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(M)🚦Red Light: The Allure | Ch3 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings: mention of the toxic ex (again, unfortunately), still a lot of teasing and heavy flirting, JK in black CK undies yes, it is a warning, brief mention of weed, alcohol consumption, brief thigh riding, rubbing in public environment, dry humping, oral sex (M/F receiving), praise kink, protected sex, one (1) slap on the ass, rough sex.

Wc: 11.7k

A/N: Hello there! I hope you guys still want to read this story, cause CH3 is finally out! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻 Let me know what are your thoughts about the story, my box is always open! - Joy 🐰

December 8th, Friday

You're glad it didn't pour down all day.

The night sky is clear and the smell of rain permeates in the air. You look through the car window covered in droplets as Hani chats with the driver.

You're too busy looking at scattered puddles on the asphalt reflecting the surrounding lights to pay attention to whatever the uber driver is saying.

The only thing troubling your mind right now is the last message you received. You had already blocked Ray's number a long time ago, but no one else would ever dream of sending you a similar message. The scumbag must have changed it.

You check your phone screen once again, almost hopeful that the content of the message is now different or even better, gone.

Unknown Number:- Have fun tn.

You tighten the coat you're wearing around your figure, as if that would be enough to make you feel safe.

Three words were enough to disgust you to the core. Well done Ray.

His intent is clear: he hopes to ruin your evening with this message, he wants you to feel out of place and you know pretty well that behind those seemingly innocent words there is much more hidden. His passive aggressive stalking exudes from every pixel of the screen.

You wonder how he knows your plans for the evening, you hoped he had finally stopped spying on you, but clearly, this dude is unweary.

A hand suddenly rests on your shoulder, drawing your attention and making you flinch at the unexpected contact. Your thoughts must have poisoned your features judging by Hani's tone of voice, gentle and concerned.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You mechanically put your phone back in your pocket and look at her with a hint of a smile, hoping that she doesn't notice the tornado of thoughts that swirl behind your eyes.

You don't want your worries to ruin your evening, that's exactly what that asshole would want.

Much less, you want Hani to decide it's best to take you home. It would be a defeat on all fronts.

You're going to go to this damn party and have fun. Ray has no power over you, not anymore. To let this message get under your skin would mean allowing him to manipulate you once again. You have to use it instead to do the exact opposite, to free yourself tonight and allow your wounded soul to dance.

Your face softens a little more as you manage to regain control of your thoughts.

"Yeah, it's all good. How long will it take to get there?"

Hani tells you that you'll arrive in a few minutes. She doesn't seem entirely convinced by your attempt to reassure her but you're glad she doesn't ask anything more when you start a barrage of questions about this kind of parties and the moto races.

Tae and Jungkook are waiting for you inside, she says, apparently they had to deal with some organizational issues related to tomorrow's qualifications, that's why they went earlier.

Hani is particularly thrilled, you can tell by the way she describes in as much detail as possible all the competitions and parties she's already attended. A little of her enthusiasm makes its way through you and you find yourself smiling genuinely as you listen to her.

A few minutes later, your driver parks next to the curb and once you get out of the car, you are amazed to notice the huge group of motorbikes parked in the lot next to the venue.

They're all well parked, resting under the light of the street lamps which highlights all their beautiful colors and shapes.

You reach the entrance guarded by a guy who looks like he could fold a motorbike in two. His menacing presence actually calms you further. You sigh without realizing it as your chest feels a little lighter.

Hani greets the big boy, who reciprocates, while maintaining a serious demeanor. He lets you in without even asking for documents or such, Hani is really well known by now.

The interior of the place has been well decorated for the occasion and the music is not excessively loud, the atmosphere is pleasant. You were expecting something more frenetic considering the adrenaline that motorcyclists are used to, everyone seems to be having fun but with ease instead. Which doesn't bother you at all.

Hani leads you to a small room filled with some sort of lockers to take off your coat before you could finally start your night.

It doesn't take long to find Tae, sitting at the bar, right next to the dance floor.

As you get closer, you notice that he's with a dark-haired guy and that they both seem deep in conversation.

"Here you are finally! Hoseok, Y/N, Y/N, Hoseok"

Tae gestures with his hands between you and the guy next to him.

"You can call me Hobi!"

He says with a beautiful smile and holding out his hand.

The handshake was a bit embarrassing for you, you're no longer used to this type of introduction. Usually, the customers who come to the shop know you through Instagram or through friends, and it is easier to establish relationships which, in that circumstance, are limited to work.

"Nice to meet you, Hobi."

Tae offers everyone a round and the alcohol seems to loosen your nerves a little more.

Despite the initial awkwardness, the conversation between the four of you continues smoothly. You laugh out loud when Hobi tells an anecdote about Tae and Jungkook, you find him funny, both his way of storytelling and the emphasis he puts on details. He is definitely a sunny and extroverted guy who is able to drag anyone into conversation and put a smile on their face with his energetic ways.

Speaking of Jungkook, you wonder where he could be, considering he was not here with them when you arrived.

Hobi continues his tell tales while Hani chuckles and Tae intervenes every now and then

"That guy over there," Hobi points behind you, "That one over there has been the champion for two years in a row!"

You turn to see where his finger is pointing only to realize that the champion he's talking about is Jungkook himself.

Tae laughs mockingly, determined to annoy you today as well, clearly. "Oh, they know each other very well!" and he exaggerates a wink.

Luckily enough, Hani seems to be on your side tonight. She elbows him on the side to shut him up but that only elicits a half-laugh from Tae.

"Yes, because I joined his gym." You respond casually, purposely ignoring Tae's innuendos.

Hobi starts waving his arm in the air trying to get Jungkook's attention from across the room.

Jungkook is talking to a couple of people, you look at him as he smiles and nods at something his interlocutors said, then he notices Hobi's attempts to call him.

He waves back and seems to want to return to the conversation with whoever is in front of him, when he notices you next to his friends.

A small smile forms on his face and his gaze remains fixed on you, almost as if he were challenging you to a staring contest.

You decide to playfully stick your tongue out at him to which he, in response, reacts with a damn wink.

You turn around and try to douse the heat you feel by taking a large sip of your drink. The alcohol helps, but the warmth in your cheeks becomes noticeable.

Your friends continue to chat peacefully, you're relieved to see that no one has noticed this little exchange with Jungkook, with the exception of Hani of course, her smile speaks clearly.

You try to focus on Tae and Hobi's talk, but they're talking about some modifications their mechanics made to their bikes for the race, details too mechanical for your alcohol-clouded mind.

Hani's smile is different now when you look at her, and the tilt of her head confuses you further.

"Here he is, the champion graces us with his presence!"

Hobi says all of a sudden.

You realize that Hani was trying to let you know that Jungkook was on his way.

He stops next to you and it's strange to meet him in a context other than the gym. You felt more or less the same feeling when he gave you that lift that evening, but now you have the opportunity to see another aspect of his person and the way he is dressed is proof of that.

Jungkook seems like an outgoing and sociable guy when it comes to training his members at the gym. As you watch him now though, he seems slightly embarrassed, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his baggy jeans.

Tae takes Jungkook's arm as he responds to Hobi's statement "Technically, I'm not the champion yet."

“Will you let us win any races this year?” Tae asks in a teasing tone.

Jungkook tries to free himself from Tae's grip by pinching his side. "Ouch." Tae chuckles, placing a hand on the pinched spot, while Jungkook rearranges his hair, moving it away from his face.

"It's not my fault that Ducky is the fastest bike on the track."

"Ducky?"

You ask out of curiosity, before you even realize.

Tae and Hobi start giggling in the background as Jungkook's gaze falls on you. He appears surprised by the question, as if he thought you knew. Then, he seems to remember that he never spoke about his bike nor his races with you and his expression changes.

"My Ducati." he replies, playing with his piercing, a habit you think comes when he's pondering or embarrassed.

"Did you give your bike a name?"

Jungkook tells you that many people give their bikes a nickname, explaining that the reason he chose Ducky it's due to the similar sound with Ducati.

You smile in recognition that Jungkook definitely looks like an intimidating and strong guy, but that you became aware of a more thoughtful and playful part of him starting from the night he brought you home on his motorbike. Even this small detail about the moto's name fits perfectly with the Jungkook that you got to know till now.

An interesting mix that is also reflected in the ducati he rides.

“It's cute, I think it suits her!” You chuckle softly.

You notice something in Jungkook's eyes, but it doesn't last long due to Tae's comment.

"No please, don't tell me that you also think it's a suitable name for a motorbike!"

Tae babbles distraught, while Hobi laughs loudly, shaking his head.

"Look who's talkin, the one who called his bike Sonic!"

Jungkook huffs mockingly, rolling his eyes.

The bickering that takes place in front of you makes you laugh lightly, Hani and Hobi join you as Tae fiercely retorts.

"At least it's related! And it's blue like Sonic! Your bike is not even yellow!"

“Wow bro, so original!”

Jungkook pretends to be overly impressed by his friend's explanation. Tae gulps down the last sip of beer while he wraps his arm around Hani.

"And by the way, have you ever seen a duck run? Those tiny little things are pretty fast!" Jungkook concludes.

At this, even Tae bursts out laughing, almost spitting out the beer from his nose. Everyone has seen at least once in their lifetime a video about little ducks chasing their mother or caregiver. Jungkook evidently emerges victorious from the argument, he chuckles along with all of you and the moment couldn't be more wholesome than this, you think.

The evening unfolds like this, next to the bar, with laughter and some small bickering between the three guys. You notice from time to time that Jungkook's eyes wander towards you while he speaks and he catches you looking at him sometimes as well.

The alcohol in your system definitely doesn't help make it any less evident.

"Another round? It's on me this time." Hobi shakes his empty beer, starting to move towards the bar when Jungkook stops him by placing a hand on his shoulder

"Just a coke for me, please."

Hobi nods as he appears to reply something like, "I know" before smiling tight-lipped at him.

You watch Jungkook's profile the entire time as he smiles back at Hobi before letting him walk towards the bar.

He looks like one of those smiles that takes over his lips when you catch his mind wandering, back at the gym.

A light smile that seems to hide something more.

When Jungkook turns back to bring his attention back to the conversation in progress, your eyes meet for the umpteenth time and his weak smile widens into a smirk.

He leans towards you slightly, while Tae and Hani continue to discuss something you don't quite listen to and his face gets dangerously close to yours.

“Are you going to keep looking at me all night?”

Jungkook speaks close to your ear, he doesn't whisper but he still makes sure you're the only one to hear him.

The sudden closeness of his body allows your nostrils to immediately capture his scent, the one you've had on you thanks to his motorcycle jacket and as the memory of that evening returns to your slightly alcohol-influenced mind, you smile mischievously.

“How can you say I'm looking at you all the time?”

Jungkook shifts his head slightly so he can look at you better as he says

"Because every time I look at you your eyes are already looking at me,"

You sigh, his voice far too calm to cause such turmoil within you. You try to ignore his usual attempt to make you blush, failing miserably when he continues, “You look like you want something.”

This man right here, damn. He knows, you know he knows the effect he has on you. It's clear.

You feel hotter but you manage to retort.

"And what about you? Why are you looking at me so often?"

The liquid courage you have in your body is enough to make you ask straight away, basking in the feeling of his body so close to yours.

Jungkook's eyes watch you intently and a gleam of amusement adorns his deep irises.

He moistens his lips and the movement of his tongue doesn't escape your gaze, but right as he is about to answer your question, Hobi returns, but empty-handed.

“Sorry guys,” Hobi interjects, his face darkened with worry compared to earlier. "Some problem came up with the registration documents and they asked me to help check." He says hastily as he apologizes once again.

Tae offers to go with him and solve the problem at hand but Hobi shakes his head,

"There is no need, I don't want you to ruin your night with bureaucratic bullshit. See you on the track tomorrow! It was nice meeting you Y/N!

"Pleasure is mine Hobi!"

You reply, giving him a smile.

As you watch him go, you realize that you have just met this boy, and yet you feel that you have made the acquaintance of a genuinely beautiful person.

It's so rare nowadays.

“So guys,” Hani exclaims loudly, catching everyone's attention.

"Tae and I are planning a relaxing ride next Sunday."

Jungkook nods.

"Where were you guys thinking of going?"

You watch your friends discuss the details of the itinerary and realize that you're actually considered part of the trip only when you notice that at the idea of the four of you going on a ride together, Jungkook seems relaxed, almost as if it were obvious to take you around on his beloved Ducky. Maybe your mind is wandering a little too much, but it makes you blush a little.

“It can be done, as long as Y/N agrees.”

The pronunciation of your name draws your attention, refocusing you on the group.

"Mh?

"I said if you feel like getting the necessary moto gear, we can go."

Jungkook repeats, Hani and Tae are looking at you as you try to seriously focus on organizing the aforementioned ride.

"Yes, no problem, but I don't know where to buy what I need."

"I'll take you to the store where I bought mine!"

Hani exclaims with a smile.

“I can get you some gloves but as far as helmet and jacket, make sure you get stuff that's the right size for you.”

You shake your head, saying that you will take care of getting everything you need with Hani.

"Oh, yeah I forgot how small your hands are, it's definitely better if you try them on at the store."

Jungkook evidently can never stop himself from teasing you.

His comment causes a mischievous smile on Tae's face and a very satisfied one on Jungkook's.

Hani purses her lips, trying to hold back a laugh, or whatever she was about to say.

Your eyes roll in mock annoyance as you playfully push Jungkook.

"Okay, it's decided then!"

States Hani, who sports a satisfied smile as she continues, “Oh, I forgot something in the car! Come on Tae.”

She grabs Tae's hand and before you can even point it out, he anticipates you by saying, "But you came in an Uber!"

Hani glares at him, "Just come."

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head at the obvious attempt to leave you two alone, while you watch them go in disbelief and slight embarrassment. You want to curse her, but you know it's what you really want too. You want time alone with him, you want to take advantage of the courage you feel inside this evening to understand a little more this tattooed and lip-pierced mystery.

The dance floor is full and you can no longer see the bartender behind the bar due to how many people are waiting to receive their drinks.

You don't even remember the last time you attended a party like this, the only thing that comes to mind when you think about it is Ray almost causing a fight with a guy who mistook you for his friend, the fight that came of it once you left the party and the tears you shed because of his sharp words, is the only memory of that last party you attended.

You return your gaze to Jungkook as anger and sadness from past events threaten to make their way onto your face.

There is no need to dwell on the past, past parties are in the past, Ray is not here and nothing stops you from enjoying the evening and putting off your worries about your ex and his passive aggressive messages until tomorrow.

Jungkook watches the dancing crowd, moving his head to the beat of the music as he's leaning against the wall.

You admire him so much, he always seems to have everything under control, no matter the shadow that darkens his face every now and then, he seems to always manage to return to reality and enjoy the little things.

"Want to dance?" You don't give your shyness time to reconsider the invitation that the words have already left your mouth. You hold out your hand as you invite him to join you.

He looks at your hand briefly before replying with a soft smile, “Why not.” and join his hand to yours.

You clasp your hand around his and lead him through the crowd.

You feel boldness fill you, you hadn't even considered the possibility that he might refuse and happy that he didn't, you reach a spot that isn't too crowded, the volume of the music is louder here and you feel the effect on your skin as your heart follows its own rhythm.

Thanks to what you drank and the need to let yourself go at least for tonight, you let your body feel the music.

His movements are loose and yours adapt to his almost immediately. Jungkook watches you the entire time, paying attention to every movement of your body, as if he wants to imprint them in his mind for later.

When you look up and meet his gaze, this time you hold it, smiling mischievously before turning your back on him.

You continue to dance filled with a wave of audacity, your every movement is seductive for him, who can't take his eyes off of you.

The line of your back is far too attractive to keep at a distance so, all of a sudden, you feel Jungkook's body move closer to yours.

The closeness causes a leap in your chest, but what he says is the cause of the heightened blush on your face.

You feel like your cheeks are perpetually burning because of him.

"What happened to the super shy girl who showed up at the gym a while ago?"

His voice is almost a whisper as you feel his face close to your ear.

You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder before answering confidently.

"She has learned to dare more." and with that, you decide to lean against his body completely.

Fuck shyness, fuck fears and comfort zones. If tomorrow you have to deal with the consequences of Ray's reappearance, you want to enjoy this one night to the fullest.

You hear Jungkook chuckle softly as a tentative hand finds its place on your hip.

He caresses you flat and softly from your hip up, his palm just grazing the edge of your bra as you wonder what it might be like without your clothes in between.

"It's clear that you're not that shy tonight, either."

You retort as you roll your hips against his. You feel his hand get slightly heavier on your hip as he presses you gently until your body is completely attached to his.

His other hand reaches for your shoulder and brushes your hair away to reveal your neck.

The gesture causes heat in your lower abdomen, you swallow unconsciously at the unexpected reaction of your body. Maybe it's been too long since someone touched you like this or maybe it's the power that Jeon Jungkook has over your body now, but you feel that at this rate you run the risk of melting in his arms.

“What makes you say that, princess?”

His breath tickles you as he whispers the words directly into your skin. His lips don't even touch you once and you wish they would.

You push your hips against his a little more as you continue to move languidly. His fingers mindlessly caress the curve of your neck and you close your eyes as you enjoy the feeling.

“The way you're touching me now.”

You reply in a small voice as your hand reaches for the one resting on your hip,

you hold it as if it might disappear if you don't.

You shiver slightly when his hot breath teases the thin skin of your exposed neck again and the grip of his hand under yours grows more and more.

“I can do more and better, wouldn't you like that?”

You feel the effect of your movements directly against your butt and it gives you even more confidence.

You feel completely intoxicated by his touch, nothing to do with the alcohol that undoubtedly contributed to you finding yourself in this situation, everything you are feeling now is the work of his touch, of his body against yours and of his words.

You're dying to fuck him, to feel his hands all over your naked body as he whispers dirty things in your ear. But at the same time you don't want this to ruin your friendship, you don't want there to be misunderstandings between you. You can always enjoy the pleasures of sex without unnecessary feelings being involved, right?

You don't feel ready yet and you hope Jungkook is of the same opinion as you, that he also wants to have sex with you without strings attached.

You spin around and your hands rest on his broad shoulders. You look at him for a moment, his eyes dark and full of longing as you whisper in his ear, "As long as it's the only thing you want too."

When you look back at him to decipher his reaction, you notice that Jungkook initially seems surprised by your statement, then a pleased smile forms on his plump lips and his hands suddenly become bolder, moving down from your hips to the small of your back. You barely hold back a moan when you feel the hardness of his member and the firmness of his hands on you.

Jungkook holds you close and you don't know when exactly your bodies stopped following the rhythm of the music. He firmly squeezes one of your buttock while you caress the locks of his nape.

You watch him move closer to your neck once again and this time, you feel his wet lips brush against you just below your ear.

"Are you really the first girl I don't have to give the usual speech to? Am I dreaming?"

His deep voice reaches the parts of your body that you never thought would be affected by a simple voice.

"What speech?" You sigh when you feel his hands move up your back.

"The one that makes my intentions clear."

Jungkook looks back at you, as if wanting to make sure he hasn't misunderstood anything.

"It seems we want the same thing, then."

You state in a rush, feeling the places he touches completely on fire.

"Do we?"

Jungkook tilts his head slightly as he holds you impossibly tighter. You feel completely enveloped by the warmth of his body when his thigh slides and finds its place between your legs.

A soft moan escapes your lips and it seems to trigger something in him, you hear him breathe deeply before asking in a low voice.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

From the tone of his voice it is clear that he knows what you want, he simply wants you to confess it freely.

His thigh twitches between your legs, rubbing just right against the place you want it the most.

You follow its movements, completely enraptured by the sensations you are experiencing.

There is no room for shame right now in your mind clouded by the burning desire for him.

The only thing you can think about is his leg repeatedly teasing your clit and the caresses of his hands along your back.

Your hands tremble slightly with pleasure as they involuntarily grasp the strands falling at the nape of his neck.

Jungkook hisses through his teeth but doesn't resist, in fact he seems to like this little gesture from you.

You look at him for a moment and his adam's apple is so inviting that you can't resist the temptation.

You move his head to the side to get more access and lick the surface up to his jaw.

You would continue to enjoy this lewd moment as long as it lasted.

You thought you would tease each other for a while and then go back to your friends, but no.

Jungkook is just as involved as you are.

The groan that vibrates in his throat reached a part of your brain that is now completely short-circuited.

"I want to fuck you."

The words come out with frightening ease and are enough to make Jungkook look back at you through lidded eyes.

“And I don't want anything more than that.”

You know you're not ready to take that leap, but the uncertainty hidden in your voice reaches somewhere in your chest.

It hurts something when you watch him smile widely at your latest statement.

A fleeting pain, overtaken by the strong desire caused by the hardness of his member, throbbing against your thigh.

“Yeah, we definitely want the exact same thing.”

It was already quite clear, but hearing you say it is something else.

Jungkook moves away from you, leaving your body to the cold void his hands left.

Then, he grabs your hand, leading you past the crowd and towards the other side of the place.

You look around, convinced he wants to take you to the bathrooms, but you realize that with every step you take, you are getting closer to the locker's room.

"Where are we going?"

You ask loudly, as Jungkook continues his zig zag through the people holding your hand.

"At my place." he answers.

“I thought you wanted to do it in the bathroom, haven't you been drinking?”

You know that driving under the influence of alcohol is a terrible idea.

Jungkook stops in his tracks for a moment noticing your hesitation in continuing and you hear him chuckle before answering.

"I shared a joint before," he looks into your eyes, as you inspect them, "And then, you saw me drinking a cola, I don't drink alcohol."

Jungkook continues to look at you, though his eyes avoid yours now, lingering on your lips.

You want to ask him more but before you can, he leans in close to you to whisper, making your legs tremble in anticipation.

“Besides, why would I take you to a public bathroom when I can make you scream in the comfort of my own bed?”

He knows all too well that he has the upper hand and is taking advantage of it.

Damn Jeon Jungkook and the effect he has on you.

The heat spreads again in your belly and when you look at him you just want to bite that plump lip, tease his piercing and let that mocking smile get lost in moans of pleasure.

“Or maybe you feel more comfortable doing it at yours?”

His tone of voice lacks malice this time, after all, you have now understood that Jungkook is a caring person and therefore he wants to avoid making you feel uncomfortable.

You nod and smile at his consideration.

"At mine."

Jungkook tightens his hand around yours again, smirking.

You quickly reach the exit after collecting your things from the lockers.

And there she is, Ducky.

You will climb on her for the second time, soon there will even be a third, you can't help but smile at the thought.

Strange how different reasons are leading you to get on a motorbike so often, not that this is a complaint, far from it.

You tremble at the thought of experiencing certain sensations once again, this time even, with the prospect of sleeping with Jungkook.

He invites you to wear his gear once again, but you strenuously refuse to deprive him of his jacket this time. Even though he was annoyed at first, Jungkook had to give in to your determination.

December cold is unforgiving.

In order to compromise, you wear his helmet, unable to argue with its importance.

You reach your apartment complex after a while, Jungkook was driving the entire time at a speed well under the legal limit, allowing you to hug his body to shield yourself from the cold as much as possible.

Once you reach the building's underground parking lot, you get off Ducky and take off the helmet to hand it to him. You smile brightly and hear Jungkook chuckle to himself as he shakes his head.

"You really like to ride, huh?"

You look at him while he's fixing his disheveled hair and it's a vision that you didn't think could affect you so much.

You think Jungkook would look sexy even wearing a battered potato sack, but seeing him in these clothes, you think, will always turn you on.

“Oh trust me, I love riding Ducky, but I can't wait to ride you.”

You haven't felt this lustful for someone in a while.

Surely the drinks you had before are not supporting you to keep certain thoughts to yourself.

Jungkook sighs visibly impressed by your bluntness and you could swear you heard him curse.

"Can't wait for you to show me."

Seeing Jungkook now, in the flesh, inside your apartment is something.

You watch as he places his helmet near the entrance door and places his jacket on top of it before taking off his shoes.

As you do the same, taking off your coat and shoes to put them away, he looks around, taking in the appearance of your apartment.

The foyer is small but well arranged, with a large mirror and a shoe rack right beside it.

You lead the way to reach your couch in the living room and as you walk, his eyes land on some of your latest sketches scattered around on a counter, one of it appears to be a pair of boxing gloves and he finds himself chuckling like an idiot.

As you do the same, taking off your coat and shoes to put them away, he looks around, taking in the appearance of your apartment.

The foyer is small but well arranged, with a large mirror and a shoe rack right beside it and the little hallway that connects your entrance to your living area is decorated with pictures, plants and some of your favorite sketches.

You lead the way to reach your couch in the living room and as he walks behind you, his eyes land on some of your latest sketches scattered around on the counter of your kitchen, one of it appears to be a pair of boxing gloves and he finds himself chuckling like an idiot.

"Why are you laughing?"

You're puzzled by his sudden reaction.

"I like your apartment, it fits your vibe."

He answers quietly and you smile shyly in appreciation, suggesting him to make himself comfortable on the couch.

"Want something to drink?

You ask him, walking behind the counter to reach your fridge.

"Just water, thanks."

He replies as he sits comfortably. You get some fresh water and when you get back you offer him the glass.

Jungkook sips from it and you join him on the couch.

Your heart always beats so fast in his presence that by now you're almost getting used to the constant hustle and bustle in your chest.

"You really don't like alcohol."

You say lightheartedly as you gather your legs up on the couch and turn to face him.

You curse your damn mouth when you realize that your comment made Jungkook tense up.

You just wanted to make him feel comfortable but before you can think of something to recover, Jungkook takes another sip of water before replying in a low voice.

"Yeah. I prefer weed, even though I rarely smoke anymore."

His eyes look at you for a brief moment, dark as pitch or a moonless sky.

They then move to the coffee table in front of you to put the glass down.

"I'd say you don't need it anyway. You don't need it to boost your confidence, like me."

Something moves in his eyes when you say this. His hand on your thigh pulls your attention away.

You watch it as it lays on your thigh softly.

The tone of his voice, his firm aversion to alcohol and his troubled eyes makes you ponder, but you can't formulate any sentence that doesn't risk making him even more gloomy.

Jungkook taught you many things in the gym, undoubtedly to throw good punches, but also to have courage in general, to dare and not to let fears stop you.

He was able to free that part of you that you have always adored, the one that made you achieve your most ambitious goals, despite having to sacrifice a healthy relationship with your family.

And he was able to get you there, easily, without even having to tell you openly what to do.

Despite his tacit support helped you regain a little confidence, you feel like he doesn't need the same. Like he needs you to voice your thoughts with him, even if it's not always as easy as after a few drinks on your system.

You've always sensed that something keeps him anchored to a remote island in the back of his mind and you don't want him to take refuge there right now.

"You are right,"

Your voice is sweet, it matches his from earlier and with one movement you lift yourself, moving one leg to take it beyond his.

You sit on his thighs and place your hands gently on his shoulders.

Jungkook looks at you smugly and pleasantly surprised and you're happy to notice that island receding in the mirror of his eyes.

They slowly fill with lust for you, as they observe your body so close to his.

“Even though I drank a little, I'm sober enough to say that everything I did tonight, I've always wanted to do.”

Jungkook feels the weight of your body and the weight of your words right on his.

You're sitting directly on his growing member and his hands find their place on your hips as he pulls you closer.

“Wait until you see what I've always wanted to do to you.”

With that, his mouth takes over your neck.

He tastes your skin like he's finally testing a drop of water after a walk in the desert and you're the only source he wants to put his mouth on.

You moan as you tilt your head to let him taste you as he pleases.

Jungkook takes the opportunity to bite you a little, leaving a small blush on your skin and licking it to soothe the stinging spot.

You try to control yourself as his hands venture up your back.

“You have a condom on you?” You whisper all of a sudden.

Jungkook keeps kissing your neck, hesitantly moving one hand from your body only to pull a condom out of his back pocket.

He hands it to you and then grabs the hem of your sweater, stopping his assault to help you take it off. A shiver runs up your spine, realizing you're now in your bra in front of him, the cool air of the room brushes against your hot skin and his hands promptly return to your hips and back.

You squeeze the little silver package between your fingers as he pulls your body against him, your hips move almost automatically as you feel his member getting harder and harder. And in return you get wetter and wetter.

You're a complete mess in his arms as you buck your hips, panting slightly at every movement.

When his hands press you more against him, a loud moan leaves your lips and with it, the last bit of restraint you had.

You grab the hem of his sweatshirt, urgently undressing him.

"Someone is impatient." He chuckles breathlessly as he lets you undress him.

"Your fault." You reply as you move to undo his jeans.

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

The aroused expression on your face is something he hopes to keep in mind for as long as possible.

You drop down to help him take off his jeans completely and Jungkook remains in his black Calvin Klein briefs. The outline of his hard member held with difficulty in the confines of the fabric, making you salivate at its sight.

You stand up and take the opportunity to remove your pants in front of him, while his gaze is glued to you.

If his eyes could touch, you would feel their stroke everywhere right now, like a dry brush on a virgin canvas.

They eagerly study every single curve, every movement you do is carefully followed as you reveal your panties and legs to him.

“You're so hot Y/N…”

You hear him breathing heavily and only after adding your pants to the pile of clothes do you turn back to look him in the eyes.

He's touching himself through his underwear at the sight of your body and despite everything that already happened, you're still blushing.

You are engulfed in the flames of pleasure, yet the blush on your cheeks is caused by something deeper.

You ignore this thought immediately, setting aside that thing that tries to push to make itself some space and focus on the need that screams between your legs instead.

You climb on top of him again, leaning on his shoulders.

"Jungkook,"

You whisper in his ear, looking him in the eyes right now would mean exposing yourself too much, paradoxically.

What a strange contradiction though.

You're already almost completely naked in front of him, but the idea of letting him look you in the eyes while you say the next words makes you feel too vulnerable.

"If we do this, I want us to agree on a few things."

As you try to regain your courage, you lick his neck, moving down towards his collarbone to reach his pectorals.

"I'm listening."

He sighs as he lets his head go back, as if wanting to give you total access to him, basking in the feelings your tongue is giving.

Jungkook is completely engrossed, he seems to enjoy every little thing without thinking too much while you're struggling to let yourself go completely.

The friendship that has developed between you over these months is something you care about and you wouldn't want to ruin it for simple sex.

Even if you're dying to enjoy these moments you've been craving, you're afraid of ruining everything.

"We're just friends who are going to fuck, right?"

You ask tentatively as you continue to leave a trail of saliva with your tongue and lips across his toned chest.

"No awkwardness after."

You're not sure why you're saying this when you can't even look him in the eyes right now, but at the same time you're saying it precisely to not let your fear stop you.

Maybe you're just trying to convince yourself that nothing will change and that you can let yourself go, or just to make sure you both are still on the same page, but Jungkook doesn't seem to notice your inner conflict right now, too distracted by your ministrations probably.

"This is not going to ruin our friendship if that's what you're worried about."

He states between breaths as he wraps a hand in the middle of your hair.

“The fact that we both know what we want from each other and what we don't, won't cause any problems, don't you think?”

He pulls your hair slightly to expose your neck, and you close your eyes unconsciously when you feel his lips on your skin once again.

"No awkwardness after."

His whisper makes you shiver with pleasure and almost as if you needed to have this confirmation from him, you open your eyes and move to finally be able to lower his underwear.

His penis rises free from the confines and you are a little surprised at the size. He throbs in front of you with the tip red and moist as you observe the succulent veins adorning its surface.

"So we're gonna be ride buddies and friends who fucked once."

Jungkook holds his legs open as you get on your knees in front of him to pull his briefs completely off.

"Let's see if you still want it to be once after I fuck you just right."

You smile sensing Jungkook's usual way of doing things, his classic way of provoking you while he smiles with confidence.

"Bold are we?"

You snicker as you pump your little fist around his shaft a couple of times.

He hisses.

"You've got the lead for now, wait and see when it's my turn."

He says through gritted teeth as he clearly tries not to give in to your touch too shamefully.

"We'll see."

You move closer, gently placing your lips on the side of his cock as you continue to move your hand slowly.

The intense teasing served to make him super responsive.

Jungkook squirms a little when you carefully spread his precum on the sensitive tip.

You hear as he tries to limit his sounds.

You look up momentarily when your mouth finally settles around his moistened tip, only to see his reaction.

Jungkook instinctively brings his head back and his mouth opens in a silent moan of pleasure.

He sighs heavily as his hands grip the fabric of the couch he's sitting on.

The vision of his naked body exposed to your will causes a shiver down your spine and with your free hand you move down until you reach the most sensitive part of your body.

You give yourself pleasure as you move your mouth and hand finding a rhythm that could be pleasant for him.

You listen carefully for any reaction that might let you know that you are doing the right thing as you keep your eyes closed, completely letting yourself go to the small sounds he makes.

When you twist your wrist slightly and let go of his cock with a pop to catch your breath, Jungkook lets out a throaty moan and he is breathing noticeably faster now.

You're so wet now that you think he could fit inside you without too much effort, you continue to tease your clit while jerking him off at the same speed.

You leave a trail of little kisses along his member, from the tip to the balls.

You look at him again and unexpectedly meet his gaze.

You feel your confidence waver for the briefest of moments when you notice his eyes looking at you intently.

His pierced lip is caught between his teeth as he breathes deeply through his nose.

He's trying in every way possible to block any sound that might come from his mouth and it's almost annoying to notice the effort he puts into it.

"Let me hear."

You say softly between small kisses.

“I want to know if I'm doing well or not.”

You tickle with your wet tongue from bottom to top, once again reaching the sensitive tip.

His cock throbs in your hand and you smirk satisfied.

You don't need to hear his moans to know that he's completely into it, but you still want to hear them because of you, it's almost a visceral need at this point.

"You're doing great,"

He responds in a deep voice.

He moves the hair that has fallen in front of your eyes with a finger as he tries to steady his breathing.

A soft gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you keep your focus on your movements.

Your hands continue to move in unison as you moan, kissing and licking his cock. You purposely avoid taking him fully into your mouth, teasing him every now and then when you feel the sounds getting stuck in his throat.

You feel pervaded by the power that these circumstances can give.

Jungkook watches you the whole time as you work on him and yourself.

He evidently noticed the effect his words had on you, his little praise gave you more confidence, allowing you to let go a little more.

Jungkook suddenly stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder just when you thought he was enjoying it a lot, or at least it seemed like that from his persistent and muffled groaning.

“Y/N, let me taste you please..”

You hear the desperation in his voice and you can see it in his face when you lean up to look at him, a little bit of saliva wetting your chin.

His eyes are completely dark, full of the longing that you know he can see in your eyes too.

He moves to stand up, forcing you back onto your feet before picking you up.

You yelp at the sudden motion, holding onto his neck for support as he helps you wrap your legs around his hips.

“Where is your bedroom?”

Jungkook asks as he latches onto your already battered neck.

"Down the hallway, second door on the right."

In no time, Jungkook transports you following your directions. He pushes the door open with his foot before entering and letting you lie on your soft bed.

He watches you bounce once on it, then looks you up and down with an unreadable look.

Being in your apartment, on your bed, almost completely naked in front of him, definitely makes you bolder, feeling more comfortable.

You just realized how far you've gone with him, that you can't go back now.

Not that you want to, honestly.

You observe him, majestic in front of you, the faint glow of the moon that leaks into the room illuminates his skin deliciously, accentuating every muscle of his toned body.

Your eyes do their best to capture every detail and imprint it in your memory.

Jungkook bends over you, caging your legs with his powerful arms.

You remain propped up on your forearms as your breathing becomes increasingly labored.

His hands rest at your sides and with a firm but delicate movement, he pulls you towards him.

He bends down to let his tongue leave a wet trail across your belly, to the edge of your panties.

The passage of his mouth so close to your core, feeds the fire in your belly.

"Can I?"

He asks softly as his thumbs hook your panties on both sides.

He looks at you, patiently waiting for your permission.

Or your refusal.

You see a hint of hesitation in his gaze, as if he doesn't want to go any further against your will.

You can feel this small detail slowly infiltrating under your skin. You feel it brings to the light something that you would have preferred to remain in the dark, especially in this moment.

Ray.

Why did he always assumed he could take everything without ever asking?

Why doesn't Jungkook take without asking?

These are questions you can't answer. Deep down you know you don't want them, that answers would only cause you more pain.

You swallow, trying to shut off the bitter taste of the past.

"Please…"

You can't say anything else, you whisper this simple word that encompasses everything you're feeling right now.

Please do it.

Please make me forget all the bad things for tonight.

Please take me.

His eyes light up and his skilled hands easily remove the fabric that covered your most intimate part.

Only now you do realize how uncomfortable and annoying the wet fabric you were wearing was.

You feel the cool air hit the moist and hot skin of your pussy and you sigh when his hands return to you after leaving the newly removed garment somewhere on the floor.

He gently places his hands on your thighs, spreading them just enough so he can observe your dripping wet pussy.

Seeing the glisten of your juices makes his blood burn in his veins.

You gasp when his soft lips lay on your clit.

Jungkook is humming delightedly, then he starts to kiss it with delicacy, allowing you to adapt to the stimulus while he lets his tongue tease you slowly.

You close your eyes and try to relax your legs.

His lips are more insistent, until he ends up making out with your soft wet pussy.

You can't hold back your moans and you lie down completely on the bed as you let him eat you out.

Just as you had done earlier, he maintains a slow but precise pace, as if he wants to take revenge for all the teasing and savor your flavor at the same time.

Unlike his, your moans follow one another and you can't stop yourself.

They gradually become stronger and more intense as Jungkook continues to make out with your pussy.

He holds your hips, soothing the skin right beneath his thumbs with circular motions.

It's a sensation you've never felt before, you feel your orgasm building slowly, so slowly that you almost think you'll lose it at any moment, only to change your mind when with precise movements you feel the pleasure accumulating, like waves that add to each other. One after another, before reaching the coast in one large, powerful wave.

He moves his tongue with a constant rhythm and when with a faint voice you warn him that you are about to come, surprisingly enough, Jungkook maintains the same rhythm, he doesn't speed up, he doesn't press his tongue more forcefully against your already very sensitive clit.

With pleasant surprise, you notice that he keeps this pace and it is clear that he knows what he is doing.

He doesn't go crazy trying to catch it, when he already knows where and how to find it.

The only difference is the intensity with which he makes out with your pussy, kissing and licking it passionately, drunk on your juices.

You moan louder as your body tenses more and more like a violin string, until with a delicate but firm movement of his tongue, your orgasm hits you violently.

With his gentle and precise gestures, you didn't expect such an intense and violent orgasm, your body writhes in ecstasy while a string of profanities and panting breaths leave your lips.

Your legs try to close as they tremble from the stimulation, but Jungkook firmly separates them again, enjoying the taste of you for a little longer. You hear him groan and at a quick glance you notice his frowning expression.

You whine from the overstimulation and it's the only signal that seems to stop him.

He pulls off while still remaining in front of your throbbing and swollen pussy and his labored breathing tickles you gently.

“Sorry,” he states, licking his shiny lips for a moment. “You taste so sweet I couldn't stop.”

You look at him while you feel a constant pounding in your chest and your breathing doesn't want to calm down.

His hair is disheveled, his cheeks are flushed and his eyebrows are still a little furrowed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows again, one hand reaching for his hair, letting it sink into its messy locks, as if wanting to tidy them up a bit.

"I wanna ride you now."

You state decisively and perhaps a little too pretentious, you add,

"Can I?"

Jungkook looks at you as he stands up, offers you a hand while you observe him in all his beauty, naked and with his erect member that you can't wait to welcome inside you.

Tonight you got to immortalize every detail of his body in your memory.

His totally tattooed arm, his sculpted body and his face, at times so sweet that you couldn't believe it is capable of contorting into those expressions of pleasure that you saw earlier.

You accept his hand and let him pull you onto him while he says "How can I say no when you ask it so nicely."

You smile mischievously and take the opportunity to accompany him, pushing him by the shoulders onto your bed.

Jungkook takes place where you were laying, he sinks into your sheets as he settles in.

You reach him with your legs still shaking and climb up until you're almost sitting on his thighs.

You pick up the condom that you had previously abandoned on the bed next to you, but before you can open it to let him put it on, you can't resist the temptation to put your mouth back on his inviting cock.

You give a provocative lick, spreading your saliva all over the surface you trace and you understand how much he too wants to finally be able to feel you when his hips suddenly move upwards.

"Fuck-"

You continue to lick slowly for a few moments while you stimulate him a little with your hand.

When you look at him, he's already looking at you and it doesn't surprise you, his mouth is slightly open as he tries to regulate his breathing.

He looks so sexy right now, you can see in his expression the immense heat burning in his irises. The need he feels to possess you.

"Stop teasing me."

His voice is strained and his face speaks clearly: if you continue like this he won't resist much longer, he can't wait to see you jump on his cock.

The mere look in his eyes makes you clench your walls in anticipation and with a little effort you finally get him to wear the condom.

You move to finally be able to position yourself on his erect member and begin to lower yourself. A shiver runs through your limbs, the small tingling you feel as he penetrates you is almost immediately replaced by pleasure.

Jungkook is big, but you're so wet that he can slide inside you with ease.

You support yourself with your hands on his chest as you close your eyes to fully enjoy the sensations you're feeling. You continue to move down until you are completely seated on him. You feel full, his hands resting on your hips and squeezing you lightly.

When you reopen your eyes, you look at him and get lost for an infinite moment in front of what you see.

Jungkook looks at you through eyes half closed in pleasure, he's been looking at you the entire time, as if the scene in front of him is the key to understanding the entire movie.

If memory had any capacity, this moment would take up most of the space in Jungkook's mind for a long time to come.

After a few moments, you feel like you've gotten used to his girth and can finally move up and down.

Despite your legs still shaking from your previous orgasm, you manage to move at an increasing pace.

You moan without caring about the sounds you make, music to Jungkook's ears as he lets you do what you want with him, accompanying your movements with his hands.

You move messily as your legs start losing strength. You alternate your motions by rubbing your clit on him, moaning loudly when you feel your little sensitive nub stimulated like this and the squelching sound of your pussy fills the room.

Jungkook hastily moves his hands behind your back, pulling at your bra to unclasp it. He doesn't take it off of you completely though, finding it more sexy the way he jumps up and down following your movements.

"Fuck yes.."

He groans as he watches hypnotized your breasts bouncing out of your bra.

Then he tilts his head back onto your pillow as his arms flex with the motions of your body.

You bounce on his cock the best you can, tracing the side of his throat with your thumb, right above a little red spot you sucked on his skin.

The vision is enchanting.

The sounds he makes, addicting.

You're breathless, the muscles of your legs are burning from the effort but you keep bouncing and humping as you feel you're close to the second orgasm of the night.

"I-I'm clo-"

You're so close to the point of no return but suddenly, your legs are failing you and just like that, you tiredly collapse on his body.

Jungkook is quick to react, grabbing your hips tight enough to support you and adjust his position under you as he starts to thrust up.

Your moans are broken by every thrust as he diligently hammers your pussy up just right.

"You're so hot Y/N. So fucking hot."

He groans softly, pulling you impossibly closer.

You feel strange, like you're burning alive and flying at the same time.

You comfortably lay on his body as you let him lead you to the peak of your pleasure, licking and kissing his neck and ear lobe in the meantime.

"Fuck yes- yes!"

You moan his name as the fire explodes all of a sudden and the extreme pleasure you've built till now, crushes hard on you. And just like that, you feel your legs shake and your head light like a leaf blown by a gentle breeze.

Jungkook's thrusts slow down a little, milking your orgasm slowly till the very end. He only stops when you start whimpering, knowing you're probably super sensitive right now.

He pulls out and you whine to the feeling of emptiness, your walls slightly pulsing as you already miss the sensation of his cock deep inside of you.

"Are you ok?"

He asks you as he tries to stabilize his breathing.

Your body is still glued to his, your breathing is as ragged as his and you let the beating sound of his heart soothe you for a moment longer before you nod.

You slowly get up hissing a little and you look at him.

"Cum on me."

There's no longer space for filters and your brain is so fucked out that it doesn't even care how needy you sound right now. Even after your two orgasms.

You're craving his touch, his sinful sounds, and you wanna know what it feels like to have his cum on your skin.

He smiles amused, chuckling a little.

"Yeah? And where do you want me to cum?"

His voice is husky and you feel your body reacting to that.

You buck your hips on his cock, blocking it between you and his stomach.

Are you even sane right now? Did he fuck you out of your own brain?

"On my ass."

Yes, you're totally gone.

You're totally gone for this man.

You watch him as you keep moving on him, you see he swallows a moan as your wet pussy keeps rubbing on his member.

"Aren't you sensitive right now?"

He asks lowly.

"I can handle it."

You sit up, your battered pussy is still recovering from two orgasms but you know you can take it and you just want to show him how badly you still want him inside of you.

He laughs mischievously, looking at your fucked out beautiful face with pride.

"Lie on your belly for me, then."

You willingly obey, throwing your bra out of the way completely and resting your figure on your belly, just as he asked.

You can't see him from this position, you only feel his hand reach for your leg, bending it so that you're able to turn a little to the side.

He now has the possibility to keep looking at your body from this perspective. He has your ass, the side of your breast and your face at his mercy and he can't wait to enjoy your every expression from here.

"Stop me if it's too much."

You feel the weight of his firm body lay on you as he whispers, and when you turn your head to nod you meet his face, dangerously close to yours that you can feel his hot breath caressing you.

You're spread under him, fresh out from the two orgasms he just gave you and totally naked, yet there it is, the look you wanted to avoid earlier, the one you knew would make you feel really, really vulnerable.

The mixture of his cares, his soft voice and his piercing dark eyes are sending danger signals to your brain as it feeds something deep in your chest.

You try to escape, diverting your eyes from the magnetism of his by nodding.

Jungkook pulls a little away, positioning himself right at your entrance.

You can hear him spit and the next thing you feel is his lubricated cock slowly pushing in.

You never felt like this, never had multiple orgasms and still wanted to fuck. The sensitivity is still there, you feel the heat spreading to your nerves as he slowly but surely bottoms up.

It's only when he starts moving that you feel a peak in your pleasure, like he is able to touch all the right spots at once.

He finds a rhythm, grabbing the flesh of your ass and pulling you to meet his hips.

Your breath is irregular, just like his, and you start pushing your palm on the sheets as every thrust is pushing you up the bed.

Jungkook has a better idea though.

He lets go of your ass completely as he swiftly grabs your arm and blocks it behind your back.

Feeling restrained like this by him causes a moan to escape your throat, followed by another one when he uses your arm as a grip instead of your ass to keep you in place.

"You like that huh"

He says through gritted teeth, the angle allows him to see the profile of your face as he fucks you hard and steady.

Your sweet innocent face, contorted in pleasure is an ethereal vision to his eyes.

And the fact that it's him causing you to feel this good, makes him feral.

You say yes a couple of times between your moans and heavy breaths.

He speeds up his pace a little more, always cautious of your reactions, not wanting you to feel any discomfort.

But what he hears from you next is what makes his balls tighten dangerously.

"Slap my ass, please-"

Your voice is broken but firm as you say it and something about it makes him go completely insane.

Perhaps the "please" part, or the way in which you're voicing your desire right now, mixed with your sweet moans and submissiveness.

He slaps his free hand onto your buttock hard enough to sting, and listens to the smacking sound and the throaty moan you let out resonate in his ears.

"Oh fuck-"

He lets out, pure ecstasy laced in his raspy voice as he soothes your skin.

His thrusts are becoming sloppier, more erratic, and he's louder than before as he's chasing his own orgasm now.

You're addicted to the sounds he makes during sex, that's clear by now. Every time a throaty moan escapes his lips, you wish you could record it and use it when you'll be alone.

Suddenly, he frees your arm and pulls out. You assume he's taking off the condom as you try to regain some strength to push your hair away and look at him over your shoulder.

You watch him pumping fast his cock as his free hand strokes the reddened skin of your ass.

His eyes are shut tightly and you keep watching him moan loudly as spurs of his hot cum land on your ass.

He keeps pumping till the last drop then he slaps his cock on your cum covered skin and you've never seen something hotter than what just happened.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he smirks at you, tired and satisfied.

You chuckle softly, covering your face with your arm without even noticing.

“Fuck, that was-”

"Amazing. Yes"

It was, it was indeed amazing.

He finishes your sentence in a small voice as he tries to steady his ragged breathing, still remaining where he is.

You feel his hot seed slowly dripping down your skin and when your breath is stable enough you move to the side of the bed to get up.

“I'm gonna take a quick shower, if you don't mind.”

you say, moving to get to your bathroom.

“Not at all, go ahead.”

When your shower is over and you feel refreshed and relaxed, you return to your room with only a robe covering you, your skin still a little damp under the fabric of the robe.

Surprisingly you find him fully dressed, you sure didn't expect him to stay longer but you at least wanted him to take a shower before leaving.

"Are you sure you don't wanna take a shower too?"

You ask him as you approach.

"Yeah don't worry." you watch him as he brushes his hair out of his face and fixes his clothes.

You remain silent after that, it feels strange and a little heavy.

Should you ask him to stay?

Will it be awkward from now on?

Was it a mistake from the beginning?

You don't want him to think you're kind of kicking him out. The unhealthy overthinking starts pestering you and you don't even notice you've walked with him to the door of your apartment.

He gathers his helmet and jacket from the floor and turns to you with a little smile.

"I better go. Don't want Ducky to get jealous."

It makes you laugh lightly and you can't keep yourself from playfully rolling your eyes at him.

It's still him, the Jungkook that loves to tease you and makes silly jokes.

You probably needed this to get back on earth and realize that you should stop overthinking.

"Oh! Of course we don't want that!"

You emphasize and your fake concern makes him chuckle.

It won't be awkward from now on after all.

You open the door for him and when he comes out he zips up his jacket, ready to leave.

"Let me know when you're going to the shop to get your gear."

He smiles, one of those smiles that make the drums go crazy in your chest.

"I will. Drive safe."

And for a moment you smile at each other, probably knowing that from this exact moment, it won't be easy to keep your hands away from each other.

Tonight marked an important step for you, not only the boost of confidence that you sported, but you can tell with certainty that your past is still bothering you, from time to time, but it doesn't have your present in its claws.

The decisions you made tonight could bring you to another disappointment, to another loss. Especially when this sensation on your chest keeps going off almost as a reminder, telling you 'Hey, in case you didn't notice, I'm right here!'

It will probably pass if you just ignore it…

It will go away as fast as it came… Right?

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mastermind, part four

ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯

warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋

mastermind, masterlist

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y/n’s pov

“Hello Y/N.”

I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.

Oh. Him again.

“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.

Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”

It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.

“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.

“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.

Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.

“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.

He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”

Sirius? What the fuck?

I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”

“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.

“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”

“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.

I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.

I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.

He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.

I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.

“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”

He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.

When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.

His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”

I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”

I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”

“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.

“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.

theo’s pov

I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.

“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”

“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.

“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.

I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.

“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.

Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.

I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.

A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.

It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.

y/n’s pov

I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.

I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”

“No?”

“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.

“What?!” I say, alarmed.

“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.

“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.

“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.

“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.

“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:

meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.

I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.

We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:

See you there darling

I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?”

“Yep, I do actually.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.

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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.

I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.

We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.

“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”

I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”

I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.

“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.

I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.

He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.

He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”

I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”

He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“See you later star.”

“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.

He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.

I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.

What am I getting myself into.

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hey could you maybe do a minnie imagine where she gets in a minor car accident (only if you want to) and how the members would react? btw i love your minnie series sm 😭

Hii, thank you for requesting this and thanks a lot for enjyoing this series ˙ᵕ˙ I hope this was somewhat of what you imagined! <3 I hope you and everyone else enjoys it 🤗

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warnings – car accident, mentions of slight injuries, mentions of blood, stitches, bruises, broken bones (no major mention), cursing, mad s.coups (bc that deserves its own warning)

Hello Kitty Band-Aids 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had her eyes closed while she was still resting on the hospital bed, waiting for someone to tell her what was next to come. She almost wanted to groan at the flashes of memory that sped through her head. Never had she ever been in a car accident before - for 25 years of her life, the girl had always been safe on the street, she could've gone for another 25, she quietly said to herself in her head.

The accident happened too quickly for her to remember every detail, so she told the police. The only thing she could recall was the impact from the left side that had thrown her against the door to her right and the rush of fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. Everything after that felt more like a dream than reality. Minnie remembered hearing her manager's voice immediately asking if she was okay and to not move. Not long after that, an ambulance arrived and brought her to where she now was. Doctors quickly attached her to an IV after noticing the moans of pain coming from her and brought the dancer to a private room, separating her from the only other person that had been in the car with her, one of Seventeen's managers. After getting a few stitches under her eye, they left her to rest for a bit, notifying her that another doctor will be back soon. Too bad she couldn't recall any of this happening.

A knock echoing through the room brought her back to the present as she jolted slightly, her head immediately turning towards the door that was opening, revealing a female doctor.

"Hello Miss Kim, I'm Doctor Kang," she greeted the younger woman kindly, who did the same, a kind smile decorating her face. "How are you feeling?" She put the clipboard she brought with her down on one of the side tables next to the bed Minnie was resting in.

"Okay," the idol nodded, "My head feels like it's gonna explode, but that's it."

Oh yes, that could be the cold light," the doctor rushed back over to the door, "let me switch it to a warmer tone."

Immediately, Minnie could feel her eyes adjusting better to the room and the full feeling leaving her head slightly.

"Thank you," the told the woman, who sent her a kind smile in return.

"Can you sit up for me for a second?" She reached a hand out for the girl to take, helping her to come up and straighten her back, careful to let the IV cord not get caught up under her arm, making the dancer look down. "You're on some mild pain medication," the doctor explained, "You have a bruise on your right rib that's only going to get bigger and most definitely is going to hurt more, but it's not broken, so that's good. You also hit your head pretty badly against the window." She took out a small lamp from her lab coat, making the girl open her eyes wide. "And you have a small cut under your eyes that we had to stitch up, as you know."

Minnie nodded along slowly, the fluid from the IV making her obviously slightly drowsier than she would normally be. The older woman noticed the furrowed eyebrows on the idol in front of her.

"Can you tell me your full name?" Her hands pushed Minnie's head to look down, checking for other injuries she might have gotten on her head.

The dancer swallowed harshly before answering with a sigh, "Kim Minnie."

"Mh," the woman straightened her hair again and started massaging the thin arms of the girl. "And your birthday is when?"

"December 22nd... 1997?" Suddenly, the female member seemed more hesitant than before, her eyes analysing the doctor when she looked the idol in the eyes.

"Why so unsure?"

Minnie shook her head, quickly noticing that makes her dizzier than she already was. "No," she cleared her throat, "I just don't know why you're asking me this..."

The woman brought a chair closer to the bed before sitting down, her hands in her lap as she smiled at the younger one. "Just checking that your memory is still intact." She reached over to get the clipboard back in her grasp, along with a pen. "Do you remember what the paramedics in the ambulance told you?"

The paramedics... in the ambulance... what-... as much as Minnie tried to remember, there was nothing. Just... nothing. She shook her head.

"Or the doctors that brought you in here?"

Another shake of her head.

Doctor Kang nodded, scribbling notes on the pieces of paper on the clipboard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

The idol closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts and memories before taking a deep breath, "... I think... right after... just... my manager asking me if I was okay. Everything after that is... I don't remember."

"Okay," the woman grasped the clipboard tightly against her chest as she stood back up again. "The last thirty minutes have been really stressful and shocking to your body, so it's normal for your brain to push those memories to the side thanks to the adrenaline. It doesn't sound alarming to me, but I checked earlier, and we could get you an MRT scan in a bit if you're okay with that?" She explained, before adding, "Again, nothing sounds abnormal, and the other doctors didn't sign you up for a scan, but I still think it would be a good idea."

Minnie nodded along, "Yeah... yeah sure."

"Good," she smiled at the younger girl.

"H-How's my manager?" The performer wondered catching the doctor off-guard.

"He's doing fine. A broken arm, but nothing too severe. He's talking to the police right now."

"Okay, good. Thanks." Minnie smiled.

Doctor Kang unhooked her from the IV before escorting her out of the room, bringing her towards the MRT scan, where the girl was ushered into a changing room, along with a gown to put on and a bag for her clothes. Right as she exited again, she was met with the woman who brought her closer to the appliance, explaining everything that was going to happen and asking her a few last-minute questions.

After laying down and making sure Minnie was as comfortable as she could be, laying on a hospital machine, the doctor gave her one last notice, "Oh, and I was just informed that your emergency contact has been called. They're on their way." Before leaving the room to stand behind the glass and starting the scan.

Emergency contact... Minnie put that into her phone so long ago, she almost forgot she even had an emergency contact. But she definitely remembered who it was since it was the same person that had pushed her to even create one.

The girl was asked to wait outside in the hall while the doctors analysed the pictures of the scan they had gotten, promising her it wouldn't take much longer.

Minnie got changed in the small room again, put on her clothes from before and left the hospital gown on one of the stools, just like Doctor Kang had told her. She left, ready to sit down on one of the chairs in the hall, not expecting the person that was called through her emergency contact to already be sitting there. His perfume reached her before her eyes found him.

Seungcheol's head shot up at the sound of the door opening, his glare immediately softening as soon as they found the female member, who gazed at him in surprise. He jumped up from his seat and rushed over to her, not wasting another second before engulfing her in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here already?" The girl wondered, her arms wrapping around the torso of the leader, her cheek squished up against his shoulder. A slight hiss left her lips as he hugged her just a bit too tightly and her pain medicine had already started to wear off, only the band-aid on her arm was left of the IV she was attached to before.

Coups released her at the sound of pain coming from her. "What, you thought that I'd stop for a coffee after getting a call from the hospital?!"

"No, that-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did the doctors say?" With his hands on her shoulders as he raked his eyes up and down her body, looking for any signs of injuries.

Minnie nodded with a tight smile, her hands finding him, giving them two comforting pats. "I'm okay. Not hurt badly."

"What does 'not hurt badly' mean?" His thumb came up to her cheek, close to the band-aid right under her eye, but not close enough to touch it. "What's that?"

The female member grabbed his hand and pushed it down. "I had to get stitches.-"

"Stitches?!"

She sighed, "But only there! Everything else is fine." He gave her a knowing look that made her gaze to the side. "And a bruise on my rib, but other than that, I'm fine."

After another hesitant glare, Cheol took a step back, his hands brushing over his face as he took a few deep breaths in and out. "Jesus..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and keeping it down to look at the floor. Minnie's eyes never left his form while she stood still, nervously playing with her fingers. The words that kept on tumbling from his lips were almost impossible for her to understand, but she could make out a few of them, and all of them confirmed what she was thinking. Seungcheol had gotten the shock of a lifetime when his phone rang. Understandably so.

Even though her injuries weren't major, the shock of what had happened, or more so, what could've happened was still haunting. She started to fully grasp the other possible outcomes of the accident while she was laying in the MRT machine. What if she had been in a different car? What if the other car had hit them at a different angle? Or harder? Would she still be able to just walk it off and pretend nothing had happened, aside from a small cut under her eye and a purple bruise on her right side?

Once S.Coups came to a stop from walking and cursing around, Minnie walked up to him, opening her arms and wrapping them around his body once again. The '95 Liner reacted right away, pulling her closer as his arms went around her shoulders. A few seconds of silence were shared as the two enjoyed each other's embrace, Minnie feeling an instant sense of comfort breathing in Cheol's perfume she had come to love.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shoulder, hoping he had understood her.

His hand was brushing down her hair, making sure to keep her as close as possible while also taking note of not touching the bruise on her side. "For what?"

The girl shrugged. "Coming here. Worrying about me." An immediate smile struck her face when she felt a soft peck on the side of her head.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me for that."

S.Coups guided them towards the seats lined up against the wall, where they sat down next to each other. He took her hand into the comfort of his.

"All the guys got really worried too," he started to tell her.

Her head shot up, "You told them?"

"W- Of course, I told them! On the phone, they didn't tell me how you are. They just said you're in the hospital and that they called me because I was your emergency contact. Which, we should also discuss, by the way."

Minnie scrunched her eyebrows, "What's there to discuss?"

"Why am I your emergency contact?" Seungcheol looked right into her eyes, letting her know this was about to be a serious conversation, and she was not in the mood for it.

"Why shouldn't you be?"

"No, I mean, why not Wonwoo or Mingyu," he explained, making her shrug.

"You made me create an emergency contact, and to be honest, I kinda forgot that I even had one-" she noticed his mouth opening, to which she quickly added, "Because I've never used it!"

"You forgot you have an emergency contact?!"

"Is this really the time to lecture me about that?"

He squinted his eyes at her, making her copy his facial expression in a teasing manner to which he shook his head with a sigh.

"You know, if you hadn't just been in a car crash, I would hit you on the head."

Minnie grinned, "I know." Having known the '95 Liner long enough to know about his little acts of showing his love and care for others.

With a heavy breath, she let her head rest against his shoulder while keeping their interlocked hands in her lap that Coups kept on moving up and down out of boredom.

"The doctor said it won't take much longer to wait for the results of the scan."

Seungcheol nodded, "It's okay. I'll wait with you." Making her smile. "Plus, Mingyu and Wonwoo are already on their way here."

"Huh?" She sat back up straight, looking at the side profile of the leader as he glanced down at his phone, typing something, probably messaging the other members. He looked up at her.

"You didn't seriously think they'd just let you lie around in a hospital."

"No," she pouted, "But I would've hoped that I could talk to them at home. In peace. Without them making a scene in the middle of the hospital."

"Well," the leader grinned, "Get ready for a lecture from them about why they aren't your emergency contacts, but I am."

Minnie groaned, her head falling softly onto Coups' shoulder again. "This is just adding to my headache."

"You have a headache?" He immediately turned back into the concerned leader.

"A little bit," the female member nodded.

"Do you want me to find you some pain medicine?"

But she shook her head. "I'll just wait for what the doctor prescribes me. I hope it's something strong."

"You sound like an addict," he commented, still typing away on his phone.

Minnie sheepishly smiled, "Maybe I'll become one."

Seungcheol looked down at her and let his stern voice take over. "Don't joke about that."

"Sorry," she pressed her lips together, wrapping her arms around his, cuddling into his side.

A few seconds went by in silence before he took the word again.

"Eomma, Appa, and Seungmin also wanted to come."

"Who didn't you tell about this? Like seriously..." She gazed up at him, meeting his eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. Next time you're in the hospital all of a sudden, I'll just keep it a secret from everyone that cares about you."

Minnie let go of his arm and crossed hers in front of her chest, side-eyeing the leader. "You're annoying."

"Mh," he nodded. "But I told them you're okay. They're still probably gonna come over to check on you for themselves, just giving you a heads up."

"Thanks."

"And I tried to call your mum, but she didn't pick up."

"Yeah, she puts her phone on silent during the night," Minnie explained, to which Coups shook his head,

"That's not smart."

"I know."

"But you do the same thing."

"I know," she nodded along, looking down at her fingernails. "Can you just let her know that I'm fine?"

"Already did."

Looking to her right, where he was still glued to the screen of his phone, the girl came to a sudden realisation.

"Where's my stuff? Like my bad, and... all that."

Cheol looked up and nodded forward into the hallway in front of them, "At the information desk over there."

Suddenly, she was very up close to her favourite leader, batting her eyelashes right at him. "Could you go get them for me?"

He looked to his left, down at the girl with a raised eyebrow. "You said you were fine and you have two healthy legs. Go get your stuff yourself."

"But my side hurts. And my head hurts," she whined, exaggerating her current state as yes, they were starting to hurt again slightly, but she was definitely still capable of moving around.

"Well, but your legs don't hurt, so up up," he nudged his head forward, a teasing grin on his lips

She glared her eyes at the older member. "You're mean. I'm telling Eomma."

"With what phone?" His comment made her huff and him chuckle to himself.

With a deep last breath, the female idol let her head fall back against the wall, her hands in her lap, as she closed her eyes, praying the time would pass just a bit quicker so she could finally get back home.

Unknowingly, Minnie had dozed off into a light sleep, therefore, didn't even notice when the two other rappers arrived with heavy breaths that calmed down once they found her sleeping form resting against their leader's side.

"Hey," he greeted them with a smile.

Wonwoo and Mingyu nudged their heads in his direction.

"How is she?" The '97 Liner wondered as the older one of the two got closer to her form, crouching down to get a better look at the girl's face that was covered by her hair. With a soft touch, he brushed it out of the way, placing it behind her ear and sighing at the sight of the band-aid under her eye.

Coups put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. "She said she's okay. She has a bruise on her ribs and had to get stitches underneath her eye, but she's fine apparently. Oh, and a headache, but I guess that's what you get when you bash your head against a car window."

"Is that what happened?" Wonwoo looked up at the '95 Liner, who could only shrug.

"I don't know. There hasn't been a doctor yet I could talk to. They said it won't be long," he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "But we've been waiting for thirty minutes."

"And no one has checked on her?" Mingyu sat down across from the seats Minnie and S.Coups were occupying, right on the other side of the hallway.

"They did earlier before I arrived. Then she had an MRT scan, and we're waiting for the results now," the leader explained. His eyes fell down to the '96 Liner whose hand was on his girlfriend's knee, patting it comfortably.

"Wonwoo," he called out quietly to gain the other's attention, "can we switch places real quick?"

"Yeah sure," he got up from the floor and carefully got into the place of the '95 Liner, both cradling Minnie's head, so it wouldn't move much. "Where are you going?"

Seungcheol nodded behind him, "Getting her stuff from the info desk. Be right back." And with that, he left the three dormmates.

At the feeling of a new, much sharper shoulder against the side of her head, the female member started squirming, waking up slowly as she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the bright light. She lifted her gaze to find her fellow '97 Liner sitting right opposite of her. The female member sent him a tired smile.

"Hi."

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Mingyu copied her expression, tilting his head along with it, making her chuckle.

"Alright, I guess," she cuddled closer into the side of the man next to her, smiling to herself at the familiar feeling of the arms she has found so much love for and the scent she could write a thousand songs about. "Hi, to you too." She looked up, finding Wonwoo already looking down at her with a soft gaze.

"Hi." He brushed over her hair once again. "You sure you're okay?"

Minnie nodded. "The painkillers are wearing off, but it's okay so far."

"What did the doctor say?"

She raked herself up, her partner's hand still on her thigh as she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

"She asked me a few questions to test my memory. That seemed fine. The bruise on my rib is gonna get bigger, she said, but it's nothing severe. And... I did an MRT scan."

"Yeah, Coups-hyung mentioned that."

The girl looked around confused, suddenly realising something. "Where is he?"

"Getting your stuff," the voice of the leader made her look ahead, watching him come back to the small group, her bag and jacket in his grip. She grinned up as he dropped everything on the empty seat to her left before joining Mingyu.

"You're not mean after all," she jokingly commented, earning her a roll of the eyes from him.

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled, "But you have to sign a document before leaving." To which she nodded.

A sudden groan from Mingyu caught the attention of the other members.

"Can you please send a message to the group chat to let them know you're okay?

Minnie glanced at him in slight confusion but nodded, raking herself up to get her phone from the bag next to her. With one quick look, she knew what her fellow '97 Liner was talking about. Her lock screen was filled with notifications from said group chat, plus other messages from friends that have heard the news. Only looking at it made her already want to put the phone back down and get back to it at another time and day, but she understood the worry.

She unlocked it and tapped on the app's icon, opening the group's chat right at the top.

09:08 pm

Kkuma Appa: she's okay, I got her, we're waiting for her scan results

Horangi: Tell her we miss her!

Producer-nim: you wouldn't even have seen her today

Producer-nim: but yeah, tell her we miss her

Yoon Jeonghan: What happened to her phone?

Kkuma Appa: They took all her stuff

Kkuma Appa: She's getting it back when they let us leave

Dokyeomie: Why don't they let her keep her phone?

Dokyeomie: Why did they have to take everything off her?

Dokyeomie: Isn't she bored?

Dokyeomie: Can we come see her?

Dokyeomie: How long will you be in the hospital for?

Kkuma Appa: We're waiting in the hall, she's not even in a room

Kkuma Appa: You'll see her tomorrow

Hao Hao: Will she be able to practice with us?

Kkuma Appa: I'll let you know what the doctor says

Horangi: I wouldn't let her dance :/ it wouldn't be smart, right?

Moonie Junnie: If she feels good, maybe she can, but she shouldn't push herself

Yoon Jeonghan: Are you sure she's okay, or is she just saying that?

Kkuma Appa: She got some pain meds, those are probably helping her right now, but she doesn't seem to have major injuries

Kkuma Appa: But I think the doctor will tell me more

Kkuma Appa: She does have a cut under her eye

Little Maknae: A cut?!

Kkuma Appa: She had to get stitches

Seungkwanie: Oh no

HanSolo: ew

Little Maknae: That must've hurt so much

Moonie Junnie: Are you sure you'll be able to leave today?

Kkuma Appa: I think so

Dokyeomie: Can no one else come to see you guys?

Gyu🤍: Wonwoo and I are on our way

Dokyeomie: You can go visit her, but we can't?!

Moonie Junnie: This is a bit unfair

Moonie Junnie: We want to see her too

Kkuma Appa: Guys, please, she's doing okay

Kkuma Appa: We'll keep you updated

09:31 pm

Horangi: Are you still with Minnie??? How long do the results take??

Hao Hao: Is she still doing okay?

Gyu🤍: We've just arrived, she seems okay. Tired, but all good

Seungkwanie: How can you tell how she's feeling? Maybe she isn't doing fine, maybe she's in pain

Gyu🤍: She's literally sitting with us in the hall, she's fine

Little Maknae: I believe it when I see it

Gyu🤍: *sent a picture of Minnie he sneakily took*

HanSolo: could be an edit

Little Maknae: I believe it when I hear it from her personally

Woo🖤: I'm okay - Minnie

Seungkwanie: You're funny

Moonie Junnie: Minnie uses emojis, but nice try

*liked by 4 members*

Yoon Jeonghan: Jesus, can someone just bring her her phone

Josh: What's going on here?

Minnie chuckled at some of the messages before smacking the arm she was leaning on to her right.

"Ah, what?" Wonwoo looked down at the girl, confusion written all over his face, his hand on the place she had just hit. She pointed her finger at the message sent from his phone, turning the screen so he could look at it more clearly.

"Seriously?" She giggled at him. The rapper shrugged, the corners of his lips curved up.

"That group chat kept interrupting my game," he showed her his phone screen.

Minnie gawked, "I'm in the hospital, and you're playing a freaking game?" A scoff tumbled from her lips.

"I didn't start playing it until I knew that you were okay," he kinda reassured her with a proud smirk, his left hand now on top of her thigh.

The female member mocked his grin, "Mh, how romantic."

"I know, right?" Earning him a gentle shove with her elbow.

She directed her eyes straight ahead again, where Mingyu was keeping his head down, the floor seemingly interesting to him.

"Look, Mingyu's not even on his phone."

His head shot up, "Yeah, I'm not even on my phone."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, "You were earlier."

"Yeah," the '97 Liner talked back to him, "To let the guys know how she's doing."

"And I was doing the same," the older one of the two fought back, making the girl chuckle and shake her head. Wonwoo looked back at her.

"What are you laughing at? You're the reason for this."

"What did I do now?" She couldn't hold back another laugh falling from her lips.

"You got into a car accident." After being in a relationship with him for almost three years, Minnie understood Wonwoo's humour better than anyone else and knew he was just trying to mess around with her.

She scoffed, "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"You should be."

"Stop!" The rapper flinched away and snatched her hand into his as soon as she raised hers to smack him again. They fell into a round of giggles when Mingyu suddenly spoke up again.

"I told you I would drive you around."

"Mingyu-"

"I always tell you, if you need to go somewhere, tell me-"

"It could've happened to anyone."

"Still, it would've-"

Minnie raised a finger to stop him from continuing, "We're not having a discussion about this now."

Mingyu sulked back into the chair, crossing his arms in defence as he shrugged, "Alright, then at home." The girl just rolled her eyes slightly before directing her attention back to her phone.

Minnie: I'm actually really okay 😊 I hope we'll get out of here soon, I just want to go to sleep 😖

Dokyeomie: MINNIE🥰

Jun: yeyyyyyy, hiii Minnie ❤️

HanSolo: Hope you're actually doing well 👍🏼

Seungkwanie: We already have a hurt member, we can't have another, so you better be okay, Minnie!

Hao Hao: Yeah, don't steal my spot

Little Maknae: Could still be someone else typing from her phone

*Minnie sent a selfie, laying on Wonwoo's shoulder, Wonwoo can be seen in the corner*

Little Maknae: Okay, I'm starting to believe you

Little Maknae: Happy to know you're doing fine 🩷

Minnie: Thank you <3

Horangi: You're gonna get the biggest hug tomorrow

Hao Hao: Don't hug her if she's hurt!

Woozi: I'm pretty sure he'll break her bones with that hug tomorrow

Minnie: Pls not

Horangi: I'll hug you very very gently

Minnie: 🧡🧡🧡

Yoon Jeonghan: Keep us updated about the results!

Minnie: Will do :)

She went on to open the other private chats she shared with friends, each one of them telling her that they heard about what happened and were just looking for closure on her well-being. She assured them all and quickly texted her mum, knowing she'll read it as soon as she wakes up.

Just as the female member went to put her phone back down again, S.Coups, who she assumed had fallen asleep with his head leaning back against the wall, spoke up.

"Did you text Eomma and Appa?"

"Oh, right," she got the device back into her grip and sent a quick message into their family group chat, so she wouldn't have to notify each one of them separately.

Only a second after she tapped on the *send* button, the door to the room she exited a good forty minutes ago opened, letting Doctor Kang step into the hallway. She was greeted with kind smiles from each member, who immediately stood up politely.

The female doctor chuckled, "I already expected the entire group to come together here."

"We didn't know if all of us would be allowed here, so only we came," Cheol explained with a smile on his face.

"I see, I see," the woman nodded, "It's probably smarter to not drag too much attention to you guys." Her gaze switched down to the clipboard in her hand. "So... all in all, you're doing fine," she looked at the girl, who let out a deep breath. "As I told you before, the bruise on your rib is going to get a bit bigger over the next few days, but I prescribed you something that should help with the pain. If it doesn't, you should come back here so we can take a look," she explained, flipping over a page. "You don't have any head injuries, which is almost a miracle because I was expecting something minor at least, but... nothing, which is very good." The comment made Minnie look at the four men next to her, a proud smile on her lips.

"What about the cut under her eye?" Seungcheol wondered.

Doctor Kang looked back at her notes. "That... I mean, as it is right now, all good. It was deep, so a doctor did have to stitch it together, but in a few days with just a quick visit, we'll be able to take them out and it'll be all good. It will probably leave a slight scar of course, but nothing to worry about too much."

"See," Minnie glanced at the leader, "I told you."

"But," the doctor interrupted her, eyeing the two bickering members, "I wouldn't play it down too much." Earning her awaiting stares from the four in front of her. "The cut as it is now is okay, but if that little piece of glass had cut you just a few millimetres higher up, it would've hit your eye and... well... most probably blinded you on one side."

"Oh." Was all the female idol dared to say. Her eyes drifted to her right, where she was met with the warning glare and raised eyebrows of the '95 Liner who had his arms crossed.

"You must've had a little angel on your shoulder to get out of this car accident so well. A cut and a bruised rib are not the usual I get here," the woman smiled at Minnie, who copied her facial expression, but her lips were tightly closed together as she nodded.

"And what about like moving around and... practising and performing?" Wonwoo's voice echoed through the empty hall.

Doctor Kang nodded, "I know that that's very important to you guys, and we already sent an official document with all the information on the pills that we prescribed Miss Kim and just general advice to your company. But I think that as long as she feels well enough to do it, nothing and no one is holding her back from it. Within the next couple of days, you might have a recurring headache. If that's too much, then don't push your body," she directed her statement towards the girl, "Listen to it. If the bruise starts to hurt too much, don't move around. Lie down. Rest. Don't stuff yourself with painkillers or other things like that. Okay?" She got a nod in return. "Just take it easy. No matter how good you think you might be feeling, remember that you had just been in a car accident, so it's okay if you want to rest for a bit."

Everyone nodded and started thanking the older woman as she passed the prescription over to Minnie who repeatedly bowed to her, letting her know just how thankful she was, forgetting about the fact that they had to wait for almost an hour.

Once they were alone again, the group turned around, ready to finally leave the building. When Minnie went to pick up her bag, Wonwoo beat her to it and was walking ahead, stopping once he noticed she hadn't caught up with him yet. Mingyu was walking along with them on her left side, making her able to link arms with him as she often did whenever they walked side by side. S.Coups was strolling around behind them, eyes glued to the screen in his hand as he updated the other members, shouting out to the girl at the same time,

"Don't forget to sign that document, Minnie!" Making her ears perk up.

"Oh, yeah," shaking her head at the fact that she had already forgotten about it.

After signing it, smiling to the nurse behind the desk and wishing her a good evening, they were actually able to exit the hospital, leaving behind all their worries they had for a possible much worse outcome of the accident. No words were spoken on their way out until they finally reached the outside, breathing in fresh air again.

"You got a car?" The leader asked his two hip-hop-unit members, who nodded.

"Yeah, we came in mine," Wonwoo assured him, "Where's yours?"

S.Coups nudged his head towards the direction behind him, "Over there. Yours?"

Mingyu pointed in the exact opposite direction, "We found a free spot around the corner."

"Alright, then," Cheol opened his arms as soon as he saw Minnie already walking towards him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again," the girl whispered into his shoulder.

Coups kissed the top of her head. "You don't have to thank me for anything. Be careful, okay?" He released her from his embrace, looking her straight into the eye, making sure that he got a nod from her in return, before strutting over to the other members. With a quick bro-hug, they said their goodbyes, but the leader didn't leave with one last call out,

"Take care of her!"

"We will!" Mingyu shouted back, putting his arm around Minnie's shoulder carefully, scared to maybe find a bruise she didn't know she had or forgot to tell them about.

A comfortable silence fell between the three, but of course, it had to be broken when a sudden thought popped into the younger rapper's head.

"So... about that emergency contact-"

Minnie could only groan.

She knew the following day wasn't going to be exciting. She knew she'd have to take the painkillers she had been given. She knew she would have to go talk to another manager about what happened. She knew she then would be in the practice room, making the best of the situation, praying that she could move as normally as possible. And that's exactly what was happening.

After getting almost babied by the two rappers in their apartment, Minnie was happy to be with the other members again, that would be more focused on the practice session rather than her well-being when everything was fine with her and Wonwoo, and Mingyu just didn't know when to stop caring about her.

She and the two guys entered the room together, them first with her being last. Immediately, the girl had all of the attention in the room.

"MINNIE!" Dokyeom shouted into the room, running over to her, and engulfing her in one of his hugs she loved so much.

"Hey," she started giggling. Seungkwan, Hoshi, Jun, and Dino followed with loud cheers, welcoming the female member as they ran over to join. Jeonghan and Joshua were still sitting against a wall, eyeing the group carefully to know when they'd be able to walk over and greet her. Woozi, Vernon, and Minghao chuckled at the other guys but also decided to give them some space before they would check on the girl. All happened while S.Coups was still on his way to the practice room, along with their choreographer.

Not even able to wrap her arms around his middle, DK jumped back again.

"OH, does it hurt?" He glanced at her in alert, scared of unknowingly hurting her, to which she shook her head, a smile spreading on her lips.

"No, don't worry, I only have a bruise here on the side." She pointed to her side, making him only grin wider and engulf her again.

One after one, the loud members hugged her, asking over and over again if she really was doing well, so Minnie just continued nodding her head the entire time.

"What's up with that?" Vernon pointed to his own eye once she was free from the other guys - it was his way of welcoming her and she appreciated that.

"I'm gonna be cool now," she commented, "I'll have a scar."

"What cut you?" Woozi wanted to know.

"A piece of glass." Her answer earned her a hiss from them, including Minghao, who got closer to her, gently putting his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug.

"We're glad you're okay," he said to her, his hand rubbing comfortably up and down her back.

Minnie nodded, "Yeah, me too." While he continued to ask questions about the day before, the two '95 Liners that were in the room, joined them.

Once their conversation seemed to have died down, Joshua broke his silence.

"You know, you might be the only person that looks good with a band-aid under their eye," he jokingly said, getting mocking laughter from the girl in return.

"Thanks," she gave him a hug, which Joshua made tighter than she expected. Moving onto Jeonghan, he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I'm really glad nothing else happened to you."

Minnie nodded once again.

"If the piece of glass would've moved even just a few millimetres up higher, she could've been blind," Mingyu suddenly budged in, earning him a shove from the female member.

"You don't have to constantly say that." Repeating it over five times the night before was enough.

"Yes I do, so you're more careful next time," he talked back to her.

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, next time I'll try to stop the car with my own two hands, alright?"

Dokyeom, who overheard the conversation, smacked his arm, "Leave her alone, she was in a car accident!"

"I'm trying to take care of her!" The other '97 Liner snapped at him. DK only scoffed at him in return before he left the group to warm up for the practice.

Minnie went to sit down next to Wonwoo on the couch as the small group broke apart again, everyone getting back to what they were doing before she had gotten here. The rapper eyed her side profile when she sighed.

"You okay?"

She turned her head towards him, nodding.

"Okay enough to practice?" He continued to ask her, making her nod again.

"I think so, yeah," she scootched up closer to him, "The painkillers are doing a pretty good job." Before Wonwoo could say anything else, somebody stole their attention.

"Oh!" Jeonghan jumped up, catching everyone off guard as he rushed out of the room, coming back only a second later, holding out his hand as he joined the couple by the couch. "I found this for you."

Confused, Minnie, took the little package from his stretched-out palm, turning it around, chuckling at the sight.

"Hello Kitty Band-Aids?"

The older member nodded proudly, "They'll fit you a lot better than the boring beige ones." He took it out of her hands and opened it, crouching down on the floor. With his hand, he motioned for her to come closer.

Minnie eyed him getting one band-aid from the box. "But put this one," she pointed at his hands, "over this one," and then at her eye. "Don't take this one off."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think I'm supposed to take it off yet," she explained, making him nod understandingly.

Jeonghan unwrapped it properly before carefully placing it under her eye, taking off all the unnecessary pieces of paper to make it stick well.

"Look!" He called out, "So pretty!" Making her giggle. "So much prettier than before."

She turned towards the rapper on the couch, a grin plastered on her face. "Do I look so much prettier than before?"

Wonwoo shook his head with a chuckle. "You looked pretty already before. With or without the band-aid." He reached out to brush over the new sticker on her face gently.

Minnie scrunched her face, "That's cheesy." But he just continued grinning. She braced herself on his thigh and leaned over to place a quick peck on his lips. "But thank you." Getting another kiss from her boyfriend.

"Who's gonna take over Minnie's visual role?" Dino's voice rang through the ears of the Seventeen members.

"What?!" The girl shouted out.

"What?" The maknae glanced at the girl, "You said you're gonna have a scar under your eye. Do you think the Visual of the group should have that?"

"Are you calling me ugly?"

He raised his hands in defence, "I'm just saying. Maybe that scar will change your entire appearance, who knows. We should think of someone that might be able to replace your role."

"Well, it's definitely not gonna be you," Minnie squinted her eyes at Dino, who scoffed.

"That's mean," he pointed at her, his tongue gliding over his teeth. The girl looked him in the eye in dead silence for a quick second, before standing up, causing the youngest to sprint to the other side of the room, getting a round of laughs from some of the members that were following the interaction - Wonwoo included.

The female member threw herself back into the couch with a pout.

"He called me ugly," she sulked. The '96 Liner chuckled, a hand brushing over the back of her head. She turned her head towards him. "You might have to remind me that I'm pretty more often now."

Wonwoo nodded, the smile still bright on his face, "Okay, I will."

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lady-rose-moon · 4 months

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Understanding Home Alone || Loki x Reader || Secret Santa fic!!

A/N: hello everybody, this is my entry for @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa fics! My fic is for @cultofcarter, your request was so interesting and the Christmas movie idea was perfect! I went for a Christmas classic, however, I hope you don't mind.

Fic dedicated to: @cultofcarter

Word count: 1.6K

Contents: fluff, christmas movie commentary, slightly sad ending with hopeful meanings

PLEASE ENJOY AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!

As December rolled around again, you were excited to finally spend it with the one you’d desired to for so long. Now that you had gotten over the nervousness of being in a relationship with the villain turned Avenger Loki Laufeyson, you were fully prepared to be the most annoying girlfriend in the history of girlfriends this Christmas season. The God of Mischief was no stranger to Christmas, he told you as much, expressing his sorrows for turning Yuletide into Christmas some years ago and you grinned at the idea of showing him movies dedicated to the Christmas Spirit.

The morning your decision was put into the making, you’d managed to sneak into Loki’s bedroom and decorate his room with green decoration, including a small Christmas tree that you’d stolen from one of the floors of Avengers Compound. Tony wouldn’t miss it.

“Loki!” you called out with a grin as he roused from his sleep, his ebony curls deliciously falling around his shoulders as he sat up in bed to stare at you tiredly. The moment he registered the difference in the room, he raised an eyebrow at you and you only smiled back innocently with a soft, “what?”

“What have you done to my chambers?” the God demanded, looking around the room with a grimace as you shifted on your feet, unsure as to whether he was happy or unhappy.

“Well... it’s Christmas time so I decided to decorate your room to have some fun for Christmas!” you replied with an uneasy smile, your body tense as you tried to figure out what the God in front of you was thinking to the redecorating. “I know you usually don’t dabble in the seasons but... it could be fun, just me and you watching movies and having Christmas cookies?” you added, gesturing to the tupperware full of Christmas cookies you’d baked a few hours earlier.

The God of Mischief's lips twitched slightly as he took in the sight of you standing proudly next to your handiwork. It made sense that he wouldn't love the idea of something being changed in his personal space, but there was no denying that a part of that twitch was from a soft smile. His eyes drifted to the tupperware container and the cookies it held.

"You baked Christmas cookies?" he asked, a soft tone to his voice in spite of the amusement in his eyes. "And you said watching movies? What movie would we be watching?"

Loki rolls his eyes, but he has to smile a little at the adorable attitude you have towards Christmas. It's a sweet, endearing trait that the God has noticed about you.

He grabs the container of Christmas cookies by your side and takes a bite of one before he turns his attention to the movie you're putting on. "Fine, home alone can be fun," he says with a half-hearted shrug, though you have the feeling that he secretly loves the idea.

You eagerly sat on the bed, Christmas cookies open between you and Loki as the movie began. When you looked over to Loki, you saw that he'd conjured up a book, his eyes flitting across the words then to the screen every so often. *That's fine*, you thought to yourself as you turned back to the TV, *at least he was spending time with you*.

As the movie began, you bunched your legs up and hugged them, resting your chin on your knees with a contented sigh. All of this was so special to you, the tradition going back so far that you could barely remember the Christmas it started with your family. "Look whatcha did ya little jerk," you repeated the line with a grimace after Kevin spilled the milk over everything in the movie, grinning when Uncle Frank said it just seconds later, turning to Loki with delight, catching him watching the screen before his eyes darted down to his book.

As you eat your Christmas cookies and watch the movie, Loki enjoys himself in his own way. He's watching both the movie and reading his book at once, only stopping when he wants to focus on one thing or another.

Loki feels his eyes drift to you from time to time, as if he's drawn back to the sight of you every so often. Your adorable personality shines through in the small moments of interaction, and even though he may not show it, he's certainly having a great time.

"Oh, darling! This movie isn't meant to be serious!" you tease, turning to him with a mischievous smile. He's so concerned and it brings a smile to your face, knowing to anybody else it would seem as if he doesn’t care. But with you? Yeah, you’re definitely his Achilles heel. "It's a comedy about a child getting into all sorts of hijinks!"

You chuckle at him and nudge him playfully, grinning when he reacts accordingly. "It's called 'Home Alone', remember?"

Loki huffed, leaning back against the wall, his eyes glued to the TV screen as Kevin explores the house alone. He didn't understand how a family could just leave and forget that their child was upstairs still, no alarm clock to wake him and Fuller had been moved so Kevin wouldn't have to sleep with a bed-wetter. Even with the annoying child across the road coming to annoy the leaving family, that made no excuse for someone checking for Kevin in the bus or in the airport!

"Loki, come on," you chided with an affectionate smile, handing him a snowman cookie with a soft smile, "he's fine!"

Continuing on with the movie, you watched Loki's reactions intently as the neighbour - the supposed antagonist - appeared in the shop, causing Kevin to retreat without paying for his toothbrush. "I'm a criminal," you whispered Kevin's line, grinning as Kevin said it seconds later then you smiled wider as Harry and Marv were seen in the van and almost hit Kevin. Loki flinches as the van stops just milliseconds before it could hit Kevin and then watches with bated breath as Kevin hides in the Nativity from the robbers.

"For a Christmas movie, this has serious storytelling, why do they even care about the child?" Loki muttered to himself, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.

"I feel like you have these moments where you think you're being all cold and logical, but then your heart just takes over and you're suddenly way more invested than you ever intended to be!" you tell Loki, poking him playfully.

Loki watches the movie with intense interest, his eyes glued to the screen. He can't seem to take his eyes off the situation, a slight worry forming on his face. When the scene changes to the house full of "life", however, he is confused. When he sees inside, noticing that it was just a deception to scare away the robbers, he sighed in relief and whispered, "kid's a master of mischief."

As the movie progresses and the pair of robbers break into the house, Loki is focused on the movie in a way you haven't seen him focused on anything so far. His eyes fill with tension as he watches Kevin set up his home alone booby traps, his brow furrowing in concern. When he looks away from the screen, he is visibly anxious in a way you haven't seen from him before.

He turns to you but can't seem to ask any questions, his lips twitching slightly as his nerves get the better of him. "You... you think this kid needs help? Normal kids would never do this" he asks nervously.

"It's exaggerated, Loki," you grinned with a shake of your head before you went quiet, watching the scene where Marv and Harry try to break in, laughing at all of the ways that they get hurt then when they get arrested, you looked over at him and whispered, "definitely took notes from your mischief, Mischief!"

"You still gave him a run for his money, Loki, best believe you grew from your mistakes!" you whispered before you became transfixed with the screen again, watching Kevin reunite with his mother and you see Loki stiffen before a tear formed in his eye. You knew why. He missed his mother. He missed his family. You took that moment to snuggle in close to him and feel his heart beating beneath your ear, in this moment you were the only thing that existed to him.

As you cuddle up against him and put an arm around the God, he leans his head against your shoulder with his eyes still glued to the screen. There has been plenty of times when you've known that Loki can act like a child, but this is something new altogether. You feel him lean against you more, and that tear still rests in his eyes as he's clearly reliving some memories. There is a sadness to the God as he remembers his home and family, and he rests his head against your chest, hoping to find some comfort in your embrace.

You sat up, looking Loki in the eye before wiping the tear gently and whispering, “your mother waits for you in Asgard, Loki. When you have fulfilled your servitude here, she will be allowed to see you. It is only a matter of time.”

With a gentle smile, Loki leaned into your touch and gazed up into your eyes while whispering, “merry Christmas, Y/N.”

His words kept ringing in your mind, how sorrowful and lonely he felt. You knew that as long as he remained here on Earth, he would never truly be happy.

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you responded softly, feeling him shudder against you with sadness, pressing a kiss to the God’s forehead, “you’ll be able to show me Asgard soon.”

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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In front of the dungeon masters throne.

December 14th- infront of the dungeon masters throne

12 fics of Christmas - masterlist.

Summary: Eddie´s gives you an early christmasgift after hellfire one night.

Content warnings: Smut 18+, Oral, fingering, sextoy use, praise kink, Dom/sub undertones, honorifics (master),teasing, edging, aftercare.

Word count: 3342

Fic is also posted on ao3

Eddie had been scribbling on this little piece of paper for days.

Usually he wanted to tell you all about his campaigns as he created them, but this time the book slammed close as soon as you entered the room.

“Why so secretive?” You asked, as he folded the paper up and sat on it.

“You’ll see sweetheart, soon enough” he murmured in response.

Is this a christmas gift?” you asked, now more interested than ever. “one I might get in advance?”

“ You'll see, soon enough” he just said again.

When your shift ended you put your jacket on and put your hands in the pocket,trying to find your mittens, you found a note.

You knew Eddie had something planned, but not knowing what that something was, made it tingle inside of you with excitement.

Your mind bubbled with excitement as you made your way through town toward the high school and Eddie.

Why the drama room?

What game?

What did he have in mind?

You were a bit early so you snuck in as quietly as you could, hearing your boyfriend in full on dungeon-master-mode telling the group how they indeed had succeeded and slayed the monster.

“You present the head of the beast to the king, forcing him to hold his end of the bargain letting the villagers go, giving them their freedom as the most welcome yuletide gift, all thanks to you” Eddie tells as the party cheers, applauds and high fives.

The room was chatty and buzzing with excitement, and in the middle of it all there was Eddie, on his throne, looking so incredibly proud of this party.

He was gorgeous, in a totally effortless way, his hair was tousled up from moving around, telling the plot with his entire body. The smile was huge, he was always like this after hellfire, it was like the endorphins it gave him all immediately went to his face, making him look so unbelievably happy. His tattooed arms were holding up his body as he leaned over the table, giving fist bumps and high fives to his friends. But in this light they looked different, the way his hand gripped the side of the table made you feel something. That excited tingle that you had felt before came back, as you imagined Eddie's hands, doing other things, elsewhere.

Eddie's smile grew impossibly wider when he saw you enter the room.

“Hello Honey!” he called out, which made you shy, because suddenly a whole bunch of heads turned to face you. You liked Eddie's friends, heck you considered most of them your friends as well but, just in this environment, you felt like the intruder, no matter how welcome they all tried to make you feel.

“Cmere, sweetheart” Eddie said and sat down on his throne properly once again. You made your way over, greeting all the boys like you usually would.

Eddie pulled you onto his lap pretty much as soon as you were within reach.

“Hiya baby” he muttered into your ear as he rested his face on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you” you said, relaxing into him, grabbing the hand that he had round your middle, fiddling a little with his rings.

“Feeling okay?” he asked, tilting your head towards his. The brown eyes looked at you with so much concern, lust and love that it was almost impossible to meet them and not burst into tears with how incredibly seen you felt.

“Yeah, I am, “ you said, “Just a bit tired from thinking so much, and also I’m a bit um… needy... for you.”

The last part was whispered. You watched as a glimmer of pride showed itself in the soft eyes of Eddie Munson, as he shifted you slightly closer to himself.

“Good girl for expressing how you feel baby” Eddie praised, knowing it was something that you sometimes had a hard time with. “I´ve got plans for us, don´t you worry”

His praise always created this warmth in the pit of your stomach, it was like it blanketed you in this safeness that made you want more of Eddie. You moved your head closer to his, connecting your lips. He was not late to lean into the kiss, the arms that held you in place pulled you closer towards him and his tongue met yours.

That’s when you hear the oh so familiar,

“Cmon guys,” from Mike Wheeler, who watched you, looking slightly disgusted.

“Want something Wheeler?” Eddie said with a grin on his face.

“You wanna get a room or wait til you're home or something?” He asked, hands now on his hips.

“No can do, right here right now works perfectly fine,” Eddie responded, the gleam of mischief in his eyes shining bright. “ or what do you say sweetheart?”

You put your finger to your chin,”thinking” about it.

“It does indeed” you said and started trailing kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“Oh for fucks sake” Mike said with an eye roll.

“I’m not sure why you bother anymore” Dustin said to him, already so used to you and Eddie and the constant PDA.

“Cmon Mike, we better get going, wasn’t Nancy supposed to be here by now?” Will said, him and Lucas already packed up and ready to go.

The younger ones left after Will’s reminder, knowing that Nancy never waited for them for long.

“Hey Eddie?” Gareth said as you decorated Eddie's neck with hickies.

“Yeah?” He replied, not really taking his eyes off you.

“You’re coming to Steve’s party right?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah, aren’t you?”

Gareth scratched the back of his head.

“”Yeah, but we don’t really have a ride.”

“We’ll take you” you said “ I’m driving anyways.”

You knew that Gareth and Jeff was still a little uneasy about the whole Steve-Harrington-actually-being-a-good-person deal, so you and Eddie did your best to make them feel as comfortable as they possibly could.

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Jeff said as he grabbed his bag.

Gareth was about to say something else, of less importance when Eddie interrupted him with a,

“Gareth, it’s time to go”

The blond boy, looking like he just was smacked up the head for not understanding, was suddenly in a rush.

“We’re going.”

The gang of older students were on their way out when he stuck his head in once again, sing-songing a “haaave fuuun'' before Eddie gave him the finger and he shut the door.

You turned towards Eddie, now slightly panicky.

“Does he know?”

You weren’t sure if you meant what Eddie had planned or about the fact that you were needy for him.

Eddie calmed all your worries instantly.

He propped you up on the table in front of him, right where the DM-screen had been just minutes ago. He stood between your thighs. He had one arm around your waist and one hand tilted your face up to meet this eyes.

“He knows nothing, he might suspect a whole lot but he knows nothing.” Eddie reassured.

“Now baby, do you remember that I told you that there might be a gift in store for you before Christmas?” You nodded. “I’m gonna give it to you, right here, right now.”

As he told you the news, he ran a hand up your inner thigh, coming closer and closer to your core.

“Here?” you asked wide eyed, “Right now?”

“Yes, now I want it to be a surprise, so I´m not gonna explain too much, but this is a no pressure situation, you call safeword and I stop, like usual. You´re here with me and you´re totally safe okay?”

The idea of the sexy secret already had you dripping down your thighs with excitement but you couldn’t really shake the thought of the hellfire club members who were there just mere minutes ago.

“Can we lock the d00r?” You asked looking up at Eddie.

“Of course, If that makes you feel better then we can absolutely do that.” Eddie said. “you wanna do it? I've got something to unpack.”

When you returned to the table Eddie was sitting on his throne again. He stood you infront of him and reached up the dress you had on, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling them down, leaving you in the dress and the thigh high stockings you had on.

“Won´t be needing these now will we?” he said to you and smirked.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you onto the table once again, the top of it now feeling a lot colder against your bare ass.

“Now baby, do you remember what my note to you said?” Eddie asked.

You tried your hardest to remember what it had said.

“Something about Hellfire ending and our game beginning?” you said hoping that you remembered correctly.

“Exactly, that's right.” Eddie said, placing a hand on your knee. “Now If this is a game, then who am I, sitting here?”

You knew what he was after, and you would lie if you said that it didn’t make you tingle.

“You’re the master” You said, looking at Eddie, feeling lust fill you up completely.

“That I am, ” Eddie said, smirking at you. “Now can I expect you to behave?”

“Yes master” you said obediently, looking at him, feeling even needier for him than before.

“Thats my good girl.” Eddie praised.

He plucked something from his front pocket, something that you soon recognised as a D20.

“This little thing will decide your fate tonight my lady.” Eddie explained holding it up in front of you. “Now listen carefully, cause I'll only explain it once, this has 20 sides right?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, of course you knew that it had 20 sides.

“yes master” you said, urging him to explain further.

“now if you roll this and it lands somewhere between one and four, I´ll finger you.” Eddie explained. Your eyes widened at his words, this game just got interesting.

“If it's between four and eight, I´ll eat you out.” he continued, twirling the dice around in his hands. “Now between eight and twelve it gets interesting, cause then this little thing is brought into play” Edddie said and held up a thinner dildo from your collection.

You felt yourself getting more hot and bothered just at the sight of it, wanting him to use it right now. But at the same time you were filled with anticipation for what was to come next.

“What about 12 to 16?” you asked, and Eddie just smirked as a response.

“Glad you asked baby,” he said, digging around in the bag that he had brought. “ 12 to 16 means this ole´ favourite”

Eddie held up your trusted magic wand vibrator and he chuckled at the gleam that appeared in your eye as you saw it.

“I know you like that one, but this one, which is 16 to 19 if you didn't figure that out yourself, is a new one.” Eddie handed you a wrapped up present.

Inside was a rabbit vibrator.

The sight of it made your stomach drop like when you're on a rollercoaster, all the potential it had was almost overwhelming. You were almost too excited.

“Oh my god Eddie, this, this looks amazing” you said, but then you realised what he had said.

“16 to 19, what about 20?”

“We’ll that my dear is the fun of it, the 20th is the orgasm. If you do not roll a 20 then I’m sorry but you won’t cum tonight.”

Your jaw dropped at his words.

“So you’re really telling me that I might not cum tonight?” You said.

“That’s the game, but hey,” he said, giving the dice a quick kiss before placing it in the palm of your hand. “I have a feeling you’re gonna be lucky tonight, now lay back sweetheart, and roll for me”

The first roll was a 7.

Eddie wasted no time, diving right in. His tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly as his hands held your thighs apart. His grip on your thigh made you wonder if the marks from the rings he wore would be there for days, but the magic he worked with his mouth made it all forgivable.

“fuck baby, you always taste so gooddamn good” he moaned. You resisted the urge to shove his head right back to where it previously had been. You felt the pleasure build inside of you, in the way your toes curled and your hips buckled up against him. Eddie continued to tease you with his tongue until suddenly, he stopped.

The moan that you were about the let out was caught in in your throat, and for the first time since laying back you raised your head and looked at the man inbetween your thighs.

“time for another roll? or what do you think baby?” he asked.

“God yes” you said, desperate for the pleasure that you felt to continue.

Eddies hand came down hard on your inner thigh, making you jump slightly for the surprise.

“Yes who?” he asked, now rubbing forgivingly on the small mark that he left.

“Yes master” you responded.

The next roll was a 14, and you swore that you could have orgasmed from the sound of the vibrator alone.

Eddie flicked it on to a rather low setting, but still you felt the pulsating response it the sound between your thighs.

“Now do you want this, sweetheart?” you asked as Eddie ran vibrator up and down your inner thighs.

“Yes master,” you said, almost panting already.

“Then I would beg a little more for it” he said, gracing it past your clit for half a second before continuing down your thigh again.

“Please, please please Master” you begged, trying to wiggling a little closer to him.

“Please what?” he asked, his eyes glimmering as he watched you grow desperate under his care, he did love to tease. “What do you want baby?”

“The vibrator” you breathed out, almost instantly.

“Yeah baby, I figured, but where sweet thing?” he said, now removing it from your body completely.

You felt a bit embarrassed, having to say it, because obviously he knew goddamn well you wanted it.

“Uhm, I want it.. on my clit master” you breathed out, “please”

“arent you the best girl, doing what your asked” Eddie praised as he pressed the vibrator to your clit.

The vibrations went through you like chockwaves. Everything tensed up and came to life in a different way when you had the vibrator against you.

Eddie watched your every reaction with gleaming eyes, he absolutely adored to watch you come undone before him, all whilst knowing that you felt safe enough with him it let him hold the reins and be in control.

Just as you felt your core tighten from the vibrations, Eddie switched them off, leaving you, panting, whining.

“awh, sorry sweetheart, were you in the middle of something?” Eddie said with a grin plastered across his face.

“urgh yes I was.” you muttered, as you still felt the plusations running through your core, making you clench and move around a little.

“Well well would you look at that,” Eddie said, “my poor babys so worked up that shes clenching round nothing now, roll the dice sweetheart and see if we can do something about that”

The roll was a good one, landing on an 18.

You almost cried tears of joy as Eddie worked the vibrator into you with ease.

“There we go,” He said, looking at how it slid into you with no hiccups what so ever. “Always so good for me, always taking whatever I give you so goddamn well.”

You actually started to leak tears as the rabbit filled your hole whilst at a steady pace graced your clit with its glorious vibrations.

“are you getting close?” Eddie asked as he noticed the tell tale signs, the muscles in your thighs clenching, the moans and whimpers coming from your mouths, the way you clenched around the rabbit, your body automatically trying to draw it in.

“uh, yes master” you moaned.

“Well do you wanna risk trying to roll for orgasm?” Eddie asked, and you didnt think long about it.

“Yes, please”

“Well mannered” Eddie murmured as he put the dice in your outstretched hand.

it landed on a 4. A goddamn 4.

“I´m sorry sweetheart, but my fingers will have to do.” Eddie said, removing the rabbit that had previously been filling you up.

“Ugh, no please” You pleaded.

Eddie cleared his throat and stuck two fingers into you, applying pressure to your g-spot instantly.

“Excuse me, but what was that? Are my hands suddenly not good enough for you, princess?” he asked.

Your breath hitched in your throat, you hadn’t meant to say it.

“No, not at all.” you quickly said. “I’ll take whatever master gives me”

“That´s what I though” Eddie said, and continued to work his hands on you, one hand sliding effortlessly in and out of you, the other rubbing your clit quite vigrously.

“I want you to fuck me master,” you moaned after a while.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, cause this wasnt in his original plans.

“What if we do this, you roll one time, if its above 12, then I´ll fuck you, but you still need a 20 to cum okay?” He suggested.

You desperate after being edged for ages nodded and grabbed after the dice.

You closed your eyes rolling it, only opening them when you heard Eddie say, “You are one lucky fucker, aren’t you?”

You opened your eyes to a nat 20. it felt slightly unbelievable so you turned to look at Eddie, who already was wiggling out of his pants.

“Come here baby, lets get you there, we both know you deserve it”

You straddled him on the throne, sinking onto him with a satisfied sigh.

“There we go” Eddie said, you moved slightly whilst still clinging onto him, kissing up his neck. “You always were a slut for close contact, werent you princess?”

You moaned in response, unable to do much more, cause of how close you were.

“Now take what you need baby, chase that orgasm and I’ll take care of you, I’ve got you sweetheart”

You came not long after that, feeling the euphoria wash over you like a tide wave.

“Master,” you moaned, head on his shoulder, feeling slightly fuzzy and complete.

“Baby, look at me please” he asked, voice soft and caring.

You did as asked looking up at him with halfopened eyes.

“Tired?” He asked, you nodded.

“I understand that sweetheart, you were such a good girl, you took everything so well” Eddie praise, whilst pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Now how do you feel, are you sore?” He asked after holding you close to his chest for a moment. “I know I gripped and popped your thighs pretty hard there before, does anything hurt sweetheart?”

“I´m a bit sore, but it’ll be okay soon enough,” you said, thinking about your slight aching cunt which was still streched around Eddies softening cock. “My thighs hurt a bit, but not to bad.

You pouted a bit and Eddie was quick to kiss it.

“I´m sorry baby, how about we clean you up temporarily, then we´ll stop at a burgershack on the way home, and then we can watch a christmasfilm whilst we eat it, and a bath maybe? If you want one?” Eddie suggested.

“That sounds very nice.” you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of Eddies neck.

“Do you want to clean up now, or do you want to cuddle some more?” Eddie asked, his arms wrapped around you, drawing shapes on your back.

“Cuddle just for two minutes more? you asked.

Eddie nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“of course sweetheart”

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Over the Airwaves: A Harringrove Xmas Fic

Okay so you know how it goes. You see a post reblogged from a fellow Harringrover (if that's the term...hmmm...I'm not sure but hey ho XD) and all of a sudden the mind gremlins go yes....do it. Write a nearly 4K fic inspired by it. Or kinda. It's more adjacent to it. In this case, I saw a post reblogged by @avalonlights about Michael Buble and that sent me down a rabbit hole of Robin and Steve hosting a radio show and a certain someone or someones ringing in with requests. Though it does give me ideas for another fic for later or maybe next year now XD So Merry Christmas everyone! ^^ Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, have fun, stay safe and for those of you who struggle during this time of year, my thoughts are with you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four Days before Christmas Day...

"And that was 'So This is Christmas' by John Lennon. Coming up, we have the much beloved listeners' request section. But now, here's a few words from our sponsors." It was the run up to Christmas and Steve was working. Like every god darn Christmas he could remember since finishing at Hawkins High. Sure, the money wasn't bad and it stopped him from sitting alone in a big house, wishing that he could just chill in the pool and forget about the rest of the world, but….there was just somethin' about this time of year that set his teeth on edge. Maybe it was cos his parents had once again gone away from the holidays, leaving him with a Christmas tree laden with presents but no one to see him open them. Maybe it was the fridge full of food which they'd left for him which he'd stuff in the oven and try and not forget about. Or maybe it was the fact that each and every year, someone had actually asked him over to their place. And he lied about having somewhere already to go. Cos he didn't wanna be a burden, ruin a good time. If he was gonna be miserable, he'd be miserable alone. He was so tired of putting a brave face on things. But maybe what he really needed to do was bite the bullet and say yes. Being alone the past years had sucked.

Four days until the day of the most wonderful time of the year. According to many and that one song which they kept being asked to play most days. Christmas songs were the bread and butter of the airwaves for Radio Hawkins in December, most DJs chosing to play different varieties but some of the songs remained the same. The staple diet of a nation ready for the holidays and to eat and drink more in the name of good old Saint Nic. Steve and Robin had been given the afternoon slot, just before the prime time DJ, and so were kinda the warm up act before the main event. It meant that they could get away with playing some obscurities but overall, it was more the popular stuff, both classic and modern as well as the old curveball to keep them on their toes.

"Line one dingus, you're up to bat." It didn't matter that they were no longer the sailors hauling scoops at Scoops Ahoy, dingus had stuck. But it wasn't in the manner in which he'd been labelled at first. Now it was more affection than insult, just one of the many insider jokes and banter the pair now had.

Nodding, Steve looked over at the producers, giving the good old thumbs up and it was time for his sultry (and apparently sexy according to some listeners) tones to smooth over the airwaves.

"And we're back with more holidays hits right over the air waves at Radio Hawkins. And the section, as Robin said before the break, we all know and love. It's time to hand over to the listeners and the recommendations for your Christmas tunes." Looking at the board, he selected the button nearest to him and with a smile, started with, "Hello there dear listener, who do we have on line 1 today?"

"Hello. Can I request a song for all of the Hawkins Life guards out there? " "Sure thing, and what can we play you today?" Oh wasn't that a oh so familiar voice and a glance over at Robin told him that yep, she'd cottoned onto who it was too. They didn't even have to leave a name and they knew it. Steve wondered how red Robin was gonna get before the song would end, even before the voice continued and sealed the deal. "Could we have 'Santa baby' please Mr DJ." "That we can, thanks for your call." As the line went dead, Steve leaned over to the console to locate the song in question. Now he knew it was one which had been covered a hell of a lot; apparently one of the most covered Christmas songs ever. But no doubt the main DJ of the night would play some up-beat version and what was wrong with a bit of Eartha Kitt? "We're going with the original version?" Pulling her headset off, Robin was getting a raised eyebrow, as if this was something unexpected. She knew his leaning to the classics for these sorts of things but maybe she thought their audience would beg to differ. Although, that did make him think of…. "Yeah 'course. Why, should I have gone for the sexy Michael Buble version?" "No. Steve. Why do you…" Bingo. Deep, deep red is the result to his poking, as he made kissing noises at her and she looked like she'd have thrown a pillow at him if she had one at her disposal. Instead she just leaned over and nearly set him off his chair. An act that had the producers snorting and Steve grinning from ear to ear. Once he was straight and level back on his chair. Last year, Robin may have dragged him onto the stage for karaoke on their second work's night out together. It had been a small town bar, pretty cosy and most locals but they seemed to have known the radio station folk, so there was no hostile staring. Santa Baby had been the song Robin had chosen but not for the reasons he thought at first. Both a bit drunk, he'd just thought it was an updated upbeat version for them to stumble through. Then Robin had done a 180. No longer as shy as before but like a shot of confidence had come over here. Sassy, confident and damn…. If she'd not come out to him a couple of years previous and let her feeling about him known, that would have a time which he had gotten him paying attention. But as it was, he worked out real quickly what had caused the change, or rather who. Turned out a certain life guard had shown up, on their own work's do and yeah. Robin had already scoped her out and the song? It had been for her. It had turned out, as they'd found out later that night, the feelings had been mutual. Steve had slipped away to give them some privacy and the rest….well. They'd been dating for a year now, but every time that version of the song came on, Steve wouldn't let her live it down and Robin didn't let him get away with it.

"You're such a….." The song finished and a smirk is what Robin is faced with as she gives him that face and took over hosting duties. Whilst making it so very very clear that he was gonna pay for this later. Or one day. Who knew when, but she'd seek her revenge and he'd pay his due.

Three days until Christmas Day…

He was surprised they were both not hung over. A night out with Heather and her swim team, and member of his old swim team and many, many drinks later had left both him and Robin going home late and just about getting ready enough to be able to be coherent on the air. It had taken Steve an embarrassingly amount of time to work out their set lists and he swore at times he was getting the shakes for some reason but they were working through it. Him and Robin, the dynamic duo. They'd made the bad days work at Scoops and here, as tight as ever, they'd carry each other through it. Just as they had each other on the way home. "So, we have another caller on line two. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" They'd admittedly had some banging tunes already this slot. Some golden oldies; some Slade, some Wizard. Some modern ones and some not so Christmassy tunes too. Probably from someone who either didn't like Christmas all that much or just wanted to give others a breather for a moment. After playing a bit of T-Rex and Prince, the songs had morphed back into the season and Steve was now ready to hear what the last request of the session was gonna be. A pause on a line. This happened from time to time. When there was a bad line, a disconnect or when people just didn't know what to say, or how to start. It happened more often than he'd thought when he'd started here three years ago. Nerves on the airwaves, the thought of so many ears hearing your every word. Steve got it. He'd been the same when he'd started. Now it felt as natural as breathing. Steve patiently waited for the caller to say a word or hang up. "Santa's little helpers." Giggling floated over the line and yet another familiar sound reached Steve's ears. A sigh away from the microphone as he rolled his eyes at Robin to just get a grin back. Eyes carrrying as much mischief as the kids on the line. Well, it had only been a matter of time before one of the little shits got through. He was kinda surprised at who it was though. "Hello there Santa's little helpers. Hope you're keeping warm up there in the North Pole. What can we play for you?" "What's the North Pole?"

"Can we have 'Driving Home for Christmas'. Please."

Yep it was them and Steve just smiled, Robin shaking her head but still with that mischief in her eyes. Had she set them up to this? He had no idea if she actually had; he knew she wouldn't reveal her hand yet if she had. Or maybe it was the other who had spoken who'd decided to do it. Those two were thick as thieves after all. Either way, Steve leaned back to his microphone, the song now lined up to play.

"Sure thing. Here's 'Driving Home for Christmas' for Santa's Little Helpers. Thanks for calling."

Two days….. It had been a mistake. Two nights out in a row? He should have been able to handle it. Drink never used to be a problem. But today both him and Robin were definitely paying for it. She called it the hangover from hell but worth it. He was just wondering when the hell he'd turned his headset up. Every sound felt like it was echoing inside of his head. The only saving grace was that some of the staff on the other side of the glass had also been out, what with it being the works do, so they were all collectively on the bus together. Just trying to get through another shift before their beds came a-calling. "Line number three, thanks for calling. What's your name and what can we play for you this afternoon?" This time the voice was clearly using some sort of changer. Subtle but there seemed to be a distortion on the line which felt neither like the phone line or signal and clearly wasn't caused by a human voice. Catching Steve's glance, he hovered his finger over to the line button, just in case it turned out to be some prank caller who they'd have to boot off the air pretty quickly. Wouldn't be the first one, sadly probably wouldn't be the last. "Hi, name's "Christmas Princess" and I'd like "Last Christmas" by Wham please. Love your show, thanks for taking my call." "No problem at all Christmas Princess." He knew Robin was looking over now and he knew how; he didn't have to see it. If it wasn't written all over his face in clear sight, then it was that she knew him and his history well enough that she could feel what he was going through. This song….stung. A lot, and he knew it wasn't aimed at him or anything, but it was…such a shitty Christmas song in his opinion. Full of heartache and sorrow and memories of Christmas past. Memories of her and the special someone he wished he could have given his heart to. And the word Princess….god it remembered him so much of that asshole. Not even in town no more, could be a thousands miles. To Steve, he never was away. He was always there in his head, in his heart and he felt the whole thing stumble.That tell tale of a rip occuring again, and the feel of a soft hand under the table. Steve blinked out of his thoughts and daydreaming, looking over at Robin and the producers who were pointing at the blinking "Live" sign. Smiling at everyone, Steve hoped nothing he'd been thinking had shown on his face. One look at Robin, and he saw that it had. Damn. Him and Robin had spent so much time talking about their crushes that he was so relieved when one of them got lucky. She wanted it for him too, even if she shared his opinion on his crush (being an asshole). She wanted Steve to be happy and he wanted to be finally too.

"And that was Last Christmas. Sorry to all of you trying to avoid Whamhalla. Better luck next time folks. Now who'd we have on line six."

Christmas Eve It was Christmas eve, one last shift until Christmas Day, which turns out this year, he actually wasn't gonna be spending alone after all. He'd not realised until this morning that there were several voice messages for him at home. All of which had come from the Hendersons. Mrs Henderson had happened to bump into his mom in the supermarket or some place, and she'd let on that not only would they be out of town but Steve would be staying behind. Something about work and a boring business meeting his dad had which they didn't wanna drag him along to. So of course, the first phone call had from Mrs Henderson, asking him if he'd like to come over for xmas. The second had been just a check in and polite check in. A "It's okay if you'd rather be alone but if you could let me and Dusty know, that would be appreciated." The final one had been Dustin telling him that if he didn't come around to his on Christmas Day, then his mom was gonna bring them around. Apparently his mom must have had a change of heart; Steve not finding out the why until much later on. Outwardly he'd been annoyed, rung back. Got Henderson on the phone and huffed a "Fine Henderson. Let your mom know we already have a turkey," before putting the phone down. But as Robin started to work out which lines they were gonna to be taking calls from first and he worked through the playlist they'd already arranged for the session, Steve realised that really, now the day was actually nearly here, he was relieved. So god damn relieved that it wouldn't be another meaningless Christmas. He even felt a little bad about his tone on the phone. He should have sounded grateful, not like he was doing them a favour. Something to apologise for when he saw them in person. No more time to dwell on that though as he was on main host duties today and so it was his turn to man the lines. Nodding to Robin, she hit a button and put the caller through. Steve wondering what the next Christmas 'masterpiece' in which they would be asked/forced to play would be. "Over to line four. Hi there, what's your name and what can we play you this Merry Christmas Eve?" "Yeah, hi. This is that guy with the Camaro. I want to request a song for someone special. It's that Mariah Carey song. You know, the popular one." No……no no no. It couldn't be. It had to be….someone else right? But no. He'd know that voice anywhere in the world. The inflexion in his words, his choices, his tone. Of all the god damn people to phone in and all of the times too. And of all of the god damn shitting songs he could pick. Why this one and why this. God Damn. Station. Maybe to be fair he didn't know. He'd been gone since Starcourt. Whisked away as soon as he was well enough. Had gone to catch some sun and never come back. At times Steve wished he would have stayed like Max had done. Maybe he'd have at least had the chance to say he was sorry. Maybe he could have made things right between them. "You there amigo?" The words echoed around in his head, before a little nudge from Robin brought him back around. Concentrate….he had to just treat this as another caller. Them as anyone else who wanted a song. It didn't matter how he felt about it; he had a job to do. "Yes, sorry that guy with the Camaro. All I want for Christmas is you right?" "That's the one."

The sound of a smirk in his voice made Steve want to throw up.Throw down his headset and go cry in the staff room.He'd not felt like this in so long and it was really darn hard for him to keep it together right now.But he had to. ON with the show and then he could let it all hang out when he got home. Away from the peering eyes, away from anyone's expectations of him. Then he'd be fine for when Mrs Henderson picked him up. None the wiser. "Sure man, we'll put that right on for you. Hope that special someone likes it." "Thanks man, I know they'll be listening."

Another gut punch and it was like the Byers House all over again. All he needed was a plate smashing over his head. A squeeze of his hand and Steve takes a deep breath before slipping the headset off again. Robin quickly joining him and gently putting his and hers down on the console. "Steve….." "It's okay Robin. He's probably come back to see Max for Christmas" And this special person of his. A tight lump was gripping his throat. He hated this. All of it. Most of the staff here knew about him and Robin and it didn't bother them. It hadn't stopped them from rising up the ranks, given them their own show. Some people in Hawkins would still be reviled if they knew about the pairs' sexualities but here they were safe. And he was pretty sure some of them knew about the golden haired Cali boy that he held such a torch for. Hell, one of them had even found his mixtape in the car once. Asked him about it and then reassured him that he was okay. That it was fine. He had a friend who was gay and he was going to their wedding. That had been several months back, the first person at work Steve had even told. It still didn't make this any easier. He'd gotten worse at hiding his emotions. The dam was breaking and he was struggling to stop the water now. Luckily though, the caller was gone before the song played out and Steve managed to say a hurried thanks before Robin skillfully took over the air for the last song. Gestured for him to go and take a breather. The producers nodded and let him go, didn't mind the fact he'd had to head off early. He'd wanted to say thank you to all their listeners, to wish them a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as they wouldn't be back on the air until after the first, but he just couldn't right now. And they all knew that. Smoking hadn't been on his mind for a while, but now he fished around the bag he brought out from his locker to find the packet, slightly crumpled in a side pocket. God he needed this. God he needed….apparently a lot of things. A hug, a smile, reassuring words. A good turkey dinner and a warm fire, and family and laughter and….. At first, he ignored the buzzing of his phone. Probably just a message or a spam call or somethin'. It rang off fast enough to be either so he just stood there. Leaned against the wall and took the longest drag that he had in a real long time. Before off went his phone again, pulling against his jeans. Maybe it was Mrs Henderson. Maybe there'd been a change of plan or she needed to make sure she had the right gravy. She did like to make a fuss and always made him feel so welcome. The thought of which is what made him pull his phone out eventually. It wasn't right to keep her waiting. He'd already missed her calls and not rang her back, something else he really needed to say sorry for. But it wasn't her name that had flashed up on his screen. It was Max. Okay, that….didn't make the most sense but maybe she just wanted to wish him a Merry Christmas or….shit no, something hadn't happened had it? He'd….he'd better pick up. "Max?" "No need to sound so worried pretty boy. She's fine. Snuck out with Lucas somewhere. Probably the arcade. Dead romantic like that." Holy….shit. He couldn't stop himself from sliding down the wall, only feeling over the back of his jacket once his ass had hurt the floor. Hargrove…what the shit. He really was back in Hawkins and apparently had Max's phone on him. "Also before you lecture me, yes she has my phone. Didn't think you'd pick up if it was a strange number or anything. So, you like the song choices?"

"Song choices?" Wait choices….. Steve's face must have done a whole range of different motions as emotions rode from pillar to post. He'd rang in before. Several times. But when and…. how many times? What had he requested, other than that damn song today. The voice changer….so he'd been the shit requesting freaking Last Christmas. Now another emotion straddled the rest of them. So, was this some kinda sick joke, a wind up, a play to get him on air? He couldn't think straight. He never could around Hargrove but wasn't this typical of him? Wasn't this the usual hair playing behaviour he should have expected? Wasn't this why he liked him? Shit…. This could not be happening.

"Ah come on man? Santa baby, Driving Home for Christmas….George Michael and freaking Mariah Carey. You know how much cred I've lost just requesting that song man." "Ah great. Yeah, it totally makes sense now. You putting others up to ring mine and Robin's show and make me feel like a complete ass" "Woah woah woah amigo. No no no." A snort and then that lower tone that always made him feel like he was about to split in half. "Did you even listen to what I said to you? Listen to the lyrics of any of those songs. And here was me thinking you were a fellow music lover Harrington." Listen to the lyrics? About wanting someone, coming home to them, the whole giving someone their heart and shit and…..but it was for a special someone. All I want for Christmas is…..oh. "Get the hint yet?" His eyes darted upwards as the shadows crept over him. A familiar smile now above him. Shining ocean eyes which he thought he'd never see again. And the sound of an engine in the background and playful chatter. Max and Lucas at the arcade his ass.

"Hi there pretty boy. Look whose come back for Christmas." ……….

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove xmas fic #kaizen's kreations #inspired by others' posts

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Come Back [Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC]

Summary: Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC [Nurse Maggie Brooms]

WC: 3.7K Warnings: Cursing, medical terminology and blood

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You genuinely thought you might never see Bradley Bradshaw ever again. And you might not have, if it hadn’t been for a game of darts, a round of tequila shots and an incredibly ruckus betting pool that landed him in your ER at three in the morning on a Tuesday.

“Mags, we got a dart to the face, pretty close to the eye, in bed three. His buddies are in four and five with lacerations and a possible concussion, respectively.”

You groaned and nodded to Patricia, the floor nurse manager before standing up from the desk and grabbing a clipboard, stuffing a handful of mini pretzels in your mouth. You had picked up the shift for a girlfriend who had a last minute family emergency. The night shift was not your normal scene, but that night had been eerily quiet until you rounded the corner and heard the aforementioned group. They had the drapes open between their beds and normally you would shut them, but the rest of the ER was wide open and you couldn’t care less.

Reading off the chart, you stepped up to bed five. That’s what they taught you in ER triage: assess the worst first. Possible concussion took top billing, although suspicious dart to the eye guy was a close second.

“Hello Mr. Seresin. I’m Maggie. Can you spell your name for me please.”

The blond in the bed looked you up and down and grinned and you groaned inwardly. “Can I get your number first?”

“Nope, your name will be just fine, thanks.”

His friend in the next bed, minor laceration, laughed and you leaned over, pulling the blue paper divider without looking at him.

“Alright, let’s try this again. Can you list the months of the year in reverse order starting with December.”

He smirked at you but noticed your cold stare, and started to list them. “December, November, October, September…”

“You’re doing great. Do you have any blurry vision?” He shook his head. “Headache?” A nod. “Can you hear me alright?” Nod. “What’s twelve times five.”

“Sixty,” he said instantly. You walked to the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet back, helping him to stand.

“Now I’d like for you to stand still for me and count to five. Slowly.” After the five seconds passed, you pulled out a small foam pillow that was flat on the bottom and had a bubble shaped top, and put it on the ground, holding his arm carefully. “Now stand on this and do the same. Five seconds, as still as you can.”

He did just fine and you thanked him, putting him back in the bed while scribbling on the chart.

“Very good, Mr. Seresin. I’m going to have a neuro resident give you final sign off, but you seem out of the woods for a concussion. You’re a lucky man. Get some rest and the doctor will be down to see you shortly.”

You started to walk away and he reached out, grabbed your wrist. “Can I ask you something, darlin’?”

You shrugged him off, but he was strong. “It’s nurse, not darling. But sure.”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You had to admit he was attractive. Ridiculously so. But you still laughed and you watched as surprise flashed over his tanned, Adonis-like features. “I’m sorry. I have a policy. I don’t date patients.”

“In about twenty minutes I won’t be a patient anymore,” he said smoothly.

“Goodnight, Mr. Seresin,” you said, pulling back the sheet and dropping the chart in the box at the end of his bed. He slumped back against the pillows.

Skipping bed four, you pulled the curtain back on bed three without looking at the patient, going straight for the chart tucked in near the end of the bed. “Hello Mr.” Your breathing faltered. You looked up and finished your sentence, just as Bradley whispered your name. “Bradshaw.” “Maggie?”

You smiled and you hated that he could still make you smile. You hated how wonderfully goofy he looked in the hospital bed, bar dart sticking out of his face. He had grown a mustache since you last saw him, as well as about sixty pounds of lean muscle. You almost wouldn’t have recognized him if not for the faint scars on his cheek, the casual smile on his tanned and familiar face. The way he looked at you. A smirk and a twinkle in his eye, like he could perfectly picture you naked.

Most of all, you hated that when you stepped forward to examine him, his hand fell to your waist naturally and you didn’t push him away.

“Hey Bradley,” you said quietly, leaning to the side and grabbing a pair of latex gloves, pulling them over your hands. “Do I even want to know what happened here?”

He chuckled and pulled his hands back into his lap. “Let’s just say a darts bet went a bit sour.”

“I’ll say,” you said, pitching forward at the waist and touching gently around the dart. It was about a centimeter from the outside corner of his eye, giving it a decent change of hitting a vein when you removed it. “I need you to be very still while I pull this out.”

He nodded and you gripped the dart tightly with one hand, the other steadying his head, and yanked it straight out. Just like you expected, blood started to spurt and you quickly pressed down with a wad of gauze, dropping the dart into a metal discard bowl.

“This should be purely superficial,” you said, hand still pressed against his head. “But we’re going to get you an eye check after, alright?”

For someone who literally had a dart near their eye, Bradley was calm. Much more calm than most of your patients in the ER, even those with minor conditions. But that was part of his personality that you remembered fondly. Calm in the face of danger or the unknown.

He had a laundry list of less desirable traits. Irrational in the face of completely avoidable scenarios was top of the list, as was impulsivity.

“Hold this,” you said, grabbing his hand and guiding it up to where you had been applying pressure. “I need to get more gauze.”

Bradley simply placed his fingers where you guided him and waited for you to switch the blood-filled gauze. He was still, but his eyes followed you with intensity.

“OK, you can put your hand down now.”

After a few minutes, you pulled back the gauze to see the bleeding had largely stopped. You patted at it with an alcohol wipe and he grimaced, before putting a healing bandage on top.

Peeling off your gloves, you grabbed his chart. “OK, I’ll page for an ophthalmologist consult. Do you have any headache or head pain?”

He smirked and you were suddenly reminded how many times Bradley had looked over at you across the room at a party with that same smile on his face. The nostalgia was so strong it almost knocked you off your feet.

“Yes, or no, Bradley,” you said firmly and he looked up.

“Headache. But to be expected, I had a damn dart in my eye.”

“Near your eye,” you corrected, cleaning up the tray space and turning back to him before grabbing the phone hanging on the wall. “This is Maggie Brooms in the ER, I need an optho consult on bed three and a neuro consult on bed five. Great, thanks.” You hung it back up and turned to him. “Nice to see you, Bradley.”

“Mags, wait,” he said and you heard the tone in his voice. It was his guilty voice. The one he would drag out of the closet and dust off after he had ignored you for a full weekend with the boys, letting his phone go to voicemail over and over until you were convinced they were all dead in a ditch. And look at him now. In the ER on a Tuesday morning with a dart to the face. Not much had changed in eight years apparently. You turned around and crossed your arms over your scrubs, brown hair falling in your face and you flicked it back with a sharp head jerk. “What time do you get off work?”

“Seven.”

“Can I take you to breakfast?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why would you want to do that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, old friends and all.”

You let out a small laugh. “We’re not friends, Bradley. We were never friends.”

“Come on, Mags,” he said softly and you felt the familiar twist in your stomach. Bradley Bradshaw, for all of his childish naivete and stupidity, had once held a very strong power over you.

That was before.

“Please? My treat.”

Your stomach chose that moment of all the times to rumble and you looked up with wide eyes as Bradley laughed and you found yourself laughing, too. “OK fine. But I’m doing it for the free food, so don’t get any ideas.”

He grinned. “I wouldn’t dare. I’ll swing by and get you at seven.”

He started to get up and you gave him a warning look. “Hey, lie back down. The doctor will come for you shortly.”

Bradley eased back down on the bed and gave you a smile. “You’ve gotten meaner. I like it.”

“That’s what eight years of nursing will do to you,” you said softly, pulling the drapes. “See you at seven.”

In bed four, you found the third friend passed out cold. You picked up his chart, tapping it on his foot. “Sir?” He startled awake, looking at you with wide eyes. “I’m Maggie. Says here you have a few cuts.”

He nodded, holding out his arms and you saw for the first time a few gashes running up and down the length of his forearms.

“Got it.” You pulled up a rolling stool and a tray and started to clean the wounds. “How’d you get these?”

He was tall and dark and handsome, with a chiseled jaw. You wondered how on earth Bradley had managed to pal around with such an incredibly handsome group of friends while also get in such stupid trouble. “Bit of this, bit of that,” he said with a lopsided smile and you hummed along, deftly gluing together some of the larger wounds with surgical glue before wiping them and taping them up.

“Alright, you should be set. I’ll give you some extra bandages, change them in twelve hours. If the wounds start to smell or change color to green or gray or black, come back immediately. If they break open and bleed again, you should be OK they’re fairly superficial, but if there’s major blood loss you have to come back and see us.”

“Can I come back and see you even if I don’t have any issues?”

You shook your head, laughing. These guys, they were relentless. Just then, Bradley ripped open the dividing curtain. “Coyote, Bob’s here to get us.”

You gave him a look. “Did you see the ophthalmologist?”

He gave you a shy look and you pointed a finger.

“Back in bed, Bradshaw.”

Coyote looked between you two, reading between the lines. “Do y’all know each other?”

You said, “No,” at the same time that Bradley nodded his head with a, “Yes.”

“Now I’m confused,” Jake Seresin said, standing on the other side of the bed.

You pushed back off the stool and sighed. “Alright. Everyone back to their beds. Mr. Seresin, we’re still waiting on your neuro consult. Bradley, eye consult. The only person here who is cleared to get discharged is,” you looked at your chart, “Javy Machado.”

“Coyote, ma’am,” he corrected and you squinted.

“OK, Coyote.” You said it slowly and the three of them laughed. You backed up with a sigh. “I mean it, y’all get in bed.

There was a chorus of “Yes ma’am” and you sighed, walking back to the nurses station to fill in their electronic charts. Patricia leaned over the desk and gave you a look.

“What?”

She winked and you groaned.

“Don’t even start with me, Patty,” you said, reaching under the desk for your bag and pulling out a powerbar. “I mean it.” She laughed and sauntered away. You kept an eye across the room, saw Dr. Matthews headed toward bed five, and Dr. Thomas a few steps behind him headed toward Bradley and you let out a sigh of relief.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Five more intakes, two discharges. All the while you kept an eye on beds three through five. A bespeckled man with light brown hair and a nervous energy came in around four-thirty and asked for Bradley. You pointed at bed three, the ER nurse hotline phone wedged between your shoulder and ear, and he took off in that direction. Twenty or so minutes later you saw Bradley and the brunette with glasses leave and he tossed you a look over his shoulder, mouthing, “See you at seven.” You smiled and lifted a hand in a wave.

It wasn’t until you went into the locker room at the end of your shift that you realized how unattractive the clothes you had worn to work the day before were. A pair of leggings, an old university sweatshirt and sneakers. If you squinted, you’d look almost exactly the same as when you and Bradley had first dated.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair and swiping on a thin layer of pink lipgloss before tossing your tote over your shoulder and heading for the lobby.

To your surprise, Bradley was already there in the hospital lobby. He had obviously changed, but he still had the bandage on his head which made you giggle. As you got nearer, you saw he was holding out a cup of coffee which you took gratefully.

“Thought you might need this,” he said which elicited a smile and he grinned. “God, I forgot what a great smile you have.”

You quickly dropped the smile. “Alright, you suggested breakfast so where do you have in mind? A dirty McDonald’s? Someone’s mom’s house? That one time we ate breakfast tacos out of the back of some guy’s pickup truck in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot?”

Bradley laughed and put his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the automatic doors into the parking lot. He felt different. Taller, just by a bit, but stronger. More masculine in every way. His hand on your back was warm and intentional, and maybe it was the cool morning air or maybe it was the contrast of his hot skin on you, but you shivered. “Hop in,” he said, opening the door to his blue Bronco that you were shocked to see he still owned.

You stepped into the passenger seat and he closed the door gently before jogging around to the driver's seat and jumping in.

You had expected it to feel like deja vu in a more obvious way. You had spent two, almost three, years with Bradley. That had added up to hundreds of rides in the Bronco. Endless hugs and kisses and laughs. So you were surprised when it didn’t feel the same. It was easy, in a way. You didn’t talk much as Bradley drove to the restaurant. But it didn’t feel familiar, either. You had become strangers. Perhaps that was inevitable.

He pulled up to a small diner and parked. Inside, it was dated but homey, and Bradley walked right in without waiting to be seated, plopping down on a booth near the far wall against a window that looked out over the beach.

“Bradley!” An older woman in a waitressing uniform greeted him with a large smile and he stood up, giving her a warm hug. You watched the interaction with wide eyes. He held her shoulders when they pulled apart, smiling at her with a large grin before looking back at you.

“Linda, this is Maggie. She’s an old friend.”

You smiled from your seat. “Hi.”

“Hi sweetpea,” she said, shooing Bradley back to his seat. “What can I get you to drink baby?”

“A water and coffee would be great.”

Bradley nodded. “Same here.”

“Be right back.” She winked and turned back to the counter at the center of the diner.

You looked over at Bradley who was watching you intently. “Come here a lot?” you asked.

He shrugged. “It’s close to work and their hash browns are great.”

“Work, huh? So you do have a job?”

“You’re not the only one with a career, Mags.” There was a twinge of embarrassment in his tone. You had known Bradley to be a party guy. The cool guy. The person who didn’t care if he flopped an exam so long as he had a great night before with plenty of stories to tell the next day.

“Are you going to tell me what it is? Let me guess. Rodeo clown?” He smiled and shook his head. “OK, I’m out of guesses.”

Bradley shook his head. “You don’t think very highly of me, do you?”

A coolness settled over the table. You had thought there was a mutual understanding that this was just breakfast. Nothing more. Not a time to dig into the past. But Bradley was excavating, apparently. Linda dropped off your drinks and took your orders: bacon, eggs and hashbrowns for Bradley; garden omelet with toast for you. She smiled knowingly as she walked away.

“Why’d you bring me here, Brad?” you whispered, taking a sip of hot coffee, the mug shaking a bit in your grasp.

He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in the chair. You couldn’t help but notice how muscular his arms were, rippling under the thin material of his long sleeve t-shirt. “Seeing you again, Mags. It brought back a lot of memories. Not good ones.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “You brought me here because I’m just full of bad memories? That’s a first.”

“Let me finish,” he said and you raised an eyebrow. “Please?” You nodded. “I feel bad, OK? It’s been a long time, but I hate how I treated you. So when I saw you this morning, I just thought, wow, she looks great. She looks like she has her life together. I want to know who she is now. Who she’s become.”

You leaned across the table. “Maybe you don’t deserve that, Bradley. You don’t get to ruin a person, and then walk back into their lives eight years later and see that they’ve moved on and they’ve built themselves up again and you don’t get to just insert yourself into their lives to see how they’re doing. It doesn’t work like that.”

He reached out, laying one massive hand over yours. You noticed for the first time he had calluses on his fingertips, like maybe he did manual labor. “I know I don’t deserve to know. But I want to, for what it’s worth. I want to know you now. If you’ll let me.”

You looked up at him. He had changed so much in eight years. There were small crows feet starting to form at the corners of his eyes. His hair was shorter than it had been back then. And he seemed self aware, for perhaps the first time since you had known him. Bradley had never been perceptive.

He seemed like he was genuinely trying. And while your gut told you to get up, walk away, run, a part of you stayed put. A part of you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Again.

Even though you could tell you were setting yourself up to get hurt. Again.

You sighed. “We can be friends,” you said finally and he beamed. “Well, we can try. I don’t make a habit of being friends with exes, so this is a first for me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to try with,” he said, tucking into his plate of hash browns. “I never stopped thinking about you, Mags.”

You held up a hand. “Nope. We have to have some rules, OK? If we’re going to be friends, I’m setting ground rules.”

He laid his fork down. “OK?”

“First, no flirting.” You watched the light die out in his eyes but he nodded. “Second, no alluding to what we were.”

“I can’t talk about our relationship?”

“You can’t talk about it fondly,” you corrected. “Like you want to start something up again. That’s off the table.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, taking a sip of coffee.

“Third rule. We’re honest with each other.”

“Deal.”

You reached out a thin hand over the table for a shake and Bradley laughed, dwarfing your small hand in his large one and giving it a hearty shake. There was a twinkle in his eye that you immediately recognized with danger sirens in your head.

“So because we’re friends, we’re going dutch on breakfast right?” Bradley asked and he chuckled when your jaw dropped open. “I'm kidding, Mags.” He slid two twenties under his mug and stood up. “Ready to go?”

You nodded and followed Bradley out, smiling at Linda the waitress on your way out the door. Bradley drove you back to the hospital parking lot and you instructed him on where to find your car, a small Honda SUV wedged between two pickups in the staff lot.

You turned to him. “Watch that wound,” you said quietly. “Change the bandage tonight like I showed you.”

He dropped his hands from the wheel and smiled. “Do you want to hang out sometime?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “As friends,” he added. “Since we’re friends now.”

You sighed and opened the door. “My number is the same. Unless you deleted it.”

“Never,” he said and that one word sent shivers up your spine. You climbed out of the cab of the truck and shut the door. Bradley rolled down the window and leaned over the passenger seat. “I’ll call you.”

“Friends text, Bradley,” you said over your shoulder, unlocking your car.

You could hear his laugh as he drove away.

Sitting in the seat of your car you leaned back and closed your eyes. Why on Earth had you just invited Bradley Bradshaw back into your life?

He only ever brought you pain.

A/N: My first shot at a Bradley-centric fic! Will have a bit of a slower lead up.

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