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seeingivy · 5 months ago

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so high school

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my gojo as taylor songs series

an: so sorry to the dream girl fans, had to expedite this one. taylor as gojo anon its your lucky day.

you were always under the impression that people like satoru gojo were perfect.

flawless even.

at times, you were even inclined to think that it was unfair; that some people were born with perfect looks, charming personalities, with intellect and intelligence to match. that they didn’t have to struggle.

though it seems at the current moment, you stood corrected. because the so-called rumors that you had heard about satoru – that he always participated in class, that the teachers loved him – they might have still stood true, but the underlying implication that was always insinuated, that he was naturally intelligent, wasn't.

it slightly cracked a sheen into the persona. you wondered if the girls in your english literature class would still giggle about him the way they did under their breaths if they knew. though knowing them, they probably would find some way to make his ineptness endearing.

“this is the quadratic formula. did you understand this one when we went over it in class?” you ask.

“yes.” satoru responds, seething.

“okay, so if that’s the case, can you solve this problem for me?” you ask.

you slide the paper over to satoru, eyes hopeful, as you watch a blank expression spread over his face. it’s something that he does often, or at least in this setting from what you can tell of the total of two hours that have passed.

the entire session seems to be a lot of talking into the air – with him opting to listen to you explain the question rather than try it on his own or admit where exactly it is that he needs help.

you’re not surprised that he has an ego about getting forced to do remedial tutoring.

“you know, listening to explain it over and over again won’t really help. you have to be able to struggle your way through the question on your own.” you respond.

satoru gives you a shrug, before taking the paper into his own hands.

“this is bullshit. and i get that i have to like know this shit because like…societies and shit before me knew it all but i don’t really understand the point. coach is just making me do this bullshit to keep me from playing more.

you pinch your lips into a line. the algebra teacher and basketball coach, masamichi yagi, had, in confidence, told you the exact opposite. that satoru was bright and talented – on the road to where he wanted to go – but his grades were going to hold him back if he didn’t try harder.

you can still hear his words in your head.

he can be tough to work with when he’s frustrated, but just try to get through to him. he’s smart enough to do this.

“i mean, the past societies and stuff learned it and emphasize passing it on because it’s actually really relevant to what you’re doing right now.” you respond.

“yeah, maybe for nerd shit that you do, but it’s not really relevant to where i want to go.” satoru responds.

you roll your eyes. he didn’t have to be irritating about it.

“and where’s that?” you ask.

and in a split second, you see satoru smile for the first time, this close. you weren’t a stranger to him at all – almost no one was with the way the basketball team's pictures were plastered all over the school in the yearbook – but you had never sat so close to him before, at least not in years.

he a dimple on the right side and three freckles on the left.

“i’m going to be a starting point guard on an nba basketball team.” satoru whispers.

“you want to go pro?” you ask.

“hell yeah. it’s all i’ve ever wanted since i was a kid.”

you smile. you had heard it before – that he was electric on the court – but you didn’t realize that it was serious enough to pursue a basketball career.

“i hate to break it to you, but the quadratic formula will be really useful to you in the future.” you respond.

satoru scoffs. you take the board from him, drawing out the trajectory of the line, as he explains.

“the reason that you use the quadratic formula is to find the solution of the equation. it can actually tell you more than you think – about where something needs to be in space, how fast it needs to move. if you’re standing all the way at the end of the basketball court, as far away from the net as possible, you’re not going to shoot right?” you ask.

“obviously not.” satoru responds, sarcastically.

“and you’re not going to try from right underneath the net?”

“not if i want to get my ass beat by coach.”

“so you know that you have to find the right spot to try from because it’ll give you your best possible shot at getting it into the basket. that’s how the equation works – figuring out the best possible spot to where your solution works.”

satoru rolls his eyes at you.

“so?”

“so. you should think about it like that. don’t make it so abstract because it’s honestly way too boring to try to do it that way. finding applications will help you get through how difficult it is. if you want to get scouted for division one basketball, you have to have good grades.”

satoru clicks his tongue in his cheek.

“do you want me to do the quadratic formula in my head every time i make a shot?”

you roll your eyes.

“obviously not. but you have to admit that something like that would be helpful. and it is helpful, for people who do engineering, fly planes, all of that type of stuff. the application will just make it more interesting or relevant for you.” you respond.

“how do you get through it?” he asks.

you pause.

“what?”

“your application or whatever. to make you do it without getting bored.”

you can feel your cheeks burn.

“i actually don’t have one. i was just making that up.”

satoru’s eyes widen.

“you gave me a whole inspirational lecture with shit you pulled out of your ass?” satoru asks, eyes incredulous.

you note that there’s a whisper of a smile on his face.

“part of the job is motivating students! and i don’t have one because what i want to do actually does have no application to this..” you respond.

satoru nods, before leaning forward on the desk, his cheek in the palm of his hand as he smiles.

“so what do you want to do?” he asks.

“what?”

“in the future. i’d love to hear whatever it is that doesn’t have a real life application to math, so i can use it as a backup plan if this whole basketball thing doesn’t work out.”

you glare at him.

“this is a tutoring session, not social hour.”

“oh come on. you’re no fun. i promise i’ll actually try if you tell me.” satoru responds.

you debate lying.

you debate lying because you know this is how he is, because you’ve seen him do this since the second he had his growth spurt in the sixth grade. tell different girls that they’re pretty, flatter them by asking them personal questions, and flirt like it was the air he breathed.

and it makes you mad – only because you were that girl in seventh grade. giggling to yourself about how he said your braids were pretty, asking about if you were going to the dance, and everything in between.

the only reason that the girls who whispered about him in your english literature class annoy you is because they remind you of yourself. though that stopped dead in his tracks when you realized that it was something that he did with everyone.

satoru’s eyes are expectant, waiting for an answer, and you convince yourself later that night that it’s why you gave in and told him what you’ve never told anyone before. not because he really was attractive and charming – but only because he told you his first.

“scout’s honor you won’t tell?” you ask.

satoru signals with the little cross over his heart, before giving you a nod.

“i want to be a singer.” you respond.

satoru’s eyes widen.

“you’d be great for that!”

“what?”

“oh, come on. you’ve been the lead of every musical since like freshman year. and i remember that song you wrote about cheerleaders or whatever in sixth grade, it was really good.”

you widen your eyes.

“you remember that?” you ask.

“what was it called? i just remember it was like cheer captain and bleachers or something like that. mei mei got really mad at the time because she thought you were talking about her.”

you laugh.

“it was called you belong with me. there was a lyric in it, she’s cheer captain and i’m on the bleachers. and she was right to be mad, because it was about her. i can’t even believe you remember that.” you respond.

satoru smirks.

“do you just think i’m some asshole? we’ve gone to the same school since preschool. i like to think we’re friends – that’s why i picked you to be my tutor.” satoru responds.

you didn’t know that part. you had figured that yaga had just reached out to you because you were one of the top students in the class.

“i don’t know. i didn’t realize you remembered all that! i kind of thought you didn’t even know my name.” you respond.

satoru smiles.

“your name is y/n. you used to wear pigtail braids in first grade with ribbons in them. you’re really smart and you always have been. you went to the dance in seventh grade with that robotics nerd nanami kento. and one time you picked me for heads up seven up in fourth grade.” satoru responds.

you feel your cheeks warm up.

at the heat of your infatuation with satoru, you had made your move in the only way that you knew how – by picking him in heads up seven up.

once in a while, you would get to play the game in class – when it was someone's birthday or you were waiting for an assembly to start. the teacher would pick seven students and the rest would put their heads down at their desks, with their thumbs up. the people who were selected got to pick anyone they wanted in the room and tap on their head. if the people who were tapped were able to guess who picked them correctly, they got to switch in.

you picked satoru. and he guessed correctly.

“kind of had a big fat crush on you after that, if i’m not going to lie.” satoru jokes.

“what? over the heads up seven up?”

satoru nods.

“you picked me out of a room of forty people. i was ready to propose marriage.” satoru jokes.

you snort.

“don’t say that. i totally would have said yes. i obviously picked you for a reason.”

satoru looks up at you, eyes wide in something you can’t really place, before he grins at you brightly.

“you bitch! we could have been childhood sweethearts at this point if you weren’t such a chicken.”

“me? you should have made a move. the ball was in your court after i tapped on you in heads up seven up.”

satoru sighs.

“oh ten year old satoru. dropping the ball as always.”

you roll your eyes, before sliding the worksheet back over to him. satoru groans, before sneaking the paper closer to him, and scratching his head as he looks at the paper. you lean over the tiniest bit of the desk, trying to make a mess of his scribbling, and making sure he’s on the right path.

“why’d you pick that one as c?” you ask.

“was i not supposed to?”

“i mean, no. i just wanted to figure out why so you don’t do it next time.”

it goes like that for the rest of the hour. he tends to make silly mistakes or get hopelessly lost in the middle, but answers one question correctly by the end of the session – which he takes as a win.

he says one thing that sticks in your mind before he leaves, with the same expectant eyes waiting for an answer as he hangs off of the door frame.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“when you become a big famous singer, will you invite me to your first show?” satoru asks.

you smile, before looking down at your hands and twisting the silver rings on your fingers.

“if that happens, sure. only if you invite me to the first game where you get to start.” you respond.

satoru grins brightly, his eyes crinkling in the smile.

“i'm betting on it. you and me.”

three months into tutoring – and a few ice cream cones and movies here and there – satoru invites you to go to a party with him.

“you know, i’m not really into the party scene, satoru.” you respond.

“but you’re into me, because i’m the love of your life, so you should come anyways.”

satoru does that often. flirt, make jokes about how the two of you are meant to be, and everything in between. troy and gabriella because you’re a brainiac and he’s an athlete. the best love story, since you’ve liked each other from the start.

but you know that he’s joking, because he does that with everyone. it doesn’t mean that it isn’t nice to pretend that it’s true sometimes.

“look, mei mei has a bunch of drinks that her dad bought for the party, so you should just come and let loose.”

you widen your eyes.

“you know mei mei hates me right?”

“it’s okay, being around her will give you more material to write for your songs. then you can sing it on your sold out world tour.” satoru jokes.

he also does that often. talk about your dream like it’s most certainly going to come true. talk about how he’s going to be front row, how you’re going to be the half-time show for his championship games, and how fans will adore your love story and humble backgrounds in tutoring.

“come on. i’ll pick you up at six, okay?”

at six pm, satoru honks the horn of his shitty honda civic for six minutes before you oblige and give in. and the party goes well – with satoru sticking by your side, introducing you to his best friend suguru, and making you do shots with cheap tequila.

it goes well until they start playing a mixed version of truth or dare and spin the bottle. you have two options when the bottle lands on you – kissing the person who span it or getting a truth or dare from them.

it’s not your idea of fun. because while you would have easily opted for just being asked truthful questions all night, you realize that the stuff that they ask and insinuate is no joke.

and after an hour, satoru kisses suguru – much to suguru’s dismay – and shoko gets dared to prank call her ex-girlfriend, utahime, which goes insanely horrible. it felt like intruding to listen to the two of them argue so openly on the phone.

when mei mei spins the bottle, it lands on you.

“please don’t try to kiss me.”

you pinch your lips in a line.

“i wasn’t planning on it. i’ll do truth.”

she breaths a dramatic sigh of relief. you shoot satoru a smile, who shakes it off as plain joking, before you swallow hard.

“fuck, marry, kill. satoru, suguru, and choso.”

you feel your eyes widen.

“was the game not kiss, marry, kill?” you respond.

“if we’re in the sixth grade.” mei mei responds.

you fidget with your fingers in your lap, all three of them expectantly looking at you, as you feel your voice shake.

“um. marry satoru. and then i guess…i’ll kill choso? and you know the last one.” you respond.

“and i thought we were friends.” choso responds, voice dripping with sarcasm as the group of them snicker.

“we can go do that right now, that’s not a problem. should we switch the game to seven minutes in heaven?” suguru responds, snickering over his shoulder with shoko who doesn’t entertain one second of his nonsense.

satoru is the only one who doesn’t say anything. and they move on just as fast, spinning the bottle over and over again, while you overthink what just happened – how awkward you were being, how satoru slightly shifted away from you on the hard carpet, and how you very desperately want to go home.

when you spin the bottle, you hope to god it doesn’t land on him. but it’s just your luck, because it points directly at suguru, who is now very smugly seated next to satoru.

“are you going to kiss me?” suguru asks.

you know that he’s joking. you know deep down that this is just something that makes them laugh, that deep down, you wouldn’t really have to if you didn’t want to, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing to be cornered like this.

“no.” you respond.

suguru feigns hurt.

“why not?”

you look down at your hands.

“i’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“i can fix that.” suguru responds.

you shake your head. and in the split second that passes, you can feel satoru’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you down the stairs and out the door, and leading you down the street to where he parked his car.

he’s quiet as he rummages in his pockets for his key, angrily yanking on the door, as you stand on the pavement.

“come on. we’re going home.” he responds, leaning his hands on the open door as he gestures for you to move to the passengers side.

you shake your head, feeling hot burning tears in your eyes, as you look at him.

“are you mad at me or something?” you ask.

“what?”

“i don’t know! i didn’t know what to say when mei mei asked me that. i don’t ever want to offend you or hurt your feelings or anything. and i wasn’t going to kiss your friend, you didn’t have to drag me out of there like that because i wasn’t even going to consider it.”

satoru sighs, leaning his cheek against the window, as he gives you a halfhearted smile.

“i’m not mad at you. or what you said.”

“okay, because i thought that was the best option! marry is objectively the option you save for the best person in the options because that’s the person you have to kiss too. like when you marry someone you obviously have to kiss them and you’re not going to kill them, so you save it for the best.” you respond, rambling.

satoru grins.

“you think i’m the best option?”

you groan.

“shut up. i don’t even know choso. and suguru is…suguru. no.”

satoru smiles, walking away from the open door, before reaching for your wrists and squeezing hard.

“i’m not mad at you. i just got…annoyed back there for a second.” satoru murmurs.

“at?”

satoru tries to stifle his sigh.

“i didn’t want suguru to kiss you.” satoru responds.

“that makes two of us, genius.” you respond, earning you a laugh from him.

“i wanted it to land on me. i know it’s just a game, but really. i wanted it to be me.” satoru murmurs.

you laugh.

“okay, satoru. truth or dare. i can give you one right now.” you respond, giving him a peachy smile as you wait for him to respond.

but he doesn’t. because all you see in the dim lamplight of the street is satoru, frowning at you. his eyes are expectant, but not waiting for an answer this time – but for you to understand what he was trying to say.

that he wanted you to kiss him.

it takes you five seconds. five seconds of bright blue eyes to get it.

“oh.” you respond.

you pause.

“really?” you whisper.

satoru shrugs. almost like he’s embarrassed.

you lift your hands, gesturing for him to wait right there, as you duck into the car from the door that he opened, and reach over the seats for the water bottle that you left in there a few days ago.

“fuck, ow.” you whisper.

“are you okay?” satoru asks, leaning closer to peek his head through the door.

“yeah. yeah. just looking for something.”

you find it underneath the seat – a wrinkled mess of plastic from the heat and three sips of lukewarm water left. you push out of the car, holding up the little bottle in between the two of you, to which satoru gives you a confused look.

“i wouldn’t drink that.” satoru responds.

you shake your head, before crouching to the ground, and placing the bottle on the ground. you gesture for satoru to join you, the two of you hunching over with your heads pressed together. and you reach forward and spin the bottle, only for it to point towards the car.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you murmur.

you readjust the bottle, manually pointing it towards satoru, as you look back up at him and give him a smile.

“i don’t get it.” satoru responds.

“it landed on you.” you respond.

you watch satoru’s throat bob.

“what?” he whispers.

“i spun. it landed on you.” you respond.

you swear he’s blushing in the moonlight.

“y/n.”

“are you going to kiss me, satoru?” you whisper.

it’s a split second before satoru reaches forward, pulling you up by the wrists, and yanking you into the backseat of his car to do just that. you can taste the remnants of the cheap tequila on his lips, the feeling warm in your chest as he smiles – no, laughs – into the kiss.

in the seconds that pass, you lean your forehead against satoru’s, the two of you lightly panting as you catch your breaths – his hands warm on your waist and yours underneath his biceps.

“did you really pick me out of everyone to be your math tutor?” you whisper.

satoru laughs.

“i knew what i wanted. and i got her.” satoru whispers.

you get signed on to a record label a year later, two months before you graduate high school. it breaks your heart to leave him behind when the fall comes around.

four years later

“did the tour bus get stalled?” you ask.

yuki looks up from her clipboard, switching off the little knob on her earpiece, as she takes the open seat next to you.

“yeah. they’ve got it stuck inside the fencing outside the stadium, they’re just trying to push it through now.” yuki responds.

“can’t we just walk out to the car?” you ask.

yuki shakes her head again.

“fans go out the same way. if you want to avoid getting mobbed on the way out here, it’s best to wait.” yuki responds.

“if we have to wait, i’m just going to go lie down in the dressing room. come get me when it’s here?” you ask.

yuki gives you a nod as you walk off to the other side of the stadium, the heels of your feet aching from the high stiletto boots you were wearing breaking halfway through the performance, as you shake through the messy tresses of your hair.

“it was so nice to meet you, man. you said she was over this way?”

you feel your eyes widen as you turn your head to the left – to the voice that you can recognize anywhere – and feel a dry patch in your throat. at the sight of satoru, an obscenely tall version of satoru, standing three feet away from you, talking to one of the members of your crew.

you watch as satoru gives a polite smile and walks down the way towards your dressing room, already six whole paces in front of you from how long his legs are now, as you follow behind him, wiping away the darkness of smudged makeup under your eyes and brushing down the beads of your dress.

it can’t be him, can it? you desperately wished there was something else to wear besides the bedazzled bodysuit you were wearing currently.

you watch as satoru knocks on your door, expectantly waiting for a response at the door, as he wipes his hands against the sides of his pants. and you walk up right behind him, nervously clearing your throat, as he turns around and gives you a wide smile.

“ah. right, hi! i was just looking for you. my name is…”

“satoru.” you finish.

there was no way he thought you actually forgot him, did he?

satoru unclenches his shoulders, an immediate pang of relief spreading through his face, as he gives you a smile – a dimple on the right and three freckles on the left – as you feel a pang of hurt in your chest.

he looks good. he looks even better than you left him, his striking white hair longer than it was before and the smallest amount of wrinkles around his eyes.

“you remember.” satoru responds.

you bite on the inside of your cheek, to stop yourself from smiling at him fully.

“do you just think i’m some asshole? we’ve gone to the same school since preschool.” you respond.

satoru rolls his eyes at the words – the same ones he said years prior – as he crosses his hands over his chest. and you can’t help but contain your excitement and lean forward, a gesture he returns as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and squeeze hard.

“satoru, oh my fucking god. you should have told me you were coming.” you respond, leaning back as he reaches up to cup the side of your cheek and smile down at you.

“how could i?” he asks.

“you could text me. i have a phone.” you joke.

satoru gives you a smile.

“you know, when you change your number, that means i can’t text you.”

you groan, smacking your palm against your forehead.

“shit. i totally forgot. i was just so stressed out at the time because…”

“because someone leaked your phone number and people were calling you at every hour of the day. i know.”

you feel your chest pang, mainly at the fact that satoru was here – that he thought you forgot him and, in earnest, you really had forgotten him. that he was keeping tabs, that he knew everything that you were up to in the years since you separated – from your phone number getting leaked to the fact that you were performing tonight – and you couldn’t say the same.

you frown.

“right. i’m sorry, i meant to give it to you, i just…”

“were going through a lot at the time. first world tour, six grammy nominations, and some friends who weren’t the greatest, i gathered.”

you sigh.

“you don’t know the half of it.” you respond.

satoru shakes his head.

“i mean, i do. but i’d love to hear it from you, if…if you ever wanted to tell me?” satoru asks.

he has that same look in his eyes. timid, expectant eyes, shy and waiting for an answer.

“of course i would want to tell you.” you whisper.

satoru smiles.

“good. i’d love to hear it.” satoru responds.

it doesn’t feel real. it doesn’t feel real that four year ago satoru kissed you in the moonlight on a horribly paved street, that you had to leave him behind on that same cobblestone four years ago, and now he’s standing in front of you – the two of you the same as before, satoru the same, maybe even better, than the way you left him.

“what are you doing here, satoru?” you ask.

he smiles, before reaching into his pocket, and pulling out two little pieces of paper. he hands them over to you, as you read the fine print.

July 19th

San Francisco Golden State Warriors versus Los Angeles Lakers

“i’m the starting point guard for an nba basketball team. i promised you an invite to my first game.” he murmurs.

you press the tickets close to your chest, as you give him a nod.

“y/n. the tour bus is here!” yuki screams at the end of the hall, frantic hands waving you over, as you turn back to satoru with a pinched look.

he smiles in response.

“don’t worry. i’ll see you in a week.” he responds.

the week that follows is agonizing.

you scavenge every corner of the internet to find out everything about him known to the public. where he lives, what he’s been up to, what team he plays for.

he’s the starting point guard for the lakers, his hometown team for where he’s lived for the past four years. it seems that he had made his escape from the suburbs around the same time that you had, by playing division one basketball at the university of southern california, before getting a straight bid into the nba.

he’s the youngest starting point guard in history. he’s broken his own all time record multiple times and was one of the youngest people to get signed on with the league.

he likes to cook. suguru made his way onto the team with him. the two of them are a dynamic duo – famous for their hilarious interviews. he’s a father. he adopted two kids that lived in his neighborhood after their dad tragically passed away – megumi and tsumiki.

and most of all, he’s the same as you left him. because in every interview you watch, you hear the same thing.

“satoru, which artist is on your pregame playlist?”

“if you could go to any concert, which would it be?”

“who do you dream to collaborate with in the future?”

it’s the same answer every time.

y/n l/n, of course.

you can hear his voice in your head already.

i knew what i wanted. and i got her.

the stadium is an overstimulating amount of loud – something exacerbated by how nervous you are – as you walk down the steps to the court, stomach erupting into a nervous mess of butterflies.

satoru gifted you courtside seats to the opening game. and if he was going to follow suit like he always did, his kids would be sitting right next to you, dead center to watch him play.

you catch sight of his white tufts of hair at the center of the court, fans in the stands excitedly pointing at him practicing free throws with his teammates, and snapping pictures. you see a group of girls in his jersey giggling at the side, zooming in to take photos and loudly talking about how hot he looked when he pushed his hair back with a headband during the game.

girls on twitter loved the headband. it seemed that among most things, one thing never changed – how much people adored satoru.

as you get closer to the lights, you can tell that people notice your attendance, hushed whispers and pointed fingers at you as you make your way down to the waxed court, your shoes clicking on the wood, as you walk over to your seat.

you hope satoru doesn’t think it’s too forward that you decided to wear his jersey – with his last name spelled out on the back – as you take a seat.

you wipe your sweaty hands on the pleats of your white tennis skirt, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on your hands, as one of satoru’s teammates eyes widen at the sight of you, before they all but run over to smack him across the shoulder.

satoru looks over at you, giving you a soft smile, as he drops the ball and starts making strides over to where you’re sitting. you can feel your cheeks burning as you stand up, waiting for him to fully approach and he does the same thing he used to – wrapping his hands around your wrists as he leans forward, the smallest sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“i’d hug you, but i’m a little gross right now, brainiac.” he murmurs.

you shake your head.

“no problem. these are nice seats.”

he smiles.

“i’d let you bring a friend, but i had to save –”

“the other two tickets for your kids. megumi and tsumiki. they’re your neighbor's kids, who you adopted after their dad passed away.” you finish.

satoru widens his eyes, before poking his tongue in the side of his cheek, and giving you a grin.

“did your research, did you?”

you shrug.

“i did. but i’d love to hear about it, if you’ll tell me...” you respond.

satoru laughs.

“tsumiki is a really big fan. megumi doesn’t believe me when i said that you and i used to date, but he doesn’t believe anything i say anyways. they’re my favorite people in the world. and i love to make dad jokes.” satoru responds.

you smile. of course he does.

“i’m excited to meet them. i’ll give tsumiki a whole personal concert. signed cds or vinyls, whatever you want.” you state.

“i’d withhold that for now. i think she’s going to have a heart attack from excitement all at once when she realizes daddy is dating her idol.”

you feel like you’re in high school. you feel like it’s thursday after lunch and satoru’s walking you to class, making jokes about how the two of you are going to end up together. saying you’re troy and gabriella, about how no one will understand each other like you, about how you’re going to be at the halftime show performance at his championship game.

“one last thing.” satoru states.

“what’s that?”

he reaches into the pocket of his shorts, procuring a set of blue earplugs and placing them in the palm of your hand.

“i remember you hate how loud it can get. and this is going to be ten times worse than our shitty school gym, so wear these.” satoru states.

you can’t help but frown at the thoughtfulness, looking back up at the bright smile he’s giving you, before squeezing his hand. satoru leans forward and pinches the softness of your cheek, before running back to the center of the court and practicing with the team.

you can tell that some of them are jeering at him – giggling behind him as he shoots from different parts of the court, and you memorize the permanent smile that seems to be etched on to his face. suguru gives you a wave, before blowing you a kiss, which earns him a hard shove from satoru on the court.

two months later, the two of you follow the same routine. satoru travels around the country for his games. you do the same for your tours – and whenever the cities overlap, which coincidentally every week they almost do – the two of you get dinner, eat breakfast. he insists on sleeping on his couch so you can take his bed, but you convince him to stay and just share.

satoru says the overlap is fate. you tell him that he’s ridiculous. he says that it has to be fate – that you have to be meant to be, because you get back into it just as quickly as the two of you fell into it.

satoru tells you that he’s proud of you. your fans post videos of him at your shows – bright smiles on his face as he sings along to all of the words of your songs. you decide to surprise him at the third show he comes to, by singing his favorite song – you belong with me. you both joke about how mei mei is pissed wherever she is.

you tell satoru that you’re proud of him too. you watch every game courtside and really, are just in awe of him as you are when you were seventeen, blue paint splattered on your cheeks as you cheer him on – the muffled sounds of the crowd in your ears. you always carry three pairs of ear plugs, the extra two for megumi and tsumiki.

you think you love him. you think you always will. you realize that no one was ever going to have your heart like he did.

satoru has a home game in los angeles in late august. and his manager invites you to the afterparty two minutes away from the stadium, your transportation arranged with megumi and tsumiki.

you think they’re adorable. you think satoru is the best dad.

at a whopping seven years old, tsumiki reminds you of satoru. full of energy and light, she talks a hundred words per minute. the second you walk into the afterparty, you watch as she beelines to the big group of people, suguru quickly picking her up as she starts chattering loudly.

megumi’s the opposite. a little shy for his age, you swear that he squeezes your hand harder as you stand at the doorway of the crowded room. and true to satoru’s words – he really didn’t believe that you and satoru used to be friends, let alone date, but states that it must be because satoru did some black magic on you.

he makes jokes like that all the time.

“you okay?” you ask.

“yeah. have you seen my dad?” he asks.

you frown.

“no.”

megumi gives you a halfhearted sigh.

“okay.”

megumi gets nervous. the only people he feels comfortable around are satoru and tsumiki.

“you know, your dad never changes. he used to do this to me all the time too.” you state.

“do what?”

“drag me to parties. it’s not really my scene.”

megumi smiles.

“really?”

you nod.

“i wouldn’t even know most of the people there. one time he took me to the birthday party of a girl who literally hated me.”

megumi laughs.

“of course he did. some romantic he makes himself out to be. but really, i don’t care. i just hate waiting for tsumiki to come back.” megumi states.

you smile in response.

“well, how about we wait in the kitchen? there’ll be less people there.”

you tug megumi along to the kitchen, quickly lifting him to sit on the counter, as you rummage through the fridge – trying to catch your breath from whatever alternate universe you’re living in.

you’re in satoru’s house, with all of his friends. his kids seem to like you. he scored the most points out of the game, including the winning shot with six seconds left on the scoreboard. you have no idea where he is or what you’re doing right now or –

“hi.”

you slam the door shut, only to find suguru getou towering over you, with a smile on his face.

“hi.” you respond, reaching up to tuck the hair behind your ears as you take a step back.

“it’s been a long time, girl scout.”

you try to stifle your sigh.

“sure has been.” you respond.

“satoru’s really keen on hiding you away.”

you awkwardly nod, twisting the silver rings on your hands, as you give him a smile.

“we’re just getting to know each other, that's all.” you respond.

suguru widens his eyes.

“what is there to find out? you’ve known each other since you were toddlers.” suguru responds.

you shrug.

“i don’t know. a lot of time has passed.” you murmur.

suguru pinches his eyes shut, in frustration.

“you’d think that would make the two of you more eager.” he responds.

“what do you mean?”

“if it were me, if i felt the way the two of you obviously do, then i’d get a move on. i’d be unable to contain it.”

you glare.

“you don’t know how we feel. and there’s a lot on the line here.”

suguru crosses his arms over his chest.

“do you like him?” suguru asks.

“what?”

“because he loves you. basketball has always been his dream, but even more so when he realized that it would be a reason to talk to you again. he’s listened to all of your albums the second they came out, seen you perform every time you came around these parts, and cursed the hell out of every movie star asshole who has talked shit about you publicly or hurt your feelings.” suguru responds.

you sigh.

“i’ll ask you again. do you like him? because he. loves. you. you make him so nervous that he won’t make the first move, just like he wouldn’t when you were sixteen.”

“of course i do. i –”

“do i need to threaten to kiss you again?” suguru asks.

it’s right at that second that satoru parades into the kitchen and you can tell from the way that he yanks suguru back by the year that he only heard the very end of the conversation.

“that joke doesn’t get any funnier the fifth time you say it.” satoru seethes.

“get a move on before i do, dumbass.” suguru responds, giving satoru one last shove before walking off.

you don’t have time to think about his words, but one thought crosses your mind – that suguru might have been so insistent at that party all of those years ago, because he knew it would push something forward between the two of you.

he sure had a strange way of being a wingman.

at the sight of satoru, megumi’s holding his little hands out – something satoru obliges to as he picks him up – before turning over to face you.

“do you want me to kill him?” he asks.

you smile.

“i know he’s just kidding.” you respond.

satoru rolls his eyes.

“i was kind of hoping you would say yes.”

“did you used to date suguru too?” megumi asks.

you widen your eyes.

“absolutely not. just your dad, no one else.” you respond.

“god megumi, that’s not just something that you can ask someone.” tsumiki murmurs, padding into the kitchen with pink cheeks, as she wraps her arm around your leg.

you return the affection, reaching down to push her bangs away from her forehead, as you look back at satoru. he stares a little too long, before looking over at megumi and whispering.

“can you and tsumiki take a walk real quick?”

megumi gives him a nod as satoru sets him down, the two of them walking away hand in hand to the other side of the room, as satoru turns back to you, reaching forward to wrap his hands around your wrists.

“hey.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“did you enjoy the game?”

“sure did. tsumiki and i shared rainbow airheads. and megumi gave me a really big hug after you won, which almost made me cry.” you respond.

“i’ll say. i almost cried when i saw all three of you hugging on the jumbotron.”

you lean forward, pressing yourself against his chest, as you link your arms together behind his back. you can hear suguru’s words racing through your mind – if it were me i wouldn’t be able to contain it, do you like him? because he loves you – and it makes your skin burn.

“hey. you okay?” satoru asks.

you say the only thing that you can think of.

“yeah. i’m just…really happy..” you whisper.

satoru pinches your cheek.

“me too.” he responds.

“ever since i left, my life has changed, so drastically, so quickly. i went from being a girl from a small suburb in new york to being someone that…that a lot of people knew about. wanted to know about. sometimes this stuff makes me feel like i’m not really that person anymore.”

you pause.

“but every time you look at me i can…i do feel like that again. like someone who was in high school, who hated school dances, and did the morning announcements. someone who loved you. who was with you.”

you sigh.

“no one’s ever had me like you. i don’t know if you’re joking when you say it, but it really is fate. you really are….are my soulmate or my invisible string or whatever. you…you’re it for me.”

satoru lets go of your wrists, before reaching for the closest cupboard and reaching for a bottle, and placing it flat on the floor. he’s crouching on his knees, your chest so full of love you can barely stomach it, as he gestures for you to crouch on the floor close to him, his cheeks pink in the light.

you watch as he spins the bottle, only for it to miss and land on the fridge.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” satoru responds.

he reaches forward, twisting the bottle so it faces you, before looking at you expectantly. the same way he looked every other time – waiting for you to tell him what your dream job was, waiting for you to kiss him, and now waiting for you to confess for a second time.

“are you going to kiss me, y/n?”

you whisper it against his lips.

“guess what?”

“what?”

“i knew what i wanted. and i got him.”

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laviechuchu · 1 month ago

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Omfgffggff I js found u through the nerd guy fic and I'm obsessed!!!

Ik we are all not so sane here so,,,

If I can request a silly rebellious reader and stepdad punishing the reader for hanging out with good for nothing guy friends with skimpy outfits

:3 Thanks!!! ( You don't need to do ... this is straight up crazy ik lol )

Author’s note: AHH HELLOOO IM SO HAPPY!!! AND OFC SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT!

Content below: use of y/n, AFAB reader, brat taming, punishment, use of nicknames such as babygirl, pet, cheating?, stepcest, minor writing smut, bratty reader, cigars, reader is 18+, dubcon.

Proceed to read..

“Ugh i told you, pick me up tomorrow. My stepdad is coming and i wanna act long enough so i can take some money from him. Then you and cain and me can have some fun! You bring the alcohol!” You giggle as you lay down in your very pink and girly room. The teddy bear your stepfather gave you for your birthday just slumping onto your pillows

You giggle as your best friend starts to ramble about how fun tomorrow will be and starts to ask the real questions “your stepdad is hot! Not gonna lie, i mean! Hes a silver fox!” She squeals as you gag “yuck no! Live with him for a day and you’ll see how controlling and bossy he is” you mumble.

The laptop was still on video call as you roll around on your bed. You sigh as suddenly you hear a doorbell “shit! Be right back!” You yell and slam your laptop closed.

Your feet scramble to the door and open the wood separating you and your money machine.

“Daddy! Welcome home” you giggle and hug him. Ugh disgusting…he smells like his cologne and smoke. He looks at you with disinterest and lets out a low hum. His eyes looking at your perked nipples from your lack of bra.

“Have you been studying? As i told you? I gave you two weeks” he says, pulling away from the hug. What the fuck? Does he have a stick up his ass or something?

Oh yeah about that “ah… yup!” You say with a lopsided grin, batting your eyelashes at the older man. He seems to see right through you but you dont really care, all you need is a few hours and his money and then you can meet your friends-

“Yeah? Ill be testing you tonight.” He says bluntly and starts to head to the kitchen to get dinner for himself.

“Well… im heading out cain and nicole” you say, a little more happily then you mean to. He takes out a cigar and looks at you dead in the eyes. “No.” He states bluntly “wearing a skirt that short? Thigh highs? And what is this..” he comes closer to you your chest almost just almost reaching his. He pinches at your left nipple “a flimsy piece of cloth, that you little ones call a top.”

You yelp and cover your chest “why the hell were you looking?”

“Im your father, and you are not going out like that, with your so called boyfriend who only wants you for your body” he states. Grabbing the back of your top like a cat would.

He goes to his office and throws you on the chair and locks the door

“Question one, look at the fucking paper. A, B, C or D?” He loosens his tie and undoes his pants. Sitting you on his lap “the faster you finish the faster ill let you go” he says putting his cigar down.

“Fuck! I dont know? B?” You say, you feel something warm against your cunt. You unconsciously grind on the feeling “bad girl” he says as he pulls your panties aside and shoves the tip inside. You feel the slight burn and you tear up. Sick motherfucker is gonna rape you?

He grabs your waist and shoves everything inside in one go. No lube no nothing. Just raw fucking cock.

You yell and cry “fuck you! You sick piece of shit” you attempt to get off his lap when he pushes you on your chest. His heavy balls against your clit.

“Its okay babygirl.. you dont need to use your smooth brain anymore” he whispers in your ear. Slowly moving in and out of you “you can be my personal pet from now on” his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit. You moan gently, your eyes tearing up at the smell of your stepdad the one you used to love but now.. you’re not sure anymore

“Daddy…d-daddy” you mumble dumbly, his cock slipping in and out of you. Your feet barely touch the floor “im sorry baby, this is your punishment” he says before his pace becomes faster and faster. You squeal and try to hold on to him. Your pussy squelches and pulses. Your ass connecting to his hips.

“D-daddy!” You cry. The swirls on your clit becoming faster yet precise “becoming a dumb little girl already? Poor thing… must have been so pent up” he coos, your brain is turning into mush as your legs shake from the pounding. Your cunny fluttering around him, be groans “ah fuck…”

His hand that was once on your clit, now on your nipple. Tweaking them just painful enough for you to keep your sanity in check. “Need a new piercing on your nipples now. Maybe my initials?” He teases.

“I-im gonna cum” you manage to mumble out. The wet skin slapping is making your brain fuzzy “daddy.. i need your cum” you say your tongue lolling out, awaiting his tongue.

He smirks at your now dumb form and gives a few more thrusts but pulls out at the last second.

“Maybe after you get the questions right” he says his gentle smile making you feel warmer.

(SORRY THIS IS BAD ILL WORK ON IT BETTER SOON ENOUGH, I WAS MEANT TO PUT THIS IS DRAFTS BUT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT)

#yandere male x reader #yandere oc smut #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader smut #yandere oc x reader smut #yandere smut #yandere stepdad

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polarisjisung · 1 year ago

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PROM DATE

synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why

wc: 1.1k

pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: like one cuss word maybe

notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark

Insane.

To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.

His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.

"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.

"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.

You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.

"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat

"okay okay I got it"

He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly

"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.

"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.

Cute

"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance

You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe

Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt

"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight

"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.

"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name

"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet

Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details

"Come on, you know what people are like"

"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"

He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for

"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"

Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.

He heard you, that was for sure.

"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.

"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"

"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking

"I don't want a date if its not you"

Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink

"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance

"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his

"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"

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sleepy3012 · 22 days ago

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A Welcome To Raven Brooks Fan Fic: A Creepy Encounter with Otto Kinander

Summary: Nicky has been taken and the boys need to get him back.

For: @limoks-blogs

Nicky and the boys, Delroy, Ivan, and Enzo walk towards the forest.

"Y..y..you think this is a good idea? Enzo asked in fear

"Yeah why are we here anyways?" Asks Delroy

"We are he because Trinity is busy and needs our help." Nicky sighs

"Well we couldv'e just went to my place and yk....play around?" Said Ivan

"I agree with him." Delroy says

"Hey were here!" Nicky states

They made it in the middle of the forest..but there are no traps, no cults, No NOTHING?

"Its quiet ..." Enzo whispers

"TO Quiet" Delroy speaks louder

"Come on guys theres no danger" says

Nicky runs forward not knowing thst there is danger up ahead.

"NICKY WAIT!" Enzo screams

But it was to late, the trap setted on and it took Nicky with it on the tree. The boys run over to Nicky trying to untie the ropes.

"GUYS GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Nicky screams

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE WERE DOING?! Delroy screamed back

Just then they heard a gun shot, at first they stop and then go back to tring to un free Nicky then they heard it again

BANG BANG

Those were gun shots, From Mr. Otto, and he was running towards the kids! As he got closer they all scaterd into the bushes.

Except for one person, Nicky.

"Well Well, what a catch I have?"Otto chuckled

"Let me go!" Nicky screamed

"Now now, no need to yell how about we have a nice talk?" Otto said

"NO YOU, JUST LET ME GO!"

The boys watched in fear, as Otto untied Nicky and tied him again, as he dragged him into his house.

The kids just kneled there in disbelief, what were they going to do now?

"So What now?" Enzo asked

"Lets go home"

Delroy said as he walked away, but was stoped by Ivan.

"We can't just leave Nicky with that freak!" Ivan said

"I don't give a shit, that man took my dogs body and painted it in color as a memory am not finna go in there just to sae Nicky." Delroy barked back. (Not literly😭)

Ivan gave Delroy puppy eyes and begged on his knee's to save his friend. Delroy rolled his eyes.

"Fine whatever" Delroy said anoyed

"Guys I don't want to go in" Enzo said terified

"Come on Enzo...you wouldn't let Trinity down would you? She'd be sooo sad" Ivan said back

Enzo stood there thinking, if he went inside he and his friends probubly would not make it out alive, or he could finaly get a chance with Trinity.

"I'M IN!" Enzo said excidedntly

"Okay u two nerds lets go" Delroy said

Meanwhile inside Otto's house....

"LET ME GO YOU BASTERD!" Nicky screamed

"Oh shut it you, you and your little friends should have never wandered in those woods." Otoo said taking a sip of his tea

"Can at least have some of that tea?" Asked Nicky

"Sure kiddo" Otto replied

With that Otto went to the kitchen to get some tea until he looked out his window to see the kids trying to climb a tree into his house.

"What In Hell's tarnation our those kids doin?!" Otto said

Otto steped outside to take a good look at the kids and screamed out to them

"Get your little tails away from my house!"

Otto's scream made the kids fall off the tree, and then he went back inside to give Nicky his tea

"Thanks" Nicky said

"No pb, now do you want to know a secret?" Otto asked

"S..s..sure?" Nicky replied

"Well, you know about the " Geust" in other words what You may call it crow face right?"

Nicky just noded

"My boss was thinking of putting you and your friends in our cult." Otto said

"What thats stupid, also we wouldn't join you creeps." Nicky said

"I don't think you and your friends are going to have a choice about that on-"

before Otto could finish He felt something hit his head and he passed out. The boys had made it in.

"Guys your here!" Nicky said

"Yeah and you own me a bag of chips dude" Delroy said

"Yeah yeah now lets get out of here" Ivan replied

They ran and ra untio they got to Nicky's house, Nicky's parents wern't home yet so it was perfect timing.

They all layed on Nicky's room floor, all of them trying to catch their breaths.

"Lets not ever listen to Trinity or ever get close to Mr. Otto, EVER." Nicky said still catching his breath

Everyone just nodded in responce, but what came up to Nicky's head was what Otto said

Would they ever end up joining to cult?

Or was Crow Face just messing with their heads?

#otto kinander #hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #enzo esposito #Delroy #maritza esposito #the cult #trinity bales #ivan torre #nicky roth

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theladybarnes · 2 years ago

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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER SEVEN

“I don't care about Tina or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom's not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!”

▸ summary: its the waiting game, and promises are made ▸ characters: steve harrington, ft. scoops troop ▸ word count: 7k ▸ warnings: angst, violence, semi-fluff, ▸ series masterlist

The group quickly turned into chaotic madness the further down the elevator began to descend underground.

The girls hadn’t stopped screaming, Dustin was gripping onto your arm so hard you were worried there might be more bruises on you. And now Steve decided to join in on the noise pollution after he finally came to terms with what was happening.

Oddly enough, the crippling fear building up inside of you didn’t allow you to scream. It just made you shakily gasp for air as you looked around the room.

“SHIT! SHIT!” Dustin screeched. The shrill sound of his screams nearly bursting your eardrum. He let you go in order to roughly push past you and go over towards the buttons. Making you fall back against the wall, barely able to grip onto the surface to keep yourself up.

“We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve screamed next, as if the group was not aware. Robin, who had a prime spot of clinging onto the crate wall, couldn’t help but speak up with a response fit to your liking.

“Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

“Why don’t these buttons work?!”

You turned at Dustin’s high pitch and made your way over to the box. Gripping onto his shoulders so you could keep yourself steady and lean over to try and press any button that could stop. But like before nothing happened and you could feel the fear shoot a pain into your chest.

Were you having a heart attack?

“Move it, lady!” Erica cried, shoving her way in. Again you find yourself falling back against the crate of boxes behind you. “Press the button!” she yelled, but all that does is cause her to create a fight with Dustin again.

“Come on, press something! JUST PRESS THE BUTTON!” screamed Steve. You managed to pull yourself up in time to catch the sight of his red face as he began to jump in an impatient panic.

The whirling sound of the wind picked up faster for just a second before the elevator suddenly came to a hard halt. Leaving no one left standing on their feet. At the stop, you crashed forward, landing on your knees and hands.

“My groin.” Steve groaned out. “It fell on my groin.” His voice slightly cracked a bit. “DUSTIN! Get this off of me!”

“Is everyone okay?” Robin called out after a second of everyone trying to pick themselves up.

You tried to do the same. Barely able to get up on your knees as you stare wide at the room. The very small and enclosed room that you guys are now trapped in. Presumably trapped by evil Russians who have created an elevator that goes down to the depths of hell.

Okay wasn’t quite the word you’d use.

“Yeah, I’m great, now that I know that Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve cried out sarcastically. He angrily moved Dustin aside as he tried to punch at the box again. Robin got up from her spot, gently placing a hand on your shoulder to see if you were okay before Steve distracted her with his attempt.

“I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work.” she pointed out walking towards him.

“They’re buttons! They have to do SOMETHING!”

“Yeah, if we had a keycard.”

“A what?” he asked out of breath.

“It’s an electronic lock.” she said, walking over to the box. “Same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate, meaning–”

“We’re stuck in here.” Dustin finished.

STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR.

This was great. Why is the room becoming so hot? Why is the air not going inside your lungs? You bring a hand up to your chest, feeling the raging speed that your heart is beating at. “Guys?” you whispered, not being able to find your voice. But the others couldn’t hear you as they continued into hysterics.

“Just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s, and Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.”

Erica’s clear attempt to scare the group into getting her home only caused Steve to break down even further as he raged out a response.

“I don’t care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

“Dead?” you squeaked.

Erica's ears perked up the sound of your voice now and peeked over her shoulder to look down at you still kneeling on the floor. Dustin mentioned something about climbing out but your heartbeat and breathing only turned louder. You fell forward again and gasped loudly for air.

“She doesn’t look too good.” Erica said slowly, stepping back to give you space.

“Holy shit. Are you okay?” Robin asked, taking a step forward. Steve was barely a second behind her, shoving Robin out of the way as he kneeled before you. His hand reached out to cup your cheek, bringing your gaze up to see the look of worry on his face.

“What’s going on? Are you hurt?” he panicked, eyes scanning across your face and body for anything he might visually see that was wrong.

“I can’t breathe!” you gasped, hands raising up to your throat.

“She can’t breathe! Dustin she can’t breathe!” Steve cried out, pushing away the hair from your face. “Everyone just step back!”

“Obviously she’s breathing enough to respond back.” Dustin clarified, leaning forward to peer closer. “She’s just having a panic attack.”

“No no no.” Steve said softly, ignoring the others around him. Despite the lack of air being the problem, he pulled you close enough so that he was able to rest his forehead with yours. “Breathe with me,” he urged. “Just like me.” You nodded your head, trying your best to follow the way he blew the air in and out of him. It oddly worked for a few seconds before your mind caught up. Releasing all the panic it had been building up.

“Oh my God, Steve. We’re trapped in here.”

“I know,” he sighed, silently relaxed that you were seemingly normal.

“We’re all gonna be stuck in this little box until the Russians find us.”

“We’ll figure a way out.” he reassured.

“If they find us they’ll kill us.”

“They won’t.” he said, moving to grip at your hands.

“How do you know?”

“Because I won’t let them.”

You pulled back a bit to look over at his face. With his look of determination, you want to believe that he’s right. That there’s maybe a chance.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

The rational part of you is yelling out that it was a false hope to place your trust in Steve. Not when you guys were trapped this deep underground in the mall. But saying that at all wouldn’t be the best for anyone here. So you slowly nodded your head again, watching as Steve let out another sigh of relief before he pulled back. The others shuffled awkwardly around you two. Not quite used to seeing a type of affection between you guys.

“Let’s check out the roof. Get an idea of where we’re at, okay?” Steve suggested next, helping pull you off the floor. Your legs felt wobbly and you had to grip onto the wall again before you found your footing.

The two boys climbed up first, grunting a bit as they pushed through the box on top. After that you followed after them, choosing only to peek your head out. “Shit.” you hissed, looking up above the elevator. Steve seemed to be on the same page, hands on his hips as he stared in the same direction.

“What were you saying about climbing?”

It’s hours later and you found yourself slumped between both the kids. Some time ago the two had grown sleepy and for some reason decided that your side was where they were most comfortable. Either that or they thought your shoulders to be quite the good headrests. Still, you managed to catch a good few hours of sleep until the unbearable heat of their bodies woke you up.

“Are you seriously trying that again?”

“Do you have any better ideas?”

You peeked over from the wall to find Robin and Steve at the buttons again. Both taking turns in what they thought might be the perfect combination to get the elevator working again. Moving out from your spot, you carefully placed both kids to rest on each other before joining the two.

“I’m guessing no luck?” you asked softly, moving to peek in.

“We’re stuck.” Robin sighed defeatedly. “I-I can’t look at this thing anymore.”

Placing a hand on her shoulder, you point out where the kids were sleeping. “Take a minute to rest your eyes. It’s my turn, okay?” She pursed her lips a bit but nodded her head anyway as she made her way over. You watched as she slumped down against the wall until she was sat on the floor. Wrapping her arms around her legs as she leaned forward to rest against her knees.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked now that the two of you had some sort of privacy. “Scared the shit out of me earlier.”

“Scared myself, honestly.” You started, moving a hand up to your head. “I’m not even sure what happened. I never freak out that way.” Feeling around the back, you pulled out one of the bobby pins that helped pick up pieces of your hair before you moved towards the smaller square where the card got swiped.

Steve caught on to what you were doing closely and moved to the buttons. Trying to work in tandem to your picking attempt.

“I just saw you gasping for air and it just brought this cold chill down my back. Couldn’t just stand there and watch.” He said, pressing at the ‘open door’. The sweat on his face had gotten worse from hours ago and you could tell he was red with how stressed out he looked.

“Well, you did great. Managed to calm me down.” When he didn’t respond to that, you couldn’t help but reach out and place your hand on his arm. Trying to get his attention for a moment and stop his fingers from pushing roughly against the buttons. His lips were pouted and from this angle you could tell he was upset about something. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry.” He said suddenly.

“Sorry? For helping me?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry that you had a panic attack.” He finally spared you a glance, looking only briefly before his eyes flickered back to the box. “All because I got us trapped down here.” Growing frustrated with the situation again he harshly flipped at the small door to the box, moving to the side so he could lean against the wall. “We all..we all wouldn’t be screwed if I didn’t just listen to you and stop this.”

You couldn’t help but frown at his words. This wasn’t at all the way you wanted the conversation to go. But considering the amount of time the group has been stuck here, you figured this was something that must have been building up inside of Steve the whole time.

“Us choosing to do this isn’t at all your fault, Steve.”

“But had we just listened to you–”

“If you guys listened to me, we’d probably be unaware of all this crazy underground crap that was right under our noses.”

He rubbed his hands over his face, still frustrated. “But that’s just it. We’d at least be unaware of the dangers we’re heading to. I’d be in scoops with Robin, having a nice day. You’d be off doing something fun and Dustin and Erica would be with their friends. All of us safe. Not stuck here.”

A small part of you is jealous that his plans of being out of here don’t exactly include you. Because if he had asked you where you thought you’d guys be, it’d be back up in Scoops, with you and him conning customers into getting the worst flavors while Robin and Dustin were off doing nerdy stuff in the back. But maybe that’s not what he wanted. So you bit down on that feeling and instead reached out to pull his hands away from his face. Needing to help get rid of some of the stress that was still very evident.

“What happened to you saying you’d figure a way out?”

“That was four hours ago,” he sighed. “Back when I had more hope and hadn’t tried to properly get this elevator working.”

You checked over your shoulders to look back at the others. They were all thankfully asleep now and unaware of the conversion. Moving closer, you cupped the sides of Steve’s face, rubbing the pad of your thumbs gently at the apple of his cheeks before you leaned in to press a kiss against his forehead. His eyes slipped close as he enjoyed the attention you were giving him.

There was so much pressure he was unfairly putting on himself. Regardless if he had changed his mind about venturing into the storage room. Dustin and Robin would have tried to figure out a way in themselves. With or without his help. If they did this without him, they’d still be just as stuck.

“Well, you’ve got another pair of eyes and hands to help figure things out.” you pointed out. Letting go of his face, you ignore the pout on his lips as you reach for the small door over the buttons, opening it back up. “Now, why don’t you do me a favor and rest up for a minute?”

“But what about you?”

You glanced over to shoot him a small smile. “I’m going to try and see if I can crack this thing while everyone is asleep. I work better when it’s quiet anyway.”

“And you won’t need me? I wanna help you.”

“You’ve helped me enough. An hour of rest for you wouldn’t hurt, Harrington.” you bring a hand up to gently brush along the line of his jaw. “Lord knows you need your beauty sleep.” you smirked, watching as a small smile fought its way on his face.

He looked over at the others, watching them for a second before he leaned over to pull you in. His lips pressed against yours gently in a sweet kiss, making you nearly forget all the doom that’s lurking in the corner. “One hour,” he said softly, a final peck as he pulled away. “Just one hour and then you get me up again.”

“You got it, Sailor.”

He briefly gave you an annoyed look as he allowed himself to slide down the floor. Choosing to rest close to your side. Finally, you could look over everything with no one pushing or interrupting your attempts.

“God,” Steve huffed from below. “Couldn’t the Russians invest in comfortable floors for their elevators?”

You chuckled a bit, glancing down to see him on his back trying to adjust into a good position. Reaching for the zipper of your hoodie, you shed off the material quickly before tossing it down to him. “Here. Use this as a pillow, your highness.”

Steve picked his head up to look at the fabric on his chest. Making an amused cooing noise as he balled it up. It wasn’t until he had it underneath his head that he finally realized something, looking back up at you with a hard stare.

“What?” You asked, confused. Looking down at your body, you frown at what could possibly be the reason why he was so focused on your body. Other than your regular shorts and uniform, nothing was off.

He huffed out a small, frustrated, sigh before he pointed over to your body with his hand. “I’m thinking about how unlucky of a bastard do I have to be to be stuck in an elevator with you in that and not be able to do anything.”

“Is that what we’re focusing on right now?”

“It’s all I’m thinking about now.”

“Steve, it’s just a bathing suit.”

“This is your lifeguard uniform. The same one you’ve hidden away from me for weeks in all its red glory.”

“You’ve literally seen me in less.” you frowned trying to figure out what the big deal was. But Steve shook his head, turning his body to give you his back as he faced the wall. Mumbling to himself low enough that the only thing you could only hear was something about you not taking his dreams away.

“One hour.” He warned a moment later.

“One hour.” you laughed softly, ignoring his final huff.

It was hours later. And unfortunately, things did not change for the group. Other than the rest of the group waking up to the new day, things were still the same.

Despite some of the rest divided amongst the teens, you three were not able to figure out anything new. And morale was slowly getting down on all of you the further into the new day you guys got.

“When you showed me the bobby pin, I actually had a glimmer of hope.” Robin sighed. “But it’s literally just scratching at this thing. How the hell do they work these things on tv?”

You nodded your head, slumped against the wall as you waited for her to give you another go. “I know they’re fictional, but I had hoped they were onto something real in Charlie’s Angels.”

Somewhere on the roof the two boys were talking loudly. Making you wonder if you’d have to go up and remind them how someone could hear them here. That is, until you remembered none of you had any idea where here was.

Robin suddenly stopped her fiddling to look over her shoulder. Looking across the room with narrowed eyes before she spoke up. “Can you redirect your stream please?”

You cover up your face with your hands, trying your best not to think about what she could mean. Even though you’re pretty damn sure. At this point, you were going to lose your mind again.

CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK

The two of you jumped at the sudden noise and turned to look behind at Erica. She had been going through the boxes just a couple of moments ago but must have thought to check out what was inside it. Banging it against a metal barrel in hopes to possibly crack it.

“Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful!” Robin said as she dashed over in time to take it away from Erica. You moved over to join over at her other side, curious as to what would make the kid try and open it anyway. “We don’t even know what that is.”

Erica stared up at Robin with a frown. “Exactly! It could be useful.”

“Useful how?”

“We could survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water, it will die.”

Robin stared down at the canister before she glanced at Erica again. “I hate to break it to you, but this is not water.”

“No, but it’s a liquid,” Erica countered. “And if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.”

“While you’re right about us needing to drink water soon, I highly doubt any scientist would insist we drink a mysterious green goo that looks like hair gel.”

Erica crossed her arms over her chest. “Then just what do you suggest we do?”

“Keep trying to find a way out.” You shrugged.

Robin looked very tired of the conversation before she perked up to something. You watched her walk up to the elevator doors and press the side of her face against it.

“Shit.” she hissed. Looking at you worried before she made her way to climbing up the roof. You quickly gather Erica to follow after Robin. You’re about to join her when you notice the state of the elevator.

“Crap!” you whispered, pushing the carts around to rest against the wall. Hopefully whoever was going to come in would not inspect everything to a detail and would be okay with your fast pick up.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve hissed, peeking his head through the rooftop. You waved him off, placing one last box on the cart before the sounds of a cart stopped perked in your ears.

“C’mon, c’mon!” Steve urged, reaching a hand out for you. Holding on tight, you quickly climbed up onto the roof with the help of Steve and Robin as they grabbed you up in time to place the small door closed. The sound of the elevator doors opened up and you let out a small breath before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to the two of them.

Down below two men entered the room. One quickly got to work to gather the boxes they needed while the other surveyed the room. Looking around suspiciously before he spoke out to his partner. You can’t help but wonder what suspicion arose that he’d stop in place.

Steve looked over at the group, holding a finger up to his lips while the two men finished their job. His gaze stopped over at Erica, staring down at the canister in her hands before he watched the men quickly leave the room. “Give me that.” he whispered to her.

It’s mere seconds later that the storage cart they drove in was started up again, giving you guys only one chance to make your exit.

Steve took charge by opening up the roof door as quietly as he could, watching for the right time before he quickly dropped down below. In a jaw dropping maneuver, he made it just in time to use the canister to act as a block before the doors could close all the way.

“Let’s go!” he urged, turning around to you guys.

Both you and Robin both helped the kids down first, tossing Erica’s backpack before helping the girl go under the tight space first. After that was Dustin, followed by Robin, then you, and lastly Steve.

The sound of glass cracking made you gasp as you watched the canister begin to break apart under the weight of the door. Steve was barely half way through when he seemed to notice as well.

“Come on, Steve, let’s go!” Robin called out, looking worried.

You kneeled beside her, holding in your breath until Steve finally made it through the other side. He slid over onto his side, just in time to watch with you guys as the weight finally pushed hard enough to crack the glass down. Spilling the mysterious ooze all over the ground.

The vapor and sizzling noise instinctively made you reach out for Steve, dragging him away from the spill until you felt he was a safe enough distance. A timely thing to do considering the ooze began to eat at the cement.

"Are you okay? Did any get on you?” you panicked, looking over his exposed arms and legs. He reached up for your hand, giving you a relieved sigh before nodding his head. The rest of you leaned in close to look at the bright liquid as it made its way further down.

To your left, Robin turned over to look at Erica, slight amusement in her voice. “You still wanna drink that?”

“Holy Mother of God.”

The four of you quickly turned to see what Dustin had been reacting to. To your dismay, the only other way out from the small area was one very, very, very long tunnel. Lit up only with cool blue lights, that eerily brought a chill up your spine.

“A way out is a way out, right?” you said softly, trying to keep your own spirits up.

Steve nodded his head in agreement, moving his hand to squeeze at your shoulder affectionately. “Well, hope you guys are in good shape.” Moving to take the lead, he brushed past the others. “Looking at you, roast beef.” he said to Dustin with a pat.

He only strode a few steps forward while the rest of you seemed to brace yourselves.

“Let’s go, come on.” he said, waving the rest of you down. You gently laid a hand to Dustin’s back, pushing him lightly to get moving. He couldn’t help but reach out for you, confusion on his face.

“Why me?”

The long walk down the tunnel seemed to give the group a chance to stretch out the legs they had been cramping in the elevator. But after a while, things seemed to take an annoying turn. Like when Dustin and Steve began to move the conversations to more useless topics. Like the conventional structure of the whole base.

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive.”

“What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard. There’s no stairs, there’s no exit, there’s just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.”

“I think we’re in hell, Steve.” you sighed, trying to keep the headache that was fighting to come through away. “Besides, I highly doubt these guys give a crap about regulations.”

“I agree. They’re commies.” Erica chimed in. “You don’t pay people, they cut corners.”

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking.” Robin tried to point out. “I mean, think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo.”

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery.” Dustin said, joining in with Robin.

“And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser.”

“You think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?”

“Poison, Steve?” you asked, a bit shocked. “You mean to tell me you think that thing that ate through the floor is poison?”

“She’s right. I very seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison.” Dustin sided with you, making you feel a little bit better about the other day when he was still off from the blow up. “It’s gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.”

“What the hell is promethium?” Steve asked.

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components?” Robin answered simply. You couldn’t help but frown in confusion. What the hell were these guys talking about?

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.” Erica gagged. Her brash words made you giggle a bit, considering the theatrics behind it. She gave you an odd look before Steve quickly interjected.

“No, no, no. NO, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerd, all right?”

“Sorry, Erica. He needs to remind everyone he’s the coolest one in the tunnel.” you smirked, watching as Steve gave you an exasperated look.

“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked, hands on his hips. It slowly turned your smirk into a grin.

Erica turned around to glare up at Steve. “The only cool person here is her,” she said pointing to you. “And that’s because she’s a) not talking like a nerd and b) not bothering me.” The rest of the group all cast a glance at you. Forcing you to coolly shrug at the sudden cool contest.

Steve couldn’t help but pout a bit at her reply. Making Robin amused from the other end of the line. “Why so sensitive, Harrington?” she teased. “Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?”

“No, I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.”

“Promethium.” Dustin corrected quickly. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something.”

“Like a nuclear weapon?”

“Totally.”

That seemed to stump you for a moment. What if that ooze was a form of liquid hot enough to help power up some sort of electrical power? Why didn’t you pay for that stupid Chemistry tutor when your parents offered to help raise your grade?

“A nuclear weapon does seem more like the Communist route.” you sighed defeatedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That’s great.” Steve said sarcastically. “That’d be great.”

“Hope you didn’t plan on having kids.” you said offhandedly. You watched as a weird sort of shock spread over his face. For some reason, the joke didn’t feel too funny to you after a second when you realized what you were implying. Did you just sort of ask Steve if he wanted kids in a way? Was something he’d be interested in? Did you want kids?..Did you want kids with Ste-

“But if they’re building something, why here?” Robin asked, pulling you and Steve out of the weird staring contest you had accidentally fallen into. “I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it.”

Robin and Erica continued to walk forward. Missing the way you, Steve, and Dustin came to slowly realize what the real reason the Russians could be there in the first place.

“You guys think the Russians know?” Steve said quickly.

“About–”

“They could.”

“So it’s connected?”

“Maybe..”

“How?”

“Exactly! Didn’t El..take care of everything?”

“She did.”

“But it is possible.”

The three of you are so huddled close in talking that you almost forgot about the two girls ahead of you guys. It’s not until Robin turned that she called out to you guys with an annoyed tone. “I’m sorry, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

All of you shared a knowing look with each other. The events that happened over the course of two years were supposed to be kept secret. Something you guys were forced to sign away the rights of speaking of. But as of right now, with the current situation, you guys might have to break the rules.

The sound of the static coming through on the radio put a pause on the entire conversation as you all gathered together to listen in on the message.The familiar droning voice of the man came through, albeit the same words, it was more clear now considering how close to the source you guys must be.

“It’s the code.” Robin confirmed.

“Wherever the broadcast is coming from–”

“It’s close.” She finished for Dustin. “And if there’s one thing we know about that signal..”

“It can reach the surface.”

She gave an approved smile before signaling for everyone to get up. “Let’s go.”

Something dipped in the pit of your stomach. If you guys were getting closer, that meant getting closer to what could be a whole underground base full of these guys. And while you had been calmer about things this whole time, you couldn’t help but feel a panic run through you again.

“Trouble,” Steve whispered, reaching for your hand. He waited until the others were a few steps ahead before pulling you close. “I need you to make a promise with me right now.”

You were a bit confused at his sudden seriousness, but nodded your head anyway. “Anything.”

“We don’t know what we could be heading into..meaning that if things go south..” The words almost died on his lips as he tried to form together what he wanted to say. “..We have to be prepared for what could happen.”

“..right.” you said, not quite following along.

“If we get hurt or..worse..the kids come first.” he said plainly. “To a point, the three of us know what we’re up against. But they’re kids, they just have to get out first.”

It only took you a quick second to realize what Steve was implying. And unfortunately, you couldn’t help but feel he was right. As much as the fear ran through you, the idea of anything bad happening to Dustin or Erica was enough to keep that fear at bay. Glancing down the hall, you made sure they weren’t too far down before you pulled Steve close enough that you could wrap your arms around him in a hug.

He was quick to reach out and pull you tighter against him. Seeming to need the hug as well. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, seeking comfort in each other’s closeness before you pulled back enough to look up at him. “These aren't monsters, Steve. They’re humans. Fire isn’t going to drive them away. They’ll kill us or..worse. If they got you or even Robin..I don’t know how I’d be able to live with myself.”

“Don’t think about it like that.” he sighed, reaching up to cup at the side of your face. “Think of it as whatever happens, the other keeps the kids out of harm's reach. We don’t look back.”

"Not even if it’s you they take?”

“No. Not even if it’s me.”

“I wouldn’t-” you said feeling a little choked up. Every time you’ve fought along Steve’s side, you always willingly took the risk to have his back. “I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d try to find a way to help.” you continued.

“And you could help. By getting out of here.”

You pulled back to look into his eyes, noting the seriousness again. It hurt to think just the other day you were both safe in your room. With Steve beside you reassuring how things would be alright and ending the night on promises of a better day. But there was no going back to that now. No matter how hard you wished for it.

Down the hall were the sounds of Dustin calling each of your names. Making you both look at each other with sad accepted smiles.

“Okay,” you whispered. “I promise.”

By some miracle, the group is able to get through the rest of the way undetected. With dozens of Russian guards and workers, you’re shocked that not one of them has seen any of you by now. Steve managed to lead everyone as stealthily as he could, peering over his shoulder now and then to check that everyone was still behind him.

“Okay, clear, come on, let’s go.” he said, turning down another winding hall.

“Okay, that was close.” Robin said, sounding slightly panicked.

“Too close.” Dustin concurred.

“Relax.” Steve reminded them, though from his stuff back, you could tell he was just as stressed. “Relax. Nobody saw–” The words died off instantly and the rest of you turned the corner. All of you were instantly shocked by the sheer size of the hidden base.

“Shit!” Steve quickly ducked to the right while the rest of you scrambled behind him. “Jesus!” he hissed, taking a glance over his shoulder.

“Red Dawn.” Dustin said, trying to get a peak out.

“The movie with Patrick Swayze?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“I saw it!” Erica gasped. “First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?” Steve whispered back confused.

“The comms room.”

“You saw the Comms room?” He asked, sounding perplexed. You leaned forward again to try and see what exactly Erica was able to see so quickly but pulled back when you noticed another trio of guards passing by.

“This kid sees with twenty-twenty vision.” you mumbled bitterly. How did she manage to see that so fast?

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” she said over to Dustin. “The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things.” he exhaled, slightly disappointed. But the others seemed to be more on the hopeful side. Robin nodded over at you before she turned to Steve.

“I’ll take those odds.”

Steve, who was still slightly taken back, glanced at you, waiting for the last seal of approval on the next move. “I’m with them.” you agreed, knowing that this was the only choice you guys had next.

With a sigh, Steve peeked out again, figuring out which way he wanted to lead the group before he finally answered back. “All right.” he whispered. “We’re gonna move fast, we’re gonna stay low. Okay?”

One by one each of you followed after him. You willing to stay near the back to keep watch of the kids kept things feeling a little safer although slightly more chilling for you. But like always, Steve was quick, and calculated. And the group managed to get closer than ever.

It’s only a heartbeat when the door to the room beeped open, allowing one of the Russians scientists to make an exit and give you guys the chance to make a dash for the door before it closed.

“Sh,sh. Come on.” Steve whispered, making sure all of you got inside before he gently closed the door. What he doesn’t notice is all of you frozen in place when you realized that the room wasn’t as empty as you guys thought.

A very sweaty, and just as shocked Russian guard quickly turned around to face the lot of you. The soft sound of another Russian voice whispered into the room while you guys had a stare off. That is until the guard began to reach for the gun at his side.

“действовать осторожно! (Tread lightly!)” Robin said suddenly, holding her hand out. The guard does in fact stop at her outburst, but only because he became more shocked.

“действовать осторожно! (Tread lightly!)” she said again, but with more conviction. You prayed to God that among the few things about Robin Buckley, theater was one of her other many past hobbies.

“кто ты? (Who are you?)” said the confused man.

“серебряный кот..серебряный кот. (Silver cat..silver cat.)” she said slowly, doing some sort of motion with her back.

“Я не понимаю. (I don’t understand.)”

“Китай? (China?)”

Finally the guard had enough of Robin’s random knowledge of Russian words and reached out for the gun again. But before you could even think to call out for a plea, Steve released a guttural scream, shooting himself away from the door and ramming into the guard.

All of you gasped at the sight before moving to get out of his way as he began to fight against the man.

He’s strong enough to throw Steve off of him, sending him to fall back against the control board. But when he attempted to throw a swing, that’s when Steve’s agility came in like usual and he missed the hit. He ducked back, falling a bit in the process and gave the guard a chance to reach out now and grab him by the collar.

There’s a moment you’re worried about jumping in to help when he throws Steve onto one of the desks. But Steve is still so fast, and he used the back of his elbow to hit the man in the gut. Sending the guard to fall back in time for Steve to grab onto one of the phones on the desk and use it to slam against the side of the guard’s face.

He again fell back, but this time with the side of the table giving a final blow to the side of his head. In a matter of seconds the guard is knocked out and on the ground.

You watched in awe as Steve ran a hand through his now messy hair, panting as he tried to collect himself after the fight. The sight alone sent a shiver down your spine, only seeing this kind of intensity from Steve in..different circumstances.

“Dude!” Dustin called out. “You did it! You won a fight!”

Steve, while still tired, couldn’t help but break out in a boyish smirk. Chuckling a bit while he still caught his breath. You couldn’t help but make your way over, checking over his person for any cuts or bruises. “I’m so hot for you right now.” you whispered, unashamed as you pushed back some of the hair away from his face.

“Is that what we’re focusing on right now?” he teased, reaching out for your hand to gently place onto the front of his chest. The fast beating of his heart is slightly concerning, but his smirk says otherwise.

“It’s all I’m thinking about now.”

He opened up his mouth to say something else when Dustin and Erica’s bickering pulled you two away from the small moment.

“Have a picnic?” Erica exclaimed. “We came here for the radio.”

“This plan is way better. If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would’ve been our plan in the first place.”

The two of you instantly go to the kids' sides, trying to pry them from getting into a tussle. “Guys, calm down. We can still send a signal and use the keycard to leave on the hellevator.”

“Nice pun.” Steve nodded before looking down to the two kids. “We should head out anyway before one of his friends comes.”

Dustin was in the bit of another rebuttal when Robin interrupted. “Guys!” All of you turned to find her at the foot of the stairs leading up to another room in the building. “There’s something up there.”

Quickly, you guys follow her back up, entering into the brightly lit room to see what it was she had found. You and Dustin made your way to one of the door windows and peered out to the sudden commotion that could be heard. Steve approached behind you, resting his hand on the expanse of your back as he took a look for himself.

“Holy shit.” Dustin said, his hand reaching out to grip at your wrist.

Instantly your stomach dropped at the sight. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. The Russians weren’t sneaking in the green ooze for any sort of nuclear weapon. No, what they were sneaking it in for was to use to power up a machine.

One powerful enough to open up the gate again.

A/N: Shoutout to anyone who gets the skz reference. But! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Because the next one is gonna be full of delicious angst. 🩷

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x female reader #stranger things fanfic #violence #angst #fluff #cb

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almostvermin · 2 months ago

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uuuuh my tablet is basically overheating bc ive been drawing so hard for the call boy fan mv (WHICH I CANT WORK ON UNTIL NEXT WEEKEND FUCK MY STUPID BAKA LIFE) so. throws some incomprehesible sekai oc scribbles at you plus elboration

a little explaination of how the gacha system ive made up works. so bc i have 3 people in one unit (sunken starlight) plus 6 people in another (unnamed orchestra) (yes thats their unit name theres a reason okay) and 3 in the third unit (whihc i havent created yet but its gonna be a nightcord-esque thing) heres how the systems gonna work

4*, 4*, 3*, 2*. the orchestra guys will have 3 ocs at a time plus a vs. all cards are hakolims and mixed events can have any previous mixed card OR initial card (every character will have an initial 4*, which doesnt give you an outfit or hairstyle bc its their regular unit one).

also it'll go sunken starlight, unnamed orchestra, mix, [yet to exist], unnamed orchestra, mix

this is not a real game thats being made i am not that good at coding nor do i have that much dedication

okay so this one is for dami1. rockstar set i think. idk if you can see all that well but in the corner its called 2 to overcome our past resentment. basic summary:

erynn is pissed that damien and siobahnn keep "teaming up against her" when in reality her ideas are just shit

damien overreacts. bc its damien and his ego is fragile. so stops talking to erynn altogether.

so now erynn is sad and siobahnn is going to get to the bottom of this no matter what but damien doesn tknow that

damiens mother (who. has a l2d!!! yay for npcs) is like "kid you are acting weird and lonely again dont tell me your new friends dumped you" and ehs like. nooo.... i maybe dumped them.... and shes like talk to them goddamit. but he doesnt want to

he remembers he has a secret pocket dimension he can go to and goes there. but siobahnn is already there (TOTALLY NOT running those lyrics for the untitled track past len). she talks to damien in the sekai and explains how erynn is a little bit depressed bc she really wanted to make amends!! adn sehs really scared she came across accusatorially

damien tells her not to speak for erynn and she can find him herself. and siobahnn, poor social anixiety ridden girl she is, summons all the courage she has to tell him "WELL IM YOUR FRIEND TOO AND YOU GOTTA COME BACK BC WE MISS YOU >:(" except she whispers it rlly fast bc shes so scared of him still

and damiens like. oh. okay. i will. and yay forever!!

next day. siobahnn summons all the courage she has. and gives the lyrics to damien when he comes back like "REALLY SORRY I LIKED THE SONG THAT TAKES US TO A POCKET DIMENSION WITH MEIKO AND LEN IN IT I MADE US LYRICS FOR IT ITS OKAY IF YOU HATE THEM AND ALSO ME" then hides behind erynn despite being a full five inches taller than her.

and damien loves them and untitled track has lyrics :D and that is the commision song for the event

but yeah the cards themselves. damien has the. emo red spikey guitar like any proper secret nerd who thinks in python with emotional attatchment and anger issues. also he dyed just the roots of his hair black (LIKE ERYNN AND ATTICUS) and cut it short. and he has a red leather jacket and black ripped jeans and spikey earrings because hes EMO and its NOT A PhASE (the event disappears in a week sorry bestie) (this isnt. intended to poke fun at actual emo people but hes very much pop culture emo not actual subculture emo. he will be proper emo by the time im done w him though.) and siobahnn.. oh siobahnn... most egirl outfit youve ever seen. implied that damien picked it out for her.her hairs pretty much the same style as normal but in braids and shorter... i promise i;ll get more creative with the other ones but i dont want to randomly change her hair texture in between events and its not 4c or anything. the braids are more frayed on the right side and shorter too going to her ears rather than her shoulders on the other side.shes singing on stage in the trained btw. bc. her whole thing is that she WANT to be famous but shes not sure she can mentally deal w it ect vs damiens im not sure i have the talent to get there vs erynns can you two PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PLEASE (im going to have a luft-core event at some point where her shit gets rocked. watch out.) yay and the erynn 3* is her talking to siobahnn about damien and her trained isher on keytar for reasons (she learnt piano alongside atticus learning violin but refuses to do so bc its boring unless a keytar bc thats Fun and Cool) and the len 2* is him holding. a basse guitar. in a shirt with a bass fish on it. yeah. soryr.

AIGHT and here's atticus mixed 1. 4* atticus 4* siobahnn 3* erynn 2* ivy. ik yall dont know who atticus and ivy actually are but theyre besties atticus is erynns twin brother theyre both in the unnamed orchestra. okie dokie lessgo. the plot of the event is very simple:

atticus is a Funny Guy who tells Jokes and Silly Stories including one about erynn falling off the roof

this intruges siobahnn who asks him to elaborate. he gets this paniced look in his eyes and runs away

siobahnn now tracks down anyone who might knwo. first she goes to ivy whos like what the freak i dunno??? =so she goes to erynn which would be the easiest solution in the first place.

erynn says its all atticus's fault and to ask him to admit what he did

siobahnn is IN DEEP now and needs to know

basically long story short atticus locked erynn on the roof and she jumped off to get down (she was fine and thought it was funny but teases him about it to this day)

but i made it an assasin set for no reason. yes i gave atticus a side part. deal with it.theres like a big ass bloddstain on his back and more on his trousers bc its a formal fancy assasion set whereas siobahnn is having funsies stabbing people!! her hair is more. think frye onega grandfest

being dragged back to family matters so i cant elaborate further but yeag!!! THE LITTLE GUYS I LOVE EM... if it feels like siobahnn is my favourite youre wrong i just wanted to doodle her so you get events featuring her. shes also a master at pushing the plot forward but i ahve an event in mind where she breaks bc she cant keep being the only reasonable person and does something really impulsive (challenges the arata-esque guy to a duel) (she looses) (this becomes her crawl green iykwim)

@socks-wizard-money-gang <- if you wanted to read a bunch of bullshit

#actually yet to exist is a fun name i might use it #idk #i dont have anyone for it or a plot yet but i will be scheming and such while with family this week #ramblings #no image id #pjsk posting #sekai oc posting

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smolcuriouskitten · 9 months ago

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Rockelle was stuck in the past when the present was brighter. God it felt like when she was happy, something came up and smacked her in the face. It was getting harder to tune out Roxie's whispers, her anxiety was creeping up and her depression was beating her over the head. Everything was so loud and she couldnt concentrate.

The task she was doing fell on the back burner and just like that, she was out of it. Roxie's voice overtook her mind and swallowed it whole.

'He's just like Sebastian. He is cheating on you.'

'Nerds always get the most play. Have you seen the bimbos that approach him?'

'A Brainiac always knows all the ways around cheating. How do you think he surprised you that one year?'

Her hands were shaking and she dropped the glass she was using. It broke her out of Roxie's spells, her words now being replaced with cackles and degrading words about how stupid she was.

"Shit." Rockelle said, quickly rushing to clean it up. "Rocky are you okay? I heard a glass break." Sheldon sprints around the corner and she looks over at him with a dazed expression. "Y-yeah. Im...Im fine." She responds shortly, turning her attention to the glass on the ground. When she went to go pick it up, Sheldon put his hand on her shoulder. "You cant pick up broken glass with your hands, you will get a cut that way. I got it." He said, helping her up off the ground.

She kept the dazed expression on her face, not keeping eye contact with him. He looks at her confused, putting a finger under her chin to make her look at him. "Hey. Are you going to tell me whats going on with you?" He asks, Rockelle snapping out of it, looking up at him. "What? Oh...no no Im-" She starts then Sheldon shakes his head. "Dilated pupils, lack of eye contact, raised heart beat, tightened muscles, and your fists havent unclenched since I came into the room. Rockelle. Talk to me." He reassures, then Rockelle took a deep breath, fighting back tears.

"Have...have a seat. I will tell you why.." She said, Sheldon sitting in his spot with a raised brow. "Is it something I did?" He asks, Rockelle quickly shaking her head. "No no of course not. Its me. Its something going on with me." She quickly replied, sitting next to him, a soft sigh left her lips. It all started with...."

'Day 368 of Sebastian being gone.' I doodled in my notebook, letting out a sigh. I never knew relationships caused this much pain. We fell and love and got married two years ago and here I am. Alone. He left without telling me anything and what happened to him is still a mystery.

Social media was nonexistent, he barely used his phone, communicated most through letters. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack and it weighed on me heavily everyday. I battled with getting rid of his stuff or keeping it. What if he has family who may want it? What if he comes back for it? Too many things were going on in my head and they wouldnt shut up.

I couldnt wither away on my couch, praying that he comes back. Call me clueless or naïve but I really hoped he would come back. Greet me as if nothing happens so we could go back to normal again. Even if the normal was miserable. He didnt touch me much, always against the concept of hugs or kisses or even cuddling. I thought it would change with marriage but it didnt. Sex was nonexistent and it was always painful. I just laid there until he finished.

It didnt feel like we were married. It felt like we were just two people living in the same house. He was always wrapped up in his stupid letters and didnt show me any attention, no matter how much I dressed up or how much makeup I put on my face. We couldnt get a pet since in his words, 'he hated them.'

At times I wondered why I missed him so much. Grew to love him the way I did. Love was always unconditional when talking about family but love outside of family has always been painful? How is this any different? Marriage is meant to be a sign of love and appearance is everything. Who cares if it burns you everyday to wake up, knowing you fell in love with a thought, sweet words, or promises?

I thought back to the time when I first met Sebastian. Tall, supernatural like me, and charming. His words would have me floating on clouds and his sweet act had me in a chokehold. Maybe thats why I stayed. I thought I could get the man I fell in love with if I was just patient. Patience was key and if I pushed him, he might keep being this cold hallow man that replaced my husband.

My work alarm went off and I let out a sigh, putting the notebook down to get dressed for work. I swear if money wasnt an issue, I would stay on this couch and never leave. Heading out the door, I locked my home and went to work. Being a tailor and seamstress was never easy on me. My hands ached like hell when I came home and I would have to soak them in ice water for some relief. If I wasnt a witch, my hands would have been beyond repair.

Coming home after a long 12 hour shift, I noticed my door was unlocked. Strange, I remember locking this door. Pushing it open, I see 2 pairs of shoes by the door. Those loafers Sebastian always wore, fucker was too good for any other kind, then some random gymshoes. I didnt put these here and they sure as hell dont look like my shoes.

Then the noises started. Grunts, moans, whines and other lewd sounds came from upstairs. I lived alone so who in the fuck was in my house? Slowly creeping up the stairs, I listened for a moment to see if I could hear a name beyond all the noises and cries. "Sebastian! Right there!" No. No no no. I slowly opened my bedroom door, standing in the doorway at the sight.

Sebastian was on top of some other person whose face I couldnt see or make out. It was fairly dark in the room but I could make out the familiar smell of sulfur beyond the sex in the air. It was solidified when those red eyes looked over at me horrified and all I heard was ringing in my ears. I seen his mouth move but no noise left it, the other person's mouth opened wide into a scream but all I heard was the ringing. I was hot, hot all over, I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears.

All of these years. I waited and I was patient. Cried an unimaginable amount of tears, my heart shattered for this man, and I had to pick myself up to rebuild. He knew my trauma. My past abuse, what my ex husband did to me and my mother, all those stupid promises he made to me to keep me safe. He knew one of my triggers was cheating and lying. Maybe I was blind to all of his lies because of the silky voice he whispered into my ear. Maybe I was blind to the truth standing in front of me.

If I didnt regulate my emotions properly, he and this random person would have been a pile of dust in my room. Why did he chose to bring this dishonesty to me, in a home I was left alone in after he disappeared without a trace?! I went through the 7 stages of grief standing in that doorway and everything moved in slow motion. I could have been standing there for a minute but it felt like a decade. I cant let him get away with doing this to me. No, not after all that fucking pain he caused me for bringing his bullshit to my home after leaving me in a loveless marriage where I thought he was dead.

My feet moved on their own, I couldnt tell you how fast I was running or how I managed to get the bed out of the window with them in it, but I did. I saw red in that moment. With the bed and their filthy asses out of my house, I screamed and cursed. I didnt care how much my throat was burning, how my hands were filled with splinters from the shitty bedframe or how I even managed to lift a 300 pound bed. I could only focus on the person who caused me this pain and he was scrambling to put his clothes back on along with his partner.

We...no I lived on a public street at the time. Pedestrians were passing, cars were still driving by, everyone's life continued except mine. Some people briefly stopped to see what was going on, some pulling out their phones, others kept functioning as if nothing happened. The bed didnt hit anyone so beyond Sebastian and his new partner a world of embarrassment, they got out unscathed.

*PAUSE*

"Rockelle, how did you manage to throw a bed out of the window? With two people in it? How did it go through the insulation, brick wall, foundation, and window without any interruption?"

"Its called adrenaline mixed with witchy powers can surprise even the most of us. It didnt register at the time that I even did it so I dont even know how I did it."

"And wait...you were married before me? For 6 years?"

"Yes I was. I got married when I was 19."

"Sounds like statistically speaking, that marriage was bound to fail. Most marriages where both participants are below the age of-"

"Sheldon."

"Yes dear?"

"Can I finish my story?"

"Absolutely. I apologize for interrupting, that was just bothering me."

*PLAY*

With that, I got in trouble with the landlord for destroying their property. It was a heavy tab and I had to increase my already grueling work hours. I worked 60 hours a week and I was miserable. My friends, sister, and her boyfriend came by to try and cheer me up but I was in so much pain. I went to the courthouse to get the divorce paperwork but of course, they needed his signature for it to be finalized.

I was past the stage of sadness at this point, the only thing I felt was anger. I check the mailbox about a week later and I seen it was an invitation to Sebastians wedding. I wanted to burn the damn thing like how I did everything else that was his. I wanted to close the chapter in my life with him in it but I couldnt do that without that damn signature.

Despite how much everyone advised me it would be a lost cause and to just forge a signature, I couldnt do that and I wasnt risking jailtime for this fucker. So begrudgingly, I put on my best clothes and went in the name of getting the signature. As soon as I stepped into the building, he was on me like white on rice, immediately flirting despite his partner being only a few feet away.

He begged we work things out and begged we forget about this. Even at his wedding he was a piece of shit. I wanted to smack him across the face and storm out and never look back but I needed that DAMN signature. So I played along, sold him a dream of life we could have in order to restart it together but he needed to sign the divorce agreement. He agreed, gave me his phone number, signed the papers, and I came up with an excuse to leave.

I ripped the paper with his number up and went home, angry as all hell. Angry for his future partner having to deal with a scumbag like him. Angry for having to grin and bear the flirting in order to get this stupid signature. So when I got home, I got drunk. I got violently drunk, if I tell you how much wine I drank that night you wouldnt believe me.

It felt good to be free from this torture I endured for 6 years and I needed a way to give him a final middle finger. A cherry on the top. I wanted the world to hear how I felt about him and feel the pain he caused me. I stumbled upstairs, went to a recording studio I never got to use, and sang my heart out. This was the first song I ever released. Tears running down my face and holding the bottle of wine that I didnt finish drinking in my hand. I just sang into the mic with no regard for anything else.

At this point Rockelle was sobbing into Sheldon's chest, finally able to get the emotions out. "And...and thats why I fear relationships. I keep worrying about something happening and I want to prepare for it so I cant fully be vulnerable and I fear Im gonna mess this up and-" Sheldon gently moves her face from his chest and holds it.

"Hey. I am right here arent I?" He responds calmly, Rockelle sniffling and nodding. "B-But you might get sick of me and what if you cheat and-" Rockelle babbled again, Sheldon shushing her.

"I am not going anywhere. I wont get sick of you. I wont cheat or do anything that goes against your wishes. We have had each other this long, why would I leave? I am happy where I am. Arent you happy?" Sheldon responds, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. Rockelle could only bawl in response, plopping her face into his chest.

"I am happy! I am so fucking happy and it scares me that something will ruin it!" She sobs out and Sheldon rubs her back, just rocking her. "I know you like me based on how...how much you are letting me cry on you!" She hiccups and squeals, Sheldon cringes then shrugs. "Oh I love you so so much." He responds, scratching the back of her scalp.

@sheldoney @unsheldony

#i think too much; {drabbles}#brainiac and performer; {Sheldon and Rocky}#Back to back; {Past relationships}#dont pull it!; {triggers tag}

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miggukiie · 2 years ago

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Wanna know a seceret Babygirl??

Pair:Jungkook x you

Warning:Punishment Bathroom sex in the university,nerd(Jk),heartthrob(you),fingering,sucking dick,hard fuck,rough sex,dom jk,sub y/n, jk fuck yn hard,yn cum hard,Cumming inside

Genre:Smut(21+)

English isn't my native language.So,please pardon my mistakes of Grammer.

Today professor Choi was absent.All the students of the classroom are minding their own business. Some are laughing, playing, joking around but there is a boy minding his own business looking at a girl who she has a crush on.He has a crush on her since the day transferred here. She is Y/N campus heartthrob. The beauty queen of this school. The person who has a crush on her is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.The nerd of the campus. He has no friends because he is a nerd. But little did everyone know he is a nerd or not. Y/N is talking with her friends. Suddenly One of the professor's came and all the students sat on their sit respectively.

Professor:Hello, students.

Students:Hello, professor.

Professor:Professor choi is absent today so I will take today's class.Open the page no 234 and............

Time skip....

Professor:Okay, class its lunch time.All of you can go now.

Students:Yes, sir.

All the students packed their things and started to go out.

One of your friend call you

Friend:Hey, Y/n.We are going you can come.

Y/N:okay

Only you and Jungkook left now.Then you see jungkook and called him

Y/n:Hey, Jungkook

He looked at you

Jungkook:Y-yes.

Y/n:let's go.

Jungkook:where??

Y/n:For lunch pabo

Jungkook:O-oh, you go.Iam coming.

Y/n:No, you have to come with me.

Jungkook:what if someone say something to you?

Y/n:They will not.Now let's go. You pulled him and took him to the cafeteria.

Y/n:Hey, gurls.Jungkook is also joining with us.

All:ewww, the nerd is gonna joining with us??

Friend 1:Y/n, are you gone mad??

Jungkook looked down being embarrassed.

Y/n:Why?? What's the problem if he join with us??

Friend 3:Because he is a nerd Y/N!

Friend 2:Yeah, and looked his clothes, his clothes is so cheap.

Y/n:Enough!!! If you don't wanna eat then don't. I will eat with him.After that you pulled him in a bench.

Y/N:Iam sorry Jungkook. Because of me you have to hear this shit.

Jungkook:It's okay,Y/N.Iam used to it.

Suddenly the campus bad boy appeared.

John:Hey, babygirl. Hearing his voice Jungkook got mad.His eyes become dark but he did not showed it

Y/N:What are you doing here John

John:I just came here for you Y/N

Y/N:Leave me alone Jhon!!

Jhone noticed Jungkook and said

John:Why are you sitting with her nerd

Y/N:Cause I told him John and please mind your own business.Leave us alone.

John:Why babygirl?? Be mine, babygirl.I will make you feel pleasure.Y/N looked at Jungkook and saw him clenching his jaw seceretly. She knows that Jungkook had a crush on her. The way he look at her with love she can feel it.She also already love him. so, she thought to play along and see what can he do.

Y/N:Really?? And what can you do to make me feel please??

John:I can fuck you hard and make you scream my name all night babygirl

That's it.Now,Jungkook lost his control and punched John faceHe hold your wrist and pulled you from the seat. He took you the bathroom and sat you in the toilet. Then he kiss you harshly, you hurriedly reply his kiss.After sometimes, he pulled away.

Jungkook:Who told you to flirt with him huh!!

Y/N:Why??I can do anything. it's not like you are my boyfriend.

Jungkook:No, you are mine, only mine. To make you mine I can do anything for you anything.You got it.

Y/N:Then show me what can you do to make me yours

You smirked.

Jungkook:You want see Smirked

Y/N:Yeah

He kneeled down to your ear and whisper

Jungkook:Babygirl you became naughty. You need punishment and also for flirting with that jerk.

You pulled him to your face and said

Y/N:Punish me daddy. I need some lessons. you seductively said

Now he lost his control and rip your shirt.He started sucking your nipples hadshly massaging other nipple with his left hand

Y/N:mm...

Jungkook:Your boobs are so big, babygirl but they are only for me. Only I can have it.They are made for me only for me.

Then he pulled out and again kissed your lips. This time with pure loved. He softly and gently kiss you. He slowly moved towards your neck, leave a dark purple mark. You moaned,he looked up to see his creature. Seeing this he got satisfied. Again he kissed your lips.

Jungkook:You don't know how much I wait for this day.Now, I can't wait to fuck you hard untill you beg for me to stop. I will make you cum hard.

Y/n:Fuck me hard daddy. Make me cum hard.

Hearing this jungkook moved toward your panty, licked your clothed panty. You moaned softly. Then he pulled out panty and started fingering you roughly. Your breathe got hitched and you started to moaned loudly.

Jungkook:Moan loud honey, show the world who you belong to. You belong to me only me.

You began to moan loudly. He started to fingering you more roughly. He fastened his speed. You started to clenched his finger.

Y/N:Daddy gonna cum.

Jungkook:cum babygirl. Cum in my finger.

You cummed hard. He pulled out his finger and suck your cum that you spilled in his finger.

Jungkook:Now,stripped me.

You slowly began to open his shirt button looking at him seductively. After opening his shirt your eyes widened. You looked at his abs shamelessly. Curiously you asked

Y/N:You have abs?? we're not you are the nerd??

Jungkook:Babygirl, Do you wanna know a secret??

You nodded

Jungkook:Iam a gangster.

Your eyes got widened.

Y/N:Y-you what?

Jungkook:You heard it right baby. Now, start your job and opend my pent

You began to open his pent.His thick and big dick showed up angrily.Your eye gets bigger seeing his size.He chuckled seeing your face.

Jungkook:What happened, baby?

Y/n:You are so long and big daddy.Does it will fit me?

Jungkook:Yes, babygirl. It will fit you perfectly. Now, suck my cock.

You started to stroke his dick and took into your mouth slowly.He moaned slowly.You started to suck his dick. He pulled your hair in ponytail and pushed his dick into your mouth. He is fucking your mouth like a beast. You deep throat him.You clenched your mouth.He is now moaning hard. Then he cummed in your mouth and you swallowed it all. you open your mouth to showed him that you took his all cum perfectly. He chuckled and said

Jungkook:You did good babygirl.

He sat you to the toilet. He is now ready to put his dick. He put his dick into your pussy.Not giving you time to adjust he started to thrust into you roughly. First its was painful for you, after sometimes it became pleasure for you. Now you started to moaned hard.The way he makes you feel good you can't described this in word.The way he thrust into you harshly its makes your mind blank.

Jungkook:Baby see you take me so well. I can fuck this pussh everyday. Will you give me permission to fuck this pussy honey?? He thrust roughly.

Y/N:Yeah.Yes daddy you can ah!!

Jungkook:You know I always dream about fucking you in every corner of my house.

Y/N:Really??

Jungkook:Yeah, you feel so good baby.Perfect for my dick. Your pussy and my dick its made for each other. Your tight cunt is only nade for me to destroy. Only I can destroy this pussy.

You can't response because of his harsh thrust. You can just do moan and moan. Your mind is going blank by each of thrust. He is making you feel so good. His big dick is hitting your g-spot perfectly.you feel a knot inside you. You know you are near of your Climax

Y/N:Iam near d-daddy.

Jungkook:I know baby.Hold it.

He feel his climax near

Jungkook:Now

You both cum together. He cum inside your pussy and you milk his dick. He hugged you.give you a forhead kiss

Jungkook:I love you

Y/N:I know

Jungkook:You know??

Y/n:yeah

Jungkook:How??

Y/n:Your eyes tell.And I love you too

Jungkook:Don't wanna asked me why I came here being a nerd.

Y/n:Not now,but you can tell me some other day.Iam tired now.I just wanna sleep now hugging you.

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silkscream · 3 years ago

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🩸sometimes peter being a nerd is just so hot i 😐😐😐 would 100% be all over him when he starts ranting about science shit... it's so embarrasing ✋✋✋ but he better keep talking 😐 like it's bad idk where it comes from. he could read a textbook and i would cum. ok im escorting myself out

fr, he'd be babbling about anything and i'd just watch in awe.

"you know those weird gooey shapes during the halloween party in donnie darko? that's like, real. kind of?"

"oh yeah?" you quirk an eyebrow as you lean towards peter on the couch.

"that wasn't a bad portrayal of the multiverse, honestly. i mean, it's not about time traveling but more so about parallel universes. like, all that shit happening was in a tangent universe and even though the fourth dimension is technically impenetrable--"

you blink up at peter when you realize he's stopped talking.

"hi?"

"hi," peter murmurs, mouth spread in a curious smile. "are you even listening to me?"

"yes, i am!"

"okay, well, even if the writer just made everything up out of his ass, it was pretty valid in its methodology with the proposition that there's a theoretical connection from a wormhole to other... y/n!"

"what?"

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" you smirk.

"i don't know. am i talking too much? for the past ten min--"

you shut up him with a kiss and he accepts it graciously, hand flying to your lower back to pull you closer. your hand moves from his jaw to his throat and out of eagerness you accidentally squeeze the side of his neck, making him whimper quietly in your mouth. the sound encourages you, but instead, you pull back.

"wh-what was that for?" peter whispers, his eyes blown out.

"nothing, you're just hot when you talk about quantum physics."

"oh," he blushes. "well in that case..."

"okay, no," you shush him with your finger to his mouth. "no more. time for kissing now."

"yes ma'am."

#1k follower event #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #blurb

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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago

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Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

Word Count : 4.8k

Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection.

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,”

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,”

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,”

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention.

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night.

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise.

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

Part two maybe??

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ilici · 4 years ago

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bfb.

Summary: You grew up with Dream and Drista your whole life, but as you got older you soon realized your feelings towards Dream. (You are 19 in this and the reader is female for the plot)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: oral fixation, dumbification, choking

Word Count: 2234

Sighing, Y/N looked at Drista then towards her tv, “Hey Drista?” Y/N asked, gaining Drista’s attention.”Yeah Y/N?” She asked, looking over at her best friend, “Does it bother you that your best friend is like 6 years older than you?” They asked, and Drista frowned once she heard the words. “No I like it a lot, I grew up with you and saw you as an older sister to me. You are always there for me, and you can even pick me up early from school so that’s a bonus.” Drista laughed as the last part left her mouth, which caused Y/N to softly punch her arm. “Can I ask you something and you not laugh at me?” Y/N asked, and Drista made a noise, shifting around so that they could face one another.

Y/N took in a deep breath, and looked at the younger girl, “I've known you and Dream all my life, but around the age of 17 I started to realize my feelings for Dream were a bit different.” She explained, stumbling over her words a bit scared of how Drista would react. “I know, I can tell by the way you look at him.” Drista explained, which made Y/N relax a bit, “Is it that obvious?” She asked worriedly, and Drista shrugged, “Maybe to me, but boys tend to be oblivious.” Once the words left her mouth, Drista gasped, “This is like that episode of Victorious!” She said excitedly, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows throwing her a confused look. “You know the song BFB?”

Y/N slowly nodded her head, and Drista groaned, “You’re about as dumb as a pig.” She complained, “BFB means best friends brother.” She said, making exaggerated hand movements. “Oh yeah.” Y/N laughed, and softly pushed Drista, “I swear you are a nerd.” She said, causing the younger to giggle. Shaking her head, she got up, “You have school tomorrow, so you need to sleep. It’s two hours past your bedtime. Your mom would kill me for letting you stay awake this late.” Y/N said, and Drista pouted, “Fine.” She said giving up, “I’m going to go take a shower, and I’ll be back. I will try not to wake you if you are asleep by the time I get back.”

Nodding her head, Drista switched the movie over to Princess and the Frog, turning her lamp off on her bedside table. Y/N walked over and grabbed a pair of clothes from her closet as she practically lived there. Walking out, she mumbled a ‘goodnight’ to Drista as she turned around she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Putting her clothes in the bathroom, she walked downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Thirsty?” A voice spoke up making Y/N yelp and jump. “Holy shit Dream. You scared me you dick head.” She mumbled shoving him, as he was leaning against the counter. “Why were you even standing in the dark you weirdo.” Y/N said, getting a glass cup, getting some water.

Dream watched her movements, and he shrugged to himself, “I have this kitchen memorized like the back of my hand. There’s no need to turn on the light.” He explained, and Y/N was now facing the sink, finishing up her glass of water. “I suppose that’s true.” She said nodding her head, pouring the rest of the remaining water out and put the glass in the sink. As she was about to turn around, she felt his body against her backside. Gulping she kept her eyes glued to the window where she could somewhat see their reflection. “Don’t you want somebody to love?” He whispered, moving Y/N hair over her shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around her throat.

Freezing, Y/N felt herself melt at the gesture, her eyes locked with Dream’s reflection on the window, the only light source being the light above the sink. “What makes you think that?” She asked, trying to keep her voice at a confident tone. Dream chuckled, leaving one hand around her throat, while his free hand reached up grabbing a handful of her hair pulling it back roughly so her head was leaning back. Wincing slightly, she bit her bottom lip not allowing herself to make a sound. “So you’re telling me..” He whispered, leaning down so his lips were right next to her ear.

“You don't want me to just fuck you senseless right here, right now?” He asked, and Y/N felt her entire face flush. “What are you saying right now?” She asked embarrassed, and Dream chuckled darkly, tightening his grip around her neck before he let go, and released the grip on her hair. “You’ll see with time princess.” He whispered ghosting his lips over her exposed neck, which caused a shiver to go down her spine. She finally let a whimper escape, “Dream..” She whispered and turned around to see he had left already. Soon it hit her like a brick, she blushed madly and her heart raced.

“What the fuck just happened..” She mumbled, steadying herself on the counter. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moved her hand up to touch her neck, where his hand once was. Groaning, she shook her head, “Fuck you for messing with me.” She said, frustrated by confusion and touch deprivation. Walking up and into the bathroom, she started the shower and slowly stripped of her clothes. Getting inside the shower, her body relaxed as the heat consumed her. Letting out a content sigh, her eyes shot open when she heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Dri?” She asked, not daring to look out in case she would lock eyes with the green eyed boy she once saw in the kitchen. “Yeah?” The voice of Drista spoke up, letting out a sigh of relief she relaxed instantly, “What are you doing?” She asked and Drista cleared her throat, “I overheard Dream talking to who I assume was George and Sapnap. But he said that you and him had an interaction in the kitchen.” Drista said, and Y/N instantly tensed up at the reasoning. “What did you hear?” She asked, and Drista shrugged even though Y/N could not see her, “Something about you and him bumping into one another.” She said, and Y/N was thankful Dream didn’t go into detail with his friends.

“Well I am going to bed now.” Drista said, walking out, “Oh hey Dream.” Y/N heard as the door was being shut, Y/N couldn’t help but feel on edge. Her body was craving for Dream to touch her like that again, but she refused to believe it. Hearing the bathroom door open again, this time the culprit tried to make it as quiet as possible. “Having a nice shower princess?” His voice ricocheted off the walls of the shower, and into her ears. Shivering even though her body was under scalding hot water, she looked over his outline visible through the shower curtain. “What are you doing in here?” She asked, her voice wavering a bit from both excitement and fear.

“I also needed a shower, and I figured why not save water?” He said, alarmingly calm. As soon as the words registered through her brain, the shower curtain opened. This wasn’t the first time Dream and Y/N were close to having sex it almost happened when he was 20 and Y/N was 18. They had gotten into an argument which led to a heated makeout session, which they both agreed to forget. “Dream!” Y/N shrieked when she saw his body come into view. Her entire body froze, as her eyes just took in his bare body. “Like the view? It’s not the first time you’ve seen it. Or the second, or third.” He said, grabbing her hips pulling her towards him.

Yeah they’ve made out and saw each other naked multiple times, some accidental. But never did she think this would be happening, “I will not touch you, or anything without your permission princess.” He whispered into her ear, and Y/N felt her insides melt at his words. She wanted this, she has for quite a while. Dream has too. But he had patience, but he was no longer patient once he overheard their conversation about him earlier when he was on his way to the kitchen. “Please Dream.” Y/N spoke up, knocking Dream out of his trance, and a smirk found its way onto his features. “As you wish.”

Turning her around he shoved her onto the shower wall, and she leaned against it for support. “Your safe word is Dove.” He said slowly, as his hands trailed over her wet body. He moved over a bit, so the water could hit him as well. “I will then ask for your color. Green means keep going after a short break, and red means stop completely, okay?” He explained, and Y/N nodded her head. He slowly and teasingly trailed a hand up, and wrapped his hand back around her throat, “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet?” He said in her ear, and Y/N nodded her head, “Yes sir.” She said, and Dream growled at the name. “Good girl.” He said, and slowly he used his free hand to finger her so she could be prepared.

Moving the hand up, he tapped her lips as he inserted two fingers into her mouth, “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N happily obliged since she loved to have things in her mouth she could chew or suck on. Sucking on his fingers, he slowly removed them from her mouth. Moving his hand back down, the other hand still wrapped around her throat. Slowly he inserted one finger, and she let out a quiet moan as she bit her lip. Slowly he started moving his finger in and out, loving the way her body reacted to it. She wasn’t a virgin, she had lost it when she was 17 with some random guy at a party. Picking up the pace, he slowly inserted another finger, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan.

Picking up the pace of his fingers, he started to curl his fingers searching for the certain spot. Y/N accidentally let out a loud moan when he hit a spot that sent pleasure everywhere throughout her body. Dream smirked once he knew he had found it, “Quieter princess.” He warned, and she nodded her head leaning it against the wall. Thrusting his fingers quickly, making sure he repeatedly hit that spot, she found herself growing close to her climax. Dream noticed this by the way her legs started to shake, and he slowly pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean, and she whined at the loss of pleasure. Smirking, he grabbed his dick aligning it to her entrance.

Slowly he inserted the tip, and kept going until he bottomed out. Y/N winced from how big he was, “Fuck..” She whispered, in both pain and pleasure, “Please move.” She begged, and Dream knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet by how she reacted when he entered her. Moving his free hand up, he forced his fingers into her mouth, instantly letting them go to the back of her throat. She gagged around his fingers, as he started pounding into her. Letting out choked moans on his fingers, she felt tears rolling down her face. It was mixed with the water from the shower head, on her left side and her tears. Dream picked up the pace, pulling her body back against him so he could see her fucked out face. Groaning once he saw the tears, and her crossed eyes, he moved his hand from her throat down to play with her clit.

Getting overwhelmed with the sensation she felt herself grow close again, Dream on the other hand didn’t care if she made noises now. He wanted to hear her, he quickly pulled his fingers out of her mouth and held her steady by her hip with his other hand. Y/N felt herself cum on his dick, and Dream felt her clench around him making him hiss at the feeling. He kept pounding into her, making her grow overstimulated. Screaming out, she grabbed his wrist that led to the hand that was toying with her clit. Digging her nails into his wrist, her eyes rolled back and she started babbling out incoherent words, “Is my princess fucked dumb? Is my dick so good that she can’t talk?” He cooed, feeling himself growing closer. Y/N nodded her head, moans and blabbering was the only thing she could let out. Pulling out quickly, he felt himself cum on her ass and some on her lower back. Groaning he leaned his head back and bit his bottom lip. The water was now getting cold, so he quickly cleaned her up and washed her hair, and body before he got out drying her off as she was clearly out of it.

Dressing her, he himself quickly got dressed carrying her to his room. Laying her down, he laid beside of her and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her neck softly. “Goodnight princess.” He whispered, and Y/N tiredly mumbled it back.

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perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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