please-“ Oh, how that pet name unhinges him.

He won't make you wait another second for it, hands shaking as he holds your hip. Shushing your needy whimpers with a soothing alpha rumble as he guides his cock close. Giving you what you both need.

Hoseok is not as big as Namjoon or Tae or Jimin, but he’s properly thick. Not the kind of thickness that knocks the breath out of you but the kind that fits just right. Not enough to make you ache or hurt even a little. It doesn’t hurt at all when he eases in slowly.

It doesn’t hurt at all.

That might be because of how soaked you are; dripping messy underneath the warm humidity of the blanket. The visual of your glossy pussy robbed from him but unimportant as Hobi stares at your face, resting his head against your forehead. Watching your eyes dilate and eyelashes flutter. “There we go- fuck-”

It’s not worth pulling back to separate how close you are. How good it feels to press his chest to your chest, not even a single inch separating you. His kisses go gentle and messy, moving against yours in a gentle rhythm just like his hips after he gives you a second to grow used to it. Rocking just a little.

Hoseok has heard the others talk about your pussy, those moments that he tried to block out at the beginning and then started to file away once loving you got more real. But for everything he's heard from his packmates, nothing compares to the reality.

The closeness. The way your hips fit. The hot- too much- clench around him.

He understands a little maybe, fully buried in you for the first time, why they talk about it so much. Why Jungkook had slipped it into dirty talk a few times with Namjoon and why it had made him growl and cum so quick. Why Tae had teased Yoongi for hogging you.

Your pussy feels like an inside joke in all the best ways, the kind of inside jokes that always have you feeling both known and loved. You can’t remember what you used to laugh about when you were a teenager and if asked Hoseok would fail to describe why sex with you feels so full. Why it feels like highlights and golden ages, the golden hour drenching you. It’s not sex for pleasure’s sake and it's not sex for closeness's sake either- although that’s part of it.

It’s not sex at all, it's making love. With Hobi, it’s making love from the beginning.

It's not instincts and mating bond urges. It’s not one submissive giving to a dominant. It’s not about protection and safety even though that's there or because you're an omega and he's an alpha. Because he's a man and you're a woman.

It's just love, that's it.

And it doesn’t hurt at all. For either of you.

The eye contact is never ending, his warm and fucked out the more he rocks. Gentle at first and building up frantic. Hobi doesn’t fuck like the rest of the pack does either; he doesn’t speak, letting out these quiet heavy breaths and shushing your squeaks with soothing alpha grumbles. His thumb wiping away the few overwhelmed tears that slip out and a smile swallowing your hiccuping breaths.

"Fuck” he breathes, moving his hips a little faster. His stomach presses to yours damp and tacky with sweat. Hoseok’s doesn't fuck in and out all the way, hardly moving away from you at all. Just rocking in deep.

Hobi doesn’t stop hitting every spot, comfortable with these unending rocks of his hips, maddening in the way that he never stops filling you. Never pulls out even half way.

Your hands weakly clench in the blankets of the nest as he twitches right there. That sensitive spot inside of you that feels like courting ecstasy when he nudges it. It’s the same spot that Yoongi likes to tease at, the spot that only his long fingers can reach properly and Tae’s too when she’s really trying. Ghosting over it and petting at it until you’re mad with pleasure.

But Hobi doesn’t tease, Hobi just gives. rubbing against it again and again with every gentle roll of his hips.

you put your hand over your mouth to quiet your whimpers when he pulls back, sitting up just a little. Holding your waist and forcing your body further down on his cock, nudging it as deep as it can go and you sob.

Hobi grins, a little cocky, a little pleased that despite his size compared to the others you're still equally as wrecked.

“Right there yeah?” he teases, and then rocks against it again. thumbs pressing against your stomach where he cradles you. waist so tiny that they almost meet when he holds you.

Your cheeks are hot, and you have to turn and whimper into the pillow. he lets you shift so that you're belly down in the nest and he's behind you glued to your backside. lying his weight down behind you like a blanket. pressing you into the nest where you'll stay like a good pup.

Hoseok instincts are absolutely purring. omega, getting bred in such a pretty nest. Good warm soft omega.

Your hand laces with the blanket, needing something to hold onto and he kisses the back of your neck, treading your hands together as he keeps going. This new position lets him rock in even deeper, putting his weight behind it.

“If you keep going, I’m not gonna be able to-”

His breath ghosts your ear, lips dragging down the column of your throat to nip and suck gently at your scent gland, marking you there. his hand presses, holding you to the bed as he rocks harder. His barely formed knot already inside and growing, getting you closer and closer as it thickens. Keeping him right there at the spot and you on the edge. You're so wet it's making noises, soaking and dripping down his cock.

He kisses your mating mark, nipping at it, and you’re gone.

You cum, a wet gush around his knot and a broken whimper. a growl in his throat sounds loud in the empty house. It sounds like made mate happy, made omega cum for me. Hoseok's Alpha is absolutely preening watching your Legs shake, the nape of your neck sweaty, body slack and head tilting to bear your neck. both of your bodies messy from it, filthy and blushing with love.

Hobi’s not far behind, rocking another time, a third, a quiet satisfied breath into the back of your neck before his knot pops locking you together as he cums so gently. No growls or gasps, just hot spurts that fill and satisfy you. Knot popping and Locking you so close you can feel his cock pulse. So close you can feel the same heartbeat on his lips when kisses you, hurried kisses pressed to the nape of your neck that quickly go slack with sleep.

Your hand settles across your stomach, and oh- you realize why hobi wasn't bothered by how wet he got you earlier. He just keeps cuming, so much that it's leaking a little around his knot. You're not sure that Jimin or Tae or Yoongi cum this much, Namjoon definitely does- but thats kinda proportional.

he just keeps going, heat flooding you. Maybe he's only cumming so much because it's the first time, and he needs to claim you from the inside out. you're a little too dizzy to figure it out.

You feel like you might pass out. You don't know if it's squirt or cum or just sweat when he lies himself over you. cuddling closer despite the mess. Teeth at your bared throat, Sucking softly, Soothing.

instincts are kind of embarrassing at best, irrationally hot at worse. you squirm a little closer so that his knot goes deeper.

The sunlight spills across your cuddled forms, still underneath the big thick blanket. He doesn’t pull out, the knot keeping him snug tight. His hand is on your cheek, rubbing up and down your jaw. He pulls the blanket up around you. And neither of you says a word as your rapid breathing calms.

You’re not sure who falls back asleep first. Only that he wraps his arm around you and pulls you back on top of his chest, cuddled there. Knot warm and safe inside of you.

knotted together like this, you're finally finally close enough.

~-~

When Hobi wakes you’re watching him and his dick is out. Wet and slick and cold.

That would certainly cause him to be alarmed if it wasn’t for your expression; a little pale. Hands between your legs and looking at the doorway.

You just really don't want to drip cum onto the couch, like- obviously. Hobi didn't hurt you. But the brief terror at waking up uncuddled and so suddenly douses Hobi like a bucket of cold water.

The cold might be the actual reason for his sudden wakefulness. The wintry air in the room is jarring because the house is finally heating up. (as much to do with the heating system doing its job as it is with your activities earlier that turned the windows all hazy with condensation).

It's like someone had just come in and then abruptly left again. Your cheeks are pink, and there is a cloth on the side of the couch, folded and warm. You didn't get it for yourself.

“Don’t freak out, but Yoongi and the others walked in while you were asleep.”

You’re kind of glad that he wasn’t awake to see your mate barely contain his screech, jumping up and down with Jungkook in the entryway. Namjoon’s subtly grinning expression when he took in your appearance and paused in the cold doorway breathing in deeply. Tae wrapped around one arm; their walk interrupted by his return from surgery.

He groans, barely awake enough to think about the visual that Yoongi and the others were treated to. The consequences are better than a shot of expresso at wakeing him up.

But really, was there ever a possibility that the others wouldn’t find out about this? Does Hoseok even want them not to know?

He's too tired, too think about this logically.

Hoseok wonders why he didn’t wake to you holding him. He’s seen you hold the others, hold Namjoon in the morning when you smell like him. The way you wake slowly and run your fingers through their hair. The other alphas have a habit of cuddling up to rest their head against your chest. Hobi remembers that day by the beach when you pet his hair, he wants you to do that now.

But he can't fucking ask. Asking you to cuddle him would be fucking embarrassing.

“Shit." He shakes off his neediness and easily locates his boxers in the mess of the nest because they're bright red. Surreptitiously tucking his now soft and deflated knot back inside. You look away, letting him have that moment of privacy without comment. Your arms curl around your chest, you’re still nude from the waist up. thighs clenched togeather.

“Yeah uhm, they went back out to like- give us some space.”

"Did they say anything?"

You look away, wiggling over to the edge of the nest. "No. But they looked like they wanted to say a whole lot.”

You definitely don’t say that you heard their scuffle, Namjoon and Tae using their alpha privileges to wrangle an overly excited Yoongi and Jungkook. or that both of them had come back inside, both with pink cheeks smelling sweet at the sight of Hobi’s face pressed to your neck and the fresh hickeys at your throat.

(Hobi’s hickeys are always so small and cute. Tae can’t wait to take a picture and save it, for memory's sake. She’s half tempted to take out her phone and snap a picture of the two of you now.)

Your hiss of “Don’t say anything, I swear to fucking god if you wake him-" cured her of any bad ideas and had Namjoon grinning, his dimples showing.

Yoongi’s finger pressed to his lips in the doorway. Smiling wide and showing his gums. Omegas do get awfully protective over alphas in their nests. Especially post-knotting.

You’re honestly a little surprised that their muted shouting hadn’t woken Hobi. The closed door had kept out the cold but not the sound of them discussing on the porch; mostly Tae's insistence that they needed to get out of the house for lunch instead of heading back inside.

“But what if they need aftercare?”

"We shouldn’t leave them alone and unprotected.” (Classic Joonie).

“Yeah! What if they need cleaning!”

Yoongi snorts, “Gross Jk- I’m pretty sure the last thing they want is you licking up Hobi’s cum.”

“But he always likes it when it’s Jinnie-" that had your face and body heating (although that could just be Hobi- a literal furnace that he is wrapped around you).

Now his warmth is on the other side of the nest yet it feels impossibly farther away. As you both stew in silence under the weight of what you’ve done, what you just did.

Everything feels quiet and scary as you put yourselves back together in silence. You use the wet washcloth to keep yourself from dripping all over the couch while he looks for his pants in the mess of blanekts that smell like sex.

Thoughts like shit shit shit and what have you done ping-ponging back and forth across his brain. Mind bouncing between unlikely personal regrets and likely female rejection (of which he is only too familiar with).

Hobi doesn't like feeling rejected, it always brings up bad memories. He didn't wake up to you holding him. Is that a rejection or is his brain just making it up? People always hold each other after sex. Don't they?

You reach for his sweatshirt but before you can touch it a growl bursts forth from his throat and you freeze.

Hoseok scrubs a hand across his eyes, trying to wipe away the memories fitfully. Maybe it’s just because of the fact that he woke up and you weren’t wrapped around him. He's going to have to cuddle you himself if he wants it right now.

This first time with you reminds him of other first time's that didn’t end well. He's sorry for it the second it slips past his lips.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I just- my fucking instincts feel like they're on fire."

“So can I…?” you trail off. Your skin has goosebumps again. And Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s the casual nakedness that has him feeling so unmoored. A blush trailing its way up the back of his neck even though it shouldn’t be weird. He saw you shirtless every other hour during Namjoon’s rut for Christ’s sake.

“Yeah, just wear it- please wear it.” He can’t take back his growl, but he can meditate by watching you pick it up and hug it to your chest. Looking at him for a second as if to check that it’s still alright and he���s not going to snap at you again.

There is a hickey on your shoulder, the spot where it meets your arm. Hobi doesn’t know if it’s from him or someone else. It's a little too red to not be new. You don’t look uncomfortable being nude in front of him.

If anything, you look a little bit glowy.

You look at him and then pull it over your head. His cheeks still heating stubbornly as your chest moves a little, jiggling.

Why do girls have to just- girl all the time- it's honestly a little unfair how much hobi blushed.

He watches you, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers as you stand up pulling the sweatshirt down your hips. He stares at you until you ask a little flustered by hiding it, “What?”

He tugs on the hem of his sweatshirt, slowly, carefully, leaning forward as he tugs on one of the strings with his teeth. His hands go to your waist pulling you close gently, half sure of himself and half afraid. Hoseok is always somehow half afraid. Is this allowed? Is this wanted?

He rests his head against your stomach, loosely twining his arms around your waist to pull you closer, still loose enough that you can step away if you want. All of this can stop if you don’t want it. He hopes you know that.

Hoseok looks down at your feet, not at your face. “I love it when you wear my clothes. I really don't know where that came from.”

“Careful,” you say, a grin in your voice. Your tone light because you don't want him to smell so sour again. “I’m gonna go for your pants next.”

You snatch his from the floor and dart away. Nothing excites an alpha’s instincts like a chase, and Hobi feels the fire light down his spine. His movements are a hunt-heavy blur. Brain honed in on you.

He catches you by the counter, your giggle echoing off the high ceilings. His blood heating again as he drags you by your hips and flops down into one of the bar stools, sitting you on top of him with a growl.

His hands grip hard around your waist, determined until he’s shy. Letting you go softly, “Sorry I just-”

“Instincts still? Don't worry I get it.” You give him his pants and sit up off his lap so that he can put them on. And now is not the time to get another boner Hobi- but it’s kind of hard not to when you smell so bred, so wholly satisfied.

Hobi did that. Hobi's the one who made you look like this drowning in the afterglow.

Your own instincts are telling you that you want to take the blankets from the couch and drag them upstairs, and tuck them in around the scents of the others. So that they can all see and smell how good you made your alpha feel.

Hoseok’s pleasure leaves an undercurrent to the air that’s intoxicating. Half sugar-sweet and musky alpha. Your body hums with it as he steps up close behind you, close enough you can feel his warmth and not his body, nose skimming the bruise he left close to your mating mark. Letting out a tired sigh.

You did just work off a lot of energy, regardless of the half-nappy half-cuddle fucking that just was; It's also left you fucking hungry.

As much as the kitchen has been a place of anxiety for you it really isn’t with Hobi there. There is still that tape line on the floor that guards you off from the stove, sink, and the fridge. Hobi steps out from behind you and goes to the fridge, getting out some of the prepped fruit that Yoongi almost always keeps on hand.

But you keep looking at the kitchen, the pans hanging above the sink, your mixer sitting dusty in the corner. The hanging mugs. Everything.

He brings it to you, setting it down in front of where you sit. instincts making his eyes fever bright. He watches a little too intently as you lift a raspberry to your mouth. Something about watching you eat cools his instincts, making him release a taught breath.

He watches as you lift another piece, a blackberry to your lips and bite down. Almost purring, too afraid of what might slip out if he speaks. He half wants to do it himself and feed you from his fingertips. But that’s a little too embarrassing to consider.

A minute later, after you’ve eaten half a dozen more pieces, he reaches past you, about to get a piece of peach. He doesn't think anything of it, but when he reaches past your face- you flinch.

It happens so quick that he almost doesn’t even catch it. One second your cheek is turned straight and the next your eyes are darting from him to the bowl. Scent souring with fear and memories from Geumjae.

Fuck. (No cuz actually- fuck Geumjae.)

You don’t look at him with fear, you just look at him with a strange sort of sadness in your eyes. Sorry. Like you’re sorry for being scared. hoseok's hand goes tight on the counter.

"I'm sorry."

Hobi sits down. Holds your hands in his, and waits for a second before he speaks. makes his words quiet and gentle because anger at someone dead and gone has no place here.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You have nice hands, warm where they press into his. And he cradles them, your knuckles flexing vaguely in his grasp, gentle but commanding.

“You’ll try not to, you mean."

You smile at him sadly. Hobi’s chest is tight with it. He needs you to know how much he means those words. How much he needs to mean them. But you both know how hard it is to promise that.

"No. I mean I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.” He repeats. You smile at him sadly again. And he knows his brief anger earlier when you touched his sweatshirt- usually such a normal thing for you- didn't escape you at all. But grief and mourning and memory always finds you at the worst times; after first times and on sunny winter afternoons.

The two of you are a mess, bodies teeming with the memories of failed loves, lost and broken. But you can ignore your triggers; such innocuous things as you wearing his sweatshirt and him reaching past your face. You can ignore your memories; the wretched and rotten ones, just for today.

You let the heavy moment pass and look at the other side of the kitchen. Hobi’s chest feels tight with something. Something that he needs to say but can’t just yet. You can only tell someone you love them for the first time once. You don’t get a second chance.

Hobi just wants to get it right.

You’re looking at the kitchen that Yoongi made for you, holding his hand still. using the other to feed yourself more fruit.

(Is there anything more intimate than holding hands with someone? It feels like more than the pads and lines of his fingers are pressed to yours. soul to soul and palm to palm. The future is written out right there but you ignore it. Love line, health line, fate. But the two of you are dedicated to writing your own end. Your love line is exactly the same length as his, not a millimeter longer).

Hoseok’s chest is still all tight. “What are you thinking about?”

“I haven’t made anything in months.” You sigh, sad. “I want to. I used to love baking, I used to-” you break off, sorrow making you quiet.

Hobi’s eyes are fixed on your shoulder. There are freckles there. He’s not sure why he’s never noticed them before or that you’ve got them dotting your back.

Hobi swallows past something in his throat. Pushing you gently from your chair until you're standing next to him. Cupping your waist because now that he's started touching you it's hard to stop. Now that he knows he’s allowed to touch you so casually, so affectionately, he going to keep doing it.

“Go. I’ll watch you, make sure you stay safe.” Because that’s the rule, isn’t it? Not that you can’t be in the kitchen at all, just that you need someone there to keep you safe.

The words feel tight in his throat, not easily said. I love you. He thinks as he watches you move to the mixer with a small but pretty smile that looks like daisies have taken root on your skin, everything sweet and flowering.

I love you. He thinks as he watches you get your cookbook from behind the mixer. I love you he thinks when he watches you place a mug from that morning in the sink. I love you he thinks as you get the sugar, the vanilla, the salt. He has to get up and get the flour for you, unwilling to have your arms strain underneath the heavy container, doting on you just because he can.

Just because he wants to, just because he loves you.

The shadow of what’s left on the bag hits his dark clothes like a ghostly outline when he holds it. The flour is a bit like you; everywhere he touches it leaves an impression. The rainbows from his suncatcher you put in the kitchen shift with the angle of the sunlight, winking out one by one as dusk falls.

He sits at the kitchen island and watches as you hum and flick through your recipe book. Golden hour fades to orange and pink the same way that roses fade.

He’s not sure why he blurts it out, why he asks, “What’s your favorite?”

You look up from your cookbook, everything is set out but still, the recipe is undecided. “What?”

Hobi can not look at you for this, instead looks at the kitchen island and the old butcher block countertop. Fingers toying along the edge where a knife left a gash.

“You always make everyone else’s favorites; Namjoon’s honey cakes, coffee-flavored things for Jin, the vegan stuff for Jungkook you know- but-” his eyes flick up to you in a moment of bravery. “What’s yours? What's your favorite?”

You think for a moment, a kitchen apart, fingers tapping on the countertop and Hobi can’t take his eyes off of you. His body feels a little achy but in that ‘was just fucked good’ sort of way that makes his breath deeper. Quieting some alpha part of him that always wants a little more. A little more scenting, a little more validation, a little more attention.

But everything can wait.

“My favorite thing to eat or my favorite thing to make?”

“Both. Either.” You glance at the clock. Going to the pantry for a second to double-check that you have everything you'll need. “I’ll have to make some of it from scratch but-" you look at him. “Do you have time?”

Hobi nods. “As long as you need.”

Hobi watches as you measure out the flour and sift it. Hobi watches as you wait for the eggs to get to room temperature and fucks with the playlist. His phone will eventually get splashed with coco but- it’s okay.

All of this is okay, all of this is I love you I love you I love you and I don’t know what to do with all of it, can you take someone it, please. I don’t have enough space in my body to hold all of it. Hoseok doesn’t speak for how sheer the impulse is just to blurt it out.

The yellow plastic mixing bowl keeps clattering against the counter as you stir the egg yolks until they froth up and fizz. Pouting you turn your eyes to him. “Can you help?”

Hoseok has to swallow back the words before they slip past. Hopping up a little too quickly. “Yeah of course.”

You don’t tell him what you’re making, let him guess. So many of your recipes need egg whites and vanilla. You let him put it together on his own. Hobi doesn’t peek at your recipe book and spoil the surprise.

Every action, every spoonful of sugar is I love you too, just say it. You don’t talk about the sex you just had and you don’t say I love you to him. You wait for him to say it first. You don’t say a thing besides; “Just a half teaspoon of that; drizzle it a little at a time, or else it clumps together. Good.” Hobi’s cheeks heat with every bit of praise and you have a lot of it for him.

Hobi looks away when you look up from the bowl, oh so carefully folding the batter and egg whites together. So gently that the hiss and bubble of whipped egg yolks disintegrating is hardly audible.

Hobi hasn’t baked since he was a kid; since he got into his head that chocolate chip cookies were totally something that an eight-year-old should be able to make on their own without adult supervision and almost burned his parents’ apartment to the ground. He tells you the story and you laugh.

He can tell that you’re making adjustments as you go. Adding in a bit of cinnamon, piping off the cookies in neat little lines, and then tapping them oh so carefully to get rid of the bubbles.

The stove preheats and then the tray goes in, filling the room with your scent. That cakey baking aroma that has him resting his head back against the cabinets when you sit on the floor and greedily breathing in.

You wait the 30 minutes like that, sitting on the floor between the cabinets and stove. Your feet pressed to his knees and a glass of lemonade between the two of you.

“You really like baking,” he says, and your eyelashes flutter, you must be getting tired. He takes your feet into his lap, using his hand to massage up your calf. Smiling when you sigh.

“Yeah, it makes me feel- I don’t know. I like making the world sweeter, just a little. Even if it’s just my little corner of it. Making things you guys like makes me happy too.”

“You know, you could go to culinary school if you wanted.” Hobi gets a little shy because you hadn’t explicitly told Jin and Namjoon not to tell anyone about your plans or your application (still pending). It will be a few more weeks until you find out, but that change is just on the horizon.

He's already seen Jimin perusing expensive leather bookbags and has overseen a recommendation letter coming from Namjoon’s email. Hobi might have read it for him to double-check because Hobi always notices things the others might gloss over. Jin and Tae had given it proof read too.

You make a noise in your throat, halfway between a hum in approval and a hum in distaste. “I don’t know, it seems like- a lot to do for a hobby.”

Hobi and you are the only two in the pack who wanted to go to college but didn’t. Couldn’t in your case because Geumjae wouldn’t let you and flunked out in his. He gets the lack of clarity in your voice; to go back or not go back. To try again or not try at all and not worry about whether or not you’re enough.

“I already started applying anyway. Namjoon and Jin and Tae put a lot of effort into helping me apply and-” You let out a frustrated sigh.

Hobi shakes his head, “Doesn’t matter. You can change your mind.” There is always time. You tap your toes against his shins and he grabs your feet and you jerk, ticklish. And he almost almost gives in to the urge to tell you he loves you right then and there.

“But could you be happy? Doing this all the time?” You turn, putting your hand over your eyes to peer into the oven and make sure that the ladyfingers are rising properly. “Doing it every day? Would it make you happy?”

You pause, hand on the door before replying in a small voice. “Yeah, maybe. Maybe I could be happy.”

You stand with a crack of your knees, sticking out your hand for Hobi and almost falling into him when he truly uses your hand to help himself up.

“Come on, we’ve got to make the whipped cream next-”

It goes like that, you both talking, and Hobi fucking with the playlist. Thinking three little words and not saying them.

You let the ladyfingers cool for a few minutes while you make the expresso. Dunking them in quickly. Piping out the honey-flavored whipped cream in sticky little dollops. Shaking out the cocoa with a practiced hand.

You make the caramel for the top last. Sugar-burning, glass-like little strands on top for a bit of crunch.

The tiramisu is a delicate creation, the layers perfectly spaced out in just the right ratio of cream to chocolate. You let it sit for a second in the fridge and when you take it out, you cut it into a single perfect little square and put it on a plate for him. Treading over the blue painter’s tape line and lingering by him where he sits.

“Try it.” You ask and he does obediently.

Hobi takes a bite of it, rolling the flavors around his tongue while you watch. You haven’t cut a piece for yourself just yet, but you have a fork. You stand on the other side of the kitchen island and take a bite from the other corner of the pan, humming happily when the taste hits your tongue.

It really is your favorite. You grin at the plate, “I could finish this whole thing in one sitting.”

Hobi takes another bite. It’s really good, the flavors are simple but delicate, each of them identifiable but yet cohesive. He could eat all of it too.

Hoseok swallows and realizes why it's your favorite; It tastes like all of you- like the pack.

The honey whipped cream is Jin and Jungkook, and the chocolate cocoa on top is your mate; dark chocolate like an Oreo cookie. Hobi thinks it might not be normal cocoa. The homemade ladyfingers are soaked through with Namjoon's coffee and the cake itself is a delicate dance of Tae’s cinnamon, Jimin’s vanilla, and your scent too. Buttery and yummy.

He's finished half of what's on his plate before he realizes that you added the crunchy layer on top, the caramel too.

That’s Hobi isn’t it? The Burnt sugar sweetness. He knows that’s not typical but still, you added in anyway. The smell of caramel is thick in the air. Sweet sweet sweet. Hobi always smells the sweetest when he’s falling in love.

The tiramisu tastes like the whole pack. Like love soaked threw. Hobi’s heart and body is full of it.

He thinks this might be his favorite too.

Hobi tries to blink back the wetness, really tries not to cry as he takes another big bite. He gets a little bit of whipped cream on his lip, licking it and sniffling. You pause, a bite hovering between the plate and your mouth before you set down your fork with a clink.

“Oh Hobi”

The space between you is nothing more than air as you quickly head around the kitchen island. You cup both of his cheeks and he sags into the touch, hands instantly going over yours to keep them there. Tears spilling warm and unabated down his cheeks.

Hobi decides right then he is beyond pretending that he doesn’t want it, that he doesn’t want you. Wet cheeks and imploring eyes.

“Oh Hoseok, what’s wrong?”

You’re standing between his legs and your collarbone rests against his cheek. Your hand runs through his hair and his heart pulses hard.

"I didn’t mean to make you cry. If this is because-” you trail off. You don’t say that you shouldn’t have had sex earlier because you can’t find it in yourself to regret this even a little bit. But you are sorry for not doing it in a way that didn't make him cry. If that's why he's crying.

“No it’s not that. I just-" Hoseok can hardly speak his mouth is so full of love that it bursts from him before he has a chance to think it through. Sobbing a little as he says it;

"I'm crying because I love you and I don’t know how to tell you.”

Hobi stutters and your hands on his cheeks go firm for a second before they relax. “I love you; I love being around you, I love that you're my best friend and that i get to love you too. I love living in this house with you. I’m crying because for the first time I get it-”

He can’t stop the confession now that it's started, and if he'd just open his eyes he'd get to see your smile but they're screwed shut tight.

“I get it, I get why once Yoongi met you, he couldn’t leave. I understand why he brought you back to us. But-” he hiccups and you giggle a little at the sound. His eyes shoot open and he realizes that you're crying too- that you haven't stepped away. You wipe away his tears with your thumbs and grin down at him.

“I'm so fucking afraid too- I can’t help but feel like the way we started just- fucked everything up. I fucked everything up back then by being jealous. I look at you and I’m scared I’ll fuck this up.”

You hold his face in your hands and think; I will be gentle with you, I will be gentle with you even if it kills me. You have never loved someone broken like you, and you know how easy it is to make a wrong step. But you’re sure when you say the words anyway.

“You won’t.”

“But-” you kiss his hands, knuckles, fingertips. His forehead, his lips Everything. Your eyes are focused and Hobi can’t look away.

“You won’t, you promised not to hurt me and you won’t.”

He falls silent, and you pull him in close. His lips still tingle from your kiss and you kiss him again, long and lingering, hard with the force of your conviction. It tastes like tiramisu.

When you break apart, Hoseok rests his ear on your heart and listens.

You should say I love you back, you really should return the words. But you think there will be other moments to say them. You'll say it when you wake up with him tomorrow morning, you'll say it when you fall asleep tonight curled close to him. There will be more time to say them- during a late-night drives when you look over at him in the dark. There are always going to be more times to say it and you’ll say it and mean it every time.

Unfortunately, life isn't so neat and tidy.

You wipe his cheeks and he wipes yours and you both giggle, leaning into each other. You get him a tissue for his nose and start laughing all over again. Being with Hobi will always be like this, half your lover and half your best friend.

“Do you want to go on a drive later, only,” you wipe tears from your own eyes, “want to take the others this time?”

He smiles, “That’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

He tries to pull you in for another kiss but you feed him a bite of tiramisu instead and it gets half on his cheek, “finish your cake alpha,” you command, and Hobi is perilous to disobey. the next bite you take ends up on your cheek too because he tickles you, and you blush when he leans forward to lick it off your cheek. All giggly and happy and close. You sat practically on the edge of the counter. Noodle meows and laps up some of it from the floor.

You don’t need to say I love you back, you already have. Hobi can taste it on the edge of every bite.

You cut him another piece and share it this time, and he can't stop looking at you, can't stop smiling.

You smile around a mouthful, "i'm gonna tear up that train ticket."

"Don't you fucking dare. We've gotta like- put it in a scrap book or something."

You clean up the tiramisu, thinking of what might happen when the pack gets back, thinking of how things will go now that you’ve settled this. They’ll be happy; all of you all together finally. This last piece of your little family finally falling into place.

Maybe it will go like this:

Maybe when the pack gets home, there will not just be tiramisu on the counter. Maybe there will be gluten-free lemon bars and honey cakes. Chocolate ginger cookies dusted with powdered sugar and freshly baked bread with cheese and garlic. Little personal cheesecakes that you made in a muffin tin dotted with jam preserve because now that you’ve started to bake again there might not be anything to stop you.

You already feel the urge in your hands, the urge to make things. You think it might have been learned from Yoongi.

Maybe they’ll come home with pizza, unsure if a party and alcohol is really the proper way to go about celebrating, but the cake from the bakery that Tae will buy as a joke, will have flowery lettering and “congrats for losing your Hobi-ginity"

It will make you laugh until your lungs ache like the fireworks have gone off. Will make him blush and rub the back of his neck in shyness.

When they come home there might be a few sly comments but the pack knows when to tease and when not to. Maybe Namjoon will take a hearty sniff at Hoseok’s throat, dragging it up and down the nape of his neck, huffing happily. (Namjoon has always been a little bit possessive of Hoseok the same way Jin has always been possessive of you, but that's pack alpha's for you).

Tae will tuck your hair behind your ears to get a better look at the mark he left on your throat, manicured fingers gently stroking over it. and Yoongi will shoot him a challenging look and drawl, "really daisy? is this really something you wanna start?" all playful. the way yoongi only gets when he's really really happy.

And when Jin gets home, Maybe he’ll drag you over his lap with some squirming because there is no avoiding this hole check. Not when Jin and the others have been waiting.

Under the hungry eyes of the rest of the pack, you would still squirm. Your mate watching and grinning as he nibbles a piece of pizza and just watches as Jin pulls your sleep shorts down to your knees. Leaving them there to pin your thighs together. Hand against the small of your back to keep you still.

Of course, the pack omega has to look after the two of you and make sure the lowest on the hierarchy is being safe without a stronger presence nearby. But your entrance is pink fucked warm, not red and inflamed. Hoseok’s knot is the perfect thing to warm you up, and Jin tugs his sweatshirt over your hips to keep you warm as he examines you.

Fingers drag your entrance apart to show the others how good hobi did. Prompting them to touch and feel for themselves, all of their fingers teasing at your entrance and all of them touching you. Tae and Jungkook holding your thighs, Jimin and Namjoon resting their hands on your ass to help jin hold you open better and yoongi prodding to feel-

They'd want to see his cum slip out, forced from your hole by your needy clench. Of course, they'd just fuck it back inside because not a drop can go to waste. one set of fingers and then another, jungkook leaning down to taste.

Jin’s eyes would be all dark eyes and honey tones, looking hoseok up and down, cheeks as red as the sweatshirt you wear. His praise makes Hobi feel just a little bit too proud for his own good.

Hobi would probably get a knot-check for that, because if the alpha has something to be proud of then surely the others need to check his ego (and only in the way that hobi likes).

The alphas would scuffle with him a little, wrestling to settle him. Hobi's instincts are still fever bright and he needs to be put in his place. To feel the pack for what they are; very necessary safety bumpers.

He'd go so easily after a few nips- Jimin would help pull his pants down so Namjoon could get his big hands around him, fingers teasing at the red skin around his base and making Hobi growl and gasp. Pausing to cup lower and make sure Hoseok's empty, that he didn't hold back breeding you. Tae would tutt and make him open his mouth, her finger teasing along his teeth just for shits and giggles. Just to make him groan.

Nothing makes an alpha more proud than getting to show off his teeth.

Jin would smile at the display, and croon. “Good alpha.”

Maybe Jin will pat your pussy lips softly before pulling your pants up, making you flinch and then relax and jungkook would bend down to give Hoseok's knot a little kiss before standing.

The whole thing would take maybe 5 minutes but it would leave the whole pack ravenous for more. The final evidence of this finally happening; all of you together and not fragmented.

As you should be, together.

Maybe later, after treats and pizza, you'll all get to go to the beach like Hobi promised. Two separate cars. And Namjoon might let Hoseok and Jimin do donuts in the empty parking lot without too much fuss. The smell of tires and gasoline ripping.

Jungkook whooping and Yoongi watching on with his grin, Jin in the back seat with you going “Oh- oh hope- slow down” looking a little green. But terrorizing the pack omega is kind of your job.

It’s cold and late at night but you’ll tear out across the sand. Running to the shore. Tossing your shoes into the dark and toeing into the waves. Yelling happy.

You and Hobi will try and throw Yoongi into the water and then the other alphas will actually succeed in throwing Namjoon, pushing him until he inevitably tumbles into the seafoam. All 7 of you will try and wrangle Jungkook into the same wet fate and fail.

Jin will tuck Namjoon’s wet hair back behind his ear and grin at him, his grin saying the words they don’t need to. Kisses tases like secrets and salt but that much has not changed. Might never change when it comes to the eight of you. All the secrets in the world couldn’t keep you apart.

You’ll get zoomy in the way that dogs get in wide-open spaces. You’ll run. Your feet slapping against the sand, tossing spray into the air as high as your laughter, chasing after each other. A bunch of barefoot kids in too-big bodies and sand between your toes. Hands clasped tight in each other’s so that you won’t let go. You won’t ever let go now that you've found them.

For once you'll be absent of all the things that drag you down. Lighter than the warm air that billows over the sea. Mouths that store special secret salty smiles for the better. Damp fingers that curl against warm wrists. holding onto each other tight even though you’re running and running-

Running.

Maybe.

But that’s not what happens. Instead, what happens is this;

You are sitting at the kitchen counter when Hobi gets a text. It’s from Jungkook asking about the pizza types that you’d want and

Yoongi’s left his phone, he says with a little 👀 emoji. But he won’t truly tease the both of you until he gets home. Of course Yoongi was too distracted by you and Hobi post coitous to grab it from the other room.

you to to the pantry to put away the flour and this close- you can hear another phone ring from the bathroom. It's it yours? Only No, it's not your phone sitting on the counter, but Yoongi’s. Lighting up with Jin’s contact information.

JinJinJin: 5 missed calls.

It's so like your mate to leave his phone in such a random place. You smile as you pick up.

Jin is already talking a mile a minute. Fear and panic make his words come quick and desperate.

“Yoongi- why the fuck didn't you pick up" You don't have time to respond. Don't have time to let him know it's not your mate but you that picked up the phone.

"I don’t know how the fuck it happened, I don’t know- but-“ he’s almost shouting over the phone, such raw panic in his voice that it has your body going frozen.

Jin lets out a broken sobbing breath.

"I shot Minnie.”

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Notes:

I ended up editing out a good portion of Hoseok ’s inner monologue at the begining, because I realized that at that point in time with the other pack he wouldn’t have been thinking stuff about how terrible it was because it wasn’t terrible yet. i probably should have even edited it fluffier if we're being honest. i think that would have been more unsettling.

The line where she says “One second you're holding back and the next you're kissing him like he's Yoongi and he's kissing you like he's starving.” Is a little hard to explain, she’s not thinking about Yoongi in that moment but the person she associates the most with love is Yoongi so- yeah it made sense. I feel like this line might make people go a little like “what??”

I swear if you guys didn’t cry a little at the ‘It doesn’t hurt at all.’ Parts I’m not doing this right because I was SOBBING.

Listen, I almost edited out the line where he calls her pussy an inside joke so many times- but for me- when I was younger I always wanted to be a part of inside jokes because like- if you are that means you’ve got history with someone- Hoseok is thinking this because until this moment- he hasn’t been able to be apart of something that the rest of the pack had understood.

When Hoseok was leaving a hickey over her mating mark it’s his way of saying “this is mine too 😠” to Yoongi,

Honestly??? Why is Hobi so feral in this like- he’s a /little/ unhinged from how much he wants her and tbh it’s fair. Look away if you don’t wanna read him going APESHIT for her.

ALSO- I’m just imagining him on the walk with jungkook and Tae, cheeks slowly pinking up because he can feel that they’re having sex down the mating bond, maybe getting hard and the others noticing, both of them plastering themselves along his side and teasing him with words like “do you think he’s making her all wet and messy hyung? Do you think she’s gonna cream around his cock like she creams around yours?” and Yoongi just- endlessly suffering around the two horndogs that are Tae on estrogen and jungkook on a regular day.

The moment where they’re holding hands and it’s talking about palmistry is a refrence to noah kahan’s song everywhere everything and the line “it’s been a long year, in all of our books pages dog eared, we write out the ends on our palms dear, and forget to read.”

The worst worst worst part about this chapter is that I don’t??? have a fucking recipe for the tiramisu?? Like I’ve made it before but I’ve never made honey flavored whipped cream or put caramel on top 🥺 maybe I’ll test it out one dayand update this chapter

Okay so the ‘flash into the improbable future at the end is a little too horny for the end of smutt but I couldn’t just /not/ put it in there because you know how I love a good hole check scene.

do you hate me because of this cliffhanger? even i have to say its a little unforgivable.

please be patient for next chapter because i do not have A SINGLE fucking word written for it. like nada, we're starting from scratch come monday.

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Hobi's sex Playlist (jk isn't not a sex playlist)

Dominic fike- Mama's boy (hobis' flashback)

Mitski – my love mine all mine. (yoongi telling him to be good)

Lana del ray – chemtrails over the country club. (the sex)

Olivia Rodrigo – can’t catch me now (when they're both triggered from the respective abusive relationships)

Tom o’dell – black Friday. (Juz cuz)

#bts x reader #bts mafia au #bts a/b/o #bts fluff #bts poly au #bts polyamory au #bts omegaverse au #bts gang au #bts au #bts #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts hurt/comfort #bts d/s #bts omegaverse #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x y/n #park jimin x reader #bts assassin au #bts angst #bts imagines #bts fic

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pairing: jason todd x villain! fem! reader

summary: they should hate each other, but from how long they each stay on the other's mind, they clearly were not paying attention to that. they took I'll fuck you in the complete opposite direction.

rating: 18+ (MDNI)

word count: oh god 6,8k warnings: smut, unprotected sex, chocking, dirty talk, oral sex, foreplay, language

a/n: so yeah, here's finally to part 2! thank you to every single message i got about pt 1, i was so overwhelmed by the response to it that i had to make some time to wrap up the story. also, special thanks to @igotanidea for being the most supportive person I've ever met online and for handling me breaking down over this week while trying to finish this post. to you i owe so much ♡ a/n 2: guys, pls, go easy on me as this was my first attempt at writing smut. so so sorry if this ends up looking ridiculous lol

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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For the past 48 hours, Jason had been absentmindedly searching for Y/n. Searching for signs that everything that happened two nights ago was real, and not just a product of his imagination.

Two mornings ago, he woke up confused, not knowing exactly where he was or how he had gotten there in the first place. He woke up in his brother's living room, laying in his brown leather sofa, shirt missing and head banging from pain, with the extra addition of the sun beaming its morning rays straight into his eyes. 

Handing him a cup of warm milk, Dick filled in on how he found him passed out on top of an abandoned building, just as the sun was coming up in the horizon and he was ready to drop his vigilante outfit for the night. According to him, he was already missing his shirt then, his broken helmet was beside his body, and he was the only thing in the otherwise completely empty building, not even his motorcycle in his line of sight. He couldn’t figure out what had happened to Jason earlier, and he only wondered just how the hell did he get there?

Jason couldn’t offer him an explanation, though. 

He had a hunch of just who had put him there. But he wasn’t sure. Everything that happened that night, the kisses, the touches, they couldn’t just not be real. They had to have happened, the memories were too clear in his mind for it to be just a dream. It felt too real to be just a hallucination.

It had to be real, or someone had been playing with his mind way too well. The Mad Hatter is known for his devices, Ivy had been on the loose for a while. Or his mind had simply just acquired the skills to produce extremely realistic scenarios in his head, better than any porn he had watched recently.

That or he was just too addicted to Y/n.

It felt massively wrong. Like he was committing the worst of sins, or something like that, he wasn’t really religious to understand. She was a thief, a villain, someone he was supposed to hate and fight against, throw her in jail and never think of her again until she eventually fled Blackgate just like every other criminal in this god damned city. 

But here he was. Standing atop some old factory in Gotham, heavy traffic not flowing just below him, while he looked for any clues or indications she was still around. 

Someone just radioed GCPD that there’s a drug trade going on in Tricorner Island, he heard through the coms.

I overheard two guys talking about it. Oracle, send me the location, I’m on my way.

Just did it, Robin. Nightwing, how’s north Gotham doing?

Er… Going, his brother answered through the sounds of grunts and punches.

Where’s  Jason? Haven’t heard of him all night and…

Before Barbara could say anything else, Jason turned off the coms, not wanting anything else adding up to his bad temper. He didn’t even know why he had come to patrol tonight, as fighting crime was the last thing he had on his mind. Returning his gaze to the traffic below, he let his thoughts wander elsewhere.

The loud sounds of honks and engines reverberated in the air, with the screams of angry drivers rushing their ways home to rest for the night playing along. The muffled sound of an ambulance siren got lost in the distance, hopefully driving someone with a chance of survival to Gotham General Hospital. All of those noises entered Jason’s ear on one side and left on the other, seemingly going unnoticed by the tall man. It was like he wasn’t there. Physically he was standing on top  of that building, mentally he was somewhere else. Where, he didn’t know. With whom, though, he had a clear answer. 

She had been missing from the streets for a while, but very much present in his mind. Cupid, Y/n, or whatever she went by, lived in his thoughts. The whole entire day, every second he wasn’t busy with something, he was thinking of her. And for that he was a goddamned loser.

Fortunately, or not, he was constantly thinking of something else he was missing too. His precious motorcycle had been MIA since the incident, and was, for some reason, untraceable by the Cave’s systems. Not riding it for two full days was getting to his nerves, and added to the agonizing feeling he had been under lately. 

Riding was his therapy, the cure for every troubled time he went through. There was no anxiety attack, no emotional turmoil, no stupid  fight with Bruce that couldn’t be erased by a 100 mph drive along Gotham’s damp streets. Not doing so made him feel like at any moment, anything, even the smallest of words, could make him explode.

Alone, he sometimes could hear the roaring of the V4 engine coming from nowhere. He’d look left and right, searching for it, but finding nothing. Loud, explosive, distinguishable. A hallucination, a very realistic hallucination. Very real. Very… Real?

Speeding up the road, he saw it. Cutting through the traffic, dodging cars and other vehicles, he recognized his motorcycle making its way in his direction. It was it, he was sure. There was no universe where he couldn't identify his favorite thing in the world, even from  afar. Moving closer to the parapet, almost flying over it, he tried to get a glimpse of who was riding it, but if anyone asked he’d have a guess.

Her. It had to be.

Whoever was on it was dressed all in black, and as it got closer he saw the same jacket he had seen two nights before. Hooded just like his. And, as the vehicle drove past him, the dark helmet turned, looking directly at him. As if she knew he was there. As if she knew he was waiting.

She definitely knew. She knew pretty well all his movements at this point, understood him well enough. How she learned all that, how to manipulate him like this, he didn’t know, but he knew her intentions. As much as she knew him, he got to know about her. She knew he’d recognize his motorcycle  anywhere, and she knew he’d want it back. 

So, somehow, he followed her.

The neighborhood he found himself in was dark, the streets were wet and the air was humid. Light rain had just started pouring down on him, as he followed the trails left by the mucky tires of his bike, leading him further down the road. He should’ve been more careful, hiding in the corners and studying the place before making his way in. But tonight he simply couldn’t, all sense of carefulness completely gone, being replaced by hot tempered decision making. 

Jason arrived at an old abandoned parking garage. The first two floors were empty, dark and smelled of mold and trash. Climbing the ramps to the last floor, though, he spotted the red motorcycle right in the middle of the lot, parked and with its light still on, blinding anyone who’d go in its direction. They stopped him from seeing much else in the area, but considering that the only sound he could hear was from his own boots hitting the concrete floor, he quickly understood he was also alone.

His footsteps echoed through the walls, the muddy lines left by the tires beside him. As he reached the vehicle, for the first time in days, he felt a portion of tension that he was holding onto for a long time, leaving his body. With a heavy sigh in relief, he turned off the lights before quietly caressing the scarlet tank, the leather seat,  admiring his most faithful partner in its long awaited return.

“I took good care of her, don’t worry” he heard someone say. Startled, he lifted his head from where it was looking down, and instantly recognizing the voice, he searched for the source of the heavenly sound.

Then, he found her.

Resting against a concrete column at a far end, Y/n watched the outside, the falling rain and the night sky. Where she stood, the moonlight hit her precisely, like a spotlight in a play, like the moon knew no one else but her. Like she was a favorite. The light made her skin glow, her eyes sparkle. It made her look like a goddess.

He didn’t remember her ever looking this good. Maybe he was too blind by anger he didn’t notice, or there was something different tonight. He knew she was pretty, really pretty for that matter. But he was still so intoxicated from last time, so captivated, bewitched. Looking at her now, he knew getting rid of her thoughts would only get harder. Damn it!

Wearing a similar outfit to the one she wore on the underground, he noticed her jacket was open, and a silver necklace decorated her collarbone. The wind blew at her hair,  exposing her chest, her neck, her jaw, her lips. Speechless, Jason stood there, admiring her, for way longer his conscious self would be proud of. 

Following his silence, he heard her chuckle, bringing him back from his land of dirty dreams.

“You took my bike” he simply stated, mentally slapping himself for not being able to form a coherent sentence.

“A bit obvious, isn’t it?” she replied, finally looking in his direction, smirk glued on her glossy lips. Licking his own, he didn’t know how to reply, preferring to thank her for delivering back his vehicle  scratch free. “It wasn’t difficult. I took care of you, didn’t I?”

So it was real, he thought. He wasn’t going crazy. Or was he? One could argue that. Y/n was driving him insane.

“Thank you… for helping me that night” he said. “How did you know I was there?”

“I was following you.” she replied.

“Why?”

Shrugging, she gave him her answer. 

Truthfully, Y/n didn’t know why she was following him that night. After they left the subway tunnels she could have gone home, done with the last favor she owned Cobblepot. However, deep down her mind, he was there. And she worried about him. She knew Penguin well, she knew what he could do. And she didn’t want harm getting in his way. So she followed him.

She wanted to make sure he was alright. Why? God knows why. Y/n doesn’t. Or she refused to admit the real answer.

Jason. The sweet name stuck in her mind since he’d given it to her, and she urged to know what he looked like behind the mask. Put a face to the name, as they say. Did he look as fine as his name sounded? As his voice did? As his body would let on?

“You were pretty quiet these past few days” he said, circling the motorcycle and moving her way.

“I took some time to think.” she replied, returning her gaze to the rain.

“About what?”

“Curious much?” she joked, entertained by his need to get to know her. “About my life. Or what’s left of it”

“Hmm. Could have guessed you were working on another plan.” he joined in with a light joke.

“I got plenty of time for that, too.” she threw him a smile, blinding him for a second. “There’s just so much going on right now. Its…”

“Exhausting?” He cut her. “I guess working with Penguin does that to you”

“I don’t work with him” she threw back at him, her tone a bit sharper.

“For him, with him. It all sounds the same to me.” he said, opening his arms in contemplation.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, shaking  her head.

“Then explain it.” he requested. “Why do you do that? Why do you…”

“Steal, rob, trade, cause chaos” she cut him off. “I’m broke”

Pushing herself from the column, she moved to rest her hands on the window opening. The way she licked her lips and shook her head. The way her voice sounded ever so slightly broken. How she uncomfortably shifted on her feet after that comment. It wasn’t much of a choice, her way of life was perhaps the only solution. Jason felt sorry, he wanted to get closer, but he knew to stay away for now.

“I’m fucking broke. My family is gone. I don’t feel like working my ass off all day just to get paid in crumbs. So I decided to take my life in a new direction, and it turns out I’m good at that.”

“I’d say, really good at it.” Jason complimented. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to enjoy that” Y/n looked at him over her shoulder and, shaking her head, gave him a smile.

Shrugging, he said: “I like a good challenge.”

Jason liked whatever this was much more than the angry, frustrated talks they had while chasing each other. It was light, fun. He could work well with that.

“By the way. I took it for a ride, hope you don’t mind” she said, resting her elbows on the short wall, and her cheeks on her hands. “That’s a really, really, sweet ride you have there” 

Gulp. With air tightening at his throat, he opened his helmet, taking it off and placing it on the tank of his bike. Jason's sweaty hair stuck to his face, cheeks still puffed from the heat after running all the way to the parking deck. 

That’s something I would like to take a sweet ride on, Y/n thought, but shook it away as soon as possible.

“What was that?” Jason asked her.

“What was what?” she pretended not to know, begging the universe he didn’t notice.

“What were you shaking your head at?” Eyebrows arched, she knew he noticed. “Like what you see?”

“You’ve been staring at my boobs from the moment you got here and I haven’t commented a thing” she said, turning her face so he couldn’t see her cheeks growing red.

Raising his hands in defeat, Jason tried to change topics.

“It was custom made.” he explained.

“Then you’ll have to tell me who did it, because I might be interested in getting one myself”

“I built it” Jason proudly informed. “It took me a while, but I got it done just how I wanted.”

“Wow” she moved one more time, facing him fully now, and crossing her arms over her chest. “You must be great working with your hands then”

Looking down, Jason stared at his own hands. Calloused, with a few bruises here and there, and desperate to have them exploring all over her. “I have my talents.”

“I see.”

A moment of silence followed. Not awkward, not tense. Just quiet, as both tried to stray their eyes from each other.

“Just don’t put anyone in danger, alright?” was all Jason asked, turning around to leave. 

“So you’re really leaving?” Y/n blurted out, not proud of sounding desperate, but desperately not wanting him gone. “Just like this?”

If he was stupid, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight tint of sadness on her voice, or the light touch of desperation ingrained in it. But he wasn’t, he heard it. And mysteriously, it boosted something deep inside him, an ego he didn’t know he owned.

“I have work” liar.

“Do you?” she questioned, walking in his direction. 

Jason was already mounted on his motorcycle, ready to turn the engine on. But the sight of her getting closer stopped him from doing anything else. He felt trapped somehow, like something was keeping him tied there. But there was no rope, not chains, not guns pointed at him. Just her.

All the way, her eyes never left his, looking at him through seductive eyes, challenging him, inquiring the truth. However, he saw, deep down, they were also begging him to stay. Watching her every move, lips sore from biting, his mouth hung open when, upon reaching him, she crossed her right leg over the tank of his motorcycle, sitting on it.

Her knees touched his thigh, the space between them minuscule. She was close, oh so close to him. His hot breath hit her face, making her eyelashes move. Her own blowing directly at his lips. 

“Do you really have to work tonight?”she questioned him one more time, hands sliding up his tights, eyes hanging low and falling on his lips. His own hands traveling to her waist, as Jason saw himself drawing her even closer. 

“Not if I don't want to” he stated in a breath, voice weak and desperate. He could feel his pants getting tighter, and heat building up from his neck.

“Don’t then” she whispered against his lips, hers dangerously close, almost touching his.

“I won’t” he said, one hand flying to the nape of her neck and finally, finally, closing the space between their mouths.

Ferociously, Jason’s mouth wandered over hers, tongue immediately sliding in. He held strongly at her neck and waist, as her hands laid and caressed at his tights. The kiss was wet, hot, and desperate. He wanted to drown himself on her lips, lose himself in her touches. And Y/n was just as needy, as her hands traveled up and down his tights, and her sweet moans filled Jason’s ears like a soft lullaby.

Lifting her legs over his, tangling them around his waist, she drew her body closer, locking the small gap they still had between them and grinding on his clothed crotch, while her hands dangerously made their way to where he wanted them most. Palming his dick, Y/n let out a surprised gasp, as her small hand barely cupped his size entirely. 

Y/n already expected him to be big. Looking at his body size, it was an easy assumption to make. Sometimes when they met, she would notice the bulge in his pants and spend the rest of the night just thinking about his potential. And, when they were making out on her guest room bed, she could feel just how big he was. 

With Y/n massaging him up and down over his pants, Jason would release deep guttural noises, but never bothered about ever ungluing their mouths. His kiss was sloppy, wetting even her chin. He’d suck at her bottom lip, biting it occasionally. The silvery taste of blood filling his taste buds.

As she tightened her hold on him, he grunted loudly into her mouth. Taking both her wrists with one single hand, he took them away from his crotch and held them tightly behind her back. Lowering her onto the panel, being careful to not hurt her head, he stood on his feet as he dry humped her jeans. The thick fabric of her pants adding to the feeling on her already sensitive clit. WIth her legs still wrapped around his waist, she assisted his movement with some of her own, moaning out his name like a prayer, as nibbled at her neck. 

He kissed his way down her neck, sucking and biting on it, certainly leaving his mark on her skin. Knowing the bruises she would have by the next morning only grew his lust, a sense of power in having her marked as his own. With his big hands, he wrapped them around her breasts, picking at her nipples over her shirt. Y/n moaned, arching her back and exposing her neck even more for him to reach places he couldn’t before. 

He wanted her stained, body covered in purple, as his little art project. He wanted her mindless, no thoughts in her head, drunk from pleasure. He wanted her under his power, dependent, addicted. He wanted her so bad, so good, so wet for him. He wanted to fuck her here and now.

But he had to wait. Against his own nature, he had to stop, before it was too late.

“Get off” he demanded, raspy voice making shivers run down her spine. Pushing away, he unhooked her legs from around him and with the back of his hand, he tried to clean his lips. 

Upon his words, her eyes shot open, confusion and disappointment evident in her irises. Jason had to hold himself as to not fuck her then and there, as she looked fucking desperate for him. Needy of his touch.

“I’m not fucking you on my motorcycle.” he state, handing her his hand to help her off his bike. “I know a way better place for us to go.”

“Are you gonna be able to wait till we get there?” she asked, still breathless from seconds ago.

“You made me wait two days already. I guess I can handle a few more minutes. Can you?” he traded a question, raising one eyebrow at her.

Biting her lips, she rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, looking all messed up still. A part of her told her to go, leaving him hanging with his own ego she knew pretty well was getting inflated by each second she spent under his touch. But her horny side, the one speaking the loudest tonight, just wanted to get its release. 

Climbing over the back of his bike, she wrapped her arms around him, feeling the ripped muscles of his well shaped abdomen, and rested her cheek on his back.

Turning on the engine, he looked at her over his shoulder. “Hold tight”

A fan of speed, Jason had a feeling he had never driven faster. 

All over the city, he had secret hiding spots where he’d store weapons, money, and gadgets he needed for patrol. Small spots, needed mostly for storage and the occasional stitching up after a tough fight. But one of them was larger, his safehouse, built from two stacked up containers at an abandoned port storage lot. Jason considered it almost like a home, being there most of the time while out of patrol and not being busy with his civilian stuff.

He knew it was dangerous to bring her there, she could very well be tricking him, trying to get deep within his skin and rip something out of it. But every ounce of carefulness left his body the moment he crashed his lips to hers.

Parking outside in the dark lot, they climbed out of his vehicle and Y/n waited as he opened the container’s door. Inside, she was surprised by the tidiness of the place, not something she was expecting to see. It was clean and well organized. It contained a small kitchen, a living room and a bedroom on the opposite side to the door.

Y/n curiousness was heightened. This was so different to what she expected his home would be like. She thought he’d be like every other guy she had met, with a messy bedroom, unorganized book shelves, clothes hanging from everywhere. Sure, she hasn’t been with the type of guys that wouldn’t be messy, but his bunker was a very welcome surprise.

A stack of books decorated his coffee table, the only slightly “messy” thing in the entire unit. Taking the one from the top of the pile, Y/n was satisfied to see the early edition of Jane Austen’s Emma among his recent reads.

On the wall, a display showed a series of guns, knives and other weapons, drawing Y/n’s interest in seeing them from up close.

“Admiring the knives, Y/n?” Jason asked, breaking the silence hovering between them since they arrived in the place.

“You have quite the collection.” grabbing a larger knife in her hands, she turned back to him and continued. “No ropes, but knives. I see you’re into some kinky shit, Jason”

“We all have our thing” he didn’t deny. “Fire, isn’t it?”

Y/n liked cocky and fun Jason so much better than the angry annoying one she’d get most nights. Although she enjoyed annoying him, seeing how frustrated he’d get every time they met, this new calm, tranquil version of him was growing in her heart. 

It was hard to admit she had a thing for him, the guy who so desperately wanted to take her behind bars. She didn’t blame him, she knew what she did wasn’t that great. She didn’t have to do it like that, there were other options that wouldn’t have been as “easy”, but wouldn’t certainly get her into this much trouble. But all his trouble led her here, to his home, or she so assumed this unit was.

Almost every night, they’d meet, even if briefly, between all the other chaotic events in the city of chaos Gotham City. And every time they meet, religiously, Y/n would spend the rest of the night with him on her head. There was something about his hooded self, the mystery behind the mask, that attracted her. The fact he would do anything in his power to send her to Blackgate or any other prison added a risk factor that only made him hotter.

Then, she became obsessed. She'd learned his watching spots, always making sure to show up just around the corner. On the day of the Tiffany’s robbery, she knew he was close, and decided to strike before anyone else got close.

She didn’t think he’d like her back though. That night in her apartment came as a very welcoming surprise.

Everything that led to this event came as a surprise too. She was supposed to go home, rest after being done with her last debt to Penguin. But she saw him on her way, tiredly looking beyond at, seemingly, nothing, just waiting for something to happen. And then, she just stood there, watching him under the bridge, watching him fight with the two idiots she had met before at Penguin’s club, and watched him almost getting beat by Solomon Grundy. If she didn’t intervene soon enough, he’d have. But she wouldn’t let him, not under her watch.

Taking him from the floor, she carried his body with much difficulty to her apartment. Not all the way, as she stopped to rob someone’s car to drive him there, ensuring the driver she’d would return the car the very next day. She did, and even left him a thank you letter. 

Bringing him home was a stupid idea. At least at first. But when he looked at his cuts and scratches, she couldn’t help the primordial instinct of taking care of him. And when he looked all hot and needy, and when he kissed her passionately, bringing him home was suddenly the best decision she had made in a while.

But she couldn’t let it happen then. She was a criminal, but she still had a moral code. Don’t steal from the poor, only the rich. Help those around if you can. Don’t fuck anybody with the slightest level of unconsciousness due to alcohol, meds, drugs, or whatever. Basic human ethics everyone should know.

She regretted it, of course, as him doing things to her body were all that clouded her mind the entire day, her hands and toys not doing enough to send those thoughts away.

There was also the thought in the back of her head telling him he only wanted to fuck her because she was “hot”. Sure, maybe she wasn’t the prettiest, or had the hottest body, but it seemed like was more attracted to her than into her. She couldn’t say the same, feeling exactly the opposite. She imagined once he’d fucked her, he’d fuck with her and had her trapped and sent away.

She didn’t want him to break her heart. Yet, where she was now, she was waiting for it.

“Penny for your thots… Er-hm thoughts” he coughed, worrying about her sudden silence.

“Nothing important.” she replied quietly.

“Really?” he questioned again, wanting to be sure she was fine. “Anything I can help with?”

He was walking closer ever so slowly. Reaching her, he set his arms around her, on the same table she was holding herself against, trapping her in place and forbidding her from getting away.

Just fuck me out of this thoughts, she mentaly replied, for some reason too ashamed to say it out loud. 

His face rested mere inches from hers, and she could feel his minty breath once again.

“I want to kiss you” he admitted. “Can I?”

Biting her lower lip seductively, eyes glued on his, Y/n closed the space between them one more time. This turn, though, the kiss was softer, more contained, yet still as hot. His hand flew to caress her cheek with his thumb, palms resting on her jaw and the nape of her neck.

This slower pace, although really enjoyable, from Y/n perspective just wasn't enough. Her underwear felt sticky from the arousal she had earlier, and her core still twitched in desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and speeding up their kiss, becoming slowly as sloppy as it had been before.

He held onto her thighs, wrapping them around his waist. The close contact between their cores heating up their surroundings. She grinded on him, begging for some attention down there, as his lips wandered from her mouth to her neck, leaving bites all along. 

She could feel his hardening member growing inside his pants, the junction of his bulge and the hard fabric causing the friction against her clit to feel even better. Her moans were becoming louder and couldn’t stop fleeing her lips. Jason, on the other hand, kept his composure.

The tables were turned now, and Y/n was the one desperate for release. 

Sliding his large hands under her shirt, he pulls it up her head with ease. He watched her chest heaving under her pink lacy bra, the sight driving him closer to the edge. While he stared, Y/n swiftly slipped her hands down to take off her jeans too, as Jason took the hint and removed his jacket and his shirt too.

Y/n pulled him by his belt, ending their distance to kiss him once more. His hands flew to her boobs, tightening his hold and playing with her hardened nipples. Slowly, he made his way down to the valley of her breast, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he could find. Looking up, they locked eyes, Jason making sure to not look away as he pulled the cloth covering her tit with his own teeth.

The sight couldn’t have been sexier, Y/n not noticing the moan she let out just at that. 

Mouth clashing against her soft skin, Jason sucked violently on one boob as his hand played with the other, causing Y/n’s head to roll back and hit the knife display on the wall. Her sudden move dropped a few of his knives onto the table, but they couldn’t have cared less, both letting out breathy laughs over the incident.

When he felt he was done with her breasts, he licked his way down belly, sending shivers down her spine. When he reached the waistline of her panties, Y/n’s breath hitched. The hot air from his breath hitting her core. She watched him attentively, waiting for his next move.

“I can smell how excited you are, Y/n” he commented, eyes glued to her core. “I wonder how you’d taste like”

Y/n had to hold tight onto the table to not let out a scream, Jason’s warm tongue sending jolts of electricity up her spine. He licked up and down her folds, one stroke at a time, driving Y/n nuts from impatience. He noticed her despair, and he enjoyed it thoroughly, slowing his pace even more, taking his sweet time licking at her clit.

“Jay…” Y/n begged, a hand moving to grasp at his hair.

“Pantience, sweetheart.” he mumbled between her tights.

“P-please”

Deciding to attend to her pleas just this once, Jason shoved his face down her soppy pussy, tongue moving at a much faster pace. Y/n’s legs went instinctively to rest over his shoulders, and he grabbed them tight to keep her trembling body from moving. Y/n’s lower abdomen twitched, as Jason devoured her intimacy like a hungry man. 

Jason was focused, himself enjoying every moment he spent licking her cunt. Sometimes he would give some much needed attention to her clit, and watch her squirm and shake above him. Her warmth overcoming him, her liquids sliding down his jaw, face all wet from her pleasure.

“Ah, you’re doing so good!”

“We’re just starting, Yn.”

And dropping her legs down, he stood up from the floor, shin glistering. Confusion and disappointment much more evident on Y/n face this time, frustrated with being so close to release. 

Jason breaks them apart, Y.n’s head rolling backwards immediately, as she begged for air. For a few seconds, he took some time  to admire her pose, boobs hanging out, face crunched from pleasure. But he didn’t waste any time before shoving his mouth on her nipples, drawing a surprised scream from the back of her throat.

“W-why did you stop?” she asked under heavy breaths.

“C’mon Y/n. I’ve never been easy on you. What made you think I was gonna do it this time?”

A smirk on his face, he spread her weak legs apart and stood in the middle, cupping her cheeks and leaning in for a kiss. Y/n could taste herself in his tongue, his soaked face staining her own with her juices.

“Do you wanna go to Blackgate?” he suddenly asked. Not understanding a thing, Y/n just stared at the muscular guy ahead. “Answer me Y/n. Do you wanna go to Blackgate?”

Y/n just shook her head.

“Good” he said, giving her a chaste kiss. Reaching behind her back, Jason grabbed one of the fallen knives. “I guess you won't be needing this tonight”

Gliding the blade carefully up her tights, Jason cut her panties and with a swift movement threw them aside. He grabbed the back of her legs and wrapped them on his waist, propping her up to carry her to his bed.

As she laid in his bed, exposed and vulnerable, she took some time to admire his strong body. Ripped muscles modeled his arms and abdomen, and basically every body part she landed her eyes on. Standing at the edge of the bed, staring her down while holding a knife, he looked dangerous and borderline frightening.

“Tonight, Y/n, I’ll be giving you a sentence.”

Slapping hard at her cunt, Jason’s hand massaged her clit with his thumb as two fingers slid inside of her. “And you’ll leave here a good, reformed citizen”

Y/n couldn’t hold back the loud moans that escaped her mouth. Arching her back, she screamed his name like a prayer. Hands grabbing onto the bed sheets, Y/n saw her mind go blank with her first orgasm of the night.

“Such a good girl”

As Y/n heaved and panted, trying to ease her breath, she listened to the sound of his belt falling to the floor. When she looked up to face him, Jason was  stroking his dick, grunting by himself as he watched her struggle to keep herself together. She observed his red tip drip with pre cum, her tongue instinctively hanging out.

“Do you wanna lick?”

She nodded innocently, moving to stand closer, but he pushed her back to fall on the bed again. 

“No. Not tonight.” pulling her to him, he slapped his dick on her soft cunt, teasing her entrance with his own tip. “Tonight I’m fucking you”

With one hard movement, Jason slipped his entire length inside of Y/n. She cried out his name, as his thickness stretched mercilessly, the sharp sensation causing tears to form in her eyes. He thrusted hard into her, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

“Oh, god. F-fuck!” she cried out.

He held her tight for support, pulling her and he pumped his cock deeper, getting lost in the warm sensation of being wrapped inside her tight wet cunt. 

“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. You’re making me feel so good.”

He watched her clothed tits jumping up, and angrily removed her last clothing item from her body. Palming her breast, he played with them as his thrusts started getting sloppier. H could finally feel his frustrations fading away with every thrust, and as she sang out his name he could feel his release getting closer. 

With one last hard thrust, he pushed himself out.

“Turn around” he demanded, and she quickly obeyed.

His hard hand hit her ass, surprising her and drawing out a loud cry. He slid his hand once more between her folds, watching her tremble under his touch.

“Jason, please, please. Just make me cum”

“Not yet, princess” he warned, as she cried in complaint, but as he kept stroking her clit she came undone on his fingers. “Tsc tsc tsc. I told you not yet.”

“I’m s-sorry, Jay. I just couldn’t… you were making me feel s-so good. Aah”

Jason pushed her head down onto the mattress, holding her in place by the neck.

“You better keep yourself together. Or do you want me to send you to Blackgate right after we’re done”

“No, please”

“Then wait till I let you cum” she nodded her head, tears soaking the bed.

He lined himself at her entrance once more, teasing it with his tip and he felt her cum melting on his tip. Snatching her hands from where they were supporting her up, he held them fiercely behind her back, as he made his way deep inside of her.

His cock hit heavily at her cervix. Her wall is tightening around him, sucking him even deeper. He was losing himself on her while he fucked her dumb. After so long trapped in intrusive thoughts and in unholy dreams, Jason felt in heaven. He grunted out her name, thankful for choosing a safehouse so far from everybody.

His thrust were getting clumsy, his dick missing entrance her a few times. As she placed him back where she wanted him most, she thrusted back, giving him a moment to rest before returning his moves once again.

“Jay” she whispered out. “I getting close”

“Shhh. Not now, baby. Just a little bit more.”

Grabbing her by the neck, he yanked her up to meet his chest. Her head rolled back to rest on his shoulders as he gained speed, the new position making him hit her favorite spot. Y/n cried out in his ears, when he fingered her clit for a third time.

He bit and sucked on the skin of her shoulder, holding back moans of his own.

“Jay, I-i” she tried to speak, but he cut her off by crashing his lips to hers. Still clutching her neck, he sucked on her tongue as he felt her nail dig into his ass.

“I’m almost there” he announced, sucking on earlobe. “Just tell me. Tell me you’ll stop.”

His drive never seeming to slow down, he requested, voice muffled her neck. he requested. 

“Tell me you stop stealing, robbing, dealing. Tell me you’ll stop, then I’ll let you come”

“I’ll stop. Yes, please. I’ll stop, I’ll stop. Jason, please let me come.”

“Look me in the eye tell me this again. Like you mean it” he demanded, capturing her chin and moving her look him deep in the eye.

“I’ll stop. I’ll be a good girl… just for you.”

Jason’s hands rubbed her harder, his thrusts making her mind go blank from ecstasy as her body melted onto his. The know below his stomach coming undone as he filled her with his seed, her own orgasm makes her body spasm against his hold.

Riding out his high, he pushed in at a much slower pace. Leaving butterfly kisses on her back as he lowered them both to rest on the mattress.

When he pulled out, Y/n groaned, already missing the sensation of him filling her up.

After cleaning themselves, Jason watched her back rising and falling, breathing finally even , her eyes closed as she laid on her belly. It wasn’t a sight he expected to see anytime soon, or ever, really. But he was glad to be seeing it, he was glad she was here. With him.

Getting back on the bed, he pulled her and hugged her from behind. He laid a soft kiss behind her ear, hearing the quiet sound of her breath.

“Do you bring many of his villains here?” she gently asked.

“Only the potentially dangerous ones.”

“I hope you have tapped your night with the Joker then. I’d be really interested in watching that”

Throwing his head back, Jason blurted out laughing. Y/n’s heart beat faster at the sound, wishing to hear it more often.

“Relax. He didn’t catch my attention like you.” he confessed, returning to leave kisses on her skin, something he found himself addicted to. “No one did.”

“Good!” she said, and she tightened his hold onto her middle. “I don’t want your attention anywhere else.”

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[besaya-glantaya]

In an attempt to exorcise these thoughts from my brain (this movie has taken up residence in my soul), here is an incomplete list of the things I notice and love in Red White and Royal Blue.

1. Henry staring in utter disbelief at the frosting-covered whiskey tumbler Alex plops distractedly into his hand whilst pawing ineffectually at the mess all over Henry's shoulder. Comedy gold.

2. Nora pretending she doesn't know either of them and hiding her face as they scuffle in front the cake.

3. How Alex has Henry literally in his pocket while talking turkey.

4. During Henry's "what does it mean" crisis talk over The Kiss, the entire scene is dressed in bi flag colours. Nora is in pink, Alex in blue, with a purple poster in the background.

5. The soft "whoa" of the white house staffer, who walks into Nora's office just in time to hear her ask Alex: "How many guys have you been with?" She hesitates, stunned, and then looks as if she'd like the ground to open up and swallow her now, thank you very much.

6. His Royal Hardness making flustered small talk with the UK Prime Minister and the US President, while the FSOTUS goes in for a cheeky squeeze. You ridiculous, giddy, fools.

7. Ellen's exasperated "my son thinks he's a fucking comedian" look in reply to Alex's "The night is young, Ma" and his shit eating grin, before diplomatically, and very sensibly, removing the British PM from the vicinity of these two horny idiots.

8. Alex's warm and teasing delivery of "Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?" after Henry says he's "as gay as a maypole." Boy is smitten.

9. When Henry invites Alex to the charity polo match, his initial awkward nerves transition to fond derision when Alex's tells him, crestfallen, that he doesn't know how to play polo. Bless.

10. Henry on a horse. Very much in agreement with Alex on this one.

11. The interleaved editing of the polo match and tack room shenanigans. It reminds me strongly of the interlaced 'what if' scene in Steven Sodenburg's Out of Sight, which is executed at a far slower pace but delivers that same feel of two people being inexorably drawn to each other, almost as if events are fated to happen.

12. The lighting in the Paris cafe scene. God damn those are two beautiful men.

13. Henry's gleefuly bashful admission of innuendo in the Paris cafe. He's just given Alex his full Royal name, but its Henry Fox that's in control here and he's revelling in bringing every moment of his inner fantasies to life.

14. The heartbreaking disconnect between their two perspectives in the Paris walk scene.

That's some bullshit

It's my life

Doesn't mean you have to accept it

Alex has spent his life pushing defiantly against societal expectations. Henry has spent his life weighed down by them, isolated in a way that Alex only barely grasps.

15. I wish, with all my heart, that the fairytale political landscape of this movie was real.

16. The entirety of the morning after scene in the hotel room during the DNC is perfection and Zahra is the MVP. Matthew Lopez said he had no idea he was going to get that mini panic attack from Sarah Shahi and kudos to Sarah for that perfomance. Inspired.

17. How quickly and assertively Alex say "No" to Zarah's "would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?"

18. The way Zarah says "Everytime I see you, it takes another year off my life." This phrase plays on loop in my brain during shitty work meetings.

19. The coming out scene with Alex and his Mom. A joyous balm for those of us who never got to experience that with our own parents.

20. Forehead touches. Ugh.

21. My brother in Christ, sharpen your knives Oscar, what did that pepper do to deserve that?

22. The catatonic state of sadness that Henry exists in after swimming away from Alex. My heart hurts.

23. The pride flags in the crowd outside Buckingham Palace. Again, can we all have this universe, pretty please?

24. The way Henry takes Alex's hand with such ease in public after the election win. If only Paris Henry could see you now.

[Exorcism sequel here]

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[moonlight-sonata99]

Walk the line

No.2

Carmy x reader

Summary: getting used to takes some time, nonetheless you try your best.

A/n: I'm still getting used to making realistic convos, literally rewatching S1 just to get the characters right lmao also when I say slow burn. I mean that☠️

One

'It's way to damn early for this..' you think sighing on the way to work

'who am I kidding it's always early when i go to work dumbass'  you think again seeing the beef coming into the view,

Making your way inside your greeted by the empty kitchen, it was your first time in here since mikeys..Shaking the thoughts out of your head a sudden nervousness came in your chest, 

'What if this carmy some fancy dude who thinks he's hot shit?'

'Or what if he judges you fo-'

"Morning chef" a voice interrupts your thoughts as a man walks into you vision, he seems to be preparing for the day it seems..?

"Oh uh- morning" you say walking to the locker and putting away your things looking at the guy taking out the meat and beginning to put it in the oven, he was...not what you were expecting. He was shorter (not that's its a problem) , blue eyes, and light hair with curls in them.

'Damn.'

"Carmy right?" You say closing your locker and walking over to him.

"Yeah" he nods replyingshortly, closing the oven and meeting your gaze as you walk to him. 

"Nice to finally meet you," you say, extending your arm and he shakes it and you tell him your name, "mikey told me about you, uh..looking forward to working with a professional" you say letting your hand rest on the side of your lap. 

"Right, I uh do baking with Marcus. But I can do more to" you say, explaining your position in the kitchen as he listens

After explaining that to him he begins to tell you of how he will be running things.

"Understand?" He ask as he looks at you with his blue eyes your nod.

"Yes chef." You nod. He follows suit.

"I'll go ahead and prepare then" 

Was it a mistake coming back?

Was it??

Okay maybe not cause, these Fuckers lied to you about carmy not being your type.

Cause goddamn,that man was definitely your type. His arms alone could make your eyes wander from whatever task your doing and just gaze at them for however minutes. Also whatever protocol he had you guys on was chaotic as hell. Well not really, not to you at least. But to the others it seemed they needed a bit more time warming up to carmy...

"I don't know" Tina mumbled to you as she kept her eyes on her pan "he knows all of these fancy shit.." she says frying as you cut up vegetables next to her 

"They are kinda..complicated. " you reply throwing the vegetables into the pan to fry and she nodded 

"I'm sure we'll get used to it, right?" You say again looking at her as She only sighs and nods again.

"I fuckin hope so."

Getting used to this was... hard but you didn't give yourself a hard time since you were still new to this new setup.  way different from how mikey operated. Continuing to cut more vegetables you looked up from the board to look at Carmy to see him running across the kitchen fixing whatever the crew fucked up on now.

You shook your head lightly feeling bad for him. Everyone was already giving him shit, and if this is day one god….you only wondered what time would bring.

Time passed indeed and carmy's screams become a constant in your day. you tried your best to keep up with his instructions and his screams numbed into the background as you would only focus on your work .

Topping a sandwich ritchie was running your ear and tinas as he spoke about some thing you didnt really care about, but it was starting to get to you.

"Ritchie if you don't shut the fuck up-" you sighed out as you get the stove on and rubbed your temple, as Ritchie went on about some dude who….

What did he do again? 

"Okay, Okay fine!" he said raising both of his palms up and Stepping away,

"I'm sorry, I love you, but sometimes you talk to damn much, " you explained as you walked and he followed you. 

"Look, I'm sorry but that's just how I am!"

"I know dumbass but I wanna be alone right now,Please?" 

He sighed for a moment, his eyes darting away from you "Alright, i gotcha" he said patting your back as you went I to the walk in

Shutting the door you sigh to yourself the hum of the room your only companion, "What was I even looking for?" you think looking over the ingredients in here as you sighed.

"What the fuck is wrong with me today.." you mumbled into the silence of the walk in.

It was all building up maybe it was so different ?? you knew Carmy wasn't mikey. He wasn't. Hell they didn't even look alike. 

Maybe i just miss him.

The thought echoes as you stood there just staring until the door opens,

"hey, you okay?" feeling a hand on your shoulder you turned back to see those same blue eyes, now out of your trance you nod your hand slowly

"y-yeah good. Sorry i uh…" you traill off looking back at the ingredients i need a break " you say quickly before walking out and  sitting on the concrete, After a few minutes, the door opened and closed and you felt a presence next to you.

"You alright?"Carmy voice which was calm  asked as you looked down at the concrete.

"Yea it just- still getting used to this… waving your hand up to the building. "Which no hate to you, its good. ... not a chef or a cook." you admit fiddling with your pants "Mikey had me helping marcus-so i guess it's all new to me."

"yea-yea no i get it." he responded looking at you. "you don't need to apologize though, " he says, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. "you'll get it better the more you do it"

"you knew him?" he asked again as you met his gaze.

"I did, he helped me in a rough time. "You explained leaving it at that. 

"Good dude but hella loud." you say chuckling and hearing a small scoff from him.

Leaning your head back on the wall as you looked at him. 

"Ritchie said you went to Culinary schools? " you asked and he nodded 

"i did"

"How were they?"

he only gave you a look that seemed kinda surprised, 

"What no one asked you this yet?" you asked Putting your elbows to your Knees 

"No one from here no,not yet" he replies letting the cigarette dangle from his two fingers.

Letting out a small 'hmm…' your gaze wandered off him and looked at the door,

"I know, they're assholes now but once yknow them, their… less assholes. " you say with a grin and he only chuckles looking down, 

"Yea, I knew them sorta before coming here" he admits setting his gaze to the floor.

"But y'know Ritchie- he's still an asshole. " you add before standing up, as he chuckles finishes up his cigarette and follows suit.

"Yea, Ritchie's an asshole." He repeats shaking his head with a small smile.

Heading to the door, Carmy looks back at you as if to ask something but turns away before even mentioning something, and you head on the inside without noticing.

Hey,

Me again. How are you? I know we have text messaging but 1. I lost your number somewhere,somehow. 2. Sending letters is cool and makes me feel ancient. So, Compared to last time I

Im… doing kinda good. still working in that restaurant, but i kinda like it ? now with  here it feels "professional " if that's what you can call it . ?? Hes making all these changes and everyone fucking hates him. Me? Maybe. Well at first yeah. now I know why Mikey would talk about him the way he did. Carmy's … different.in a way. I like it.

I like him.

A/N: making the reader simp over carmy cause...like who wouldnt? but it's just a attraction not love yet unfortunately :> alps o debated having reader being hired after carmy takes charge. But I really liked the idea of mikey having known the reader and not really mentioning her. Makes more...mysterious:]

#the bear #the bear x reader #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy x you #carmy x reader

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Wanna Be Yours - KSJ (18+)

Pairing: CEO!Seokjin X Fem!Reader

Summary: A peaceful, dreamless sleep is all you wanted after a long and boring office party but life has different plans and that plan includes the CEO of your company.

Theme: Drunk confession, fluff, dirty talk, little bit of smut.

Word count: 2883

Warnings: Strong language, a very cute drunk Seokjin, kind of unrequited feelings, drity talk. MDNI!

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It's 2:50 am in the morning. It's dark, it's early, it's everything but the right time to have the door of your apartment banged like this, doorbell rang like this. But it's still happening.

You open your eyes somehow. For the first couple of seconds you contemplated sleeping through it all. Why should you wake up from your precious sleep to open the door for a damn lunatic or god forbid a murderer or a rapist. But you can't take it anymore.

It's been three minutes since whoever the fuck is in door, been banging it like a lunatic. Your neighbors are already very selfish and cranky. You don't wanna irritate them any further. So you wake up. Turn the lights of your bedroom on but keep the drawing room dark.

You decide to use the peephole first and then if you find anything shady, you'll call for help. Tiptoeing towards the door, you place your eye on the peephole and you're shocked. Are you dreaming or is this reality? Maybe you're dreaming, otherwise why would the CEO of your company be standing on your door at the dead of the night? But then he bangs the door with all of his power again, making you almost fall on your butt.

Okay, so this isn't a dream but that doesn't sum up the situation or the reason Mr. Kim Seokjin will be here at your apartment at 2:50 am. You blink for a few times to throw away the remnant of sleep still tugging your eyes down. Another round of bangs echoes in your apartment clearly signifying that Mr. Kim is very impatient. You lick your lips once as you reach for the door knob.

The door creaks open, Mr. Kim's hands are in the air, as he is about to knock once more. He smiles seeing you at first and then takes you in from head to toe and toe to head. You gulp once, taking him in too. He is still in the tailored suit he wore to the party.

Earlier that evening, your company hosted a party to celebrate its silver jubilee, where everyone had a good time. There was music, dance, good food, a lot of flings, people finding people for the night or maybe for longer. However, you didn't enjoy it as much. Office parties are always the boring part of work, you think. And you hate it when they throw themselves at each other in the name of team bonding and networking. You hate it when people throw themselves at you especially, the ones you work with.

So, you spent most of the time with Jeon Jungkook. He doesn't work at your company but he is very close to Mr. Kim, almost like his own brother so he was invited. You had met him a couple of times before as he is always invited to your office events. You two get along very fine, because just like you he hates when girls and guys throw themselves at him. And some of your female coworkers having a secret crush on him, didn't really work well for the evening. So you two stuck with each other. It was a mutual agreement because no one disturbed you anymore. You two danced for a bit and then headed straight to the buffet and ate to your heart's content. But what you can't ignore is the fact that your eyes met with Mr. Kim a couple of times and his eyes were darker than usual. You two exchanged smiles and you admired how gorgeous he looked but something was off the entire time. You will lie if you say you didn’t feel a little thrill about the underlying darkness in his usual bright eyes. But that’s that. Only thrill and nothing more.

No doubt Kim Seokjin is one of the most handsome men you have ever seen. His entire existence oozes royalty, as if he is not just the CEO but the king of his dynasty.

But tonight he looked extra handsome. His tailored black Armani suit, glinting Rolex on his hand, and leather Gucci shoes screamed for attention from every present person on the floor. You were no different. As a normal woman, your eyes seek the comfort of resting on a handsome man even for the sake of it. But that's just it, you don't fancy your hot and handsome CEO. you have never looked at him like that, rather you have always idolized him. It has always amazed you how he managed to drag this company so far, pulling it out of debts and making it one of the most reputed Architecture firms in Korea. You wanted to be like him, so you kept him out of your desires.

You have hardly even talked to him out of business hours. It was maybe two to three times when he called you up to work with him on some projects that were running behind the deadlines, but again that is just business related, even if you two worked at his penthouse, in his personal office. Hence, it is really safe to say that there is no friendship whatsoever between you two, and there is absolutely no freaking reason for him to be here at this hour. Only if this visit has anything to do with that darkness you perceived earlier, then you need some answers.

“Can I come in?” Seokjin says. There is a weird tone added to his voice, which suggests that he is drunk. Okay, so maybe he lost his way and came to your apartment? Of course not! You never invited him, he definitely went through your documents to find your address, which is weird for a drunk man to do, unless he has a solid reason. And you wanna know the reason.

“Sure” you reply, as you step out of the doorway to let him in.

“Ummm… nice house. Smells so good….. Smells like you.” Seokjin murmurs as he scans your apartment once.

“Mr. Kim? What brings you here to my apartment at 2:57 am?” you ask, trying to keep your voice as polite as possible.

“I-ah… I am really sorry to bother you this late but….” he turns his body to face you. You two are still standing at the narrow space of the doorway. Your curiosity seems to take over your manner as you don’t even offer him to sit before asking him any further.

“But?” you press on the matter.

“I could not stop myself from visiting you. As you might already realize, I am quite drunk, but not wasted, I swear. I just thought it would be better to do it cause I can’t do it while I am sober.” he says, staring at the wall behind you. You don’t understand a thing. Do what and why does that include you.

“Do what?” you ask again, being polite even though your curiosity is overpowering.

“Kiss you.” he says, staring directly into your eyes. Your eyes go wide with shock. You don’t know what is happening, what is he talking about, why is he saying whatever he is saying.

“What?” Your voice is small.

“I said I wanted to kiss you because I fucking like you!” Kim Seokjin does WHAT!? Your throat feels dry in an instant. “Do you even know how jealous I was during the entire party seeing you and Jungkook spending the evening together! That punk! He even danced with you? Put his hands on your waist, on the small of your back, laughed with you, ate with you. Did everything I want to do with you cause I am in fucking love with you!!!” His voice is loud but he is not screaming at your face. You are now pinned on the wall as he hovers above you.

“You what?” you ask, bewildered.

“Look at you, you don’t even have a clue and here I am dying with each passing day because I can’t tell you that I would like to take you out on dates, drop you home after work, I want to cook for you, I wanna bake cookies with you, wanna watch movies, and every little cringy thing that couples do. I also wanna suck your lips each time you bite ‘em concentrating on a design, I wanna slide my hands under your cute little pencil skirts, I wanna unbutton your pretty blouses and bury my face in your cleavage, oh hell, I wanna fuck you bending you over my desk. I wanna fuck you until you can’t think of anyone else but me, until you scream my name.I wanna fill your cunt with my cum and force you to carry that for the rest of your shift.”

Now these words are completely vulgar, totally obscene. The CEO of the company cannot spit these words out to an employee, a model employee like you. You should get angry, furious even. But surprisingly you don't. Rather you feel something down there, something like an arousal.

It's not like you are a touch-starved woman, you have your fair share of hookups from time to time but there's something in the way Seokjin says those words. The lust is mixed with an equal amount of longing. And that makes you weak on your knees, makes you feel something warm inside your chest. The feeling is not totally unwelcomed and thus, you don’t say anything. You breathe heavily and listen to what he has to say.

However, he doesn’t say anything anymore. He only looks at you with those glossy eyes for a few seconds before his eyes drop on your lips. He starts leaning down and again, and very ridiculously, you don’t do anything. When his lips touch yours, you taste the whisky he has been drinking the entire night. But his lips are so soft, delicate, pillowy and everything you have never experienced before. His right hand comes to cup your left cheek as the left one reaches for your waist to tug you closer.

Fuck! You like it. You like the way Seokjin is kissing you, you like his taste, his manly smell, his body heat pressing onto yours. You love it all and as a result you kiss back. Seokjin groans when your lips start to move with his, rhythmically. Fuck fuck fuck!!! You fucking love it!!!!

The kiss turns hungry within moments and you find Seokjin's hand slipping into the satin shirt of your night suit. You are definitely not wearing a bra so the moment his fingers come into contact with the swell of your breasts, he moans into your mouth. His fingers reach further as he palms your tit and squeeze it hard. You grasp. You love it when your partners give your tits a little more attention and you totally love the way Seokjin is twisting your nipple between his fingers. Your hands reach up and encircle around his neck and then gradually find their way in his dark brown hair.

Seokjin’s hard length presses onto your stomach and suddenly you realise what you are doing is not right, not at all right. You can’t take advantage of his drunk state even if he just confessed to you. So, you part your lips from his, but the impatient man chases you. You chuckle a little as you put a finger on his plump swollen lips and look at him. Man! He is gorgeous. His hooded eyes, dark brown locks falling on them, his glienting lips and eyes full of lust and love make him look unreal.

“Mr. Kim, how did you get here? Do you have your car and driver with you?” you ask him, without removing your hands from his body.

“No. I called a cab.” he replies sheepishly.

“Oh”. “then stay the night”.

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Something feels so wet under seokjin’s cheeks. Gosh he is probably drooling again. Thanks to the wet session Jin’s peaceful sleep comes to an end. He tries to open his eyes but his eyelids are way too heavy. The softness of the pillow feels different and wait does it smell like you? Damn! It does. Is he still dreaming? The beautiful dream from last night where he confessed to you, talked dirty to you and then kissed you and felt your skin on his skin. He smiles on the pillow and then turns to lie on his back. Then it clicks. As he stares at the ceiling he realises, it’s not his room, it’s not his home. Then the door clicks open and you enter.

What. The. Fuck.

None of it was a dream?? He actually drank his ass up enough to end up in your home late at night? Then say those dirty things to you? What the actual fuck. He groans in realisation. You probably think he is a creep, a pervert. You're probably gonna lodge a complaint against him. Will you even accept his apology or will he have to lose his most disciplined and beautiful employee? But then again if it's not a dream then you apparently kissed him back, let him touch you and let him stay the night.

He tries to hoist himself up on his elbow but his head spins, thanks to all the alcohol from last night.

"Easy Mr. Kim, easy." You say, there is a playfulness added to your voice. Jin opens his eyes to take a look at you. Fuck. Why the hell are you so beautiful? You look as fresh as ocean air. How can just a simple white oversized tee and a pair of grey sweatpants make you look so alluring? He tries to measure your mood through the look on your face. There's nothing negative and he doesn't know what to feel about it all. You approach him with a bottle of hangover drink.

Standing at the side of the bed you extend your hand towards him in order to offer him the drink. Jin doesn't know what to say, how to say, hell, he can't even meet your eyes. You are kind, he knows but how will you treat him after this incident, he wonders.

He takes the drink and waits for you to leave or to say something but you do none, you only stand there with folded arms and look at him. He understands that you want him to make the move. So he clears his throat,

"I-I'm so sorry for last night." He says, looking down at the duvet, "I… I really don't have enough words to apologise to you for whatever I did last night. But trust me, I am really very ashamed. I didn't mean to bother you but…. alcohol overpowered my rationality. I can promise you nothing like this will ever happen again." He continues with a low but determined voice.

"So….. you remember everything. Good for you. Cause I need some answers." You reply, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Answers?" Seokjin is nervous now.

"Yeah."

"Okay"

"About whatever you said last night… Do you mean everything?" You ask him, with eyes trained on him.

The drunk confession is over now it's time Seokjin becomes a man and confesses to you in his sober state. This is his chance and he will do his best.

"Yes. Absolutely true. I like you so much. So damn much that it hurts when you don't see the way I look at you, smile at you. The way I wanna be yours." Finally, finally the burden is off his soldier now. Even if he has to face rejection now, he could at least say that he tried instead of being a coward.

But you don't say anything. Not a word. And Seokjin takes it as a rejection.

"I totally understand if you don't feel the same way as me. I totally understand Y/N. I didn't mean to say those words last night. I mean I was jealous but obviously you have the right to choose the one you like. Even if it’s Jungko-" he is cut off as you place your delicate lips on his plush ones. To say that he is ecstatic will be an understatement. He does not waste a single second and kisses you back. The kiss is slow and soft. He loves it, fuck! he loves you.

Parting your lips from his you say, “I will be honest Mr. Kim, I don’t feel the same as you. I have always idolzied you but never really pictured you romantically. But when you said those words last night and kissed me, something shifted and…. It felt good and real. So, I am willing to try. I wanna give this a go and if I am willing to try then I am kinda sure it will work out.” you smile easily.

Seokjin’s heart somehow drops at your confession but it also fills with hope so he reaches for your hands and engulfe those in his large veiny ones.

“I promise I will make you fall for me, just give me a month.” he requests, giving your hands a squeeze. You nod in agreement.

“Make me wanna be yours just as desperately as you wanna be mine” you say slowly before your lips meet his in order to taste them yet again.

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[hockeyandhrsepwr]

How on Earth?

*The boys try to embarrass Eddy, but things don’t go the way they expect*

The hockey boys are at a house party and have decided to spice the evening up with a little game of truth or dare.

“Eddy, your turn” Luke says and the boy rolls his eyes. “Dare.”

“Okay, think of the cheesiest pick up line you can, then say it to a girl of our choice & try to get a date.” The boys start snickering and looking around the room. “Her!” Duke points to a group of girls chatting in the corner “Bruh there’s four of them. Be specific.” He rolls his eyes. “The redhead in the black top. 20 bucks you can’t get her number.”

“Ooh, 30 he gets shut down right away.” Luke pipes up.

“15 he can’t get a dance with her” Comes from Mark

“Wow guys, thanks for the support.” Eddy flips them off as he makes his way towards the girl.

Duke snickers and the guys ask him what’s funny “She’s in my management class. Ive asked her out before but she said she doesn’t like athletes. And she definitely saw him over here with me.” He rubs his hands together. “There no way he doesn’t get shut down.”

Y/n POV

You’re standing chatting to a few friends that lived in your first year dorm, when someone taps you on the shoulders. Your friends are smirking and you turn to see Ethan Edwards, one of the hockey players. You know a few of them from classes but haven’t met him yet. You can see Dylan over his shoulder smirking. Oh shit, he’s wearing glasses. They’re my weakness, especially given how cute he is even without them.

Ethan POV

Holy shit she’s hot. The girl looks up at me questioningly. I’ve forgot what I’m supposed to say.

Y/n POV

He clears his throat

“Sorry, I just had to come over & say, my eyesight may be crap, but I can still see you’re an absolute catch. “

It takes a second but you laugh. “Really?”

His face falls, so you rush to finish “It was cute!” And his face perks back up. “So if I asked you if you want to grab a drink?” “Now or another time?”

He smiles “hopefully both?”. Damn he’s cute. You smile back.

“How about coffee tomorrow morning?” You wink

“That sounds good! Can I get your number so we can sort it out?”
“I’m thinking more we could maybe grab one now at my place and then see…” you trail off, hoping he’s picking up what you’re putting down. It takes a sec, but he seems to get it & blushes. He nods, dopey grin on his face. “I’d like that”

“Okay, Why don’t you give me a few minutes to tell my friends I’m leaving & then ill come grab you”

He nods & heads back to the boys as you walk off in search of your party buddy.

No one POV

Ethan walks back over to the boys, getting razzed because he didn’t get her number. They ask what pick up line he used, and the response is overwhelmingly “what the hell?” “Please tell me you didn’t”

Duker starts up “God thats embarrassing man. Of all the possiblities, you come up with that? No wonder it didn’t work!” He finishes just as someone approaches the group

Y/n POV

You sling an arm around Dukes shoulder as you say hey to him, Mackie & mark, who you’ve had classes with at some point over the last 2 years.

“Sup boys, having fun?” They nod. “Cool, Eddy you ready?”

He nods & extends a hand. You grab it and pull him towards you. “Bye boys” you call over your should as you pull Eddy away “see you Monday Duker.”

You head out and start the walk back to your apartment.

Back at the party

The boys are speechless. “How in the fuck did that work?” Mackie muses

“Guess its not that she’s doesn’t like athletes, she just didn’t want you” Luke laughs as he nudges Duke, who’s still staring at the front door.

“Legend” Mark says, as some of the junior guys make their way over. “Did Eddy just take a girl home?” Jacob says, and the boys relay the tale. “Alright! He’s got game.”

#ethan edwards #umich boys #umich imagine #ethan edwards x reader #blurb #jjwritesshit #hockey #umich boyos

[heartbreak-sandwich]

💌Red Letters to Nowhere💌

A/N: Chapter 2 is FINALLY here! Thank you for being so patient with me. I've been having a hard time writing the longer winded chapters lately. In Chapter 2, your first day at your new school wasn't as bad as you thought it would be -- that is, until the day ends, and Billy is less than thrilled with your choice of new friends (angst incoming - no other content warnings for this one).

Read on Ao3 ❤️‍🔥 Chapter One 📖 Master List 🌈

💌CHAPTER TWO: Certain Type of People💌

You spit your toothpaste into the sink, rinsing the last of it down the drain, and jumped with a gasp when you straightened back up to see Billy standing behind you in the mirror. He chuckled and patted you lightly on the back before greeting you with sleep still lingering in his voice.

“Morning, new kid.” He smiled as he opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed his own toothbrush, slathering it with a thick line of toothpaste before getting to work, brushing back and forth vigorously, still smirking around his mouthful.

“Morning,” you mumbled, putting your toothbrush back in its spot in the cabinet and closing it, realizing Billy’s sharp, blue eyes still connected with yours in the mirror. “What?” you asked, your cheeks tinting pink at the heat of his stare. Billy just shrugged, still keeping his eye contact until he pushed past you to spit his toothpaste into the sink. You rolled your eyes and left the bathroom, trudging to Max’s room to make sure she was ready to leave for school.

Max was slinging her backpack over her shoulder, her skateboard resting under her opposite arm, and she looked up as you entered her room. You could tell she was nervous even though you were sure she would never admit it out loud.

“You ready?” She gave you a quick nod, and you turned back the way you came, making your way into the kitchen with Max on your heels. You grabbed the three pieces of toast you had prepared before you finished getting ready and handed one to Max who quickly crunched a bite out of it. You both traveled to the living room where your backpack was waiting.

Billy appeared just a moment later in his denim jacket with a cigarette ready between his lips, keys jingling in his hand. You handed him one of the pieces of toast, and he looked at you like you were insane.

“What’s this?” he asked around his cigarette, glaring down at the offering.

“Breakfast,” you answered, crunching a bite out of your own toast. He finally accepted the toast from your outstretched hand, squinting with suspicion at the kind gesture.

“Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled before striding past you and Max to open the front door. He didn’t wait for either of you as he approached his Camaro, quickly sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine with a loud roar. “You guys coming or what? We’re going to be late!” Billy was already impatient. That didn’t take long.

You and Max exchanged a puzzled look before you both exited the home, closing the door behind you, and got into Billy’s car. The ride to school was silent with the exception of crunching toast until Billy grumbled.

“God damn, I can hear everybody chewing in this fucking car,” he hissed before pushing a cassette tape into the player and turning the volume up to an earsplitting level, Judas Priest’s You Got Another Thing Coming rattling the speakers as his led foot kicked in, and he sped down the road toward town.

When you reached the Hawkins High parking lot, the three of you got out of the car, and Billy didn’t look back at you or Max as he slammed his door, flicking his cigarette onto the asphalt and strutting toward the front of the building. The ogling eyes of each girl he walked past were so painfully obvious, it almost made you sick to your stomach. The worst part was the arrogance that oozed out of him with every swaggering step he took and every high five and clap on the back he received from the boys that approached him. He loved this.

“Ugh,” Max scoffed.

“Yep,” you said dryly, knowing she had just come to the same conclusion you did. The two of you exchanged a look before meandering toward the front of the building, Max hopping on her skateboard and veering off to the right to find the Hawkins Middle entrance.

After a visit to the office where Janice, the school secretary with way-too-long purple nails, presented you with your class schedule and a scrap of paper with your locker number and combination on it, you managed to find its location without having to ask anyone - thank God. You were busy fighting with your combination lock when you felt someone run into you from the back.

You stumbled forward, dropping the stack of papers Janice had given you as they flowed all over the floor. You immediately felt embarrassment wash over you as you squatted down to collect them, trying to put them back in order, and you noticed a pair of Nike sneakers and bent denim clad knees in front of you. A boy in a green sweater with tall chestnut hair was helping to gather your papers.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, handing you the remainder of your paperwork. “Tommy doesn’t know when to use his inside manners.” He looked at you with friendly, hazel eyes and a warm, crooked smile. You both stood up at the same time.

“Don’t worry about it,” you finally said quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush growing on your cheeks. “And thanks.” He nodded, his smile unwavering.

“Anytime.” He held out his hand. “Steve Harrington. You’re new here, right?” You took his hand, giving it a firm shake.

“Yeah, I am. I’m Y/N.” Steve nodded again and looked like he was about to say something more before a boy with short brown hair and freckles appeared at his side and punched him in the shoulder.

“Don’t be rude, Harrington. Are you going to introduce us to your new friend?” Tommy nodded in your direction as a shorter girl with long brown hair and a pink sweater slid out from behind him as he draped his arm over her shoulders. She blew a bubble and popped her gum as she eyed you up and down, waiting for Steve to oblige Tommy’s request.

“Y/N, this is Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins,” Steve said through a sigh as he gestured to each of them respectively. Before Tommy and Carol could join the conversation, the morning bell rang, and the sea of students started to part in different directions.

“I’ve got to get going,” you told them with a soft wave. “It was nice to meet you guys.”

“See you around!” Steve called after you as you beelined for your first class at the end of the hall. You sucked in a deep breath before entering the classroom, praying the teacher wouldn’t make you stand at the head of the class and introduce yourself.

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By the time lunch rolled around, you were exhausted. You made your way back to your locker to exchange your textbooks for your copy of The Outsiders. You were ready for a break, so you decided to explore outside beyond the football field to find a place to read. On your way outside, you passed by Billy who was standing in a circle of people wearing expensive shoes and letterman’s jackets, all talking loudly about someone named Tina who was hosting a party that Friday. You met his eyes, but only briefly because he quickly looked away to refocus his attention on the conversation in his circle, obviously not wanting to be bothered. Go figure.

Beyond the football field, you found the edge of a seemingly thick forest. Breaking through the line of trees, you walked for a few minutes until you noticed a picnic table in a small clearing. It was a neat little spot, and you wondered what it was doing all the way out here. You didn’t see anyone else around, so you set your backpack down on the table and took a seat at one of the mossy benches, opening your paperback and immediately losing yourself in its pages.

After a few moments, the rustling of leaves startled you. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound to meet the gaze of a pair of friendly, deep brown doe eyes nestled beneath a mess of long, dark, curly hair.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man said, holding up a hand. “Are you…here to buy?” You stared at him, perplexed.

“Buy?” You furrowed your brows and continued to stare.

“Or not,” he deduced with a grin. “People don’t usually come all the way out here unless they’re looking for me.”

“Oh,” you responded flatly. “Sorry. I didn’t realize this was somebody’s spot. I just wanted a quiet place to read.”

“During the lunch hour?” He smirked at you and crossed his arms. “Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you before.”

“You haven’t. I just moved here.”

“A month into the school year?” He whistled loudly. “Rough.” He took a seat on the bench across from you, clattering a black lunch box onto the table in front of him. “I’m Eddie.” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you obliged.

“I’m Y/N.” He made surprisingly deep eye contact and smiled as he repeated your name.

“Y/N. Charmed.” You blushed slightly and hoped Eddie didn’t notice, but his grin made it obvious that he did.

You surveyed the patches and pins on his denim vest – Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest. His style was different, alternative, and he noticed you eyeing him.

“You like music?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on the table.

“Sure. I can tell you do, too,” you answered with a cheeky smile.

“Is it that obvious?” He scoffed and looked down at his hands for a moment. “Do you smoke?”

“I never really liked the smell of cigarettes.” You scrunched up your nose at the thought, and Eddie cleared his throat with a chuckle.

“Uh, not that kind of smoke.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he waited for you to answer.

“I don’t get it.” Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Grass? Weed? Do you smoke weed?” You felt embarrassment rise to your cheeks as you responded.

“Oh, right. I have before, but it’s not a regular thing,” you answered, fidgeting with your book on the table.

“Consider it a welcome gift,” Eddie declared, opening his lunch box and handing you a small baggie with a tiny green nugget inside.

“Oh…thanks, I guess.” You gave him a kind smile as you pocketed your baggie and closed your book.

“Don’t mention it.” Eddie closed up his lunchbox and stood up from his bench. “Tragic news on the horizon.”

“What’s that?” Eddie let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

“It’s about time to get back to class.”

“Oh, right A travesty.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and continued to make small talk with Eddie as you both marched your way back to the school, parting ways when you emerged into the foyer.

What you hadn’t noticed was a pair of blue eyes burning into you from across the parking lot as they watched you walk into the building with Eddie Munson by your side and a smile on your face.

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The rest of the day went relatively smooth, but you were glad to be heading home after so much excitement. Returning to your locker a final time, you collected your study necessities for the night.

“Hey,” a familiar voice greeted as you slammed your locker closed.

“Oh, hi,” you answered. Eddie’s smile widened when you returned his greeting. “I just wanted to ask you –”

“Y/N!” Billy’s voice boomed in the hallway over every other sound, causing passersby to stare in your direction.

“Billy.” Your voice was small. Why was he yelling at you?

“Time to go,” he said flatly, staring daggers into Eddie whose face fell into a frown.

“Sure,” you answered. “Just one second. Eddie wanted to ask me –”

“I’m not your fuckin’ chauffeur. I don’t wait. Let’s go. Now,” Billy demanded, his voice getting louder by the second, hands balling into fists at his sides.

“It’s okay. I’ll catch you tomorrow,” Eddie conceded with a tight lipped smile and a half wave as he hurried in the opposite direction of where Billy stood. You scoffed and glared at Billy before pushing past him and stomping out to the parking lot.

Max was already waiting beside the blue Camaro when you arrived with Billy sauntering behind you with his usual swagger, taking a moment to wave at some girls who were giggling and whispering as they crossed his path. You rolled your eyes and opened the passenger door for Max to get into the back seat before seating yourself and slamming the door closed.

Billy’s mood was icy, and you could practically feel the eggshells under your feet as soon as he sat down.

“Don’t slam my door,” he said flatly, keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead.

“Don’t be a dick to me in front of my friends,” you countered, folding your arms across your chest. “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson is not your friend.”

“Right. Because you get to decide who my friends are.” You glared out your window, wishing you could be anywhere else when –

“Hey!” Billy grabbed your wrist hard enough to get your attention and held it up as he spoke through gritted teeth, his menacing eyes searing into yours. “There are a certain type of people in this world you stay away from.” Billy’s grip on you tightened, and your eyes brimmed with tears. “And that guy, Y/N,” he seethed, squeezing harder. “That guy is one of them.”

Billy shoved your wrist back into you, and you turned your body to look out your window again. You could see Max’s worried expression in the side view mirror as a tear escaped and ran down your cheek. What the fuck was his problem?

The rest of the drive home was silent, and Billy didn’t utter another word or even look in your direction again until dinner time.

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You were setting the table when he entered the dining room and took his usual seat.

“Smells great, Susan,” he gushed with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Thank you, Billy,” your mom replied, pressing a hand to her heart. “It’ll be ready in just one second.” She hadn’t stopped talking about how impressed she was with Billy’s manners since she met him. You rolled your eyes at his display. What a kiss ass. You could feel his eyes on you as you finished your task and sat down across the table from him, but you avoided making eye contact.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Billy fidgeted with his knife, tapping and scraping it on his plate before sighing dramatically, tipping his chair backward onto two legs. You finally looked at him, and he was still staring directly at you.

“Did you want something?” You weren’t amused by his method of garnering your attention, and you were even less thrilled with the way he had spoken to you earlier. Billy leaned forward in his chair and rested his hands on the table, speaking in a hushed voice.

“I wanted to say sorry. For earlier.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his apology.

“Okay, I guess. Thanks,” you answered tentatively, your eyes narrowing.

“I just –” he shifted in his seat again and chewed on the inside of his cheek as he chose his words carefully. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know? The pressure is indescribable, but it has its perks. If people see you hanging around with The Freak and they know you’re my –” he stopped as if saying the word “sister” might induce vomiting. “If they know that you live here, and we’re…associated, then I start to take the flack. Do you get what I’m saying?” You nodded slowly and scoffed, looking down at your empty plate.

“I understand what you’re saying, but I think it’s stupid,” you retorted. Billy’s expression didn’t change.

“It might be stupid, but it’s better to be on top than to be one of them,” he said dryly, leaning back in his seat again, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“To each his own.” Billy nodded at your response when your mom piped up from the kitchen.

“Come and get it!” Both of you rose from your seats and parted ways, Billy going towards the kitchen and you heading to Max’s room to tell her dinner was ready.

You poked your head in through Max’s door and rapped on the doorframe.

“Hey,” you said, stepping over the threshold into her room.

“Hi,” she greeted, looking up at you from her bed. You could instantly tell she had something on her mind.

“Dinner’s ready. You okay?” She nodded and looked away from you for a moment before answering fully.

“I just – I didn’t like seeing Billy talk to you like that earlier in the car.” Max locked eyes with you, and you frowned.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. He does.” Max was angry. Injustice never sat well with her, especially when it came to her big sister.

“He did,” you reassured, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yep,” you affirmed, nodding slowly. Max was quiet as she processed the unexpected news, and she finally stood up, setting her comic book down on her pillow.

“Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Neither did I,” you agreed.

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Security Guard

Just a little fluffy meeting FF. Hope yall like it!

Warnings: Use of Y/n, Fluff, language? , self-insert

Y/N's POV

I work at Build-A-Bear workshop at a mall, and I have been for 3 years. Some might tell me to get a real job, but I like it here. I love the people that come in and out of the store. Even the bratty kids who tug on their parents' fingers to take them elsewhere. But, aside from the customers I love my coworkers. I often talk to other store employees and I feel like I have a tight bond with the security guards here. Most of them are friendly or have a great sense of humor. The only one I don't know is the younger one (around my age) who just got hired a couple months ago. He seems like the "leave-me-the-fuck-alone" type. He's cute though, from what I've seen and I bet he has a great smile. The ones who never use it always do.

Mike's POV

Coming into work that morning, I thought it was going be another boring ass day. "An easy day". That's what I thought. I was making my second rounds around the mall for the day when I saw some guy bolting from the Build-A-Bear store, a small white bear in his hand. A girl from the store is halfway out of the store, calling after him but knowing she can't catch him. She can't, but I know I can. So I do my job, I sprint after the asshole to both do my job and maybe hope to impress her a little.

" STOP! HEY, STOP!" I call out. It doesn't take long to catch up with him being drunk in all. I grab him by his collar, and he swings a fist. I dodge it but lose balance and we go tumbling into the large dazzling fountain in the mall center. We're both wet (the bear too) and I've just about had it and am about to cram my fist in this fucker's face before another security guard comes over and states he'll take it from here. God, I'm thankful for his perfect timing because I can't afford to lose this job. I pick up the wet bear from the water and wring it out as best I can, but I know it isn't a salvageable thing. I have to give it back to the store though, but mainly I finally found an excuse to talk to the hot girl that works there. As I walk over, she's leaning in the entrance of the store and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. Damn it.

Y/N's POV

I see the guard coming over, the bear seeming small in his hand. He's practically dripping from his little excursion. He's standing before me way too soon, and introducing himself.

"Hi," he says. "Here's your bear." He hands me the wet bear, and I'm reluctant to take it. But, when I do our hands touch and I think I see his breath hitch but I might've imagined it."He's uh- A little beat up, but he should be fine." I can't help the small laugh that escapes,

"Thank you, I appreciate it." I make a little disgusted face at the state of the bear and he notices.

"Hey, take it easy on him. It's not everyday you almost get kidnapped, its traumatic." His voice is soft as he jokes. I raise a pierced eyebrow,

"Are you... flirting with my bear," Glance "Mike?" I tease, and he smiles a little causing me to return the smile immediately. I knew it, his smile is gorgeous.

"What, no!" He protests in fake offense, causing me to laugh. I take note of his dripping hair,

"Do you want a towel?" I offer, 1. To get him dry, I don't want him to catch a cold, and 2. Because he's fine as he'll and I want to draw out talking with him as long as possible.

"What?"

"A to-wel." I say, sounding it out and motioning to his whole body. (I feel like a douchebag immediately afterwards.)

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

Mike's POV

God, I felt stupid when she held the door open for me, "Come on inside." She said. I liked her and didn't wanna ruin this, so I stepped inside. Obviously not quick enough because she picked up on my hesitancy and asked quietly, "Hey, you okay?" Her voice was gentle, and she touched my arm to reinforce her concern.

"Yeah, of course." I try it make it as convincing as I can, but her almond-shaped brown eyes are still staring at me, questioning. I give her my best "I'm good" smile and for extra measure pat a nearby bears head.

"Okay," she says finally, repenting. "I'll go get you that towel." I must've looked as froggy as I felt because before she left she adds, "Please don't run away on me," with a smile so sweet it could give me a toothache.

"I'll be right here," I reassure her. She finally walks off, but not before muttering something to her coworker. I wander around the store, but sticking close to the windows. Afterall, I'm still on duty.

Y/N's POV

I'm relieved to find Mike right where I left him, except he's staring out the window. "Here's that towel," I say to get his attention before handing it to him. Its a cute red towel with an airplane on it, but he looks at it as though I just showed him some sort of a corpse. But, he takes it and gives me a little nod of appreciation. As he dries himself of I hear him mutter, "Abby would love it in here." Curiosity and fear flood me. Is Abby a girlfriend?

"Abby is.." I inquire, righting the position of a purple bear on a shelf.

"Oh, she's my little sister." He tells me, and I feel guilt tickle my stomach. Of course. He hands the towel back to me and adds, "She's the best." That warmed my heart, I've always wanted a little sister.

"You should bring her in sometime, I could make her one." I say, hoping he'll get the hint that I want to get to know him more. He just shrugs. Really?

"I need to get back to work." He says, walking to the exit door. My heart sinks a little, but I know he has responsibilities.

"Yeah, okay." I can't hide the disappointment in my voice. "Thanks though for keeping our shopping- Shit, I forget the word," this brings a little laugh from him. "Thanks for keeping the mall safe Officer." I joke and give him a little smile. He replies with a quiet 'whatever'.

Mike's POV

There's a moment of silence after she say her joke, and right then I want to kiss her really badly. But, I don't. Instead I say, "Well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, okay." She sounds so disappointed and now I feel like an asshole. But she smiles, and I smile back. (I haven't smiled so often in forever.) "Bye." She says quietly.

"Bye." I say before quickly turning around to leave.

Y/N's POV

As soon as he's out the door, I turn around and look at my coworker. "He's literally so fucking fine, dude." I say and she laughs. "No, he's literally-" My words are cut short as I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I spin around on my heel and its Mike. Fuck.

"Sorry to interrupt," God damn it, he heard me. "But I needed to give you something." He hands me a piece of paper, and he looks nervous. I love that I made him shy. He says a quick bye again, and he's actually gone from the store this time. I unfold the piece of paper and do a little celebration dance. On it in a messy hand is his phone number and underneath his name. I guess I'm gonna be meeting Abby.

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i’m not her | steve harrington

this is part 2 | part 1

steve x (f)reader! , robin x nancy (just a little bit)

summary : you can’t keep competing against nancy for steve’s attention

wc : 2.2k

warnings : friends to lovers, angst!, fluff, cussing, drinking, this story is set in s4 and eddie and chrissy are alive! abit of gun talk as well

a/n : this is my first ever fic so if any information is incorrect or my writing is wonky please be nice lmao, this is for you guys who loved part 1! @yohanabanana @selfdeprecatingnerd

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after dropping robin off, you drove home and changed into comfier clothes. you kept replaying what happened at the party as your head hit your pillows and you soon dozed off.

you woke up with a slight hangover. luckily, you were prepared for something like this so you already had advil and water placed on your nightstand.

steve had a shift at family video and was hoping to see you. he had trouble trying to sleep last night thinking what the hell should he do. was calling an option? should he wait? should he drop by to check in on you?

‘morning dingus’, robin walks in but still no sign of y/n. he just smiled and nooded.

he could not stop his mouth before opening to blurt out, ‘why did y/n drove off like that yesterday? is she okay? why is she not here with you? do you know anything robs?’

robin huffed already dreading this shift, she did not want to be pulled into whatever situation this is.

‘you should ask her yourself, harrington’

‘now?’

‘good god, do i need to tell you everything? you’re a big grown man, you know what to do’, steve rolls his eyes. he was clueless actually knowing he messed up big time.

‘yeah yeah whatever, just help me out with these will you?’ the day seems to be going slower than normal and steve just can’t wait to be done.

you called in sick that day. you didn’t know how many more sick days you can take before steve got suspicious. you spend the day moping around trying to forget what happened.

‘please y/n, come to the party with me.’ its been only a day since the incident and robin is begging for you to come to a party. ‘i do not want to be alone. i need my bestfriend with me’, its been like 20 minutes of robin whining trying to get you to go to some stupid party.

‘eddie and nancy will be there,’ you couldn’t even bring up his name anymore. ‘i really don’t feel like going to a party right now’, you looked to the mountain of tissues on your nighstand. damn you really needed to clean up in here.

somehow, robin convinced you. you did not want her to be alone, you know, knowing nancy will stick to steve and eddie doing his side business. so here you are, in your car picking up robin, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel while humming a tune.

‘lets go y/l/n, we have a party to get to’, robin was weirdly excited clapping her hands, rushing into the car. i mean party’s can be fun i guess but you have never seen her so excited.

‘wait, you didn’t tell me whose party it is. where am i even driving to?’ you tilt your head and looked at robin and she began to look down and playing with her fingers. she looked guilty.

‘umm, i’ll tell you where to go, just start driving’, she’s being really weird right now, more than her usual self. she would not even look at you. ‘robin…’

you huffed in annoyance. you did not want to start a fight so you just followed her instructions. the more you drove, the more you realise how familiar this path is. after about 10 minutes of driving, you see people gathered outside and you hear loud music. this house… this road… oh.my.god.

‘robin buckley! this is steve’s house! what the fuck? there is no way in hell i am going in’, you turn to robin and she looks back with pleading eyes, saying please just give him a chance.

‘y/n, i’m so sorry ok? i didn’t mean to trick you but if i told you from the start you won’t even come with me! please just do it for my sake! i- i wanna talk to nancy…let me see her’, part of why you rarely fought with robin because you could not be angry at her for long when she looks like a lost puppy. you were not prepared to face steve today but you love robin, so, ‘fine. let’s make it quick’

steve knows you need the space and the bags under his eyes tells alot that he has not been sleeping. using this to his advantage, he decided to throw a party. he gets to drink and its a pretty good distraction from everything.

there was a swarm of people. somehow everytime he throws a party, he is reminded of the prime time of king steve, oh how much he hated that name but after everything he went through, meeting dustin and robin, the rest of the little shits, and you, he grew up. he knew better.

‘steve! what’s up my man! great party!’, steve did not even know who that guy was. i guess thats what happens when you’re not a bully anymore. steve did not want to be mean though, thats not who he was, ‘hey thanks man’.

his eyes start scanning, scanning well for you. it was second nature to him, to find you in any room he walked into. it was upsetting knowing that you might not even be here and even if you were, you wouldn’t be looking for him.

‘stevie, y/n and robin are here, would you like to…you know say hi?’, steve was hesitant. eddie was scratching the back of his head, scrunching his face, scared if steve might get angry or tell him off, ‘cmon let’s go and dont call me stevie’.

‘hi buckley! y/n! back for more i see?’, ahh eddie, with his casual flirting and teasing while giving us a side hug. then, he appeard behind eddie. steve. how did he look more handsome than the last time you saw him? a polo tee tucked into his jeans, tighten with a belt. he smiled and you swear your heart fell into your stomach. you blanked out for a second.

‘where’s wheeler? i wanted to talk to her’, thank the lords that robin spoke up because the tension that was in the air could be cut with a knife.

‘she’s talking with chrissy, right in the backyard’, steve pointed to where nancy was laughing holding a red solo cup.

‘i’ll follow you, i’m going to get a drink’, you definitely did not want to be stuck here alone with steve knowing eddie was about to leave too. ‘y/n, can we ta-’ but you already brush past him.

‘man, she would not even look at me. ugh this is so frustrating!’, steve threw his hands up in the hair then rubbing it in his face while groaning. he felt helpless as he stared at you drinking…vodka. he thought you hated vodka, always rather have something less intoxicating but hell what did he know, you were never this upset at him.

‘steve man, you need to chill, you should try to get her alone. she doesn’t hate you man, trust me’, its the opposite actually. ‘how do you know munson?’, steve squints his eyes at eddie.

eddie just shakes his head and pats steve on his shoulders and leaves to do his side business. you had too much to drink, you wanted to drown in your thoughts, to forget steve, nancy, everything. ‘y/n, y/n, y/n… looks like you’re becoming a party girl, may i join in?’, jason fucking carver. you hated him since a long time ago and you hated him more when he started the rumours about eddie. ‘piss off carver, i’m not in the mood’. he did not take the hint as he steps closer. everyone else was too busy chugging something down their mouth, sniffing something up their nose or hands all over one another.

‘carver! hey man, back off! she said to leave her alone’, god steve, playing hero. why did he out of all people have to come to the rescue?

‘fuck off harrington, you don’t know what she wants’, jason and steve were eye to eye now creating a scene. people started watching and chanting things like ‘fight! fight! fight!’

‘steve, stop, you do not want to do this’, eddie came up behind steve and tried to push him away but it was too late when jason threw the first punch. then the second punch came from steve and after that you lost count. steve bled through his nose and jason had a huge cut on his mouth.

you had enough, ‘stop! please, guys just fucking stop!’ you stood in between them and they finally stopped. ‘y/n, im sorry, can i-’ you walked away, you could not stand this right now.

‘y/n, stop! please stop walking away from me’, that made you stop dead in your tracks. you were at the top of the stairs and hung your head low, god you had too much to drink.

‘sweetheart, why, why are you not talking to me?’ god even when you’re ignoring him, he still uses these pet names. he walked up the stairs grabbing a hold of your wrists.

you pulled him off, ‘steve, i’m not ignoring you if thats what you’re concern about’, steve shakes his head in disbelief. ‘its been a day! you know we don’t fight, not like this! you can’t even look me in the eyes right now, don’t lie to me!’ steve was frustrated, running his hands through his hair.

before your mind could stop you from saying something stupid, your mouth spoke, ‘its always nancy! nancy this, nancy that. god, i could barely get a word out to you at the last party! am i so bad?… maybe i am huh?’ you scoffed. before he could say something else you continue, ‘i feel so stupid, of course its always nancy! she’s so much prettier, smarter and hell she can get behind a gun with confidence, i hate myself steve, every single day, i- i just want you to notice me, want you to look at me the way you look at nancy. i’m not your first love steve but i want to be your last’, there you said it. the words that have been trying to get out for months now and you finally said it. people were starting to stare now and you can’t help but tears were spilling out. you were drunk, embarrassed and tired.

‘sweets, i don’t love nancy anymore. not in that way. you have to trust me when i say i don’t have feelings for her anymore’, steve’s eye soften and he walked closer to you. he could not give a single shit that people were watching.

‘don’t lie to me steve. you could not stop talking to her at the last party. you were laughing and you looked so happy’, you laughed bitterly wiping the tears off your cheek.

‘i’m not allowed to laugh y/n? i’m not allowed to talk to people?’ he sighs, ‘the truth is…’, oh here it goes, get ready to get rejected in front of everyone, ‘the truth is…nancy was talking to me about robin, she likes her alot and she didn’t know what to do and wanted to come to me for some support and advice, that is why i was with her all night. i wanted to find you but before i could, she came to me. i’m so sorry my love, i wish i could go back in time and talked to you but i can’t and i’m so fucking sorry’, now it was his turn to let the tears fall.

‘steve, im-’

‘no, i, i have to say this before it’s too late, i was also talking to nancy about you, about how i liked you since your first shift at family video, how i can’t stop thinking about you. how you would scrunch your nose everytime you get embarrassed, how you hate when they added carrots to your meal, how your eyes look when you smile at my stupid jokes and the list goes on. i am so in love with you y/n and i can’t believe i almost lost you. yes you are not nancy but that’s the point, you’re you. i will never make that same mistake again, i don’t ever wanna lose you’, he reached out for your hand again and this time, you let him take it. he pressed a kiss on your forehead. you can’t believe this was actually happening, steve likes, no loves you.

‘steve, i have been dreaming of this moment and i can’t believe its happening at a stupid party’ you chuckled. ‘i am drunk as hell right now so can we just go home?’ you and steve walked down the stairs hand in hand as everyone was still watching you. you looked in the backyard and see robin and nancy holding hands and giggling.

‘finally buckley! i knew she liked you!’ you cheered while clapping your hands. you see both of them blush. eddie whistling as he walk towards you two, ‘guess you two finally stopped being pussies huh? and of course, so happy for buckley and wheeler’ guess eddie knew all along. you all laughed and you and steve waved eddie, robin and nancy goodbye. you took a mental note to apologise to nancy and congratulate robin tomorrow.

‘ready to go home, girlfriend?’, steve put his arm around you trying to support your drunk ass from falling.

‘so ready, boyfriend’, you laughed, finally in the arms of the guy of your dreams.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader #friends to lovers #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #jealous steve #jealous steve harrington #steve harrington fluff

[btssunnyboy]

Vermilion - Part 2

The fate of the band rests on the back of the two people who couldn’t hate each other more. What happens when they’re forced to pick between rivalry or fame? Part 1

Word count - 3.0k

Warning - Jungkook is a complete asshole, he makes a remark about acne, cuss words.

Bts , Nct , Ateez

————————————————————————The bright red numbers on the clock did nothing, but aggravate him more. At exactly three o’clock in the morning Jungkook could do nothing, but stare blankly at the wall in front of him. Being in this room was the last thing he ever wanted, actually being this close to you was the last thing he ever wanted. It was your stupid fault that he was even in this mess to begin with. Vermilion was doing just fine before you came along, and ruined everything. Just because you and the other two grew up together doesn’t mean you should just get a free ride into the band. There were much better looking and more talented people that had approached them. But for some stupid fucking reason they decided that friendship was worth more than a good reputation.

Watching you sleep so peacefully was pissing him off. He didn’t deserve this, three bedrooms would’ve been just fine with him. But no you had to be a raging bitch and get him stuck in this situation. Now you’re gonna have to pay, and he’ll make sure of it. As silently as he could he crept out of bed, the squeaky mattress not helping as it creaked under the slightest movement. But as quickly as he could he stood up, and rounded the corner of your bed. Your phone was laying in the nightstand and his perfect plan was in motion. With a quick hand he held it up to your face, but sadly for him the stupid Face ID wasn’t working. Multiple combinations went through his head. The first attempt was your birthday, and when the screen shook lightly to indicate it was wrong he tried to think on his feet.

What would someone like you have as a passcode to your phone? Then it hit him, 02-16-20, the date the band got its first big gig. He closed his eyes as he put in the last digit and he prayed that when he opened them back up your Home Screen would appear. By the grace of god the picture of you all, which has him ever so slightly cut out, appeared. So original, but he plans on getting your back. The clock app was ready and waiting to be clicked on. Your alarm for five o’clock sharp was turned on, but now it’s sadly deactivated. Maybe making you late to the interview tomorrow will show you jusy how much bad luck you truly are. After finishing his mission he quietly crept back over to his bed and grabbed a pillow and the small throw blanket that laid beside it. Using the flashlight on his phone he dug through his belongings for a quick outfit. Like hell if he was gonna come back and let you have any time to get ready.

The floor was surprisingly silent as he made his way to the door. With a quick hand he swiftly brought the door open and shut it as quietly as possible. His feet brought him right towards we’re he wanted to go, Namjoon and Yoongi's room. Three quick knocks sounded on the door, and now all that was left to do was wait. And wait he did, five minutes seemed like hours to him as he stood outside the door. Another round of knocks, that we’re sharper and harder this time, sounded off the door. Soon enough it swung open with force enough to blow his hair slightly.

“The fuck do you want?” A pissed off Yoongi stood at the door. His eye bags were heavily displayed as he rubbed them. An eyebrow cocked up as he stood impatiently waiting for the younger guys to respond. “Well, are you gonna tell me, or can I shut the door?”

“Please I’m begging you, y/n, it's so damn loud with her snoring I can’t get any sleep.” Jungkook faked a yawn as best as he could. His eyes started to droop as fatigue started to set in. Yoongi narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he examined what was in front of him. A pleading look took over Jungkook’s face as he started to lean against the door frame. “Please!”

Begrudgingly, Yoongi moved aside for him to enter the room. A quick smirk jerked at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. Part one of his plan had been completed, now he at least gets two and a half hours of sleep. He made his way towards Yoongi’s now empty bed, but before he could even lay his pillows down he was jerked back by the collar of his shirt. A confused expression began to cover his face.

“You get the floor, I get the bed. That’s what you get for waking me up at three in the morning.” Yoongi yawned as he crawled back into the warm spot. He turned his body away because he knew that Jungkook would put on his puppy dog eyes and beg him to share the bed. But before he could even protest, Yoongi spoke again. “It’s either the floor in here, or out of the hall.”

Jungkook made a face at the older man, but nonetheless he made himself a comfortable spot by the heater. The floor was way better than a bed next to you. Hell a dumpster was a better place to sleep, if it meant he could be away from you. He propped his arm underneath his pillow and adjusted his blanket. Phase one was done, now it was time to drift off to sleep with the thought of you being so unprepared for tomorrow. And as sick as it sounds he put him right to sleep.

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A sharp jab to his side woke up right up. A confused namjoon stood him. An eyebrow coked as a way of asking, why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?

“Couldn’t sleep with some loud bitch snoring in my ear.” An even harsher jab was delivered to his side as he abruptly sat up. “The hell?”

“Sorry, my foot slipped.” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders as he reached for the suitcase that was next to him. He ignored the guy on the floor and proceeded to toss his suitcase on the bed. Digging through it for an appropriate outfit for today's interview. “Do you think y/n is up yet.”

“I’d say so, normally she gets up an hour before we have to leave so she can get ready.” Yoongi yawned as he ran a hand through his hair. His outfit was already on, the only thing he needed now was shoes. “But do you think we should go check?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, he needed to think of a response quickly. If they went and woke you up now, then you would definitely look put together for an interview. “I wouldn’t, you know how girls are when you see them without their makeup.” A fake laugh passed through his lips. He silently prayed they we would believe that.

“For once the idiot is right, y/n, doesn’t really like to be bothered when she’s getting ready.” Namjoon stated as he stirred the sugar into his morning coffee. Thanks to Namjoon’s morning tiredness he wasn’t thinking as sharply as he normally does. And Jungkook thanked the gods for it. Because know you get to see what it’s like to be on the other end of sticking out like a sore thumb. After all the times you’ve made fun of him for being unprepared it’s payback time.

“It’s okay five thirty, I bet the breakfast bar is still open downstairs.” Yoongi piped up as he finished tying the laces in his sneakers. “It looks like we could all use an energy boost.”

This couldn’t be more perfect, they were gonna be all the way downstairs, even further away from you. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from smiling just a little bit, you’re definitely not gonna be ready by the time six o’clock rolls around.

“Why the hell do you look so happy?” Namjoon questioned as he placed his cup in the sink. A questioning look across his features.

“Jsut excited to finally have a good meal for once is all.” Jungkook shrugged as he pulled the black t shirt over his body. He stopped in his tracks halfway from the door as he saw the other two weren’t moving. “Can we get going, I’m hungry.”

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The loud banging on the door made you shoot up in bed. Without thinking you raced towards the noise and swung the door open. There stood four confused men. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you waited for them to speak.

“Well you didn’t have to get so dolled up to answer the door, sweetheart.” Jungkook sarcastically stated he took a big bite from the treat in his hand. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your eyes widen, you realized just by looking at them. They were ready to go, and yet you were still in your pajamas.

“Oh my god!” You panicked and shot away from the door. With a quick hand you grabbed your duffel bag and rummaged through it. Your hair isn’t done, your makeup isn’t done, nothing is done. “What time is it?”

“It’s five forty five, we were all getting worried when you didn’t text us back so we came to check on you.” Yoongi stated as he walked into the room and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You had multiple outfits to pick from, but he could tell your mind wasn’t thinking right.

“Is it that time of the month, because it looks like your acne is getting worse.” Jungkook asked as he sat himself down on his bed. The creaking of the mattress filled your ears as you tried to fight back tears. Did you really look that bad?

“Shut up, idiot.” Yoongi barked as he turned his attention back to you. He could tell just by your demeanor that the comment stung. He knew that you were always weary about your looks and Jungkook talking like that definitely wasn’t helping anything. “Here this is nice, put it on and we’ll all go wait outside for you.”

Without a second thought as Yoongi walked away he grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt. Tugging at him harshly to get him up from the bed. He stepped on the back of his heels purposefully as they walked out the door. “You just can’t stop being an asshole for one second can you?”

“It's not my fault that she looks like shit.” A harsh slap was delivered to the back of his head. A small gag came from the back of his throat as he coughed up his cinnamon roll. “Dude!”

“That’s enough! We have less than ten minutes to get on the road if we’re gonna make it in time, and I need you two to stop acting like brats and be civil for an hour!” Mr.Young tried to keep his composure as he stared at Jungkook. His eyes were about to pop out of his head. So much chaos was happening around him and was about to make his head implode. He asked one thing of you two, one thing, and it already seems like it was a mistake to give you all a second chance.

“We have five minutes to spare and I’ll just do my makeup in the car.” You painted lightly as you swung open the door. Relieve flashed over Mr.Young’s eyes as he ushered you all towards the elevator. You hugged your makeup bag close to your chest as you closed your eyes. Elevators were always something that made your blood pressure shoot through the roof. Namjoon stood behind you as he rubbed your arms to calm you down. He knew this wasn’t easy for you. Through the corner of your eye you could see Jungkook was stifling a laugh, but right now you couldn’t care less.

The moment the elevator doors opened your eyes were blinded by flashing lights. The poparazzi screaming incoherent words to you all as you raced through the crowd. How did they even know you guys were here? Before you could even think a strong hand grabbed yours and helped you push the crowd. The lights flashing from the cameras and all the scream fans made it hard to focus on whoever was in front of you. Bobbing and weaving every chance you had as you tried to avoid the cameras. Soon enough everyone was piled into the back of the car.

“God, can you let go of me now?” Jungkook shouted as he yanked his hand away from yours. He rubbed his sweaty palm on his jeans as his face distorted in disgust. He had you all over him now and he couldn’t stand it. Before anyone could yell at him he spoke once more. “What? You said it make it look like we can at least stand each other, now there’s paparazzi photos of us holding hands.”

“I know what I said, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t scream in y/n ears in the back seat.” Mr.Young huffed as he rubbed a hand down his face. As much as he hated to admit it Jungkook had a point. If there’s photo evidence of you two acting like that then maybe in no time the people will see that you two don’t actually want to kill each other.

Your mind couldn’t comprehend anything right now. Your brain was still fogged with sleep as you felt your eyes drifting closed. A small slip of your head woke you up. And your eyes found the purple bag that was sitting neatly in your lap.

“We have an hour ride, here I’ll hold your mirror and if you go fast enough maybe you’ll get a thirty minute nap.” Yoongi smiled softly as he angled himself good enough to prop your mirror up. You thank him quietly as you dig around in your bag looking for your certain products.

“Yeah, she’s gonna need all the beauty rest she can get.”

“Ya know I still find it so funny that you're up and ready to go, and yet I was still sleeping?” You questioned lightly as you patted the concealer under your eyes. Your eyes momentarily left the mirror as you side-eyed the man sitting beside you. His eyebrow raised as he waited for you to continue. When you didn’t he simply cleared his throat.

“You were snoring so I slept in the room with Namjoon and Yoongi.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, but inside he was dying. This was one topic he was hoping you wouldn’t bring up. He was praying that all you would worry about is how you looked, but by the grace of god you decided to act with your brain for once. And he could tell underneath all that tiredness you knew that something was fishy with this whole situation.

“Don’t pay him any attention, just keep getting ready so you have more time to sleep.” Mr .Young huffed once more from the passenger seat. But with that sentence you dropped the conversation at hand and paid close attention to the mirror. But there was still a nagging voice on the back of your mind, because when did you snore so loud it kept a person up?

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It was a short lived car ride as your body was gently shook awake. A blurry face Yoongi stared back tiredly as you. He gently pushed your head off of his shoulder and he gathered up all the makeup that spilled on the way there. A grateful smile hung on your sleepy features as you put everything he handed to you back into your bag. From the corner of your eye you saw your purple beauty blended on the floor boards, but before you could reach down a foot stomped right against it.

You watched in shock as Jungkook stretched his body and shoved his feet forwards. His boots left tread marks against the cushion as he scraped his feet off of it. As he sat up he noticed the purple sponge in the floor that now has dirty and grim caked all over it. He sucked his teeth as he picked it up from the floor and tossed it into your bag. All that left his mouth with a simple and insincere apology, as he opened his door to get out.

“I wish I knew what his fucking problem was.” You huffed as you pulled the dirty blender from your bag, and made sure none of your other makeup was contained with his filth.

“If I knew, I'd tell ya, but we have to go now. I’ll buy you a new one after we’re done today.” Namjoon sighed as opened his door and stepped out. You smiled softly at him as your zipped up your bag and waited for Yoongi to get out. He swiftly opened the door and held his hand inside for you to grab. A small gesture, but it still meant a lot coming from him. Since you know touch isn’t something it’s normally okay with.

Your smile beamed brightly as you saw the crowd that was lined up at the door. Their screams echoed in your ear as you stood beside Yoongi. Some had flowers, some had made cute posters, but even the ones who didn’t make anything still seemed so happy jusy to be there. And you were truly happy that each and everyone of them was there.

Yoongi leaned towards your ear every so slight, just to make sure you could hear him over all the yell. His warm hand was placed on the small of your back, as he gently nudged you forwards. “I’ll let you go first, but I promise I’ll be right behind you.”

You nodded your head softly as you made quick movements up the staircase where everyone else was waiting. You could only pray silently that this interview went well, you needed this to well. Because you know that if you two can’t put up a good front then vermilion may be at risk. And that was the absolute last thing you wanted. With a quick huff of breath you opened the stations doors.

You were ready to give this your all, and you could only hope that Jungkook was willing to do the same.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #bts jungkook #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts scenario #jungkook angst #bts angst #kpop x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #jungkook au #bts au #jungkook x y/n #bts x y/n #K-pop x y/n #jungkook Drabble #K-pop Drabble #bts Drabble #jungkook rockstar au #K-pop rockstar au #jungkook smut

[thegreencanary]

Evil is Everywhere (2)

Okay here is Chapter 2! You can read Chapter 1 here for the background on the story. And Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Kidnapping, Abuse, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Torture. MINORS YOU KNOW ITS A DNI GO FIND STEVE.

This one is going to be a lot more intense than chapter 1 so buckle up buttercup. Please take the TW’s seriously. Mental health is more important. Take care of you boo

Summary: Just because Vecna was destroyed doesn’t mean Hawkins is still safe. Humans can be just as scary as demigorgons.

The damn clock kept ticking in the garage, Billy stopped into work to pick up his paycheck and they roped him into to helping fix a few cars. He’d planned on taking you out to celebrate your new job, because of course you’d get it. He was a little surprised you hadn’t gone looking for him yet, since it was about 5 hours after you said your goodbyes on the phone. He had this…feeling in his stomach but part of him thought it was just nerves. Billy finally realized he was in love with you and he was going to tell you tonight.

“Hey…Bill…why don’t you come into the office. We’ve gotta…talk.”

His boss seemed, anxious and uncomfortable. Super unusual for him, so Billy looked in the office and saw your father sitting inside. Immediately his heart dropped. Something was wrong; while your father wasn’t the BIGGEST fan of Billy, he saw that the Cali boy was trying. Genuinely trying to make you happy and do what was best for you. Looking up, your father sighed at the sight of your boyfriend. He looked how your dad felt.

“Look. I’m not going to drag this out. We don’t have time. Y/N was kidnapped from the mini mart this morning. She never made it to her interview and the cops found blood outside of my car. The door was open and all the groceries were dropped on the ground.”

Your father woke up to chief Hopper knocking on his door. Hopper had recognized the scene from the last missing kid and immediately alerted him. Your dad had no idea what to do, so he went to Billy. Unfortunately because your dad worked so much he didn’t know much about you in your teen years. He knew you were dating and you were head over heels for this boy, so maybe he could help.

Billy stood in the office, completely numb. He heard everything but nothing registered. You…you were fine, right? He’d just talked to you about tonight…he was going to pick you up after your interview…but now you’re…

“God. DAMN IT.”

Billy grabbed the small table of next to the chair that your dad was in and threw it at the wall. He was FUROUS. Why did you go out by yourself when the whole town was on high alert?? He was at Harringtons for fucks sake you could have taken 5 fucking minutes to get him and he would have gone with you. *God…shit…fucking…FUCK!*

His boss didn’t even stop him when Billy stormed out. Your dad completely understanding Billy’s emotions. He felt the same way. Billy’s car roared to life as he sped to Steve’s…only to find a police car in the driveway. Steve and Max were talking to Hopper and they both looked distraught. Billy damn near jumped out of his car and Hopper nodded at him.

“Hey kid. I’m assuming you saw her dad today.”

Billy nodded and tried his best to keep from screaming at the chief for standing outside this house instead of looking for you.

“Look. I know you kids. If I ask you guys to stay out of the investigation, will you? Will you just trust me?”

“No.” Billy, Max and Steve damn near created a choir with their instant response.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Alright. Have everyone meet me at the cabin in a few hours. The less children involved the better.”

He looked at Max and she gave back a look that would make anyone shiver. Hopper just rolled his eyes and got in his car.

“Give me 3 hours. I’ll fill you all in then.”

The police car took off and Billy felt Steve and Max hug him from behind. He didn’t want to turn around. He didn’t want it to be real.

“We’re gonna get her back Billy”

Max said it more to calm herself down. She knew that Billy would never stop looking for you. If he found you dead, he’d never stop hunting the person who killed you.

“I know. We have no other option.”

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You hated rats, I mean they were kind of cute and all but being chained up and watching them scurry around waiting to eat you made you hate rats. The wack to the back of your head left you groggy as hell but you still tried to do your best to figure out where you were.

Definitely deep in the woods, possibly underground? It was too dark to tell but it was damp and there was water dripping. You couldn’t speak, there was a gag tied tightly around your mouth. The chains on your hand, feet and neck kept you in a fairly restrained position. Maintaining stead breaths you tried to remain calm, the Upside Down was worse than this. You could handle this…right?

A sharp pain hit you as you pulled against all your restraints. Someone just kicked you in the face.

“Wakey wakey. Welcome to hell.”

You rolled your eyes. You’d been to hell, this was just some twisted idiots fantasy.

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you.”

That voice…it sounded so familiar. You were too disoriented to place it. You tried to speak but this time a hot, burning hot, iron was dug into your shoulder.

“You’re mine now pig. I have you all to myself. I ditched the others so I can focus all of my energy on you.”

Andy Johnson?? You remember him being one Jason Carver’s little sheep but Jason was usually the one creeping on you. There were rumors of what happened to Jason after the earthquakes, but Andy?. You knew he went crazy after everything, but it was only a topic for about a week. He’d been checked into a mental hospital in Indianapolis…no one had said anything about him getting out.

“You’re going to love me Y/N. We’re going to be in love. You’re going to love me.”

Yep. He was still fucking crazy. You gasped for air when he took the gag off but it was quickly taken from you as he crashed his lips onto yours in the most violent and painful kiss. He bit down hard on your lip and you screamed out. That prompted a swift punch to your ribs and you leaned forward, vomiting.

“That’s right. Expel all the unclean spirits. I’ll make you perfect. Then we can be together forever.”

Holy fucking shit. *Billy…please God save me Billy.*

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Hopper was late. Everyone else was at the cabin, even Joyce. You’d done such a good job of bringing everyone together during the final stages of the Venca invasion; it pissed Billy off that you weren’t there to see how much everyone cared about you.

Eddie was trying the lighten the mood for the kids by doing some dumb DND comparison to you being a princess trapped in a tower. Billy didn’t pay attention to it, he just stared at the door; willing Hopper to come in with you in his arms. Eventually Hopper opened the door; be he looked worse than before.

“Sorry I’m late. We had some bodies turn up.”

Billy froze. Everyone else gasped.

“Not Y/N! She’s still missing. It’s the other missing kids that turned up. They’re all…”

“Jesus hop! You can’t scare us like that!”

Joyce cut him of before he could mention all the dead kids. Billy viably relaxed but he didn’t know if he was going to make it through this. You were his rock, Thinking if you being dead or hurting…it was almost too much for him; almost. Right now, you needed him.

“Cut the bullshit. What do you know?”

A few hours and some large pizzas later everyone was filled in. The good news was you hadn’t been gone for very long. The other victims had been missing for 3-5 days before they turned up dead. The bad news was the torture, starvation and dehydration. Billy excused himself for a cigarette and sat outside in silence for a moment. Eddie wordlessly joined him and they smoked quietly for a few minutes. Eddie was one that Billy had gotten close with just because of the fact that they both died and came back. It was a calm reminder to Billy that you had a good chance of survival, you were a fighter.

Before Eddie went back inside he placed a hand on Billy’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. Then without a word he went back in. You were going to be found. Billy was going to bring you home.

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A/N: That’s chapter 2! The build up is going to be longer with this so just bear with me. It’s gonna get intense here soon!

Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Tag list: @innercreationflower

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy stranger things #billy x reader #billy could have been saved #billy hargrove x female reader #billy x you #stranger things #billy deserved better #billy hargrove x you #:read more:

[lunathebee]

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant and Marc Spector x fem!reader)

Warning: fluff, swear words, misunderstanding situations, Marc and Steven being overprotective, cringy dialogue because I can.

A/n: this was requested by my 🌱 anon, I hope you like it (and so sorry for the wait!)

Summary: It's always a mess to stuck with 3 person at the same time.

"Ugh, where the hell is the first aid kit...these are all books" Jake grunted in frustration while dragging his body around the flat. 

It's 8am in the morning for god's sake, his body is all bloody from fighting, Khonsu is right behind his ears telling him the mission is not over, and now he doesn't know where the fuck is the first aid kid. Can this get any worse?

"Steven? Marc?!" A voice called out from outside, along with a knock on the door.

Great, it just gets worse. Jake praised God that the woman would just leave after hearing no answers whatsoever. He even held his breath and stood still like a statue.

"Are you guys okay?!! Why don't you answer your phone? And I see a huge blood trail leading to the flat! I swear to God if you did something stupid-" Y/n's voice was cut off when Jake opened the door, shirtless and still bloodied.

2 pair of eyes met each other and Jake swears he has seen the most beautiful woman in his life, while you, on the other hand, think the man in front of you is the grossest man ever.

"eW-ew, Marc! There is blood all over you. Oh the smell... The first aid kit is on the top shelf, and you can't keep getting away with this Marc, do you know how many times Steven has complained to me?" Y/n passed through Jake and continued rambling, oblivious to the fact that the man in front of her is not her beloved friend.

Jake can't help but turn around. His eyes watch each step of Y/n like a predator watching its prey. "Eres hermoso (you're beautiful)'' Jake blurted out.

"Hm? What did you just said Marc?"

"I'm not Marc princesa (princess)"

"And Steven would never let the blood stick on his face, shut it Marc"

"I'm Jake"

This time, Y/n is the one holding her breath (and standing still like a statue). The man in front of her is Jake. The one Marc and Steven are very well aware exists but don't know much about?

'Shit' you can't help but think of what this man is capable of, god, maybe he will kill you, shoot you right here if he wants to.

Jake rolled his eyes looking at Y/N. Yea, she is cute, but the first aid kit is cuter right now. Having remembered what you had said, Jake reached for the top shelf and felt relieved when his hand touched a small box, but before he could even do anything with it, you rushed to him and forced him to sit down on a chair.

"I don't know you, but I have helped Marc and Steven with injuries like this countless times. I...I can help" Y/n said while refusing to meet Jake's eyes.

Her eyes slowly trailed down to his chest...and his abs...okay maybe the floor is more reasonable to look at (A/n: girl just say you like it 💀).

The two of them stay silent as Jake too tired to give a damn and Y/n too shy to say anything.

The whole flat is filled with awkward tension, so thick to the point you can cut it with a knife, that it's until Jake decided to speak up, "Don't tell Marc and Steven about me, I'm trying to keep my identity low."

Y/n was a bit taken back when she heard it, but she still agreed with a small nod, giving Jake the satisfaction of having the upper hand, and it also gave him the need to give Y/n a compliment.

Only one, but enough to make her knees wobble.

"Good girl"

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

Ever since that day, Y/n has been secretly hoping Jake would 'appears' again. There is something about him that she can't see in her 2 friends, maybe because of his manner. Or his personality? Whatever it is, Y/n is so doomed.

She has been avoiding Steven and Marc because they keep reminding her of Jake, but this didn't go unnoticed by the two men, and that led to a mischievous plan.

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

"Guys? Hellooo, it's me" Y/n knock on the door while waiting anxiously for her friends to open it. She wants to apologize for her recent rude behavior and maybe (just maybe) tell them a little bit about Jake.

The door slowly creaked open, and before Y/n could say anything, she was met with an intense glare. So intense, and so familiar to the point she 'accidentally' yelled out "J-JAKE?"

But to Y/n's surprise, the man yelled out even louder than her, "I KNEW IT, STEVEN, YOU WERE RIGHT, THE GLARE WORK"

What is happening right now? Is Marc yelling? And did Steven also participate in this? So many thoughts flooded into Y/n's mind, but one thing was for sure: they know she has met and interacted with Jake.

While you are busy thinking of anything to say, Steven has already taken over the body and is now running to the bed, chaining his foot to the old shackle.

"Bloody hell, I'm doing this. I'm going to chain myself up, that way the evil guy can't hurt you Y/n, you can't stop me!" Steven said frantically with shaky hands.

Y/n can't help but let out a long sigh with a fake cry. First Steven and Marc knew about Jake, then they knew SHE knew about Jake, and now they're convinced Jake is going to murder her at any given moment.

It's going to take a whole day to explain everything, and you're definitely not amused with it.

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x you #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #oscar isaac #marvel moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #moon knight x reader

[without-it]

ok i lied i love to update u guys. heres updates and general tips and goals for the next fast ❤️

said id wait till thursday but at my core im a little silly guy who loves to lie and tell untruths!! so heres the fasting tea abt wrapping up that last 90 hour fast and starting this one

first off, the refeeding and weight gain update from the two days of eating "normally" : weight update this morning, from my last weigh in on monday, i gained about 1/3 of a pound (i lost just over 10 pounds so really good return) so really happy with that honestly. refeeding is such a huge and often overlooked aspect to fasting, and if its handled wrong it can often negate all ur hard work.

when i refeed i focus on PLAIN low calorie foods. if you end a fast with curry to be perfectly honest ur gonna shit urself to death and have a fucking miserable time lmao. my go to is a PLAIN UNSEASONED steamed veggie dish (usually steamed broc and corn, broc bc low calorie and corn bc i am a corn GIRLIE), and often with miso soup to go with it. unseasoned foods help with the upset tummy after ending a fast, and get ur body used to actually processing glucose again. and miso soup is just a nice low calorie simple food to add some fun into that meal. pls dear god do not eat sweet foods / high salt / high seasoned in general / or heavy meat or sauced dishes as a fast breaking meal. if youve fasted for more than a 4 days im not joking you can literally end up dying from that so just be responsible shawtie damn. (look up refeeding syndrome im not a doctor so im not gonna give u the lowdown)

things to focus on during the fast to help prevent rapid weight gain: drink ur god damn liquids. i dont care if ur getting water in thru diet soda or tea or fizzy water or even coffee. that is water, that is a pro and do not listen to ppl who say that water "doesnt count". when you restrict liquids during a fast you will obvi lose more weight in the short term, but during refeeding if u start drinking normally again (as i really hope u are lmao) you will gain this water weight rapidly. u turned ur body into a desert for a few days, and best believe the second u have more liquid ur body is gonna hang on to that for dear life. its better for u and less stressful in the long run to just keep up ur liquid intake during fasts trust me.

and then this is my go to routine for every fast:

every day i take these suppliments: high strength collagen, iron, zinc, a womens multivit, and the unsung hero of fasting? FIBER TABLETS. bro i can fast for over a week and still not be constipated bc im on my SIGMA FIBER GRINDSET

and then my daily intake: at least a liter of water every day with the "Endura brand low carb sugar free electrolyte drink" (in lemon lime flavor) (i put 2 scoops aka 2 serves per liter of water) the taste is super mid but honestly drinking that every day on my last fast made things such a breeze. literally like no headaches, no cramps, minimal dizziness, and my sleep was mostly uneffected.

then i also have either a can or two of coke zero. yes i know it has 1.1 calories and diet coke would be technically more appropriate for a fast, but i hate diet coke and u will not catch my ass drinking it

and then a cup or two of green tea with a 0 calorie sweetener. no recommendations on the sugar bc honestly i swap between brands depending on whats avail at my grocery store that week lmao.

all this liquid and high variety keeps me kinda full, and provides fun taste enrichment so i dont literally go monkey insane drinking plain water for a week. cool if u can do that but ur literally a psycho and not to be trusted frankly

so current goal is at least lunch time saturday. i have plans to do lunch w my friend but honestly if im not rly hungry then and i wanna keep the fast going im just gonna cancel that lunch or even push it to dinner to just get a few more hours in!

as usual, expect weight updates every morning. the starting situation is: 87kg exactly ( 191.8 pounds) , 20% of my weight loss goal achieved. see yall tmro for the update!

#tw ana diary #4norexi4 #ana trigger #i wanna be weightless #i want to be weightless #i wanna lose weight #tw ana fast #i wish i was weightless #tw ana shit #ed not ed sheeran #i wanna be skinnier #4narex1a

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

incorrect OH quotes (part 2)

part 1 here

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jensen: listen here you fucking asshole

bryce: *giggling*

jensen: i fucking love you

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jensen, having water in the morning instead of an energy drink: i know what's happening. im finally hydrated and its unlocking my brains full potential. it's too much for me

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jensen: you have a dad, that's cool. congratulations. what's that like

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jensen: yeah and i--

sienna, from the other room: WHO KEEPS PUTTING THE TOWELS ON THE TOP SHELF??!!

the roomies: *dying laughing*

sienna: GOD DAMN I HATE YOU GUYS

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bryce, driving: okay im calling the pizza place, it's ringing. tell them you want a large pizza and a steak and cheese *hands the phone to keiki*

keiki: i know, i got it

bryce: don't be weird about it just say it

keiki: hello?... do you guys? uh are you guys,, you guys doin food?

bryce: jesus fucking christ

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bryce: no they dont even know---*the most gutwrenching, blood-curdling scream youve ever heard*

jensen: what the fuck--

raf: are you okay??

bryce, laughing: oh yeah haha i thought there was a bug on me, it was just a fuzzy! anyway

~~~

aurora: some soundtrack albums and albums for like disney and shit are harder than some projects people have put out

jackie: i disagree Completely. there's not one movie soundtrack i could ever hit shuffle or play on Ever,, in the world of the world

aurora: lemonade mouth.

jackie:...that's true

~~~

bryce: what's the point of having matches if you need a lighter to light them?

elijah: *lighting it how you're supposed to*

bryce: WHAT

#i love these so much #i would do them all day long #jensen valentine #bryce lahela #keiki lahela #jackie varma #elijah greene #aurora emery #sienna trinh #open heart #open heart choices #bryce lahela × jensen valentine #choices open heart #also dw i have a foreign affairs one lined up too 👀

[soupct123]

Trascript of my live tweeting of transformers earthspark season 1c

Barely spoilers but still gotta be cortious corteios courtus courteus howbt f do spell whatever its uner cut

12:18 AM

Watching earthspark now HOLY SHIT [REDACTED] MOMENT!!!! [REDACTED]!!!! [REDACTED] IN A COMIC BOOK PANEL FOR 2 SECONDS!!!!!

12:20 AM

Grimlock is such a guy <3 hes so dude!

12:29 AM

God damn jawbreaker’s dino head looks worse than I thought it would why is your mouth THERE boy 😭

12:38 AM

HIS MOUTH I. ANT IM TRYING TO ENJOY IT HUT GODDAM HIS FUCKING MOUTH

WHERE’S THE BEAK????!!!!

12:38 AM

He looks like the yee dinosaur.

12:39 AM

His new robot mode looks like half life hev suit

12:41 AM

EPISODE 2 [REDACTED] IS BACK

12:43 AM

“PRIMUS’ BEARD!” fucking goober

12:45 AM

SUS PRIME MOMET!!!!

12:47 AM

Quintus prime looks like the airbender guy from legend of korra

12:47 AM

or maybe walter white

1:01 AM

These ads are ficking killing me id rather watch gran turismo trailer while someone drills my stomach with a rusty power drill

1:02 AM

Robby do the specium beam attack robby do it now your losing robby robbt robby!!!!

1:07 AM

SHE’S ALIVE SHES ALIVE YES YEYSGEGEGWVW EV SVEGEGEHEKDBSGSVEVDVD. RCECDVEBTBDVGRGDHSGDGSG GOD GRDYHSVD

1:09 AM

WAS THAT HEDORAH????

1:12 AM

Paramount+ is breaking becore my very eyes it’s almost as bad as hulu-HOLY SHIT STARSCREAM!!!!

1:15 AM

It’s not hedorah it’s fucking shockwave’s driller pet from dark of the moon! (Spoiler It isn’t it just reminds me of her)

1:23

This is some fetish shit right here what the guck

Croft you piece of shit you and mandork

Starscream is so fucking cunty!!! AND CUTE!!!

1:24

Pikmin ad! Im gonna pull off my own nails!!!!

1:36

Metamorphosis (1990) moment

1:36

DADDY MALTO IS BACK IN THE THIRD FUCKING EPISODE YES I LOVE HIM

1:52

“dO ByUo WONt-BABANA BWEAD???” I WANT to FUCKING STEP IN A BEARTRAP

1:55

CARVE HIM LIKE A TURKEY GIRL!!! YES!!! CHILDREN LOVE VIOLENCE!!!

1:59

SOMEONE REPAINT BEAST MACHINES SILVERBOLT INTO QUINTUS PRIME NOW!!!!!!!

2:01 AM

Actually cried so much and it’s only episode 4 got damn

2:10

Shaggy and scooby doo ass bitches

2:16

I swear that’s the fucking moving platform and button activation sound effect from portal 1

2:25

Ghoids? GHOIDS????? GHOIDS????!?? CROFT YOU DUMBASS RACIST WASTE OF MOLECULES!!!!

2:57

omg im literally love incarnate one episode left agagsvsvsv

3:02 AM

“The Last Hope” GAMERA?????

3:59 (1ST VIEWING COMPLETE)

Still my favorite show

I made enough tears to drown that piece of shit mandroid

Only flaw with these episodes is that he needed to get tortured more

And also that hashtag never interacted with skywarp. No payoff for that gay ass fake backstory from episode 10 lol

4:05 AM

WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND TARANTULAS WASNT EVEN IN IT BOW COULD THEY DO BRO DIRTY LIKE THAT DUCING GAVEVEGEHSJWJSBEBEHRH 0/10 RUINED FOREVER

Guys. JUST KIDDING. It’s fine. Still love you. Good night. It’s 4 in the morning where i am.

#maccadam #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #spoilers #if you’re curious that ugly mofo in the pic is a custom Transit #hes a wip #its just a coincidence that he showed up #hes the best part of earthspark #he said its transin time and transed #all over mandroid #unreality

[spenceswife]

Cant be without you

Eddie Munson x Yn Sinclair

Word count: 1k

Description: Yn and Eddie have been miserable since their breakup so Eddie being Eddie gets her back in a dramatic way

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

AN: I’m really tired its 1 in the morning so sorry if it’s trash love you guys <3

3 months. It’s been 3 months since my heart got broken. Eddie and I had got in a huge argument about me expressing my feelings. And of course I know what he was going through because I dont talk to him about how I feel so he’s closed out and thats my fault.

He’s to good for me he deserves someone who’s not ashamed/scared to talk about themselves so I ended it. “Eddie you deserve much more than me and since I cant give that to you we need to break up” the look on his face still haunts me to this night.

After a month and a half Robin had been making me go to parties with her so I could stop acting like a couch potato and thats when I met Jack. We were at Steves party when we first met eyes, we hit it off pretty well but he still wasn’t my Eddie.

School finally started back those 3 months went by to quickly because now I have to see Eddie everyday for the next year.

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“Babe its not to bad being back in school at least you can see me all day” a high pitched voice came from the other side of the hall. I turned my head while holding Jacks hand as he talks to his basketball friends. “Honey please stop yelling in my ear” I immediately face the conversation knowing that familiar groan.

Eddie. Our eyes meet its like we never left each other his beautiful brown eyes had so much hurt in them as his new preppy girlfriend kisses his cheek. A tear quickly falls down my cheek as Jack pulls me away walking somewhere else.

But we didn’t break eye contact till i turned a corner not seeing the love of my life anymore. “Babe you good? Why are your eyes red?” He asks pushing me against a locker trying to kiss me. Not having much room to move I allow it even though I hate it so fucking much.

-

Finally half way through the day I made it to the lunch room holding Jacks hand as he waved to his friends while we sat at the table. To be honest I really wanted to sit with Robin but she’s trying to get with Vickie so I didn’t wanna third wheel.

But as I ate my lunch quietly not having anyone to talk to because he ignores me when his friends are around we hear a slap on a table. I quickly turn seeing Eddie yelling around the room “… OR WHO TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS” I smirk to myself knowing how much we hated the “popular kids” but now were dating them. How hypocritical of us.

“Want something Freak?” Jason stood from our table going towards him. Eddie did his signature Devil face then looked at me. He got off the table going back to his seat with a blank expression on. “Freak” Jack said making people laugh only with me shaking my head. For the rest of the period I felt his eyes staring at me.

-

2 weeks later

It was the first game of the basketball season and of course I had to be there because my boyfriend unfortunately is a player. But I also went to support Lucas knowing how important it was to him. I sat on the bleachers at the top so I could read or whatever but before I began I felt someone sit by me.

That cologne I knew exactly who it was and I stiffened “Yn…” Eddie said looking at me “Eddie. Surprised your here didn’t think this was your type of crowd” I stare at him oh god his eyes so fucking pretty

“Could say the same for you but I’m here to see my… girlfriend. Guessing your here for Jack?” As soon as that name came out his mouth Jack whistled at me and winked while on the court. Which made me roll my eyes and cross my arms.

I heard a deep chuckle come from my ex “It seems you dont like him that much” he questioned mirroring my stance. But a hint of jealousy was in his mouth. “Could sat the same about you Munson.” I sigh looking back at the court.

“Damn right” my eyes widen at the easy confession. “God I fucking hate this so much. I cant keep pretending I don’t think about you all day Yn ever since that night.” Turning towards him my face gets warm “Eddie I Feel the same.” A slight smile was on his face

“The fight was so stupid sweetheart I’m so sorry. I should’ve been patient with you when you said you couldn’t share feeling but I was so stupid.” Running his fingers through his thick locks i swallow a cry that wanted to come out.

“I’m sorry too Eddie I should’ve told you earlier I had problems with that instead of just letting you find out.” He smiled nodding. “Yn would you maybe wanna try for a second time?” He asked his eyes staring deeply into mine.

“I would but we literally have dates and their both on the court” I pointed to his cheer leader girlfriend and my basketball boyfriend. They were so not our types it grossed me out. “No problem love one second” he stood with a devious look on her face. Running down the bleachers he ran in the middle of the court making the whistle blow and everyone cursing him out.

“Kayla were officially done I cant handle your Madonna shit. And you Jack! Yn is done with your preppy ass.” Eddie flipped him off now looking back at me “YN BABY TAKE ME BACK MY LOVE” My mouth was open in shock at what he did. But I had to give the drama king what he wanted and yelled back “YES!” He bowed running back towards me, grasping my face as he put a harsh kiss on my lips. God did i miss that.

That’s a story for our kids.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #stranger things #female reader #fluff #lucas sinclair #eddie the freak munson #Eddie x black reader #black reader #robin buckley #angst #oneshots #Ex to lovers #yn sinclar