#(shouts along to the lyrics of I'm The One while driving)

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - Two Hands pt. I

Requested: yes

Prompt: this ask

Warnings: tensionnn and Im making this a two part series

Part 2 Sports Car

The sun was barely peeking over the Hollywood skyline when Y/n arrived on set, coffee in hand and a spark of excitement in her step. The concept for her and Tate McRae’s new music video, Two Hands, had come together beautifully, sleek visuals, a sultry tone, and a storyline that mirrored the tension in their song. Y/n adjusted the strap of her dress as she walked onto the music video set, the sound of crew members shouting instructions filling the air. Tate McRae was standing off to the side, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and waved, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. "Hey, you made it!" Tate greeted as Y/n approached.

"Yeah, traffic was insane, but I'm here." Y/n replied, setting her bag down on a nearby chair. "What's the plan for today?" Before Tate could answer, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Y/n?" Her heart dropped as she turned around to see him. And there he stood, hands casually tucked into his hoodie pockets, his signature grin plastered on his face.

Lando fucking Norris.

Her breath hitched at the sight of him, his familiar mischievous grin lighting up as he looked her up and down. "It’s been a while." He said, striding toward her. Y/n froze, coffee nearly slipping from her grip as her mind flashing back to the string of nights they’d spent together during last season. Miami. Montreal. Silverstone. Austin. Vegas. Each memory was vivid and unshakable, and now here he was, standing on the set of her music video like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Uh, yeah, it has." She replied, attempting nonchalance.

Tate, always attuned to Y/n’s moods, sidled up beside her. "Y/n? You good?" She whispered. "Can we- can you come with me real quick?" Y/n asked, dragging Tate along to the other side of the parking lot. "Dude. What’s wrong?" Tate asked. "What's wrong?" Y/n hissed back. "What’s wrong is that Lando Norris is here, and I wasn’t told he’d be in this video." Tate smirked. "He’s the cameo. PR gold. You didn’t know?"

"No!" Y/n exclaimed under her breath. "And, oh my god- jesus- Tate, we’ve slept together!" Tate’s eyes widened before her lips curled into a sly grin. "Oh my god! Like a one might stand sorta thing?" She chuckled. "More like five seperate nights." Tate raised an eyebrow. "Five? Wow, okay, overachiever."

"This isn’t funny." Y/n groaned. "What are we supposed to do now?" Tate sighed. "It’s a little late to change things. He’s already here. Besides, we’ll just cut his scenes later if it’s too weird. PR can spin some excuse for why he’s missing in the final cut." Y/n groaned but nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But if this blows up, you owe me."

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The shoot began smoothly enough. The video was set to showcase Tate and Y/n doing what they do best; giving their fans an iconic music video, with a storyline involving sleek cars, night drives, and bold choreography. Lando's role was to add a touch of glamour as a cameo, driving a papaya McLaren around the streets at night.

The day progressed faster than Y/n anticipated. Tate was her usual cheeky self, keeping the mood light despite the awkward tension simmering whenever Lando was around. The big moment came as the crew prepped the McLaren for a scene where Y/n would ride in the passenger seat while Lando drove through neon-lit streets. "Just lipsync the lyrics while he drives." The director instructed. "We’re going for sexy but understated." Understated. Sure. Y/n climbed into the car, her heart pounding.

The beat thumped in her ears as the car accelerated. She turned to Lando, his hands confidently gripping the steering wheel. His smirk was still there, but something new flickered in his gaze as her lips curled into the sultry line: "I want them all to see, you look good on top of me." Lando’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting to hers as she sang. "At this time, at night I need. Not one, not three." Y/n caught the way his lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, and then, he bit his lip.

Oh, so we’re doing this?

Fine. If he was flustered, she’d make it worth his discomfort. Y/n leaned in, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair as she pulled his face toward her. Their eyes locked, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered the lyrics. "Just your two hands on me. Like my life needs saving." His breath hitched audibly, and for a split second, she wondered if he might slam on the brakes. "Let 'em all know. Can you do it like that?"

"Cut!" The director’s voice crackled through the radio. They broke apart instantly, and the silence that followed was deafening. Y/n avoided his gaze, fixing her hair and pretending nothing had happened. When she returned to set for the dance break, Tate was waiting with her arms crossed and a knowing smirk. "You two looked awfully comfortable." Tate teased, bumping Y/n’s shoulder. "Almost like you’ve done it before."

Y/n shot her a withering glare. "Shut up."

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The buzz of the set hummed around Y/n as she sat on the sidelines, watching Tate film her solo dance scene. The spotlight followed Tate’s movements, her fluidity captivating, but Y/n’s focus wavered when she caught a glimpse of Lando approaching out of the corner of her eye.

Damn it.

"Fancy seeing you here." Lando said, casually sliding into the chair beside her. His voice was light, but his eyes held an intensity that made her pulse quicken. "It’s not like I had a choice." Y/n replied flatly, crossing her arms. "I have a job to do and you just so happen to be here." He chuckled softly, the sound low and familiar. "Still, feels like fate."

"More like bad luck." She shot back, keeping her tone cool even as her stomach fluttered. Lando leaned in slightly, his cologne teasing her senses. "You’re as sharp as ever." He murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. "I missed you." Y/n snorted, more out of defense than amusement. "Missed me? Please. You missed me in your bed, maybe." His grin faltered, replaced by something more serious, more vulnerable. "To be fair, you never gave me the chance to miss you anywhere else."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. She turned to look at him, his face so close she could see the faint stubble on his jaw. He wasn’t joking. "Look, I know this is...complicated. But I want to see you. Away from all this; no racing, no music videos, just us." Y/n blinked, stunned. Her lips parted to respond, but before she could form the words, Sean, the choreographer, clapped his hands loudly from across the set. "Y/n! Let’s go! Dance break!" She exhaled sharply, grateful for the reprieve, and turned on her heel. "Duty calls." She said briskly, walking away before Lando could reply.

As she approached the center of the set, Tate intercepted her, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"I’m fine." Y/n lied, waving a dismissive hand. Tate’s smirk told her she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push. Instead, she gestured toward the floor. "Alright, let’s get this over with. Sean’s in full perfectionist mode." Y/n nodded, forcing herself to focus as Sean began shouting instructions, his energy bouncing around the room. She positioned herself in front of the camera, her muscles tightening in anticipation.

The music started, the beat pounding through her body, and she threw herself into the choreography, letting the rhythm drown out the lingering tension in her chest. But as her feet moved and her body swayed, her mind betrayed her, replaying Lando’s words over and over like a melody she couldn’t shake.

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[satosuguwifee]

But Mama I'm in Love With a Criminal — Toji Fushiguro x F!reader

Synopsis: And when a certain man ends up saving you after a party and you start thinking about him in an irrational way?

Contents: Strangers to ???, angst.

wc: 1831.

Sounds of people shouting, flashes of colored lights everywhere... That's all Y/N could see and hear tonight. But calm down, this isn't a horror scenario! In reality, she had finally decided to accept her friends' invitation to have fun at the nightclub in the neighborhood near her work, something she had been neglecting for some time.

But today she decided to fulfill her need for fun, she accepted that she needed an adrenaline rush in her life.

She moved her body, a big smile on her face as she absorbed the rhythm of the music and laughed while having fun with her friends who were already altered thanks to the alcohol and some had even disappeared because they had found their targets for the night. S/n had decided to drink a little because she was driving tonight, so she walked up to the mini bar counter and asked the barman for a glass of whisky.

She was still bobbing her head to the beat of the song, humming along quietly even though if she shouted the lyrics no one would hear her either, and then took the drink in a single gulp as soon as it was handed to her. Y/N grimaced a little at the burning in her throat, but quickly smiled before running off in the direction of her group to enjoy a bit more before her reality returned.

A few hours later, Y/N and her friends decided to leave because it was already past 2 a.m. and if they stayed any longer, the city would become more dangerous not only because of muggers but also because of curses. So they all said goodbye and Y/N walked to her car with one of her friends to give her a lift.

As soon as they arrived at the former's car, Y/N helped her friend into it when she saw that her condition was worse than her own. She then got in and laid her back against the seat, sighing as she smiled at nothing. She really needed some fun in her life, as she couldn't remember the last time she had been so light.

A knock was heard on the glass of her door, and her blood ran cold as soon as she saw the silhouette of an unknown man who appeared to be drunk. He was holding a pistol while mumbling unintelligible words, and as soon as the woman came back to her senses, the door had been abruptly opened and she was pulled out of the car by her hair.

- You want to die, you bitch! I told you to get out of the fucking car! - the man's thick, disgusting voice reached her ears, and she grimaced in pain as her hair was firmly pulled before he threw her to the ground.

She couldn't say anything, her body was paralyzed and all her blood felt cold, as did the shiver down her spine. Reality had arrived in a totally abrupt and dry manner, making her feel like the most deplorable person ever again. Her lucidity only returned when she saw that same man get into his car, remembering her friend in the passenger seat.

Thinking she had nothing left to lose, Y/N got up from the ground and started trying to pull the man by the sleeve of his dark shirt, so that he would move away from the car.

- Please, you can take the car and everything you want, but spare my friend and me!

- SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

The man turns to her and hits her in the face with the handle of his pistol, causing the girl to fall back to the ground with a new mark that she is a loser and unlucky. He then got into his car and, with no one to stop him, he started the car and left the other girl behind.

- No, no, no, no! - Y/N screamed with all her might as she stretched out her arm in the direction of the car, which was getting further and further away.

She slammed both hands on the floor, searching for the strength to try and do something about it! But her mind was blank, she couldn't think of anything, nothing! Y/N began to cry with despair, the tears wetting her cheeks and she found herself on the ground at that moment, hoping that a miracle would happen.

Just as she looked up to see her car, a shot rang out and at the same moment her car began to lose stability until it crashed into the wall of a building. The woman got up and ran to the scene to help her friend, despair evident on her face and in her short, rapid breathing. Until she noticed another man coming out of an alleyway, holding a pistol just like the one who had confronted her earlier.

She stopped her steps, her heart racing with fear when she saw him. He was much more muscular and taller than the other one, and what's more, he had hit the kidnapper with the car in motion! What could he do to a simple girl like her?!

The man whistled at the sight of his gun, a debauched smile on his lips as he walked over to the car, opening the car door and the man's body falling to the ground, blood dripping from the side of his head.

- Did you really think you'd get away with it? You really are an imbecile.

His voice could be heard by the woman, who seemed more terrified than before and sickened by the smell of blood and the sight of a corpse in front of her. She took an instinctive step backwards, and the killer's sharp gaze went in her direction, his smile still on his face.

Y/N found herself with no escape, life was just playing with the timing of her death and she accepted that she wouldn't escape this time. She then fell to her knees on the floor, bowing her head as small tears flowed again. She just wanted to get out of her boring routine, but look what she got: her early departure to heaven or wherever.

Heavy, long footsteps approached her, and her back shrank as she opened her eyes and saw a pair of martial arts shoes in front of her. She quickly felt a chill in her stomach and swallowed, her lower lip trembling as her nails sank into the asphalt. What was taking him so long? Did he want to catch her off guard?

Until she saw her friend falling in front of her, still asleep as if she were hibernating. Y/N opened her eyes wide and then they gradually moved upwards, past his legs, thighs, torso until they reached the face of her... Savior? In one way he really is.

- Thank you... - she whispered in a shaky voice, still not believing everything that had happened in the last few minutes.

- Someone like you shouldn't be out of the house at this hour, doll. - his hoarse, thick voice says, the same smile never leaving his face as he cradles the body of the man from before on his left shoulder.

- I'll remember that next time.

She whispered, and soon the sounds of police sirens could be heard in the distance, coming closer to where they are. The black-haired man continued to stare at her, his sharp green eyes still on the calm but still alert figure of the woman on the floor, who shifted her gaze to her sleeping friend.

And then, without another word, he disappeared into the shadows of the same alley he had come from and Y/N looked up to try and catch one last glimpse of his silhouette. However, all she could see were the flashes of colored lights again, the only difference being that she wasn't in a cool or fun mood...

In fact, it was the opposite of that...

- Miss, please accompany us. - she felt the policewoman's hands on her shoulders, and she quickly nodded before getting up with her and getting into the car, and soon they had her friend beside her, starting the car as she saw other cars pulling up.

She was too dizzy to concentrate on any words or images in front of her, and she just collapsed with exhaustion against her friend. But not before she had one last flash of her savior in her mind... Who was he...?

- So you can't remember the other man?

Y/N shook her head negatively, as she clutched tightly onto the coat her mother had given her the moment she arrived at the police station, her mother now waiting for her daughter outside the interrogation room.

- I'm sorry I can't help, the alcohol has messed with my memories a bit and I feel a void when I try to remember something.

She says as she carefully places her hand on the left side of her head, feeling the bandage made there. The truth was that the woman remembers everything perfectly, from the moment she was thrown from her car to the appearance of that other man.

For some reason, her heart told her not to finger her savior... On the contrary, it told her to protect him because she owed him a favor. She sighed softly, not believing that she was protecting a murderer who took the lives of innocent people!

Although that kidnapper wasn't an innocent person... Well, she doesn't want to think about it anymore.

- Can I go home now? My head hurts a lot and I'm not feeling very well. I'm sorry I can't be of any help.

- Of course, miss... Please call us immediately if you think in anything that could help us.

Y/N nodded before getting up and being escorted to the reception area, where her mother was waiting with her hand on her heart and a look of despair that seemed to ease as soon as she saw her daughter coming towards her.

- Come on, let's go home. You must be exhausted...

The younger woman nodded without complaining, since she didn't want to be alone in her apartment after having suffered through this event, which would surely leave her on the back foot when she decided to drink and return so late at night.

As soon as they both arrived in the older woman's car, S/n sat in the passenger seat and stared out of the window while her mother talked about something with her daughter that she wasn't paying attention to. Until, as they passed another alleyway, her eyes widened when she saw the same man from before staring at the car.

She swallowed and quickly turned back to her mother, who was babbling on and on about something she wasn't even paying attention to. Her fear now was that the guy would think she'd fingered him to the police...

Yeah, life isn't playing games with her...

[icequeenlila]

Context: they are driving in a convertible (Max is driving), Bradley lowkey has an existentional crisis right before this scene, and Max snapps him out of it without even realizing.

"Powerline!"

Max voice was loud and excited and all consuming.

Suddenly loud music blasted from the speakers, shutting down every thought Bradley could have possibly had, ripping his attention away from himself and his thoughts, until there was only Max and his loud, goofy voice, singing (shrieking) along to some random song.

Bradley blinked against the whiplash. It was like being thrown into cold water. Disorienting but refreshing.

"Open up your eyes, take a look at me. Get the picture fixed in your memory", Max sang along, his eyes leaving the road for one short moment, brows wiggling at Bradley.

His mind was still trying to sort out itself, so all Bradley could do was to look at the boy with wide eyes, not even able to frown or complain about Max being an irresponsible driver.

Bradley kept staring, watching Max thrust his head back and forth, the boy's eyes concentrated on the road, not missing a single word of the lyrics.

"Some people settle for the typical thing. Livin' all their lives waitin' in the wings."

Wide, green fields passed by them, the sun standing high, shining down hot on them. At some point Max had put on sunglasses. His sunglasses! And Bradley was only noticing now.

"You gotta believe that I got what it takes!" Max's voice was peeking and breaking in a way that should have been embarrassing but the boy didn't care at all.

"To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"

He turned to look at Bradley, nodding his head so the Gucci glasses slid down his nose a nudge, reaching out a hand towards him and balling it into a fist as he kept shouting the lyrics.

"Till mine is the only face you see! Gonna stand out..." He pointed a finger at Bradley. "’till you notice me."

Heat to Bradley's cheeks, ears burning and heart picking up a beat. Because of what? Because of a crappy song and piercing dark eyes?

Why did he think of Max' eyes as piercing? Why was he thinking about them at all?

The answer made him angry, and anger was a way better feeling than whatever he had going on only moments ago.

Bradley finally found his voice again.

"What the fuck, Goof!?", he shouted over the music, wind almost swallowing his voice. "Focus on the road! Put down my glasses! Do you call that singing!?"

Max didn't follow any of his commands, his voice now filled with laughter as he kept singing along to the lyrics, not missing a single beat.

"If the squeaky wheel's always gettin' the grease. I'm totally devoted to disturbing the peace."

Max was totally ignoring him, head nodding up and down as he kept driving, the car not swaying once.

"And I'll do it all again when I get it done. Until I become your number one!"

"Don't you ignore me!", Bradly shouted, but the glare on his face was wavering.

Max just kept half singing, half shouting the lyrics at him. The more Bradley complained the more Max struggled to keep his voice even, as laughter shook his entire body.

All the while, wind was tugging at them from all sides, blowing their hair in and out of their faces.

In his euphoria, Max was half performing to the song, nodding his head, shimmying his shoulders and pointing fingers at Bradley, trying to make him part of his ridiculous performance.

"I'm under a spell, I'm in over my head."

Max kept wiggling his brows at him and it looked so ridiculous that Bradley actually had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.

"And you know I'm goin' all of the way till the end- Get ready, Brad!"

Max drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, leaning slightly forward in anticipation.

"Pfft!"

Bradley shook his head, trying his hardest to keep from grinning. Seeing Max in such high spirits did something to him. His chest felt wider, his breathing easier. He stopped clenching his jaw and straining his shoulders.

"To stand out above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"

Max was singing at the top of his lungs now, hair blowing in the wind, Gucci glasses lopsided on his nose.

"Till mine is the only face you'll see! Gonna stand out till you notice me, yeah!"

And Bradley couldn't keep in the laughter anymore. He let himself fall back against his seat, arms crossed over his stomach, as he just let go.

It was ridiculous. He'd been pretty much questioning his entire life mere moments ago and now he was crying from laughter. He was crying for god's sake!

And all just because Max was singing along to a song, not caring if he was hitting the right notes, goofing off and making a complete idiot of himself.

This was a new low. But he really didn't care.

"Oh my god", Max' voice sounded next to him. He had stopped singing. "Is he laughing?"

Bradley turned to look at him and his vision was swimming. It made him laugh even harder, because it was so stupid.

"Do you need a hospital?", Max asked, stupid grin on his face, eyes jumping between Bradley and the road. "Are you feeling all right?"

Bradley wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to compose himself and failing.

"What?"

"This is the first time I hear you laughing without any murderous intent in your voice", Max said.

Bradley shook his head, not able to stop smiling.

"You're an idiot", he said, and he sounded horribly out of breath.

"But I made you laugh." Max shot him a satisfied grin. "I knew you would warm up to me."

"I'm just laughing at you", Bradley argued, but there was no malice in it.

He managed to stop laughing but his voice was still breathy. His belly hurt. His guts feeling tingly.

"Just admit that you like me." Max nudged him against the shoulder, eyes staying on the road.

"You're an idiot, Goof", Bradley said, swatting at his hand.

"Max."

"Huh?"

"Call me Max. I like it when you say my name."

No, Bradley didn't blush at that. It was totally the summer heat. And only that!

"I will call you by your name as soon as you manage to remember mine correctly", he retorted.

"Goof it is then."

Bradley giggled. He couldn't help it. He felt too good to care.

"You're an idiot, Goof."

"You already said that", Max glanced over at him briefly. "Also, you're a snob."

Bradley blinked, sitting up straight in his seat. "Excuse me? I'm not a snob."

"The snobbiest snob I've ever encountered", Max said, chuckle in his voice and grin on his lips.

"Take it back!"

"No can do."

"Goof!", Bradley warned, but his voice betrayed him as it trembled with suppressed laughter.

"Brad." The grin on Max' lips seemed to be glued on.

"Stop calling me Brad!"

"Admit you like me."

"I don't."

"But I like you, Bradley."

And Max' voice was soft when he said it.

His breathing stopped. For a few moments, Bradley couldn't do anything but stare at the boy.

How was he so bold? So carefree? So completely and brutally honest?

Heat spread from his chest and traveled higher. And this time it definitely wasn't the sun.

Max' eyes were constantly jumping between him and the road, searching Bradley's face, waiting for him to say something in return.

But Bradley couldn't. Not when he felt his heartbeat in his throat. Not when his tongue felt dry as the desert, his entire body burning with a tingly heat.

"Look at that", Max said, and at some point, he must have turned down the volume of the radio, because his voice was soft. Gentle. "Bradley has lost his words."

And somehow, Max sounded almost fond. The look in his eyes, the curve of his lips. It seemed all so honest and genuine, and impossible.

It made Bradley's gut clench in a half tingly, half painful way. It felt good, but it hurt. It was confusing, because Max was confusing him. Bradley was confusing himself. Whatever!

It was definitely too much to feel at once, and he needed Max to stop looking at him like that.

"Eyes on the road", he said, his voice way too breathy, way too soft.

"But I like looking at you more", Max said, not missing a beat.

And Bradley's heart was fucking pounding against his rib cage, like it wanted to jump out of his chest and right into Max' arms.

He could not have that!

He reached out his hand, placing his fingers gently against Max' jaw, forcing him to look forward.

"On the road", he repeated, voice slightly trembling towards the end.

Because there was the faintest scruff of beard stubble beneath his fingertips. Max' skin felt warm, the line of his jaw firm. Bradley withdrew his hand.

And his heart was beating, beating, beating quickly inside his chest.

"Also stop at the next store we pass", he added, forcing himself to breathe evenly.

This couldn't be happening. This so couldn't be happening.

Max grinned, keeping his eyes on the road like Bradley had told him to.

"As you wish, Brad."

And Bradley didn't have the breath to argue on the nickname, too occupied to keep his stomach from clenching, his fingers from fidgeting.

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possibly happening.

He looked back at Max and his stomach felt tingly. He looked at him and there was heat everywhere. His heart was ready to explode.

It couldn't be. It couldn't be. He couldn't have a crush on Max.

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This is from chapter 4 of my fic Good Luck, Babe! on ao3

[odditycircus-2002]

Since your requests are open: could you do a fic about MK11 Fujin hearing the reader sing and he thinks it’s absolutely beautiful, so the reader does a mini concert with just him watching?

If you need certain songs to put into this, I got you:

A/N: Thank you for the songs and for my first fic request that doesn't involve my usual Mortal Kombat men! I hope I do Fujinn justice, as he seems like a chill dude. Oh! And for the song in this fic, I went with "The Voice" by Celtic Woman. I'd thought it would be fitting with its elemental lyrics. I'll also try to keep these requests as gender-neutral as possible unless specified otherwise.

The Voice

Being the god of the Wind came with many perks. Not only is Fujin granted with divine power, but also the ability to fly and ride on the winds to wherever he desires. Currently, the wind god has no specific location where he desires to reach. Fujin is currently content with riding the winds on a rare peaceful day in Earthrealm, with no sign of an upcoming attack from Outworld's inhabitants. That is until the demi-god caught wisps of a melody within his breeze. The melody carried soft notes with an almost haunting quality to it. Fujin eases his winds to a halt within a forest, waiting to hear more of the melody.

His patience is rewarded when he hears it dancing on the breeze again. Fujin judges by the volume of the music, its source isn't too far from him. With footsteps light as the wind he commands, the demi-god treks through the woods, the music becoming louder and clearer with each step he takes. Eventually, his search takes him to a clearing with some mostly smooth boulders in the center. On top of those boulders sat a young adult Earthrealmer plucking at the strings off a worn but loved fiddle. They occasionally would play some notes before following them by singing in possibly the most beautiful voice he's ever heard in all of his existence.

"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain. I am the voice of your hunger and..."

The earthrealmer trails off before letting a huff of frustration which is when Fujin decided to make his presence known.

"Why did you stop?"

"Gah!"

You let out a shout in surprise, fumbling with your fiddle and bow as they almost fell from your arms. Fujin holds up his hands in a placating manner as he takes another step into the clearing with a soft expression on his face.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you,"

"Are you blind?"

You cut off the strange looking newcomer, taking in his bright pale eyes and long silver braid.

"Pardon?"

"Your eyes. They're really white as if you're blind. Are you?"

Fujin gives an amused grin.

"No and I am glad. Otherwise, I'd never get to see you sing err..."

"Y/N, the name's Y/N. Do you have one too stranger?"

You are quick to ask as you turn your head away from the tall and handsome newcomer, hoping he doesn't see your flustered expression.

"My name is Fujin."

The demi-godd decides to leave it at that, for now, not wanting to further surprise you and possibly drive you away by revealing his role as one of Earthrealm's divine protectors and god of the wind.

"So Fujin, you caught me at a bit of a bad time,"

"And why is that?"

Fujin gently asks. You look around at anything but the newcomer, while running your fingers along your bow.

"Well, I'm supposed to be composing a song. I have the notes but I don't quite have all the words."

"If it helps, your singing is very beautiful."

"Oh uhhh, thank you."

You blush as you start to absentmindedly pluck a few notes of your fiddle. Fujin is now just a few feet away from you, close but with respectable distance between you.

"I would like to listen to more of your work, if you'll allow it."

"Sure! Uh- I mean- I mean, sure. That would be wonderful. I could use a muse anyways."

You then stand up on your feet, realizing how you're only just slightly taller than Fujin with the platform beneath you. You dust yourself off, you then hop onto a higher boulder. After making a few adjustments with your fiddle's strings, you start to sing.

Fujin was fortunate enough to snatch snippets of your singing while he was riding the winds, but those pale in comparison to hearing you right in front of him. Your voice is strong and proud. It is ethereal and eerie. It is as if listening to the Elder gods sing themselves.

When you start to play your fiddle for the musical segment of your song, you jump down from your boulder to start skipping around the clearing. You almost appear to be floating on air, and actually do at one point, but you hardly notice as you're too engulfed by the music. Around you and Fujin, the wind starts to blow and picking up the fallen leaves, filling the clearing with a myriad of warm colors.

"I am the Voice of the past that will always be filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields!

I am the Voice of the future! Bring me your peace... Bring me your peace and my wounds... They will heal."

Throughout your mini concert, Fujin's gaze never wavered from your form as if trying to commit every move and gesture to memory. As you paint a rhapsody with your body but write a requiem with your song. At last, it comes to a stop and so the Demi-god does the only thing he could think to do and claps.

You give a beaming smile at Fujin before taking a pantomime bow.

"Thank you, thanks for being such a great audience and muse."

You then blow him a kiss.

[katsukikitten]

continuation of a selfship drabble master list here

The leaves on the ground give him pause, brow furrowing as he notices you haven't posted anything for a solid two weeks now, not even a status. Almost a month since he spoke to you last.

He sighs, berates himself for doing it but he has to know that you're at least still alive. Checking your location first and he's thankful you still haven't turned it off. Looks like you're either headed back to your apartment or out. Sees that Taro is with you and closes the app.

Tells himself that's good enough, that at least he knows you're living, that you were in the hands of someone he trusted dearly. So he pockets his phone only to pull it right back out.

Is she okay?

Sky blue eyes stare down at the message, chancing a glance at you who's driving as if he could get into trouble. Slander thumbs make quick work of a response.

I reckon

makin me sing all the fuckin songs on the radio

especially TOD

Kaza feels conflicted, tongue running along his teeth as he rereads the rapid messages. Before he can reply another comes on.

Your singles've been playing a lot. not while I'm in the car but shit is obvious.

Fuck, fuck he shouldn't have even fuckin recorded them. Soft sad melodies that played in his head during the witching hour. Shouldn't have ever put your voice memos layered to sound like background barely audibly just for him to call out to you before the next verse. Text me when you get home, I love you. Something he said to you over and over again.

that vent song we made together that Muzan fuckin released anyway.

and this sad ass song I can't stomach

we ain't strangers to them right

pretty girl think that? that we're fuckin strangers?

Attached is a link to the song that he clicks quickly to listen to, lyrics solemn and sad. Just his single, just like the vent song he and taro made, still unable to capture the well of sadness and anger in his chest. Glaring down at his phone, trying to calm his breath, Akaza was the main reason why the band had to take a hiatus in the first place.

Punching band members, punching aggressive fans that asked about you, punching Muzan when he tried to offer up his niece as someone that he or Gyutaro could date. He would have broken his jaw if it wasn't for the other three band members trying to pull him off.

Like pulling a wild dog off a bone.

A wolf off a carcass.

He did break Koku's orbital bone with his elbow when he tried throwing them off. It was Gyutaro who thought quickly enough to shout "She'll be pissed if ya get jail time."

But the threat of that died the next day when he found himself smiling down at four men in a four v one that he instigated. Running his hand through his fading pink hair. Biting the inside of his already raw cheek.

He reassures his bandmate easily

your pretty girl always thinks the world of ya. tell her the truth she'll believe ya

To which the dark haired man replies quickly

fuck off you first

"Stubborn bastard." He growls to no one but himself before his phone pings, not a message but a notification.

Clicking on it way too quickly to see a selfie of you and Taro both flicking off the camera. The man is smoking, cigarette hanging from his lips, phone in his other hand screen still aglow as if he was in the middle of a reply.

Clearly at a stop light, your hair wind blown and the two of you are in your car, the one he helped you fix up and by helped he asked you to "sit and look pretty princess" while he did all of the work because he wanted to.Still does.

But he can't, not anymore. No way to explain what happened and maybe he doesn't think he deserves to even attempt to tell you a truth you won't believe anyway.

The caption reads still livin, still hate the end of summer

He pats himself down for his smokes, debates if he should vague, cupping his hand around the end of the stick before the flame flickers to life and catches. Burning as he breathes in and exhales slowly leaving a gray cloud in its wake.

Deciding against it when another selfie comes through, you with your eyes closed and peace sign up, oversized hoodie, his hoodie, making the neckline a bit lower, seeing something circular and black on a dainty chain, like a ring or band. A necklace he doesn't recognize, at least at first, eyes going to the caption.

we'll go back to strangers

Stomach dropping as the lyrics match up to the song he listens to now. Although she wasn't musically inclined she's always been drawn to it, he knew that. Knew her music reflected her moods more often than not.

Knew that when he released his single. The one that made her go radio silent to the entire group, even if she wasn't angry with them, for an entire two months before Gyutaro showed up at her door.

Another text comes in pulling him from his thoughts only to fan the flames.

she still has that fuckin ring

And then it hits him, the circular band too small for his inked digits burns against his skin under his shirt hanging from a chain. Fingers flying to it to feel the smoothness of the rose gold and the embedded onyx gem and black diamonds surrounding it. The same ring you flung back at him when everything happened so fast.

Looking at the photo you posted again and finally seeing the 'pendant' for what it really was. A black wedding band meant to match a black gemmed wedding ring.

The revelation makes him see red, makes a clotting mix of deep sorrow and anger twist and knot in his chest, losing when one starts and the other ends. Just how he sees you and him. Quick to start his bike, to abandon his half finished cigarette and skid out of his parking spot before he heads back inside to bloody his knuckles again. He was the cause of this, of your sorry.

Your pain.

Heart beating way too fast and yet slowing as he starts to become numb. Grip tight on his bike's handle and phone making it glitch. Snapping pictures, opening apps from feeling his skin, the sensors not knowing what to register and trying to pinpoint the most pressure.

Meanwhile his speedometer climbs higher and higher.

190

200

220

250

Slowly creeping higher as his bike whines from exertion. Weaving between cars that barely register as a blur as he navigates the highway this late at night.

His phone vibrates excessively before his headphones interrupt the looped song to signify he had an incoming call before picking up for him. Wind from no helmet going to to make it near impossible for him to say anything back unless he screamed.

"Slow down and delete that fuckin picture before she sees it. Right the fuck NOW!" Gravely voice rarely raised, especially when aimed at family.

But Akaza can't be fucking bothered, barely audible as he growls "Shut the fuck up." With that he hangs up and when it rings again he doesn't bother answering it, launching it into the concrete guard unable to watch it explode into a million pieces from his speed.

Part of him thinks he should let go, just finally let the ride take him like it was always supposed to.

Fitting that a violent life would lead to a violent end.

Until the ghost of you curls around his back, static before your pretty voice would ring through his ear pods because you called him on his way home from work.

"Careful Jiji, I just want you home in one piece."

Making him grip his brakes as fast as possible without flinging himself over the handlebars, stopped on the side of the shoulder as a few cars past by him.

He walks back the handful of miles to where he threw his phone, whistling lowly when he sees nothing but a star shower of glittering glass and smashed innards.

Kneeling down and determining that nothing was salvageable. Running his broad palm through his hair slowly.

God could he be anymore of a fuck up?

He was sure he couldn't.

But he'd be proved otherwise, when he turns on his new phone the next afternoon sees several missed calls from his foxy sister, from Taro and one from you at 3am.

Not a vague, not a message, a phone call. Voicemail flashing at the top of the fresh screen. Inked fingers fumbling over the glass as he goes to listen, your voice filling him with absolute dread.

How you try to force the venom into your tone, how you can't hide how you've been crying, how you're still shaking. Pouty lip wobbling from the weight he put on you by giving in to his anger.

"You better be fuckin dead."

Before the line goes as dead as he feels inside.

He really truly was a demon.

[jgmartin]

BLACKSTATIC.fm [short horror]

The road stretches a million miles. 

It’s just me, the black top, the dead of night and the Nevada desert as far as the eye can see. I’ve been driving for hours and I haven’t caught so much as a glimpse of headlights. And really, that’s just the way I like it.

Over the radio, Kansas is singing about dust in the wind. They’re serenading me, keeping me company while I stare at the asphalt and fight my subconscious to the death. My thoughts are eating at me. Memories. Regrets.

I figure this is just par for the course on long drives. If you spend enough time alone, then sooner or later, you’ll go looking for problems. That’s life. It’s human. And right now, I’m tearing myself to pieces over leaving. Was it right? Should I have stayed?

Things to think about. 

The radio crackles, and for a second, the music becomes a fractured mess. The lyrics stutter. The guitar strings are all over the map. I think maybe it’s just that I’ve been driving so long, so far, that I’m starting to lose the station’s signal. I give the radio a smack, and Kansas comes back. 

All we do

Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

I hum along, my arm hanging out the window, thumping the door. The wind’s in my face, my hair. It tastes like freedom. It tastes like a new beginning, an escape from all the mistakes of my past. 

And all your money won't another minute buy— 

The radio fuzzes. Steve Walsh's voice enters freefall, lost in the static as it becomes something churning. 

Dust …n the… wind

All …. we … Dust… the wind

I give the radio a smack. Then another. 

It’s the only trick I’ve got. 

DUST

The speakers blare. I shoot for the volume controls, but they’re useless. Feedback screams through the radio like a banshee. It’s loud enough, sharp enough that I feel pressure building in my skull. Time for a new station. I twist the dial, but each frequency is met by a fresh stampede of distortion. 

“Piece of junk!” I shout, tearing the dial clean off the faceplate.

The radio shuts up. 

No more static. No more distortion. 

Silence.

I take a breath. I glance down at the radio, check and see what station I’ve condemned myself to for the rest of the drive. But the needle isn’t steady. It’s moving back and forth like a pendulum, drifting across the entire spectrum. 

“Useless,” I mutter.

The speakers crackle.

Ar…

Lis…Ng

An electronic warble fills the car, buzzing until it becomes a voice.

Are… Are you listening?

It’s a woman. She sounds nervous, maybe even…  afraid? Guess I'm catching a signal after all.

... Is anybody there? Can you hear me?

I frown. This sounds like one of those radio shows– a War of the Worlds sorta thing. It’s not classic rock, but it’ll do. 

The woman sniffles. I… I don’t know how long I’ve got. Time is… strange out here.

Outside, cacti fly by my window at the speed of sound. I think I see a tumbleweed rolling in the distance, but it’s tough to say. The moon is gone. Vanished behind clouds, and it’s just me and the car’s headlights shining the way. I narrow my eyes. Focus on the road. 

Hello? Please, I need you to answer me.

Her voice is sending a chill down my spine. It’s hard to explain but there’s something about the way that she’s speaking… It feels genuine. Too genuine for some third-rate radio play. I glance at the watch on my wrist, and it’s telling me that it's 3 o'clock in the morning. For talk radio, that’s the witching hour. I figure this is probably some paranoid calling in to offload their delusions onto the DJ.

… But where was the DJ? Shouldn’t they have answered her by now?

Technical difficulties, I think. “It’s gotta be,” I mutter.

There you are… the woman breathes. Were you… ignoring me?

It’s an uncomfortable coincidence, but that’s all it is. The woman isn’t talking to me. She can’t be. That isn’t how car radios work. Just to be certain, my eyes flick up to my rearview mirror, check my backseat to make sure it’s still just old food wrappers and lotto tickets. No psychopaths. No ghosts.

Just the way I like it. 

It’s okay to be scared, the woman says, and her voice is trembling. It sounds like she’s on the verge of breaking down, like she’s choking back a sob with every word. I’m scared too… The world is a scary place.

I’m tired, I tell myself. I’m exhausted and I’m stressed and now I’m starting to hear things because I’m falling asleep at the wheel. That’s all this is. Highway hypnosis. I’ve read about it. I give my cheek a couple slaps, shake my head and flex my jaw. Gotta wake up. The air whistles as my foot presses down on the gas. A little wind in my face should do the trick. 

He’s out there tonight… You need to be careful.

Don’t engage. 

He’s looking for you…

This is my mind playing tricks on itself. 

If he finds you… Can you give him a message for me?

I swallow. My heart is punching my ribs and my mouth is drier than the desert sand. “Who?” I think, and I don’t mean to say the words aloud but I do. 

Him, she replies, and she’s hyperventilating. Her breathing is getting fast. Ragged. They call him the—

Headlights blind my vision. The blare of a horn erupts in my ears alongside the woman’s anguished screams. In a fraction of a second, everything goes to shit. 

I hear tires squeal. 

The wind in my face becomes a hurricane, and something massive narrowly misses my sedan, clipping the backend and throwing me into a tailspin. My seat belt digs into my waist and I grip my steering wheel for dear life. The car twists like a carousel and it turns my dinner into bile into vomit all over the dashboard. 

I’m shouting. Praying. 

The car comes to an unscheduled stop. It crashes against the side of a cactus, my body slamming against the driver door. Smoke drifts up from the hood. 

“Fuck…” I groan, looking around in a daze. Slowly, the scene comes into focus. The road is half a football field away, and I can’t see any sign of what hit me– wait, what’s that? Just to my right. It’s a faint shadow in the dark, but it’s there. A semi tractor laying on its side. It must have flipped itself trying to swerve out of the way. 

My hand finds the door handle and it opens with a kerchunk. I step out onto the desert dirt. I’m still not sure if this was my fault. Did I nod off for a second? Did I fall asleep and drift into the oncoming lane? 

“Hello?” I call out to the semi truck. Two of its wheels are still spinning soundlessly in the night. “Are you okay?”

My leg is throbbing. I figure I must have smashed it pretty hard when I wiped out, but that can wait. I limp toward the truck, and the nearer I get, the less quiet the night becomes. There’s a buzz in the air. It’s the electronic sizzle of the truck’s radio, and it’s playing what sounds like a news broadcast.

Dreadful evening for accidents, a woman’s voice says. We’ve just received a report that a semi-truck has flipped along Route 50. No word yet on the driver’s condition. 

Absolutely appalling, Jess, a man responds. Our thoughts go out to the family at this time. 

I tell myself to ignore the radio. I tell myself that I’m in the middle of nowhere, that there’s no news vehicles around, that I haven’t seen headlights in miles and all of this is just in my head. A bad dream. 

Wake up.

Wake up.

“Sir?” I say, approaching the cab of the truck. The driver is hanging upside down, his seatbelt caught around his waist and his eyes are closed. “I’m going to get you out of here,” I tell him, raising my voice in the hopes he might open his eyes. 

I try the door, but it won’t budge. The metal is warped, jammed up from the crash. Instead I limp around to the passenger side, try that door, but this one’s locked.

Christ.

Window then. I’ll just drag him out through the window. But my ears pick up something, something that sounds like hissing. It’s coming from the driver’s seat, just beneath the wheel. Gas leak? Oil? The hiss turns into a crackle, a sort of snapping, hungry sound and light begins to flicker inside. 

Fire. 

Oh my god. 

I find a heavy rock, lift it over my head and toss it against the window, but whatever this glass is made of could stop a bullet. I’m smashing it. I’m throwing everything I have into it, but it isn’t enough. The flames are getting higher, and my arms are getting weaker. 

We’re getting reports now that the driver is trapped within the vehicle, the newswoman says. It appears that there’s a fire inside the cab. Rescue teams are currently trying to extract him but they’re encountering difficulty. This isn’t looking good, Steve.

The rock bounces off the glass. 

Truly terrible, the newsman replies. Eyewitness testimony claims some jackass fell asleep at the wheel. Can you believe that, Jess? The truck swerved to avoid him. 

The rock slips out of my hands, and I scramble to pick it back up. I hit the window again. 

Some people shouldn’t have licenses, the newswoman says. 

And again.

If you ask me, Jess, some people shouldn’t have been born. Just think, one abortion and this whole disaster could’ve been avoided.

The driver's eyes open. He blinks, and he looks down at the flames now lashing toward his forehead. His lips part. He screams. 

I bring the rock down.

He screams.

The window isn’t even cracking. 

I bring the rock down.

The driver’s trying to undo his seatbelt, but it’s stuck. There are tears in his eyes, and over the sound of the fire, over the sound of the radio, he’s begging me to help him. “It’s her birthday tomorrow!” he cries in desperate, broken English. “P-please, I have to get home, sir. I promised!”

And I’m crying. Tears are pouring down my face as this useless fucking rock bounces off the glass again and again and–

It’s quiet.

How long has it been quiet?

My arms are limp, my muscles cramped and weak. I stare absently into a red-orange storm behind the glass, and I realize the driver’s stopped screaming. When? When did the flames get so high? When did they reach up and take him, turning the entire cab into a crematorium? 

I stumble backward. “No…” 

And the radio replies.

I’ve been looking for you. 

I put my head in my hands. I pull at my hair with my fists and I shout and holler and do whatever it takes to wake up from this nightmare. But it doesn’t work. Nothing does.

There are others who want to find you first. 

The voice is guttural. It’s deep and distorted and it’s being played from the dying speakers inside the dying truck. It’s a lie. It’s just a broken record spinning inside of my head and–

Something catches my eye.

It’s a shadow, swaying just beyond the wreckage. It’s tall. As tall as a streetlamp. In the glow of the funeral pyre I can make out two gleaming, tiny eyes. They’re watching me. 

Tonight, you give yourself to one of us. Who will it be?

I stumble to my feet. My leg is throbbing, but it’s easy to forget the pain when I’m drowning in fear. The shadow moves. It takes a step forward. Just one. I see a wrinkled snout, and two long ears hanging low enough to touch the ground. 

“What the fuck…” I gasp.

The creature’s snorting. It sounds animalistic. Hungry. It’s throwing back its head, and it’s opening its mouth and inside of that long snout are rows of human teeth. They’re gnashing together. Caught between them are hair and bones. 

The radio tells me, Run.

And I do.

I take off, my leg rioting in agony. It’s gotta be broken. Snapped. Each step is a new Hell, but I push past it because I know the alternative is worse. Right now, all I’m thinking about is my car. Right now, all I’m thinking about is whether or not I’ll reach it in time. 

It’s forty feet away.

That’s too far.

There’s a flurry of footfalls, a rush of dust as that thing pulls its long ears through the dirt. It’s fast. Faster than me. The ground is rumbling with its every step, and my heart is keeping pace. I’m rasping. Sputtering. 

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die. 

Something connects with my back. It’s coarse, almost like fur. I’m thrown forward, rolling through the dirt like a tumbleweed as stones cut into my face. My vision spins. My head aches. I lift myself up on shaking arms, looking around at the blurry mess of wasteland. 

I don’t see the creature. I don’t hear it.

Where did it go?

It doesn’t matter. What matters is getting in my car and getting the fuck out of here. 

I force myself into a sprint. Each stride carries the sickening crunch of broken bone, but I don’t have the luxury of pain. That monster's still out here somewhere. It might be watching me now. 

Almost there.

Just a little closer.

I toss myself into the driver’s side door, slam it shut behind me. My fingers fumble with the key. It takes two tries, three, but I finally get it to turn in the ignition. The engine rumbles to life. 

My head smashes against the steering wheel. Glass shatters. The car lurches forward, its frame groaning as something massive collides with its backend. An arm reaches through the rear window, long, skeletal fingers grasping at me. A snout follows. It’s snapping open and shut. 

My foot slams the gas. 

The car’s wheels spin. Jagged nails cut across my cheek, and the arm and snout vanish through the back window as the car speeds away. My hands are trembling. My whole body is convulsing and I don’t realize it but I’m muttering something like prayers beneath my breath. 

I glance in the rearview mirror. Moonlight is spilling from the sky like the blood from my cheek. It's falling onto the wasteland, illuminating a solitary figure standing in a haze of dust. The figure almost looks like a man. He’s dressed in a black suit and tie, except where his head should be is a bovine skull, and his eyes… His eyes are the glowing, technicolor fuzz of television static. 

He waves at me. And the car radio crackles to life. 

Thank you for listening to BlackStatic.fm, it says. I’ve been the voice in your head, and this has been music for your soul.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Courtney Barnett, Bob Mould, & Squirrel Flower Live Review: 7/26, Illinois Science & Technology Park Field, Skokie

Courtney Barnett

BY JORDAN MAINZER

The three artists who played the inaugural night of Out of Space Skokie at its temporary new location took advantage of the open space's clear sound and turned up the fuzz.

Headliner Courtney Barnett, three years removed from her third studio album Things Take Time, Take Time (Mom+Pop), made even that album's understated songs come alive, live. Backed by bassist Thomy Sloane and drummer Stella Mozgawa (of Warpaint, and co-producer of Things Take Time), Barnett elevated sad sack jam "Rae Street", the motorik "Turning Green", the wiry "Before You Gotta Go", and jangly single "Write a List of Things to Look Forward To", emphasizing sounds and lyrics performed and delivered much more subtly on record. "Time is money, and money is no man's friend," she sang on set opener "Rae Street", as if to contextualize the drawn-out nature of some of her back catalog highlights: the wandering "Avant Gardener", bluesy dirge "Small Poppies", and driving bass-led "City Looks Pretty". Vocally, Barnett's screamed rasp was as gravel-throated as ever, a perfect contrast to her droll sprechgesang, confirming the status of "Pedestrian at Best" as a justified shout-along.

Barnett

Stella Mozgawa

Barnett

Thomy Sloane

Yet, true to Barnett's penchant for storytelling, the anthem of the night was also the slowest song, perhaps her best: the prescient "Depreston". At once a treatise on gentrification, mortality, and time itself, it's the type of song that stops you in your tracks when you realize you're singing back at Barnett, "If you've got a spare half a million / You could knock it down and start rebuildin'," occupying the persona of the grimy real estate agent viewing what was someone's home as a pure capital good. I suppose, after all, the ease at which we sing the song is a tribute to Barnett's empathy, evidence that those of us who participate in the same society with the same set of restrictive rules, have the potential for good and evil. Or maybe it's just a catchy melody.

Barnett

Barnett & Mozgawa

Bob Mould

Bob Mould, meanwhile, performed solo, but electric, and the set was basically the answer to the question, "What would it sound like if you took away bassist Jason Narducy and drummer Jon Wurster from a normal Bob Mould band set?" Indeed, Mould played at the same breakneck pace as always, running around the stage during solos as if he was hyping up his invisible band. The warmth of his vocals was discernible even beside his distorted guitar tones, whether burning through a Hüsker Dü song or solo material (my one gripe from the setlist: only one Sugar song, the chintzy classic "Hoover Dam"). "Out of Space...out of breath!" Mould proclaimed in triumph after finishing "Siberian Butterfly", nonetheless a reminder to himself to keep on going even when you're the one doing all the work.

Mould

Mould

Squirrel Flower

Local artist Squirrel Flower, the project of singer-songwriter Ella O'Connor Williams, opened up the night, playing what she said may be her last show in Chicago for a while. For one, drummer Jacob Getzoff is going to nursing school, an announcement that garnered rapturous applause from the crowd. Moreover, ever prolific, Williams shared she hopes to take a break from playing live and write and record, despite having released her most recent and best album Tomorrow's Fire (Polyvinyl) less than a year ago. I'm glad I got to catch Squirrel Flower now, then, each song from Tomorrow's Fire leveled up, the slowcore "Almost Pulled Away" becoming full-on shoegaze, the crunchy "Intheskatepark" featuring drums that could have been audible even at the expansive Canal Shores. If you really want to get a sense for what Squirrel Flower sounds like live, though, simply take a look at the project's discography from start to finish. In other words, the same artist who self-released the stark early winter songs from middle america in 2015 is now faithfully covering "Cortez the Killer". To clarify, Squirrel Flower played only original material for Williams' first ever show in Skokie. "I've only been up here to get bagels," Williams said. No word on whether she's a New York Bagel & Bialy or Kaufman's person.

Squirrel Flower

Squirrel Flower

[chiiyuuvv]

CAR DRIVE - MINJAE °

~~~~~~~~♡

"Minjae, I said I'm fine.." I whine, crossing my arms and pouting as he drags me to his car. "You've been inside studying all day! Take a break, you'll thank me later." Minjae says, grunting as I deadweight him.

"Please?" He pleads, giving me puppy eyes as he lightly drops my hand. "Fine.." I give in almost immediately, causing minjae to smile brightly. He holds my hand again, leading me to his car as he opens the door, lightly pushing me in and putting on my seatbelt.

"Jae, you dont have to this.." I laugh at his kind gestures, lightly shooing away his hand. He doesnt respond but smile softly, his cheeks turning to a light shade of pink. He gets into the driver's seat a few minutes later, plugging in his phone and turning on some music.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he buckles his seatbelt, his hands moving to the steering wheel. "..anywhere.." he answers after a while. "..away.." he smiles, turning on the car.

I smile back, leaning my head back against the seat and humming along with the song, looking out the window. "The clouds look really pretty.." I lightly trace it was my finger. "Yeah.." minjae says as we stop at a red light, turning to look at my direction.

Our eyes lock as I turn around, figuring he was looking at me and not the clouds. "What?" I ask innocently as minjae quickly avoids my glance, his cheeks going pink again. Raising my eyebrow, I slowly bring my finger to his cheek, poking it lightly.

"S-stop it! I'm driving!!" Minjae laughs as he waves my hand away, trying to focus on the road. I laugh too, dropping my head on his shoulder.

"Minjae.." I say softly as his breath hitches, letting out a nervous "hmm?"

"Thank you.." I smile genuinely as I close my eyes, wrapping my arm around his. "It's nothing.." he says softly, patting my head before putting his full attention on driving, turning up the music.

"Is there any song you want to listen to?" Minjae asks after a while, passing me his phone as I lift my head from his shoulder. I quickly type in my favorite song before placing the phone on my lap.

"This one?" His eyes widen as he points to his phone. I nod eagerly, cracking my neck as I prepare to scream the lyrics.

WHO GOT THE MOVES?!

LOOK AT MY SHOES!

We shout at the same time, looking at each other as we laugh loudly. We take turns busting out random dance moves, ignoring the weird looks we get from the other drivers.

"Okay okay!!" I laugh, shaking my hands as the song ends. "I think if I scream one more time I'm gonna lose my voice!" I exclaim, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath.

"I bet this is definitely better than studying to death." He says, smirking at me cutely as he wipes some sweat from his brows.

"N-no I just-"

"Just admit it," he smiles, laughing softly making me scoff. "Yeah yeah whatever," I roll my eyes playfully, looking out the window again. "Good~" he coos, continuing to drive.

The car comes to a stop a few moments later. "What are we doing?" I question, watching minjae get out of the car and walk around it, opening my door. "Come on," he offers his hand, holding it out as I unbuckle my seatbelt, grabbing it hesitantly.

As soon as I step out of the car he let's go of my hand, bring both of his to cover my eyes. "M-minjae!!" I shout fearfully, making minjae laugh. "It's alright.." he whispers. "Just follow me, okay?" I nod, following his movements.

After a couple seconds he brings his hands down. "You can open your eyes now.." my eyes flutter open, a gasp leaving my mouth as I watch the sunset. "What do you think..?" He steps beside me, his face filled with worry.

"I-it's beautiful.." I struggle to find words, as minjae smiles at my reaction. The pink hue slowly changes to orange, then purple as the sun goes down. Minjae sits on the grassy ground, tugging my hand softly.

I turn to him, smiling as I sit beside him, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "Do you remember when we first met?" He asks randomly, his eyes staring down me as I nod, laughing softly.

"We were at the park and I stuffed a crayon up my nose," I burst out laughing, wiping my eyes as I rethink that moment. "I still dont know why you did that.." minjae laughs lightly, shaking his head as he looks down at me.

"Minjae! The stars!" I point, my eyes lighting up as I look at the sky, my head resting on his shoulder. "It's so pretty.." I mutter, unaware that minjae was not looking at the stars, but at me.

"Yeah.." his eyes fill up with love as he moves some hair away from my face, smiling softly.

A/n: I felt so single while writing this

[cellythefloshie]

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So this, this snuck up on me a lot faster than I had anticipated. 500 of you? Following me? Crazy. It seems I have blinked and it happened so I'm going to be doing something a little different for the celebration this time - because I swear I just posted the last of my 300 follower appreciation.

Inspired by @senditcolton 's Hozier prompt list (she did such an amazing job with it and her blurbs so go check them out), I have made a prompt list of my favorite songs from a variety of artists. There are 10 songs, which means only 10 blurbs (which will probably be more along the lines of tiny fics compared to the blurbs I did for the 300-follower celebration). Headlining are my favorite lyrics, here is the Spotify playlist with all of the songs for you to enjoy.

Submit your claim for a specific lyric paired with a player (make sure to read my rules regarding who I write for before you submit). It is on. first come first serve basis for the sake of my own sanity because I know if I do more than 10 I'll still be writing them when I hit my next milestone. The list will be updated as the requests are received. *Prior to posting I shared my prompt list with some friends who wanted to assure Vince Dunn got his prompt. Therefore he will not be eligible for any prompt except for the one that has already been decided for him: Prompt 3, Can't Fight the Moonlight.

;; 500 Follower Celebration

The Night We Met - Nico Hischier I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Delicate - Freddie Andersen Phone lights up my nightstand in the black, come here; you can meet me in the back.

Can't Fight the Moonlight - Vince Dunn If you think that you won't fall, well just wait until the sun goes down.

Tainted Love - Ross ColtonI've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.

So Good - Adam Lowry Do I think about the one that got away? I know his name, I think about him every day.

Boyfriend - Mat Barzal What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, and he's not with you.

I Wanna Be Yours - Brandon HagelSecrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.

I Ain't Worried - Anthony Beauvillier I don't know what you've been told, but time is running out, no need to take it slow.

Everybody Talks - Gabe Landeskog It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed her.

Drops of Jupiter - Dallas Star of My Choice 👀 Jake Oettinger Was it everything you wanted to find, and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

And as always I'm going to wrap up this appreciation to shout out all of the lovely writers and readers who are such an important part of my little community! Every single one of them is talented and is just the sweetest of people so if you for some reason do not follow them already please do so.

@hagelpoint-3821 @starshine-hockey-girl @callsign-denmark @hischierdevils @wyattjohnston @laurenairay @luvmmarner @swissboyhisch @behoright @claireelle18 @midnightsnyx @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @manrocket-mo @txstars @senditcolton @equallyshaw @mp0625 @comphy-and-cozy @hoesforthecanes @puckmaidens @hockeyboysimagines @stlbluesbrat21 @iamveryborrrreddd

And I know I probably missed A LOT of people, so please be sure to check out @cellysbookshelf because I do my best to reblog all of the wonderful fics I read from this community that I couldn't be happier to be a part of.

[formula-red]

more, its never enough, making you a little bouquet

🌻 the change of pace along with the lyrics

🌼 i wanna get all dolled up with you <3

🌹i just want to scream and break everything whenever i hear this

🌷i just love this one way to much

🌻 omg that was amazing, it really reminded me of growing up and going to uni and then going back to my hometown for some reason, i loved "down we go while holding hands // if i fuck this up, i'm taking you down with me // too late now, lost track somehow // well if i fuck this up, i'm taking you down with me"

🌼 this song slayed hehehe, brb gonna go change into my fav dress

🌹 yessssssss a classic, just one of those songs you can shout at the top of your lungs. i wanna be driving my car away from the city with the windows down when i listen to this

🌷 yessss the kinks !!!!!!! the vibes are always so good, this is going on my throwback playlist <3333333

[alexkablob]

Emerald

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual, generally prefers girls.

Gender Headcanon: Cis girl

A ship I have with said character: Ruby/Emerald is my rarepair because they’re foils for each other and Ruby is highkey the real version of what Emerald thinks Cinder is. Also, she totally could have had a one-night stand with Vernal.

A BROTP I have with said character: Look, she started out intensely jealous of Mercury because he was competition for Cinder’s attention and he was an annoying ass, but then they became sort of begrudging coworkers and they still dragged each other but it was in more of a Vitriolic Best Buds kind of way…and then suddenly they were living in Literal Hell and they were both the only normal people there and Work Friend Accidentally Became Real Friend and they became highkey protective of each other. This is the first mutually-healthy relationship either of them have ever had and they’re both somewhat confused as to how it happened, and also oh no I might seriously end up shipping Em/Merc by the time v6 is over oh god I never wanted this—

A NOTP I have with said character: Look I’m Very Fascinated By Emerald And Cinder’s Dynamic And I Enjoy Writing About It But I’ve Seen People Shipping Them As A Healthy Relationship And This Really Weirds Me Out Because Holy Crap This Is The Most Toxic Abusive Unbalanced Relationship Ever, Emerald Please Realize You Don’t Mean Anything To Her And Get Out Of There

A random headcanon: This is less random and more like, the foundation of my interpretation of her, but…Emerald’s deepest secret is that underneath the bitter cynical beaten-down exterior that her life has forced her to develop…she’s actually just as much of a hopeless romantic as Ruby is. She wants to be the plucky urchin antihero saved swept off her feet by a hero who will take care of her and love her the way she’s always wanted someone to…and Cinder realized this, and exploited it ruthlessly

General Opinion over said character: As y’all all know, Emerald is like, 110% My Exact Character Type.

[mentallyillbutokay]

OBEY ME MUSIC HEADCANONS

𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 + 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙊

[𝘼/𝙉: 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙈𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 & 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨!!]

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Lucifer

-> Definitely Opera

-> But on quieter days, he listens to White Noise (its not even music, but Lucifer would spends hours listening to White Noise)

-> Mans can never catch a break, so the likelihood of him actually sitting down and having a peaceful evening is definitely unlikely

Mammon

-> Rock

-> Occasionally Heavy Metal

-> Imagine he's out driving, probably pissed off with Lucifer, and he starts shouting out lyrics which don't even make sense but to Mammon, it's like a stress relief

-> You might also catch him listening to Twice, it's a hidden liking because everybody expects Mammon to be some scary demon, but in reality he knows like A LOT of K-Pop songs, that he randomly hums while counting his money

Levi

-> Anime openings

-> And K-Pop songs, like too much for one person to know

-> Karaoke is his prime time to shine, he's belting his heart out

-> But he does go into hiding for a good few months if he's caught singing along in his bedroom

Satan

-> Jazz, because he radiate the energy

-> Some nice slow Jazz in the background while reading his latest bought novel

-> It also helps him to release the tension and anger in his body

Asmo

-> Again, probably pop/k-pop/j-pop really, he lives for them all

-> Livestreams himself singing and dancing to Twice songs, dressed in flamboyant outfits

-> I think he doesn't really like rock or any depressing songs because they always disgust him, but maybe after a heartbreak he'd choose something melancholy

Beel

-> Definitely songs with a good beat to them

-> Not really a lyric person, he prefers sound with a rhythm so that he can workout to a steady beat

-> I'm going to say it's canon that he'll listen to a lullaby before going to bed, it helps him to sleep (bonus points if sheep!MC jumps over him so he can count sheep)

Belphie

-> Not really a music lover

-> Probably the occasional heavy metal song can be heard coming from the attic, this is when he starts belting out lyrics Satan has written about their hate for Lucifer

-> Prefers to sleep in silence, but he'll listen to lullabies whenever Beel puts them on

Diavolo

-> Taylor Swift

-> I'm not taking any criticisms here

-> This man is an avid Swiftie once he heard about her in the human world

-> Barb has to put up with his same shit every day, like I mean the same song on repeat, I feel bad for Barb

Barbatos

-> Honestly, I don't think this man listens to music

-> Like at all

-> He prefers silence

Simeon

-> Not so much songs, but harp playing

-> It's very angelic and beautiful to him, no lyrics interrupting the gentle playing

-> Gonna say its canon he purchased a harp to practise on, but he realised how difficult it was to play

Luke

-> K-Pop stan

-> He secretly enjoys whenever Asmo invites him to sing along to Twice & IZ*ONE

-> Although, he feels at ease to sit beside Simeon and listen to harps playing

-> He likes whatever Simeon likes, let's be honest

Solomon

-> Metal

-> I never really liked Solomon, but him with tattoos and listening to metal is one of the hottest things I could ever imagine

-> The occasional Twice song will pop into his head (blame Asmo for that)

Thirteen

-> Her favourite song is CPR (no, I will not be taking criticisms)

-> She prefers pop music to anything else, but she'll given all genres a chance

-> She also likes metal (hangs out with Mammon too much)

Mephisto

-> Lmfao, you think this dude likes music?

-> No no, he records Diavolo talking and he listens to that

-> Although, let's be honest, if Mephisto admires Diavolo that much, he will listen to whatever Diavolo listens to and then try to start up a conversation with him about the music

Raphael

-> He likes silence

-> Thinks that any genre of music is disgraceful

-> He will happily sit alone and enjoy the comfortable silence that surrounds him

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie's love is undeniable.

Papa!Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

The next chapter in my Papa Eddie series. Thanks for reading. Oh I'm tagging @mrsjaderogers because I think you would like this series.

Warnings: +18 Language, abandonment issues, oral, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: As things progress Eddie realizes he hasn't fully healed from Tina. And he works with you as you go through the ringer too.

Chapter 4: Abandoned

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The drive home was filled with laughs and stolen glances. Erika had taken over the radio playing a mixture of New Kids on the Block and Michael Jackson. It was funny because the music wasn't really Eddie's taste. But he found himself tapping along to a few of the songs. He liked seeing you sing along with Erika. Your variety of music astounded him. It made him want to branch out just a bit. It wasn't the lyrics that deterred him from that type of music. It was the instrumentals. He very much preferred to head bang than to jive or hop around flaying his limbs about. But if he was honest with himself, he really didn't know how to dance. Awkward stiff movements were all he could conjure when he would practice alone in front of his bedroom mirror.

When you guys pulled into a gas station somewhere in Lafayette, you had decided to teach Eddie some moves. You guys got out of the car when Eddie pumped gas. You had blasted You Got It. Erika was dancing with Rosie and you had his hands trying to rock him side to side. He shook his head at you and smile.

"Try this Eddie." You said letting go of his hands.

He watched you move your legs into a pendulum swing. Eddie looked over to Erika doing the same thing.

" Uhh I can't do that sweetheart."

" Just try Eddie."

And he did. But he knew he looked ridiculous.

" Okay. Okay. Just move your hips." You said while putting your hands on his hips. " Just roll them to the beat."

Eddie liked how you held him. Your smile made his heart melt. When there was a small breakdown you got closer and touched his lower half with yours. Rolling your body into his. Then as soon as it was over you pulled back and started to do The Snake. He just stood there watching you having so much fun. You went to Rosie and Erika and started dancing with them. Pulling them closer to Eddie so that the four of you could dance together. This moment instantly became a core memory for him. As the song ended all of you stood there laughing. Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.

"God you make me so happy sweetheart."

" Only returning the favor honey."

" Eww. Enough with the PDA guys."

" Sinclair I swear, I will leave you here."

...

Eddie spent the last few days of his vacation with you and Rosie. At least as much as he could. You had returned to work the following day you guys got back from the concert. Your shift had changed and now you were working 16 hour nights with Wayne. Eddie was lucky enough to get a spot on the morning shift because of Rosie. But now he barely saw you. In the morning Eddie would arrive at work while you and his uncle were leaving. A quick kiss on the cheek was all you have been giving him for weeks. The only days he saw you were Sundays. You guys would go outside and make snowmen and take Rosie sledding. Trying to spend most of the day with each other.

One day he was called in to cover a shift Saturday night. He was excited because he was gonna see you all night and you could come over after and sleep with him. However, the night was going to be spent in the hospital.

Eddie was on his machine when he saw a commotion. All he heard was your name and he went running. When he got there you were on your knees.

" YOU. CALL 911." You said pointing at one of the workers.

"WAYNE! MR. MUNSON ARE YOU OK!" You said shaking him.

You looked up and told someone to get you the first aid kit.

" EVERYONE BACK UP." You shouted

Eddie was frozen. He watched as you gave his uncle CPR. You looked up at him quickly and looked back down.

" SOMEONE GET EDDIE A CHAIR BEFORE HE PASSES OUT!" You said before giving Wayne mouth to mouth.

Someone led Eddie just far away enough to find a seat. His face was in his hands. And for 30 long minutes you pumped Wayne's chest until the EMT's finally came. You came and squatted in front of him.

" Eddie....He had a heart attack."

Eddie's eyes were glossed over. He didn't know what to do or say.

" Come baby. Let's go. We need to go to the hospital."

All he could do was nod.

...

His uncle came home a few days later. Eddie was allowed to take family leave in order to take care of him. He moved Rosie's crib out to the living room so his uncle could take the bedroom. He made sure that his uncle rested as much as he could. Eddie found himself crying himself to sleep every night. In the morning when you got off you would bring all of them breakfast. Checking on Wayne. You would sit with him and talk until you were too tired to talk.

Eddie was getting jealous at the time you spent comforting his uncle. Was he not important enough for you to comfort too? Did you not see how almost losing his uncle affected him? His irrational thoughts consumed him. He became distant from you. He didn't really want to but he couldn't help but feel left behind. Again.

You had noticed his change and you decided to act. You got Erika and Max to stay and take care of Rosie and Wayne while you and Eddie went for a drive. You drove out to Lake Jordan. Your original plan was to go to lovers lake but you didn't want to bring up any terrible memories for him.

As you parked you guys just sat there listening to music. Eddie and you moved to your backseat and cuddled.

" I missed you Eddie. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending time with you and Rosie. I know it's hard right now with my schedule. But I promise. I'll be here more. I'll be here for you more. Whatever you need okay. Just tell me."

Eddie was quiet for a second. " I need you to kiss me."

You move to pull his face down, kissing him gently. Too gently. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to straddle him, his grip was firmly on your ass. He lifted his hips and rocked yours against him. He started to kiss you harder when you pulled away.

" What?"

" Eddie."

He tried to kiss you again pulling your neck hard to him smashing his lips to yours.

" Eddie stop!" You pushed him away and got off.

He huffed. What? Now you don't want him?

" Eddie please....we can't...not like this."

" Why not like this? What's wrong with having sex in a car?" His voice was cold and harsh.

" There's nothing wrong with having sex in a car. It's just having sex. You're not ok."

" Why not?! Am I that repulsive? Or what?! Do you like my uncle or something?"

" Eddie no..." You said just above a whisper.

" Then why can't you just fuck me? We've been seeing each other for 2 months now and this is the closest we ever got."

" Is this how you want our first time to be? Does making love to me not as important to you as it is to me?"

" Are you fucking kidding me y/n?!"

" Eddie please. Just talk to me. I can't keep doing this."

Eddie scoffed. " Right. Just fucking leave like everyone else."

" Wait no. That's not what I meant."

" Whatever" he said while getting out of the car stomping off.

He stopped at the lake when he heard your footsteps. He wanted to punch something. He knew how he spoke to you was wrong. But he just couldn't handle everything that was going on. Tears threaten to leave his eyes. Why was everyone leaving him? Did he not matter? Did no one really care? What was the point of surviving if this was what was waiting for him?

" Eddie...please."

Your pleading voice only made him angrier.

" Y/n just fucking go! I don't want this anymore."

" No."

" YES! JUST FUCKING LEAVE. THERE'S NO POINT OF DRAGGING THIS OUT."

"I'm sorry, but no."

"GOD DAMNIT Y/N! JUST LEAVE NOW. LEAVE SO THAT I CAN JUST GET OVER YOU."

" Why? Why I would leave?"

"BECAUSE EVERYONE DOES ALRIGHT!"

You were quiet. As he continued to vent.

" My mom left me, my dad took off on me. All my friends went. My uncle tried. Rosie is gonna leave when she gets older. Tina....fucking Tina left me. And sooner or later, when you get tired of me too. You'll leave just like her. GOD! What was so wrong with me that she fucking left me like that? How could she leave me like that? How could she leave Rosie? What kind of mother just abandons her kid like that? Why would she just abandon me?"

Your lip quivered. And your breath shuddered. It was clear that you weren't the problem. Everyone kept leaving him. But it wasn't like most of them did it maliciously, he just felt like they did.

" Do you still love Tina?"

"What?! How can you ask me that?! I HATE HER! I fucking hate her! I hate her for leaving Rosie. I hate her for leaving us." He turned to you, but you were looking at the ground.

" If she hadn't left. Or if she came back? Would you be happy?"

Eddie had thought about that a lot. He always pictured what his life would be like if Tina would have stayed. He had a ring for her and everything. But she changed after a few months of being pregnant. He had returned the ring when Rosie was born. But he still loved her. He hoped that one day she would come back for so long. But then you came around being this perfect person that he never knew existed. Things changed for him. He no longer pictured Tina with him. It was you who was a part of his dreams. You who he was crazy about. You who was right for him. You who he wanted to be Rosie's mom. But what if she did come back? What if she decided to be a part of their lives again? Would he let you go, just so Rosie could get to know her real mom? Could he really take that chance and lose you?

"Eddie it's fine ok. I get it. If Bastian was alive and his dad gave an actual fuck about him then maybe we could work it out. For the sake of Bastian....I know what this feels like okay. People left me too. But you can't blame yourself for that...if Thomas loved me he would have stayed. If he loved Bastian he would have come to the funeral. And the same goes for Tina. She would have been here for Rosie. She would have been here for you. But she wasn't. I'm here. I love you. And I love that little girl with all my heart....I wish she was ours....but she's not. I promise you though. I will love her like she is mine. Because she already feels like that to me...but if Tina does come back...and she wants to be a mom...then I won't stand in the way...if you choose her then that's okay. But just know that I love you too. Do you think that I would just give up without a fight? Well, I will fight with everything I have because you need someone to. I'm not just gonna go away...I'm not just gonna leave. I'm not like anyone else that has. So don't you dare think that of me....and if you really want me to leave...if you really don't love me...then just say it now. Because... Because I can't stay on the side lines waiting for you for when you eventually find that you don't love me. I won't."

He didn't know what to say. No one has ever said anything remotely close to what you just said to him. He believed every word he said until you spoke. Why did he have to meet Tina before he met you? Then Rosie or Bastian would have been your guy's. And he wouldn't have felt this way. But he decided here and now that Rosie was yours. He was yours. No more questioning of what ifs or doubting you. Your love for him was unmatched. And his love for you was undeniable. He vowed to make sure you would never doubt his love for you ever again.

...

Christmas was just around the corner and Eddie spent every last dime he had saved to get you and Rosie the perfect gift. Matching mother and daughter gold necklaces and a 2 night stay at the Four Seasons hotel in Indianapolis. He thought for a moment that maybe all of it was too much and too fast. But he would be him if he wasn't dramatic in some way or another.

You had an array of gifts for him and Rosie. One for everyday of the month. It was halfway through December when you surprised him with a painfully fun gift. Eddie sat there holding your hand as the tattoo gun pierced his skin. It didn't hurt, he just liked touching you.

He got the latin words Amor vincit omnia on his inner bicep. As he was finished he looked in the mirror. You just behind him smiling.

" Love conquers all sweetheart."

" It sure does."

He turned and pulled you in for a hug. " Ready for your's?

You lifted up to your toes and kissed him softly. "Ready Freddy."

" Uhh for the last time it's Eddie." He teased and kissed you again.

You went and sat down in the chair. Holding out your arm tugging at your bottom lip.

" Alright man. Don't hurt my girl too much. Or we will have words."

Eddie left gentle kisses on your matching tattoo doing his best to soothe your soreness.

" Eddie it really doesn't hurt. I have enough fat there, my arm could be considered a wing. I swear if I caught some air I could fly."

Eddie frowned. " Why do you talk about yourself like that? Don't you know how damn beautiful you are? Do you really think I would care about how you look?"

" I...it's just something I did in order to not let anyone's words hurt me. I figured if I can make fun of myself. It wouldn't hurt so much when others do."

Eddie shot up and looked around the shop. " Who dares talk about my girl like that? Huh? Who wants a can of whoop ass?"

You laughed. " Eddieeee"

" y/n" he said mimicking your whine. " Listen pretty lady. I don't ever want to hear you say bad things about yourself. You're exquisite in every shape and form. I swear."

" You have a heart of gold Eddie. Don't ever change okay."

"Never."

...

Christmas Eve started out so great. You, Rosie, and Wayne were in the living room waiting for Eddie to finish wrapping his gift to you. Why didn't he do it earlier wasn't even a question. Why was that? Because he was such a procrastinator and he got distracted so easily.

It didn't help things when you had finally gotten back to the same shift as him. He and Rosie were with you all the time now. It was damn near impossible to get to wrap your gift. Especially when you would distract him with your lips and body. Every night things would get hot and heavy between the pair of you. But always stop before getting there. It wasn't as if you guys were gonna have sex with Rosie so close by. But it was bound to happen when he took you to Indianapolis. He had it all planned out. He bought candles and fake rose peddles to set the mood for it. He had bought a huge pack of condoms ribbed for your pleasure of course. Though he knew he didn't need that to make you...well you know. But he had to make sure he gave you the best you have ever had. Because he just knew you were going to be his. He dreamed of the heaven between your legs. How fuckin warm you would be. If your body gave any indication on how warm you were. It was definitely going to burn him. In a good way.

As he put the last piece of tape on the medium size box, he smiled at how well he did. Sure it wasn't perfect like how you wrapped yours but he tried. And he knew you would love it anyway because he put in the effort.

" Alright, here we go." He mumbled to himself.

When he walked down the small hall he saw you sitting with Rosie in your lap smothering her with kisses. Eddie had accidentally tripped over one of Rosie's toys. He almost went down but he caught himself. He stood up straight and laughed. He noticed you were looking at him shaking your head.

That's when he heard it. Rosie had started mumbling something that in any normal circumstances would have been absolutely perfect. But the look on your face told him that you were not okay with what Rosie just said.

Eddie and Wayne froze at Rosie's half words half mumbles. Eddie could see your chest heaving and your hands start to shake.

"W-wayne....t-take her...I-I'm-I'm gonna drop her."

Wayne who was the closest to you immediately took her. You had gotten up and ran outside. Eddie's feet had a mind of their own and went to chase after you.

He was right behind you in a matter of seconds. You had your head between your knees trying to breathe.

" Y/n she doesn't know what shes saying. Please baby don't freak out." Eddie tried his best to calm you.

He went in front of you lifting you up so you could look at him. Your forehead was lined with sweat and your eyes were red from the tears.

" Common sweetheart. Rosie doesn't know what shes saying."

" It's not that Eddie. It's me okay. It's me."

" What are you talking about? Talked to me."

I- I...I just wasn't ready for her to call me that. I- I never thought she would... Of course I wanted it...I just didn't expect it so soon."

Eddie hugged you. " Why wouldn't she call you that? That's who you are to her...You're her mom.. or mum as Rosie would say."

" Don't you think that it might be too soon for her to see me as that."

" Why would it be? If she wants to see you as her mom then so be it. I know I already do. And I'm glad she sees it too"

...

During the drive to Indianapolis you guys listened to Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and The Scorpions. He found out during the ride that The Scorpions were your favorite band. He swore he was falling in love with you all over again with each song that played. You knew every lyric and always told him about the favorite part of the song you like. Explain when the first time you heard it. You guys exchange past stories about yourselves filling up the long drive. As you two sang along to Eddie's favorite song he looked over to you and saw the necklace he bought you resting between your cleavage. You were so beautiful. He only wished you guys had taken your car so you could sit close to him. He now cursed his van for having a gap between you two.

When you guys got to the hotel and got the keys you went to the elevator. As soon as you stepped out you gave him a look.

" Race you." You said before taking off down the hallway.

" Hey! You cheater!" Eddie yelled running after you.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back so he could get in front of you. He knew he was faster so he held back just a bit. The halls were filled with laughter and the sounds of shuffling. You were almost at the door when he grabbed you to pull you into a kiss. Moving you just a bit to be the first one at the door.

He touched it and looked down at you.

" I win."

" Hey no fair. You can't use your lips. Now that's cheating."

He smiled kissing you again.

"Well of kissing you makes me a cheater. Then I'm a damn cheater.... Common sweetheart. Let's get ready for dinner."

Eddie brought his nicest shirt and slacks. Borrowing a pair of his uncle's dress up shoes. He was pulling on his leather jacket when you came out of the restroom. You were wearing this beautiful black velvet dress that hugged you in all the right places. It came down to your knees and you wore 3 inch black heels. You also had on a matching cardigan with your hair pinned up. You looked stunning.

You guys had went to a fancy restaurant. But as you sat there looking at the menu you had no idea what the hell any of it was beside the salad that had some fancy cheese on it.

" Eddie...What's Bouillabaisse?"

" I uhhh think it's bologna soup."

" 46 bucks for bologna soup?! Oh god... Eddie...could we just get a hot dog or something?"

Eddie sighed in relief. " Thank you. The only thing I could make out was the chocolate cake."

Eddie stood up and pulled out a 20, leaving it on the table for the drinks. You shook your head because you guys only had water. But Eddie shrugged and held out his arm for you.

" M'lady."

You smiled taking it. You guys found a small vender just a few blocks over. Eddie scarfed down 3 brats while you were working on your second one. He saw that you were shivering. He put down his fourth dog and pulled off his jacket slinging it around your shoulders.

" Thanks honey."

Eddie kissed your temple and held you with one arm as he worked on his bratwurst.

" Do you think ants hibernate during the winter?"

" Huh? I don't know. Maybe. I have never seen them in the winter. Why do you ask?"

" I don't know. Just a random thought I had." Eddie chuckled.

"Do you always have random thoughts like that?"

" Yeah all the time. I just don't voice them. I don't want anyone to think I'm weird."

" Eddie your curiosity isn't weird. I like it." You turned to him and smiled.

You had a little bit of mustard on the corner of your mouth. Eddie wiped it with his thumb putting it in his mouth. He saw you bit your lip watching him. His watch went off. He looked at it and it was midnight.

" Happy new year sweetheart." He said before kissing you. " Let's go back to the room yeah?"

You nodded and finished your food, tossing your trash. You walked back to his van holding hands. He opened the door for you giving you another passionate kiss before closing the door. Eddie made his way around the van adjusting himself so the his boner wouldn't stand out too much.

Eddie waited in his boxers under the blankets for you. He had the urge to put on a shirt but he remembered that night with you in his restroom. When you came out you had your hair in a high bun and in sweats. He couldn't wait to get you out of them. When you climbed in he kissed you again. His hands wondered everywhere. It wasn't until he tried to touch you lower when you grabbed his hand.

" Eddie we can't... I'm on my period."

Eddie threw his head back in frustration. " Fuck!... I'm gonna get a towel."

You grabbed his wrist. "No honey. Please can we just wait. I don't want to cover you in blood. That's just gross."

" Have you met me? I'm the living personification of gross." He said while he belched and blew the air away from you and pretended to scratch his ass. He tried to fart but it wasn't happening.

You laughed so hard that you snorted. You covered your nose and mouth right after.

" Oh baby that's so cute." He said kissing you again.

He kissed down your neck and tries to touch you again. But you stopped him.

" No honey. Please...I know..I want you too. But I don't want to do it like this."

" I don't care if your bleeding."

" Yeah but I do."

" Okay but I swear the moment you stop. Wherever we our, it's happening."

You and Eddie grinned at each other. Eddie laid down on his back and he looked down as his tent. He then looked at you. You were on your side smiling looking at it. Eddie felt your hand sneaking it's way under the blanket to touch him. He closed his eyes when you did. His hips bucked under your touch. You then pulled down his boxers under his balls and held his dick gently stroking him.

He let out a low, rough groan as your grip got tighter. You suddenly took your hand off and he opened his eyes to look at you. You sat up and pulled the blanket off. You went to kneel between his legs. His eyes were saucers when you licked your lips.

" Y-you don't have to-"

"Shhh. I'm not going to let you get blue balls because of me." You pressed your finger to his lips.

You removed your hand and grabbed him again spitting on the tip and stroked him slowly, spreading your saliva over it's entirety. You brought your mouth down to leave a soft kiss on his head. Eddie could feel your hot breath and he shuddered. His whole body trembled when you gave him one long lick from the bottom of his base to his red tip, licking up his precum and swirling your tongue around it. His eyes rolled back when you took him into your mouth.

"S-shit."

It blew his mind when you took him half way. He felt the bed move and saw you adjusting yourself to a comfortable position on your stomach. Your eyes were closed as to took the rest of him. Your warm wet mouth felt so good he could have cum in just seconds. He felt your throat tightened as your gag reflex kicked in. You let up for just a second to catch your breath. But then you went back in. Taking all of him again.

Eddie saw tears falling from the corners of your eyes. He cupped your face while wiping your tears away. You really couldn't take all of him but being the good girl you are you did. You hollowed out your checks and your head bobbed at the perfect pace.

" Fuck y/n... G-god you're so good.. it feels so good.

The sounds of lewd slurping and his grunts bounced off the walls. A mixture of palm and tongue set Eddie to the edge. His need to cum became too dire now. His balls clenched as you took him in one last time. Stopping at his base with your nose in his little curly hairs. He held your head in place as his load shot into your throat. You moaned as he did, making him fall into complete bliss.

You let him come down from his high before relieving him of your mouth. He watched in aww as you swallowed his cum and wiping your bottom lip.

" Good?" You said breathlessly

"Jesus H Chris! Are you kidding me? That was just...fuck!...How in the hell did you make me cum in" he looked at his watch." Fuck! In only 3 minutes.....baby I swear I last longer than that."

You giggled and you sat up fixing his boxers. He sat up to kiss you but you stopped him.

" No I gotta brush my teeth."

" Uhhh no. You gotta kiss me." He said pulling you for a deep one.

" Ok honey. Can I brush my teeth now?" You asked after he pulled away.

He nodded and you smiled getting up. When you came back out Eddie was fast asleep. You laughed to yourself and got into bed with him. He turned so that he could spoon you.

He mumbled an 'I love you' before he went back to sleep.

" I love you too honey."

The next day you gave him 3 more blow jobs. One in the morning. One after lunch, and one before bed. He was absolutely spent. That thing you did with your tongue and your hand at the same time had him speechless. Even on the drive home you made him pull over so you could give him one in the back. You made him cum twice that time. He wanted to cum again but, this time you took your time with him. Teasing so much that it hurt, but in a fun way. After his second release, you said that you missed Rosie. He did too. So he picked up his pants as you went to the passenger seat. He smacked your ass before you sat down. You yelped and giggled. You flipped open the mirror to wipe your cheeks from the tears that stained them.

" Why do you take it all if you choke?"

" Because I am not a quitter and I love how squirmy you get when I take it all. The sounds and faces you make are worth the sore throat."

Eddie tilted his head and raised his eyebrows with a smirk across his lips. " Oh you like making me squirm? Just you wait sweetheart..."

...

When you guys got back to his trailer. You picked up Rosie and held her so close to your chest.

" Hey sweet girl! I missed you so much."

Eddie came to hug her too but she pushed him away and buried her face in your neck.

Eddie grabbed his heart and fell to the ground.

" Oh no princess. What happened to your daddy? We gotta save him."

Eddie played dead and he could feel you get close to him.

" Give daddy a kiss. Maybe, a kiss from a princess will wake him."

Eddie peaked to see you holding Rosie over him. She was puckering her lips to kiss him. When she did he shot his eyes open and sat up. Making Rosie laugh.

" You've brought me back princess. But, I'm weak. I need a kiss from another princess."

Rosie smacked your chest lightly trying to get you to kiss him. " M-mum, mum..."

" Okay sweet girl. I'll give daddy a kiss. But then he has to promise to love us forever."

Rosie looked at him with raised brows.

Eddie gasped. " Mommy should know I will always love you too."

He looked at you and smiled. Your sweet soft smile made his heart race. He knew you liked what he said from the happy tears forming in your eyes. You leaned over and kissed him with such love that he swore it really did bring him back to life. He jumped up right after making Rosie scream and giggle.

" See princess. You and mommy saved me." He said picking her up and helping you stand.

He held both of you, sharing kisses between the pair of you.

" My girls."

...

After that day Rosie got chicken pox. Since Eddie never had it, you took care of both of them when you could. Eddie still didn't get to have you like he wanted. Even after a month and a half. Things just kept coming up and he was getting extremely impatient.

...

Before he knew it, it was the middle of February and you, him, and Rosie were walking through the cemetery. It was the anniversary of your son's passing. You had asked Eddie to come and of course he did. You stopped at a small gravestone and put down your son's teddy bear. Eddie put Rosie down and held her hand and you kneeled down next to her.

" Rosie, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Rosie. And this is Eddie baby." You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

" She's your new sister Bastian. Hey bud... I brought you something." Eddie said while pulling a toy car out of his pocket. " It's uhh a black and yellow Hot Bird. It's a really cool car little guy."

Eddie bent down and put the hot wheel car on the small stone. " I wish I could've met you little guy....I promise to take care of your mommy."

Eddie stood up and you picked up Rosie. He held both of you kissing the crown of your head.

" Thank you for bringing us sweetheart."

" Thank you for coming."

" Any time sweetheart. Whenever you want to come with us, just ask and we will come. Always."

...

@salenorona23 @b-irock @browneyes528

[nochuvalencia]

𝐁 𝐁 𝐇 𝐌 𝐌 - jjk

I was basically inspired by these ^^^ pics of jk bc wow hot hi

⚠️ ALSO QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be terrible but enjoy anyway. ⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: reader x crimeboss!jk

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: bitch you better have his money.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: ABSOLUTE SMUTTY FILTH heh angst too ig

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 11.9k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: long haired tatted jk, that’s it, that’s the warning, uh kinda sketchy plot hsjsjsj, WOW ANGST ASF at the beginning tho, dub!con towards the middle don’t hurt me, fuck or die ig, gunplay????? yeah????? jks BLATANT OVERUSE of pet names, dacryphillia, major-ish character death, describing the injuries on a dead body, jk has a sir kink ig??? um excessive over exaggerated choking bc jks hands yum, explicit seggs, rough jk, he’s kinda mean, dom!jk, sub!reader, oral m&f receiving (facefucking on both ends), coochie sniff if you squint, coochie slaps if u squint too, spanking, OVERSTIMULATION, unprotected seggs, degradation, he calls her a bitch once idk, other bad names, praise too ig, jk gives an ultimatum, SLIGHT aftercare, he kinda like switches from flirty to murderous like a bunch of times it’s kinda weird, jk has an impossibly huge shlong obv, contemplating death, super mature themes, reader is a BIG fucking crybaby, overuse of the word fuck, corruption kink at the end if u squint super hard, also DUB!CON in case you didn’t see it, at this point I should just write what it doesn’t have

“If you’re not out of my house in 3.4 seconds, I'm dragging you out by the testicles” you uttered, your alarmingly calm voice laced with raw brutality as hot tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your arm outstretched and pointed toward the blinding light of the hallway that contrasted with your dark bedroom. You said nothing more, with your eyes trained angrily at one of the four blank tan walls nearby, not possibly being able to bear speaking to or sparing a glance into the eyes of a cheating whore. The woman you had just caught him with scurried past you wearily, a terrified and confused glint in her eyes as she passed your frigid frame sans underwear, with her sparkly silver pumps dangling from her fingers and a wrinkly silver dress hanging limply from the clutches of her other hand. The man in question shuffled cautiously around the bed, clutching the exposed parts of his body and approaching you with extreme hesitation and outstretched hands, as if trying to calm the already blazing flames of your fury. He laid a cold, rough hand on your shoulder squeezing softly, a motion that once brought you comfort but only added the all consuming hatred that bubbled up inside you akin to ravenous bile filling up the pit of your belly. “Did you not hear what I said? Get out.” You spat, glossy eyes still pointed toward anything but him.

“____ please” he croaked, like the slimy frog he truly was, his voice dripping in false agony which only neared you closer to the brink of undoubtedly committing an act of extreme violence against that man. “Please baby it wasn’t-'' you blanked. He was about to make an excuse. A stupid, rediculous, horrible, completely false excuse which you had absolutely no patience to hear. So you snapped, harshly shrugging your shoulder and sending his arm flying back to his side. He stepped back, ceasing his incessant chatter as he stared at you, a surprised expression painting his “pained” features. He wasn’t accustomed to you acting like this, you were never one to raise your voice or act out in any sort of way so he stood there, eyes widened in dumbfounded silence and you took this chance, bending down, scooping up as much of his discarded clothing as you possibly could and throwing it in his face, your rage bubbling over into something much more carnal as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and leave!” He scrambled to catch as many clothes as he could and was taken aback by your abrupt outburst. He stood silent once again though this time, he was making the face he often made when forcing himself to cry. It was the face he made around his mother to get out of family responsibilities. The face he made around his friends when guilt tripping them into buying him drinks, and now he's using it for you. To guilt you into taking pity on his pathetic actions which merely was the catalyst for your unforgiving violence. In an instant you were behind him, heaving him out of the door with your bare hands, pushing with all your might, using the immense pain coursing through your limbs as motivation to drive his beefy frame further and further out of the bedroom, down the hallway, into the living room and closer to the door yelling “I said leave! Leave! Now!” Pushing harder and harder with every word you choked out. The tears began to flow faster, clouding and distorting your vision as your face contorted into an expression of pure anguish until finally, he was forced out of the open doorway and into the main hallway of your apartment building. You promptly slammed the door in his face and the only thought traveling though your mind was ‘thank god she left that door open’ because you wouldn’t have been able to force him through it otherwise.

You stood silently for a few seconds, back to the door, face still slick with tears as the cool wood on your back shook senselessly with every beat of his fist and muffled shout of his voice crying phrases like “____ open the fuking door!” , “this is my apartment too baby come on” and other variations of the sort. Your mind was empty while you remained there, letting the harsh reality sink in like the slowest molasses. You allowed that man, that pig, to take 10 years of your life. 10 years of your prime. 10 years that you'll never get back no matter how much you beg and plead for it. Come to think of it, you had shaped your entire life around him. His influence was there no matter how much you wished it wasn’t. His residue staining your life like the blackest ink of which you would never be able to rid yourself. At the surfacing of these thoughts, you’d finally broke down and cried, like ugly cried. Broken heaves and sobs escaped your throat until you felt like you were suffocating as you slid down the door, not caring if he heard your wails and whines of torment on the other side of the polished mahogany. You actually hoped he did hear, you wanted him to hear the anguish and grief he put you through. You wanted him to hear you cry out all of your attachment and love for him until there was none left, so he knows the tears flowing from your body hold all of the affection you harbor for him. All ten years of attraction flowing out in a gigantic tsunami of grief that can only end in a new start.

Your mind played through all the memories, and the small amount of good times you had with each other while you sobbed mercilessly, also coming to the realization that he never did anything for you. Ever since you were 14 you’d been changing everything about yourself for him, while he merely lived his life, dragging you along like a supportive little puppy and rewarding you with cheap token gifts and mediocre sex once in a blue moon.

He wanted to attend university in your hometown so you abandoned your dream school, which accepted you, to attend a closer college. He made the decision to study abroad, so you had to drop everything and move to Australia for him. He wanted to wait to have kids so you froze your fucking eggs for him. He got a great new job at a large company in Asia, so you dropped everything again and moved to South Korea. You learned Korean for him. You have the same friends as him. You even cut a few family members off because he was “uncomfy” around them. He wouldn’t even go down on you because it also made him ‘uncomfy’, which should’ve been a red flag from the start. You did all of this bullshit in the haze of love. The promise that he’d reciprocate all of it in affection and adoration, which he didn’t, and now you’re sitting in your living room bawling your brains out because you were too lovestruck to see the signs.

After sobbing hysterically for what seemed like hours, you’d sat limply in front of your door, slouching back onto it as if it were a plush armchair and staring blankly into space, your mind completely empty. Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted beyond belief, you leaned forward, groaning in anguish as your tired muscles cried out in distress after being immobile for more than four hours. Crawling over to the couch, you tiredly flung your nearly paralyzed body onto the soft cushions with a sigh, not even bothering to pull the fluffy throw blanket over your body as your entire frame began to steadily shut down. Before your eyes completely shut, you caught a glimpse of the clock perched on the wooden tv stand which read 11:11 and scoffing quietly as you thought to yourself, ‘I thought that was supposed to mean good luck’ and you gave in to the delicious expanse of slumber.

You were startled awake by the incessant pounding of your now ex-boyfriends fist on the door, again. For the past 4 days since you’d forced him out, he’d show up outside your door at the ass crack of dawn just banging on the door profusely, as if that would persuade you to open it an inch. He had a schedule, he’d come at 5am, before he went off to work, then at 12:30 on his lunch break, then again at 9:45 just to make you miserable before you went to bed. You’re actually surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the landlords yet. You tossed the blanket off of your sticky body, kicking and thrashing wildly due to the annoyance caused by that nuisance.

You cried more times than you can count during these last 4 days, especially during the times he would attempt to win you over with sappy shit like “baby, you’re my everything, you’re all i’ve ever wanted”, the lyrics to one of your favorite songs or, “you’re my forever ____, you can’t just throw 10 years away babe” to which you cried about for 3 hours after he’d said it, after realizing that he actually wasted 10 fucking years of your life. Anger bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the repetitive banging of his fist and at this point you had enough and came to the decision it was finally time to pack his shit. Stomping into the living room, you grabbed a necessary box of bags that sat on the coffee table in the center of the room, figuring you were ready to use it. With a final nod of your head, you marched into your shared bedroom and opened all of the cabinets and drawers that contained the plethora of his belongings and flinging them on the floor, grabbing the box of xl trash bags you’d snagged on your march in here and started tossing things in left and right, not caring about the brand name or the state of the fabric or anything for that matter. All you saw was red as your eyes welled up with tears for the first and probably not last time that day.

“I can’t do this” you sobbed out, voice hoarse as you fell to your knees, ignoring the rugburn that was soon to form on those areas as your shoulders shook with every harsh breath you took. You had been dreading this task. Dreading it only for its significance that once you packed all his things and tossed them out, your relationship would be truly over. You definitely didn’t want him back but this would be the first time you’ve been alone in 10+ years and you were not certain you were prepared for that let alone wanting it. Inhaling shakily, you sniffed, ridding your face of any moisture as you cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay from your anniversary that fell on the week prior and venturing back into the closet to resume your task. You weren’t much of a drinker but for this task, you’d need a bottle or two.

A few hours later, he’d finally went off to work and you sat in the doorway of the closet, drunkenly dressed in the wedding gown you were made to be wed in this summer still combing through all of his clothing and tossing them messily into a bag that laid open on the floor beside you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing softly at the satisfying burn that seared it’s way down your throat and rubbing at your puffy eyes with the knuckle of your index finger. The closet was mostly bare, except for a rack with some of his clothes and one rack of semi-expensive clothing his cheap ass reluctantly purchased for you and you glanced around, catching a glimpse of some ugly floral fabric in the corner of the small space. Getting on your hands and knees you reached a limp hand out, taking hold of the horrendous fabric and dragging it out with a groan, eyes wide at the surprising heft of the object in your hand.

It was a pillowcase. A pillowcase full of something brick shaped. You raised an eyebrow quizzically before reaching into the bag and pulling out a fat stack of cash. Taking a sharp intake of breath you paused, staring blankly at the wrapped wad in your hand and cocking your head to the side. You peeked over into the bag after a few minutes, eyes popping out of your skull as they feasted on more huge stacks of money. It was Korean currency but there had to be at least 250k USD worth in the entire sack. You furrowed your brows, tossing the money back into the pillowcase forcefully as a tornado of thoughts whirled in your mind. Had he been saving behind your back? Was he planning on getting rich then eventually hanging you out to dry for some younger girl? How long has he had all of this? Where the fuck did it all come from?

You looked back at the money then back at the corner you found it in, squinting as you spotted some more ugly purple fabric. Crawling behind the clothing earnestly, you managed to fish out 4 more pillowcases full of money. You stifled a laugh, having never been in the presence of so much currency, you guessed it had to be more than 1 million dollars. You smiled for the first time in 4 days, lips curling up into a wide joy filled expression as you dumped all of the money onto the rugged floor of the closet. With all of the alcohol coursing through your veins, (almost a whole bottle) you didn’t hesitate to grab the biggest tote bag you own and stuff as much money as it could hold inside. You figured it was the least he could do after cheating on you.

He deserved to pay, and you obviously deserved a raise.

It was a full on shopping spree. After throwing all of his shit into bags, you tossed them outside your door and left with as much money as you could carry before he could come back on his lunch break. You even came back to get some more money, just to go out and spend it again. To say you splurged would be an understatement, you spent almost half of the money on clothes, shoes, a hair and makeup appointment, a manicure, a new car, and you even paid rent for six months after taking his name off the lease.

So here you were, struggling up the stairs as quick as you could, due to the fact that it was 9:30 and you were trying to avoid seeing him at his 9:45 visit. Your feet screamed in agony in your new jimmy choo pumps, because you’d been on them all day, and you had at least six shopping bags hanging from each arm, all full with an assortment of gaudy items such as shoe boxes, makeup products, and clothing. You had finally reached the door after a while, smiling at the absence of his bags which meant he took them and swiftly unlocked the door, clamoring in and tiredly dropping the bags in your hands. With a sigh, you locked the door, running a hand through your freshly styled hair as you rid your face of the designer sunglasses that shielded it. Kicking off your shoes, you hummed gratifyingly at the pleasurable feeling of bare feet and shuffled over to your couch, plopping down on the end cushion groggily.

A soft buzz in your back pocket caught your attention as you carefully fished out the new phone you purchased and unlocked it with your perfectly manicured fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically as the texts rolled in, ‘i thought i blocked him’ you thought, preparing to do it a second time before a few texts caught your attention and you froze on the spot, chuckling heartlessly at his words.

+82 2 2263 5950 : whose car is in our parking spot?

+82 2 2263 5950 : did you already move on?

+82 2 2263 5950 : wow whore

You rolled your eyes, wondering where he attained the gaul to accuse you of a feat such as that. Calling you a whore as if that name isn’t suitable for himself. Even more so than you. You decided to text him back, feeding off of an unknown source of confidence as your fingers furiously tapped along the screen.

me : it’s my car asshole

me : bought it with the money u left me

me :thx baby <3

+82 2 2263 5950 : what money?

me : the money in the closet you didn’t bother telling me abt u dumb fuck

+82 2 2263 5950 : don’t use that money

me : why should i listen to you?

me : you aren’t my bf

+82 2 2263 5950 : no seriously ____ don’t use that money wtf is wrong with u

me : already did bye babe

You blocked him as quickly as you could, face burning with absolute anger as you tossed your phone on the cushion beside you. Who is he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do? You had come to the decision then and there that you wouldn't let him treat you like a child. He wasn’t your dad. Thanks to him you barely speak to your dad. The only thought going through your mind at the time was ‘fuck him.’ Before you could delve into your thoughts any further, it started. His incessant pounding on the door. Again. Although, this time it was much more frantic, desperate. He was much louder with his pathetic pleas and whines, crying out “please don’t use that money!”, “Listen to me god damn it!”, “___ open the fucking door now!” But you stood your ground, ignoring him once again as you did for the past few days.

Just to escape the racket of his wails of desperation, you retreated to your room, slipping on one of his expensive balenciaga sweatshirts you kept for yourself and climbing into the cool blankets, burying yourself under the plush fabric and folding your pillow over your ears. You knew this would be the longest night of your life..

And you were correct, It was the longest night of your life. He never truly got the memo that you would not be coming out to communicate with him so he finally left at around 1:30 in the morning. You had slept horribly, tossing and turning as the aftermath of his cries and pleads left a print on your mind and tormented you at all hours of the night, you didn’t manage to get any real sleep until around eight and woke up a mere five hours later in a state of confusion. It was well past noon and yet it was silent, you had woken up of your own volition, not because of some crazy man outside of your apartment screaming like a banshee. In due time, you had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up and gone about his day without banging on his ex-girlfriend's apartment door like an idiot at all hours of the day.

This theory was almost set in your mind until you heard a knock. Groaning violently, you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as you erased that theory from the whiteboard in your cortex. Fully prepared to ignore the person at the door, you rolled over to your side until another knock was heard. This wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. The knocks were way too soft, they lacked an element of urgency, desperation. They were simply just way too calm. So, you sat up, swinging your legs over and reluctantly standing up, before making your way into the living room to be greeted with another knock and a smooth male voice calling out. “Miss ___ ___?”

You glanced wearily though your peep hole to be met with a tall male, dressed in a blue and white uniform. “Looks like a cop. He called the fucking cops on me, shit.” you whispered to yourself, voice small as you held onto the door handle. Figuring it’d be worse to make him wait, you opened the door, being met with the warm, dimpled smile, of the decorated individual. “Yes, i”m ____” you respond, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt and looking everywhere but him, which probably seems more suspicious than anything but you were too riddled with anxiety to care. The officer clutched a navy blue manilla folder in his hand and opened it promptly in order to sift through its contents.

“Hi, i’m officer Kim.” he breathed out, calmly bowing and resuming his apparent spiel, “do you know this man?” he pondered, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he pulled a photo from his folder with calloused fingers and lifted it, spinning it around to face you. Your eyes widened slightly upon being shown a picture of your ex and you nodded hesitantly.

“He’s my ex boyfriend- well ex fiance I guess.” you responded, voice barely audible as your mind raced faster than the speed of sound. You asked yourself what he could’ve done that was bad enough for the police to show up at your door. Maybe you had been too harsh on him and he had gotten into one to many bar fights, maybe he robbed a bank at gunpoint, maybe he stole some old lady’s car and filled it with off brand mayonnaise before he returned it. All your questions- all your thoughts stopped as Officer Kim responded, running a tired hand through his hair.

“He passed, earlier today.” he paused, giving you time to digest things and you froze, staring at his face blankly as your mind processed what you had just been told and you hummed questioningly, your throat becoming tight with realization. “It happened around five this morning,” he paused again as you stood in complete silence. Sure you hated him but you’d never wish death upon another person, especially him. You hate him now but you were in love with him once too. You hate him now but, he was the closest person in your life. He was all of your firsts, your fiance, your best friend. You thought you wouldn’t be able to get all of that back because of the breakup but now you truly can never get any of it back, because he’s dead. Then, you started to cry, for the hundredth time this week but this one was different. You weren’t crying because you missed him, or wanted him to come back like all the other times, as horrible as it sounds. You were crying because you felt bad. Because of his short life that was ripped from him by the unforgiving hand of death. You weren’t crying because of him, you were crying for him. A hand on your shoulder interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face, glancing up at the culprit with glassy eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss...” he paused, giving you a few moments to breathe as he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, “but we have an idea of who did it, it would be helpful if you just came down to the station with me for some questioning.” he asked softly as the shaking sobs and whimpers that came from your body slowed to a halt and you nodded.

“Yeah, uh. Let me just go get dressed.” You muttered, smiling up at him softly and shuffling back to your room to prepare. The longest night of your life was about to turn into the longest day.

And you were correct again as you stood in front of your apartment door after the absolute, and I cannot stress this enough, longest day of your life. Your ex was murdered, brutally, and they made sure to go over all of the gory details with you while you were at the precinct, they even took you to see his body, which made you cry because it was mangled almost beyond recognition and you were horrified. Apparently, he had been tortured for hours, which explained all the bruises, gashes, and burn marks on his body, strangled, thus the huge ring shaped mark around his neck, and dumped into a river, which made his body all pruny and wrinkled. You had spent 10 long hours at the police precinct and it was now nearing midnight as you fished your keys from your pocket in order to unlock the door. Inserting your key, you jiggle it around in the lock for a minute before realizing it was already unlocked initially. Figuring you had left it unlocked accidentally in your depressed haze, you pushed your way into your apartment and locked it promptly, pressing your forehead into the cool wood of the door. You sighed softly, relaxing only for a minute as you absorbed your surroundings before freezing as you heard the rhythmic tapping of someone's foot.

“Long day huh?” the voice was deep, one you hadn’t heard before as you remained facing the door, your grip of the handle tightening until your knuckles turned white. He spoke again, “you must be ____.” he murmured softly, sending a terrified shudder down your spine. “I’ve been wanting to meet you but he said you were off limits. You know, he talks about you a lot-...” he stopped himself as if realizing something, “well talked, I mean.” the man mused, an ominous chuckle flowing from his mouth.

“Who are you?” you rasped, attempting to conceal any cowardice but blinking your eyes harshly as your voice broke. You vaguely hoped this was one of your ex’s friends coming to visit, at an odd hour of the night, sitting ominously in the dark of your apartment waiting for you to come home just to say hi but the chances of that actuality was very slim.

“None of your business” the man retorted, a smirk evident in his ominous tone. “Now, let’s get down to business little dove,” you furrowed your brows at the nickname. You had never been called a nickname, especially by a man who randomly just snuck into your apartment one night. Your ex only ever called you baby or babe so little dove was different for you. It seemed endearing in the worst type of way. “I want the rest of my money.” he paused, “I found half of it in a closet here, and he said you might know where the rest is.” he paused again, only this time a sound is heard, a metal rattling of some sort that ricochets off of the walls of the apartment like a stray jumping bean in a pill case. Then it hits you, he has a gun, and he just shook it as if he intends to use it. . “Don’t make me ask again sweetheart.” Your eyes widen and well up as your head falls down, knowing you're going to die today and you take a deep breath, telling yourself you’d be ready for whatever happens so you decide, if you’re gonna die, you should at least know the name of the man that’s gonna kill you so you scrape together every last drop of confidence you can muster and ask once more.

“I said, w-who are yo-” you choked out, in an attempt to hold onto the last shred of your dignity as you blinked back the tears threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. However, your small shred of confidence is promptly ripped from your grasp as the man cuts you off mid sentence, slamming his gun down onto a hard surface with a loud clatter. You jolt, crying out softly as the tears you’d been holding back with all your might fall onto the ground before you.

“I said none of your fucking business bitch where’s my fucking money.” he spat, his sinister tone draing a choked sob from your thoat as you realized, you wouldn’t be getting anything you wanted today. “Answer me” he said, alarmingly calm as the sound of him cocking his gun travels directly to your mind.

“I spent it” you muttered between your soft hiccups and stiffened slightly upon hearing a heavy footstep approach you, then another footstep, and another, and another until they cease, and you can feel the man's warm breath raising the hair on the back of your neck. All your readiness for whatever happens and willingness to die flies out of the window as you lean your head on the door once more, taking a shaky breath as you begin to plead, aware of how pathetic you sound and part of the reason why you have such a strong urge to cry harder. “Please don’t kill me” you whined desperately as you feel the cold metal of the gun barrel resting on your shoulder.

“Relax little dove” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear and sending a chill rushing through the entire expanse of your body. “Just find a way to pay me back and we’re even,” he continued calmly, his raspy voice reverberating in your eardrums as you think through what he just said carefully. You gasp and sniffle, shaking your head softly and lifting it slowly from the wooden door frame.

“I-” you stopped, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself as much as you could for his response then opened your mouth to continue. “I don’t have that kind of money” you whispered hesitantly, shutting your eyes tightly, allowing nothing to escape but the numerous tears that fell to the ground in anticipation of his actions. There was an eerie silence as he contemplated your words before he abruptly turned away, lifting the gun from your shoulder and holstering it in the waistband of his jeans, causing you to let out a wavering breath you’d been holding that entire time. His hand traveled back up, taking refuge on your left shoulder as the other hand made its way up your right arm, the warmth setting your skin aflame and sending a shockwave of warmth coursing through your body.

“There is another way you could pay me back.” his velvet voice rasped, stressing the word ‘another’ in a way that you immediately understood his insinuation and you took a sharp intake of air, bracing yourself for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his hands do the talking for him as he gripped your arms softly, using his hands to spin you around and face him. You whirled around, yelping in surprise but stopping when you were met with the most exquisite, carnivorous brown eyes you had ever seen in your life that were accompanied by full pink lips and a tousled bunch of fluffy black hair you just wanted to run your hands through. Even in the darkness of night, the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated the room enough for you to trail your eyes down his face and get a vivid idea of what he’d look like with illumination.

Yummy as fuck.

Your eyes began to wander down to his exposed collarbone and before they could travel any lower, his fingers roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze upward until you met his borderline cannibalistic gaze, which crushed you into nothing. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his lips turn upward slightly. “He was always bragging about you… saying,” he speaks, his sultry tone lulling you into a state of compliance as he spoke, “you’re such a good fuck,” he continues, placing his left hand gently on your waist and stepping even closer, if that’s possible, his soft breath hitting your face with every word as he speaks. “Your sweet little cunt is so tight” he glances down at your lips, running his thumb over your bottom lip “your mouth feels like heaven” he pauses again, running his hand down to hold the side of your neck softly to which you gasp “maybe i’d like a demonstration little dove.” he smiles, a twisted horrifying smile that snaps you out of his seductive trance and back to reality as your eyes widen and you pull yourself quickly out of his hold, running over to the couch and bracing yourself on it.

“No” you cry out, out of breath for some reason as you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise.” you plead, praying he wasn’t going to kill you on the spot and that he hadn’t noticed your blatant ogling. He probably did but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted him gone.

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he replied, emitting a dark chuckle “call me if you change your mind, my number’s in your phone” he opened the front door and you glanced back at him, noticing the way his all black attire contrasts with his tan skin, and most of all, you notice the full sleeve of tattoos that ran down his right arm. Heat crawled up to your face as you realized you were gawking again and you nodded in response, feeling unable to form the words to respond with. He only uttered the words “you have a week.” before the door slammed and you were left alone in the dark.

You ran your fingers along the side of your neck where the aftermath of his touch lingered like a searing residue. No one had ever touched you like that, especially your ex. He was the man that took your virginity and was the man there for every time after so you’d become accustomed to his textbook missionary vanilla sex that left you touch starved and unfinished every. single. time. But you’d finish yourself off each time, feeling bad because you thought he was trying his hardest and truly didn’t understand how to please women. But as time went on, you realized he didn’t care about your pleasure and too enveloped in his own release to ever worry about your needs, but were too deep in love with him to care.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone went off to signal a text and upon picking it up there were two text messages from an unknown number that sent a shiver down your spine which read.

+82 2 5284 8735 : don’t try to run

+82 2 5284 8735 : we’ll hunt you down little dove

“Can’t you just take the shit back?” You questioned frantically, clutching the phone by your head until your knuckles turned white, rolling your eyes tiredly when you got no response. “They hung up, great” you deadpanned, plopping onto the couch you had been pacing in front of. It has been 6 days since the man showed up and you were running out of time and hadn’t slept in two days, your mind running frantically with the thought of him coming back to see you nearly empty handed. Well, not exactly empty handed. You had managed to get 253k of the whopping +400k dollars you had spent of his money and after not being able to return the car, manicure, hair appointment, rent, and a bunch of clothes and shoes, you were manic. Some might even say a bit crazy. Many of the stores and the dealership knew you by name because of the amount of times you called them. You dropped your phone into your lap, burying your face in your hands and wishing someone was here to console you through this but the only person you knew even remotely enough to offer any consolation was your ex. You wish he was alive so you could punch that bitch in the face and ask him what kind of shit he got himself into because the man that paid you a visit was most definitely not from corporate.

You sat for a silent minute deliberating if you should text the mystery man and take him up on his offer. You had asked yourself, is it really worth your life? Were you really going to die because you didn’t want to sleep with the hot guy you stole money from? The answer at first was yes because you still had your pride intact then but now, you had been starting to second guess your confidence in getting all the money back. After all, the deadline is tomorrow. You still had your hesitations, the only man who has ever seen you in such a lewd nature was your ex. You didn’t know if you were ready for sex with another person, even if he was the hottest man you’d ever seen. But, against your better nature, you convinced yourself that your ex was gone and this was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner?

You grabbed your phone in earnest before anything inside you could convince you to stop and unlocked it, opening the messages for his number and typing out your text, hitting send before any sort of regret had the chance to sink in.

me : i’ll take your offer

me : this is ____ btw

You placed your phone down on the couch cushions beside you and chewed nervously on the not so fresh manicure that was still on your nails. To your surprise, his reply came in quickly and you frantically reached for your phone as the dings came rolling in.

+82 2 5284 8735 : i know who you are

+82 2 5284 8735 : i'll be there in 20

+82 2 5284 8735 : be ready sweetheart

Your heart thumped restlessly as you shot up from your seat shouting “twenty minutes?!” and you cried out nervously. You hadn’t even seen his face in good lighting and you didn't know his name so you’d basically be fucking a complete stranger which scared you enough as it is but the fact that that stranger held you at gunpoint merely a week prior is what scared you shitless.

In the limited time that he gave you, you decided to freshen up a bit so you hopped in the shower. Your first shower in a few days after your psychotic state worsened. Humming in bliss, you relished in the feeling of the scalding water flowing over your skin as you took your time washing , shaving, and singing, in an attempt to rid yourself of the horrendous nerves that overtook your senses. After reluctantly stepping out of the steamy oasis, you’d decided on a white lingerie set you had gotten yourself for christmas but never got to wear for anyone because your significant other was always “working” or too tired/busy to take the time of day for you. Pairing the set with a matching white silk robe and not bothering to wear any shoes because you’re in your own house, you slicked your lips in a thick coat of gloss and applied some mascara and eyeliner to your tired eyes just to spruce up a bit. You figured, if you put effort into your appearance, then maybe he’d spare your life after the sex. You stared at yourself in the mirror, tying your robe, smacking your glossed lips together and ogling your appearance before a soft knocking was heard from the living room. “He’s here” you told yourself with a deep shaky breath as you vacated the bathroom and slowly ventured toward the door.

You stood silently before the front door, contemplating whether this was a mistake or if it was too late to turn back. As much as you hated to admit, there was no logical solution to your problem that was in compliance with any standing laws. Heck, what you were doing was probably illegal in everywhere but Las Vegas so you had no other choice than to twist the handle, open the door and stare up at the most alluring man you had ever laid eyes on. You ran your eyes all over his body, studying him, his features, his gorgeous eyes, impeccable nose, plush lips, smooth hair, and strong arms that lead to a presumed strong chest hidden under his plain white tee. He noticed you blatantly checking him out to which he placed a finger on your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes met and making you watch as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. Oh how you wished that was your lip.

“You ready little dove?” he asked, his tone seductive and smooth like chocolate as he walked closer to you, closing the door behind him and backing you up until you stood patiently before the couch staring up at him, a wistful glint in your eyes as you nodded. He reached up, using a finger to push your robe off of your right shoulder and cocking his head quizzically. “All dressed up just for me?” he pondered, his eyes trained on the white lace peeking out from under the robe. You nodded, to which he gripped your chin roughly, furrowing his eyebrows at your response. “Use your words sweetheart” he warned, loosening his grip so you could speak in affirmation.

“Yes…” your voice trailed off, thinking of what to call him, as you still didn’t know his name, so you addressed him as you would any man you didn’t know, “yes, sir. I dressed up just for you” you concluded, your voice barely greater than a whisper as the corners of his lips turned up. He let out an animalistic growl at the name you gave for him, obviously satisfied and moved his hand from your chin to grip the back of your neck promptly.

“It’s Jungkook, but sir will do nicely” he basically growled before latching onto your lips with carnal aggressiveness. You whined heartily into his mouth as his tongue slipped deftly into yours and intertwined with yours, causing your mind to fall into a haze as he coiled his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush against his toned frame. You reached up with shaky hands, fumbling with his shirt, eager to get it off of him and gaze upon the expanse of his abdomen. His lips detached for a moment, giving you the chance to pull his shirt over his head, which he gladly obliged and lifted his hands over his head, swiftly resuming their positions when his shirt formed a pile on the floor beside you. You leaned back in, attempting to capture his lips in another phenomenal kiss but he pulled back, leaving you to chase him and whine when you ultimately lose, to which he laughs mischievously, taking his hands off of your body and toying with the silk tie on the front of your robe.

“How do you want it baby?” he pondered, the new nickname sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him quizzically, as if asking what he meant. He chuckled softly, tugging at the ribbon and opening your robe as he brought his hands up, carefully sliding it down your arms and bending down so his face was level with your collarbone. He placed a gentle kiss there, leaving fire in the wake of his lips as he spoke, his breath cooling the seared flesh, “would you like me to be gentle?” he asked leaving more hot kisses along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, drawing salacious sounds from your parted lips as he brought his hand up to rest at the base of your neck. “Or…” he paused, sliding his hand up and increasing the intensity of his grip on your throat, restricting the blood flow to your brain as your mind became hazy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Do you want me to be rough?” he continued, lifting his head to watch your face as he loosened his grip. “It’s your choice little dove.”

You were elated, ecstatic and a little disappointed when he loosened his grip on your neck. Your ex was always into sex that lindered toward the vanilla side, as mentioned before, so he would never think to try anything like choking, which always intrigued you just a little bit. You wished you would have experienced other styles of love before you met him but you didn't, and this was your chance to try them out now. Your fingers travelled up, lightly grazing over that hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Whining quietly you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it softly as your other hand came up and wrapped around Jungkook’s forearm.

“I wanna try it rough” you mumbled, eyes closing as you relished in the hazy feeling this restriction gave you which only heightened as he tightened his grip.

“Perfect.” he groaned out almost inaudibly as he pulled your face to his, colliding your lips in the roughest, most passion filled kiss you’d ever experienced. He devoured your mouth with gluttonous amusement, his grip on your airway never wavering for a moment as he tongued you down, his carnal need prevalent and present in the thick air of the room. You reached up, completing a task you’d been wanting to do for days, tangling your hand in the messy black mass that fell upon his head, and relishing in the soft feeling of his waves. Then he detached from your lips and moved away, forcing your hands to fall from his hair and onto his broad shoulders, which, while pleasurable to touch, didn’t even come close to frolicking your fingers through his locks. He moved his hand from your neck to your shoulder, to which you whined with a small pout, missing the new contact as he chuckled at your eagerness. He stared at your lips, before leaning down and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it voraciously before he spoke. “Do you want me to put this slutty little mouth of yours to use little dove?” he asked, pulling back as if waiting for an answer, to which you obliged.

“Yes sir” You answered quite honestly in fact, as you felt all your hesitation and weariness about this task slip away. “Please put my mouth to use.” you pleaded, staring up at him, a wanton expression on your soft features.

“You’re so good for me .” he whispered, his soft breath fanning your face as you nodded in agreement, “such an obedient little dove, hmm?” he asked, to which you nodded once again, a bit more frantically this time as you awaited his cue. He used the hand on your shoulder to abruptly push you down with a small yelp so you were seated on the black leather couch behind you, the colder leather contrasting the burning lust in your entire body as you looked up at him. “Get to work slut.” Your eyes widened at the name. Maybe it was supposed to be an insult or he just liked calling you that but you couldn’t help the gargantuan wave of slick that coated your panties at the moment.

You looked down, a bit above eye level with his crotch as you reached up to palm him through his faded blue jeans. His scent was tantalizing, musky, and you couldn't get enough as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lips slightly parted as you gazed in awe. He gave you a warning glance, as if scolding you for teasing him for this long and you unzipped his pants. He held out his hand, as if to stop you before reaching behind his pants and pulling his gun from the back of his jeans. Your eyes widened, gaze now trained on the firearm in his hand, a horrified expression on your face as you ceased all actions. Which he noticed, peering down at you, a horrifying smile etched on his godlike features as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Relax darling, I won’t kill you,” he purred, reaching down and weaving the fingers of his free hand into the roots of your hair, grabbing and pulling back roughly so you have no other choice but to meet his dark eyes. “We’re only just getting started.” he lowered the gun, pressing the muzzle into the underside of your jaw, the cold metal like ice against your scalding skin. However, you felt no need to cry, felt no need to fear for your life even as this gun was pressed to your neck, aimed to kill, because you knew he wouldn’t do it. Through the dark facade and ominous gaze in his eyes there was something else that made you trust his inability to kill you. You realized you were enjoying the thrill, the excitement of putting your life in his hands. So, you did what any crazy bitch would do in this situation, you breathed out deeply, relaxing your shoulders and slouching yourself down to push your neck further onto the tip of the gun with a mischievous smile. Jungkook stared down at you in awe, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek and taking his gun off of your neck before tossing it over to the end of the couch behind you.

Resuming your actions with a shaky breath, you tugged his pants down until they fell to his ankles and placed your hands on the sides of his underwear clad hips. You might’ve been inexperienced in his style of fucking but you sure knew how to give a good blowjob, so you got to work, placing open mouthed kisses to his clothed appendage. You looked up at him once more seeing the lust clouded haze that filled his deep brown eyes. After a bit of teasing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in a seductively slow manner as you allowed his needy cock to spring free, and you stared up at it with a gasp.

It was huge.

You didn’t really know what qualifies as huge because the only dick you’ve ever had was around 6 inches on a good day but this alluring appendage swinging before your face had to be at least 9 inches long and you wondered how the fuck you were going to fit it all in your mouth let alone your pussy, which was already aching for it. Your mouth involuntarily opened wider in anticipation of his delicious dick inside and you grabbed the base, with two hands, drawing a hiss from the man that stood over you as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of the clothing that pooled around his feet. You licked teasingly up the sides of his dick, stopping at the tip to swirl your tongue around it, and catching some salty precum when you did. You glanced up at him and he looked absolutely furious in the best sort of way. Frustrated to the max as you teased him mercilessly, only spending meere fleeting moments at the spots which needed the most attention.

Then he snapped, taking you by surprise and using his hand that was still tangled in your hair to hold you still while he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried to gasp but it merely came out as a small strangled whimper that was cut off as his length reached that back of your throat. You moved your hands to the sides of his hips once again, bracing yourself as he slowly pulled his member out of your mouth, most likely winding up for another thrust. He propelled his hips forward once again, stuffing not nearly all of his cock into your mouth, as his tip grazed the back of your throat. The feeling of him completely filling your mouth had you livid, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned, the vibrations reverberating onto his appendage which drew a salacious moan from his plush parted pink lips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” he moaned out, then he started to fuck your face, tears pooling in your eyes while his dick basically hit the back of your throat with every harsh stroke of his hips as he gripped on your hair tighter. After one particularly hard thrust, he held his length down your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you gagged around him. He took his cock out of your mouth, to which you gasped, swallowing the spit that pooled in your mouth with an aroused groan.

“Tastes so good.” you mumbled, not possibly being able to get enough as he shoved his cock back into your mouth and fucked your throat relentlessly. The tension building in you was too much to bear and your need to cum only heightened as his actions resumed. You arched your back slightly, pushing your clothed clit into the black leather cushions of the couch as you gyrated into it slowly, praying he wouldn’t notice and would be too invested in fucking your throat to realize.

You were wrong. He noticed immediately.

He halted all movements, taking his cock from your throat and grabbing your neck harshly, to which you gasped, whimpering as he pulled you up to stand in front of him, cock slapping the front of your body as you stared at his face in anticipation of his actions. You could imagine what you looked like right now swollen glossy lips, and tear stains running down your face because you didn’t bother to wear your waterproof mascara. You never needed it any other time so you figured why would you need it now. Oh how wrong you were.

“Dirty little dove, trying to get off on the couch because you want me that bad?” he rasped, nearing closer to your face with each word and you nodded frantically, basically begging him to do something, anything. “Words” he barked, drawing a cry from your lips as you thought of what to say.

“I want your cock, please sir.” you begged, before he groaned hungrily and captured your lips in a ravenous kiss, taking you by surprise. No one had ever kissed you after they’d fucked your throat before so why would he do it. You didn’t dwell on that thought for too long before melting into his touch and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkook took his free hand, trailing it around your body to unclasp the back of your bra, your eyes going wide at the skillful ease of his fingers. He snatched the white lace clothing off of your frame, tossing it to the other side of the room and reaching back up to cup one of your soft breasts in his hand, flicking the nipple with his index finger and making you sigh satisfactorily into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking you with him as he lowered both of you back onto the couch, settling himself between your newly opened legs and never breaking the kiss. He unlatched his hand from your neck, trailing it down your body as the other hand continued to knead your breast skillfully. His burning touch slowly ventured further and further down your abdomen until he reached the band of your panties and abruptly tore the thin while lace from your body to your dismay and discarding it on the floor beside him. You whined sadly, as those had been your favorite pair of underwear but barely had any sort of time to grieve as you felt two rough fingers dip into the wetness of your slit, trailing them up and stopping right over the spot you needed him to be at, pulling a moan from your still swollen lips.

He began kissing a trail down your body, stopping for a mere moment to suck on the pert bud of your free breast before resuming his path of destruction. He moved his hands to settle on the inner sides of your thighs, spreading them apart and sighing as he got a glimpse of the treasure between them. Your eyes widened upon realizing his destination as you scooched away, holding a handful of his tousled black hair in an attempt to grab his attention.

“I-…” you paused, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking of how to word your statement. “i’ve never asked anyone to do that for me before, so y- you don’t have to do it.” you stuttered wearily as the nerves set in. No one’s face had ever been remotely close to your womanhood and the thought of it sent a chill down your spine as you released his hair from your grasp. You wondered what it would even be like. He glanced up at you, eyes dilated as he chuckled, a dark chuckle that made you shiver as he tightened his grip on your thighs, yanking you closer to his face and taking a deep drag of your scent once you were close enough.

“Oh baby I want to” he basically moaned out, licking his lips and glancing down at your glistening slit, the corners of his lips turning up in a hungry smile. You raised an eyebrow, asking yourself ‘why the fuck would he want to do that?’, and ‘isn’t this for my pleasure?’, but all your concerns were answered once he spoke again. “I can’t wait to make you writhe on my tongue little dove” he muttered, causing your cheeks to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he talked into your soaking entrance. “... make you beg and cry without even using my cock.” he continued, releasing your left thigh from his grip as he placed a hand on your pubic mound, lowering his thumb and slowly beginning to circle your clit eliciting a loud wail from you. “You think, if I had the power to turn you into a messy little whore all for me just by using my mouth, I wouldn’t use it at any chance I could?” He asked and you whined, nodding as your hips stuttered up in desperate need of more friction. “It’s all about power baby, and I have it all here” he groaned, watching you clench pathetic around nothing.

Then, he finally gave you what you wanted. His hand resumed its grip on your thigh, forcing it away from the other as his thumb was swiftly replaced by his warm tongue licking up and down your wet sex. You moaned, placing your shaky hands on the mounds of your chest, toying with your nipples just to add to the pleasurable sensations he was creating with his tongue. This feeling was unlike any ecstasy you had ever felt and you never wanted it to stop. His tongue slipped deftly into your soaked entrance twisting and turning skillfully as you keened loudly. His warm wet appendage swirling around your wet cavern was the best feeling in the entire world and you knew if he continued ravaging you at this pace, you’d cum in no time. But, you needed this release. You needed to let go of all this pent up sexual frustration you didn’t even know you harbored. You needed to experience your first orgasm in months, if not years, that wasn’t self inflicted and you hoped and prayed with all your heart that it would come soon.

He switched his focus,, moving his tongue up to play with your aching clit and slipping two fingers into your formerly empty hole with a deep groan that reverberated through your core like a powerful vibrator which only intensified your moans and cries of pleasure. You looked down on yourself to see the delicious sight of him devouring your cunt ruthlessly, the sight alone almost tipping you over the edge as you brought your hands up, covering your eyes while you neared completion.

“Jungkook you’re gonna make me cum.” you called out, an exasperated cry leaving your lips when your impending orgasm was painfully ripped away from you as all his motion stopped. You uncovered your eyes, about to stare down when your body jolted, a harsh sting being felt directly on your clit, sending a wave of warmth barreling through your entire body. Then you understood, he slapped you, and you peered down at him, your eyes glassy due to the orgasm that was ripped from your grasp.

“Who? said you can cum.” he deadpanned menacingly, staring up at you through hooded eyes as you leaned your head back tiredly, realizing the error in your words and prepared to beg, just like he said you would.

“Sir” you cried, holding your arms limply over your head as you continued to plead. “Sir please, please make me cum.” you begged mercilessly, a tear of relief sliding down your cheek as he resumed his assault on your core, attacking at a steady pace and retrieving the all too familiar knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. You reached up, grabbing the edge of the couch with an iron grip, your knuckles turning white as your hips began circling on his face, your clit rubbing against his tongue with every movement and venturing you closer to your sweet release.”Please don’t stop sir, oh my god” you whined loudly, fucking his face relentlessly as you chased your high, nearing it more and more with each thrust of your hips until he finally pushed you off the brink of ecstasy, a scream leaving your lips as Jungkook continued his unrelenting attack on your pained pussy.

You rode out your high, writhing and panting before him, his pace never faltering, his fingers never slowing, his tongue never relenting and it soon became too much. The euphoric delirium quickly turned into madness as you barreled down the path into overstimulation. You wailed pathetically, thrashing under his hold as the pleasurable pain consumed your body and you could barely form a coherent sentence but you persevered, scraping all the coherent thoughts you could muster and turning them into tangible words that sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken. “Sir please, it's too much!” you cried to which Jungkook finally let up, slowing his pace to a halt and sitting back.

“Oh my god that was so fucking hot” he growled before sucking on his glossy fingers and cleaning around his mouth with his skilled tongue as he gazed amusedly upon your exhausted body. But he was nowhere near done with you. This fact made apparent when he stood and wrapped an arm around your hip, lifting your limp body and turning you over with ease, positioning you so your face was pressed into the now warm couch cushion and your ass was raised high into the air before him. His eyes rolled at the view of your swollen cunt bent over for him and he gave it a light smack, eliciting a pained, but tired yelp from you as he chuckled muttering “you’re going to drive me crazy little dove.” under his breath.

He crouched down, coming face to lips with your abused cunt as he wrapped his arms around your bent bottom, lacing his fingers together as they rested at the arch of your back and dragging his nose up the tortured path of your slit, drawing whines and cries of overstimulation from your wiggling frame as you tried to get away from the punishing menace that was his face. “No, please. I can't take anymore, it's too much.” You whimpered, your voice muffled as you leaned your face into the couch tiredly to which he obliged, reluctantly, as he stood, grabbing his neglected dick in hand and pointing it toward your pink entrance.

“I can’t wait to stretch your pretty little pussy ____.” he purred and you moaned at the sound of your name slipping off of his tongue like the creamiest butter. He dragged his tip along your swollen clit, abusing it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day as he covered his girth in your slick, a guttural groan emitting from the back of his throat. Then, abruptly, he sunk into your slippery cavern, barely all the way in but you’d never felt so full in your entire life as he pushed forward slowly, filling you up and providing you with the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you whined, a desperate whine that you could barely register was your own voice as he pushed his length completely inside of you, his head falling back and your name, rolling off of his tongue once again.

After barely giving you time to adjust to his alarming size, he reeled his hips back before slamming into you again, and again, and again, over and over again until he was fucking you at an unrelenting speed you barely knew was possible to achieve. Suffering from the overwhelming pleasure he forced you to endure, you shut your eyes tight, crying out in strangled indulgence as you grasped onto the fluffy throw blanket strewn lazily over the couch in front of you. You relished in the sting of his girth, staring ahead blankly with glassy eyes as he rammed into you with a punishing speed and black mascara filled tears streamed down your cheeks.

You knew you were about to cum soon, again, only due to the all too familiar feeling accumulating in the pit of your belly. Jungkook reached down, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and pressing your chest further into the couch while he drilled into you, moaning and cursing at the feeling of you flexing deliciously around his cock. He felt you were close, so he moved his hand, snaking it around your waist and trailing his other hand to assume its position around your neck, hoisting you up so your back was arched against his abdomen and you had no choice but to stare up at him as he talked down on you, never slowing the snapping of his hips for a wavering moment.

“You’ve never been fucked this good have you?” he teased through clenched teeth as he leaned down, sucking and marking all over the expanse of your neck with grunts and growls of pleasure. You were way too fucked out to even think about the words to form a coherent sentence, barely being able to form whimpered versions of ‘mhm’ after he questioned you but he was having none of that. He unraveled his hand from your waist, tightening his grip on your throat and landing a hard slap to your left asscheek, drawing a shrill shriek from the depths of your throat as he warned in your ear. “Words little dove” he slapped you again, “how many times do I have to fucking warn you.” he concluded, landing another harsh smack to your abused flesh as you whimpered.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I’m such a slut for you sir.” You sobbed out, “please let me cum, please fuck” you whined, drawing out your words and you reached back, tangling both hands in his unruly mop of hair as he split you open, moaning directly in your ear which in itself, was a thing that could make you cum on the spot.

“Cum then.” He said obviously, as if it was the most simple response, only it was this simple command that shoved you off the precipice of ecstasy for a second time. The feeling that bloomed deep in your stomach soon blossomed into a full blown orgasm that racked through your body quickly, leaving nothing but white hot pleasure in its wake as your legs trembled viciously, with one last loud cry of Jungkook’s name. But, he still did not falter, his pace quickening as he neared his own climax, the speed both too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You reached back, attempting to push him and escape the all consuming pleasure torturing your body like a blazing fire but your hands were caught quickly by Jungkook’s hands which crossed them tightly and held them behind your back, resuming his attack.

You shook your head, letting it hang as your tears fell freely onto the couch before you, his moans and groans of ecstasy increasing in volume and frequency as he neared his own climax, his hips faltering in their pace for the first time in a while as he worked to his own release. In what seemed like an instant, he released the most beautiful, salacious, strangled moan you had ever heard, pulling himself out of your soaked cunt, and painting the surface of your ass with his white hot ropes of cum. He finally let you go after a moment, watching as you fell limply to the couch, laying face down, panting exhaustively, your arms still crossed limply behind your back as he smirked down at your fucked out frame. He left you alone for just a bit, coming back but a few moments later before you felt the sore skin of your asscheeks being wiped off with what felt like a warm hand towel. You were relieved he had the respect to clean his mess, it made you respect him just a little bit more as a person but you were way too tired to dwell on the subject any longer.

“You did so good for me little dove” he cooed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it as he placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lower back, caressing his hand up the side of your body. A simple touch that lacked any sort of sexual aspects, it felt comforting and you sighed, leaning further into the soft couch as you heard him begin to put his clothing on. You felt a pang of distress, seeing as you were more of a fuck and cuddle kind of girl, but you really hadn’t expected him to stay so why’d you feel the need to ask him to. Pushing the feeling deep inside your gut, you sighed deeply as he walked in front of you to bend forward and grab his gun that laid discarded on the opposite side of your couch, also grabbing the throw blanket beside it and tossing it over your naked frame before thinking about something. “So,” he started, tucking his gun in the back of his pants and humming, “I’m thinking that was worth about, hmm 50k” he started. You vaguely understood what he was saying and knew you’d flip out once you were conscious enough to truly comprehend his words. “I’ll keep in touch.” He said, pulling his shirt down and smiling deviously at you as you uttered a hoarse ‘huh?’ To which he answered simply, “if I wanna come collect some more money” and he spun on his heels, opening your door and sauntering out of the threshold.

When he got into the hallway, Jungkook burst into a wide smile, satisfied with the encounter he made today. He entered this agreement fully prepared to either fuck you once and take the money you’d earned back or just fuck you and kill you, but once he’d had a taste, he was insatiable. You were flawless, your compliance was impeccable. The way you obeyed him, begged for him, the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way you looked. There was no way he could ever get enough and is probably the reason he kept overstimulating you like a frat boy with a bruised ego. There was no way he was gonna just let go of an absolute gem like you, so he made his excuse, a plan. Everytime you fuck him, you pay back a portion of the money. He was so tempted to tell you this session was only worth $100 just as an excuse to come back over and over and over until he had his fill, but he kept his composure, giving you hope that you’d ever be free of his grasp. Jungkook for once was extremely ecstatic, elated, excited to ruin you even more than he already had and he was dead set on making you want him just as much as he craved you no matter what it took. Though he was pretty sure you already did.

[triplexdoublex]

Scotty Doesn’t Know

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, cheating

A/N: based off this old song Scotty Doesn’t know from the movie Euro Trip. Colson has a small lesser known band in this fic. https://youtu.be/7_AKr1BEajA

“Does Scotty know you're here?” Colson asks as you unbuckle his pants

“No! What do you think I am? Stupid?” You question dropping to your knees.

“So, what’s your plan y/n, you just gonna string him along forever. C’mom already I want you to myself.”

You pull him free from the confines of his jeans “Can we talk about this later?”

“Y/N!” Colson scolds at your attempt to avoid the conversation for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” you respond coyly before stuffing your mouth with him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me!” He groans, pushing your hair out of your face and wrapping it around his fist. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking good at this!” He grits between his teeth slowly rocking his pelvis as he holds you in place, your cheeks hollowing around him as you suck.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you quickly try to silence it with your free hand before Colson hears but it’s too late; he lets out an annoyed groan and you know he heard it— Knows who it is . You distract him, sucking him harder, faster and cupping his balls — you know he loves it when you play with them. He’s told you on occasion that your head game is so good it could make him forget his own name; you’re just hoping now that it’s good enough to forget your boyfriend just texted in the middle of it, because the last thing you wanna do is talk about it … again.

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Long after you’ve swallowed him down, you’re content with yourself thinking just maybe you really did make him forget about the mid-head text from your boyfriend when all of a sudden he springs it on you. “Did you text him back?”

“Who?” You feign innocence.

“Y/N don’t play stupid, you know who!”

“Oh, Scotty?”

“Yes, fuckin-Scotty. Who else?”

“Yeah, I just said ‘sorry I missed your text I was at church.”

“CHURCH!” Colson chokes out a laugh. “Just because you were on your knees on a Sunday morning , doesn’t count as church. Why can’t you just tell him the truth and break up with him already?”

“He’s my best friend's brother. It’s complicated. She made me promise I wouldn’t break his heart.”

“Sooo fuckin’ me behind his back is your solution to that?”

“Until I can figure out a way to let him down easy and not destroy my relationship with my best friend, yeah.”

“Solid plan,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Be a shame if he found out about us before then.”

“You wouldn’t!” You can’t tell if you're scolding or pleading .

“I might,” he smirks.

“Colson, please!” —Pleading, you’re definitely pleading.

“Oh, relax Y/N, I’m not gonna tell him— maybe just help the poor fuck figure it out on his own.

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By noon he’s got you on your knees again— hands and knees to be exact, pushing into you from behind.

“Oh fuck Colson, just like that!”

“Yeah, you like this dick, huh? Better than Scotty’s I bet!” He grips your hips roughly and snaps his hips forward. “Who fucks you better, him or me?” He taunts.

“You!” You answer without hesitation. He knows it’s the truth you’ve often complained about having to fake it with Scotty.

Just then your phone goes off blaring Scotty's ringtone

“Speak of the devil… Answer it!” He demands.

“Colson are you —?”

“I’m not playing — answer it or I’m not gonna let you finish!”

“Fuck— fine.” You reach down off the bed to the floor to retrieve your phone, while Colson keeps a firm grip on your waist, making sure he stays buried in your warm cunt. “Hel-lo” you answer, failing miserably to disguise how out of breath you are.

“Y/N? You alright?” Scotty questions.

“Sorry… umm yeah. I just—” you pause to suppress a moan “— I just ran to grab the phone.”

“Oh ok, I was just calling cuz the guys wanna take me out next weekend for my birthday but I didn’t know if you had anything planned for us already?”

Oh fuck, his birthday— you completely forgot. “Well… yeah, I did” you lie. “But it’s okay, go with your friends we can do something the weekend after.” You already have plans to attend one of Colson’s bands gigs this weekend anyways.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best!”

Colson’s blood boils at the pet name. “Fuck” he drives his hips into you as hard as he can. Your teeth pierce into your lip as you bite back a moan.

“What was that!?” Scotty asks.

“The TV,” you answer quickly.

“Mmmm, you are so bad, baby,” Colson whispers into your flesh as he kisses between your shoulder blades. “I can tell you’re close, don’t hang up til you cum.”

“Oh whatcha watching?” Scotty inquires.

“Ummm… Horror movie— shit!” You choke out.

Colson brushes your hair of the nape of your neck and nuzzles into the crook.“C’mon baby, cum for me,”

“Must be really scary— you seem on edge.”

If he only knew how close to the edge you actually are right now .

“Yeah it’s really s— oh FUCK holy shit!” You scramble to hang up the phone as your orgasm hits; Colson’s following moments later.

“Uhh, Y/N! Fuck!” His moans are loud and exaggerated.

“I already hung up, dipshit!” You playfully punch him

In the arm after he pulls out.

You pick your phone back up and shoot Scotty a text ‘sorry, jump scare. I accidentally hung up.’

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“Five minutes til stage.” A voice announces from behind the backstage curtain. Today’s the day of Colson’s band's big gig, and coincidentally Scotty’s birthday.

“Perfect timing.” Colson smirks as he pulls his pants back up over his ass and you button your top. “Nothing like a little backstage quickie, before a show.” He kisses you then heads to the stage; you take side stage, hanging out near the crew and equipment.

“How we all doing tonight?!” Colson shouts into the mic. The crowd cheers lively in response. “Aight, that’s what I like to hear! I’m gonna start out with a new song about someone special; the sexiest little sex kitten I know!” He looks to you. “Y/N get your sexy little ass up here!”

You blush as you climb the few stairs that lead to the stage taking Colson’s outreached hand and he pulls you up. Your stomach sloshes with nerves and excitement, simultaneously eager to hear Colson’s song about you and concerned about this getting back to Scotty somehow. You try to push Scotty to the back of your mind and just enjoy Colson song about you … until it starts —

“Scotty doesn't know that Y/N and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know ”

Oh, Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

So don't tell Scotty”

Your hand flies up to cover your gaping mouth as he continues to sing— each line more divulging than the last. You can’t help but laugh and decide to throw caution to the wind at this point and begin to jump and dance along. Colson sneaks up behind you as he reveals more and more of your secrets into the mic, wrapping a hand around your neck as he snaps his hips forward against your ass.

“I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

Y/N’s got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing”

It’s as Colson sings one of the songs most incriminating lines—“I did her on his birthday” — that you notice a familiar face in the crowd making their way to the front. “Which is today by the way” he ad libs.

“SCOTTY!!” You gasp.

“Oh shit it’s Scotty!” Colson announces and then opts for a lyric change — “Scotty does know , Scotty does know!”

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

The Pit | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! @pretty-vulture and I were chatting the other day and she dropped this absolutely fantastic fic idea on me, so I wrote a little something! She was basically my dramaturge for this because I have zero experience with mosh pits and she’s been in a bunch. So thank you pretty-vulture for your idea and your knowledge and for being a lovely person :)

**TW: Reader injury, blood**

Thanks for reading!

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions, send me a message! 💜

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"Are you sure about this?!" Bucky screamed to you over the crowd of roaring concert attendees. He had his hand outstretched to you, waiting for you to take it. You'd told him on your drive to the concert that you had no interest in joining the mosh pit tonight, and that you didn't want him pulling you in. But once things had gotten going, the pit looked like so much fucking fun. You were instantly envious of everyone involved and screamed to Bucky that you wanted in.

You examined the pit one more time before taking his hand and giving him a confident nod. His huge hand wrapped around yours, dwarfing it completely and he gave it a small squeeze before guiding you in to the chaos.

At first, it was electrifying. A huge crowd of people packed tightly together, moving as one while you felt the vibrations of the music deep in your chest. Everyone's sweaty bodies were pressed up against one another, screaming the lyrics to their favorite songs. People bumped into you constantly but you didn't care. It was a lot, but Bucky was right there with you. It was so good to see him finally let go and have some fucking fun. The tension that usually clouded his face was gone and he completely lost himself in the experience-almost. His cool vibranium fingers remained intertwined with yours, keeping you close. Part of him stayed on high alert, watching you, checking in on you, making sure he could see you at all times...

And then he lost you in the sea of people. A rogue jackass barreled his way between the two of you in an attempt at a one man wall of death. Your fingers desperately clung to Bucky's with no luck, and the two of you were separated. Suddenly, without Bucky’s calming presence, the crowd seemed overwhelming. He searched in every direction but couldn't find your face in the rabble and his blood ran cold as he frantically scanned the room over and over again. Everything faded from his awareness- everything except the fact that he didn’t know where you were.

Your eyes examined the faces of those around you in the hope that you'd find Bucky. You'd assumed that finding him in a sea of people would be easy- his hulking frame and metal arm always made him stand out. But your search turned up empty and you felt yourself getting engulfed. You were strategizing on how best to get out of the commotion when suddenly, you felt a searing pain and your breath got caught in your throat.

Bringing one hand up to your face, you realized that your skin was slick with blood and a shrill ringing took up residence in your ears. A rogue elbow had caught you in the face and produced a nasty gash on your brow bone. The culprit whipped around and saw his mistake, guilt taking over his features. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" he shouted over the crowd. You nodded, acknowledging his apology and motioning that you needed an escape.

He began signaling to those around you that you wanted out, and they helped you along- until unfamiliar hands were gripping your torso and snaking their way up to your chest. Using all your strength, you tried to get away from the perv who was using the pit as an excuse to feel you up, but he was a lot bigger than you. You felt trapped in his grasp until he suddenly let go completely; you turned and saw him backing away, nose bloodied from a sucker punch to the face. Bucky's right hand was lightly coated in the creepy guy's blood and he wiped it on his black t-shirt before wrapping an arm around your back and looping the other behind your knees. “Hey, I got ya”, you heard him mutter as he picked you up and signaled to the others that he needed a way out.

The people around you parted and formed a path, letting Bucky out of the chaos so he could get you to safety. He carried you as quickly as he could through the commotion before finally setting you down in a chair at the bar. Far away from the cacophony of the pit, you took a deep breath and calmed your system. Bucky, on the other hand was far from calm. You could see the concern in his furrowed brow and intense eyes. “Jesus, doll. That looks like it hurts," he murmured as he closely examined your wound, “how do you feel?”. You brought your hand up to your face, wincing as you prodded the area. "Not great. I got hit by a stray elbow," you told him. "But the guy was really nice about it. He helped me find a way out".

Bucky stood up, scanning the bar area for a first aid kit. He found what he was looking for near the other end of the bar and motioned for you to "stay right there" as he sprinted away. When he returned moments later, he began wiping away the blood and giving your injury a closer look. He soaked a bit of gauze in betadine and pressed it to the cut, causing you to let out an involuntary hiss. "Sorry, sweetheart," Bucky murmured as he continued to disinfect the gash.

"So, are you...okay?" He asked, not looking you in the eye. He busied himself with trying to cut the perfect sized piece of gauze to cover your wound. "I saw what that guy was doing. I just wanted to make sure you're alright". A sad smile crossed your face and you shrugged, "I guess....kinda took me by surprise, honestly. That's never happened to me in a pit before". He nodded, moving closer to you to adhere the gauze to your face with medical tape.

"I'm sorry we got separated, hon. I know you were a little nervous about joining in the first place". Shaking your head, you placed a hand on Bucky's cold forearm and stroked it with your thumb. "Not your fault, Buck. I'm just glad you were there to kick that creep's ass for me". He laughed and shot a playful eye roll your way as he finished up his handy work.

He helped you to your feet and caught you as you stumbled a little, dizzy from taking such a hard hit to the head. "Doing okay?" he asked, his deep blue eyes examining your face with concern. You nodded and weaved your fingers between his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Thanks for having my back, Buck", you said with a smile. He stroked your hand with his thumb and leaned in, placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Any time, babe. Let's get you home."