#i was gonna clean up today . throw away all the left over food do the dishes sort my clothes the empty monster cans ..... vacuum the crumbs

[loadedgottcomplex]

local idiot sits in trains for 2 hours to get food because cooking (30min) doesn't mix w their flavor of mentally ill too well, room remains a disgusting mess

[andvys]

The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter one

⭐︎ Welcome and Goodbye

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of death, gore, post apocalypse, mentions of being drugged, mentions of SA (not actually happening here), allusions to sex trafficking, dark themes, mean!Steve, grumpy!Steve, grumpy x sunshine

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve can't stand your presence, won't accept his friends' pleading to let you stay with them, nothing will change his mind, he wants you gone... he really does.

Word count: 7.5k

Author's note: first chapter ya'll, I know there isn't much action yet but trust me when I say it's gonna get wild in here. @hellfire--cult is my assistant as always, so don't forget about her, she proofreads AND she writes with me (don't listen to her)

⭐︎ series masterlist

⭐︎ prologue

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It’s not the nightmares that wake you from your sleep this morning, it’s not the lingering fear and the anxiety this world has brought upon you, it’s the silence, the ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains that Nancy had closed last night. The mattress is soft beneath you, the covers are warm, your hair is sprawled over the pillow under your head, smelling of shampoo, floral and sweet, a luxury in this world, to smell nice, to be clean, to wake up in safety, fully rested, you can’t remember the last time you woke up like this, you can’t remember ever waking up like this since the world has ended, and every day you find yourself missing your small apartment you left abandoned in New York. You wonder what happened to it, if it was one of the buildings that burned down after the big cities were bombed, when the government, the military still thought that the end of the world could be stopped, that the monsters could be stopped. 

You don’t look back a lot, there is no point to it, to grieve something that will never come back again but a part of you feels sad for the girl you were before the evil had spread, before you had to adapt to the ugliness this world has brought, before you had to accept that the real monsters weren’t the creatures. 

A sinking feeling takes over when you register the voices downstairs, loud and angry, filled with rage and hatred – hatred for you, for no reason at all. 

The lump in your throat grows, bigger and bigger each passing second. 

He doesn’t want you here, and it didn’t change overnight. 

You swallow harshly, and throw the covers off yourself, your feet hit the cold ground when you stand up. You look around the room, Nancy’s room, that she kindly let you stay in. You find the clothes she picked out for you, probably in one of the abandoned houses. You reach for the pants, a pair of denim jeans, you grab your belt and your thigh holster, surprised that it’s still on the desk where you had left it last night, a part of you expected Steve to take it from you and only give it back when you are by the gates and ready to leave this place, like he wants you to. 

It felt nice to be around people again, people your age, ones who didn’t turn you away or had ill intentions for you. Eddie and Nancy were sweet and welcoming, they provided food and a place to stay, they made conversation, the way people used to do before all this. 

It makes you sick, knowing you have to leave today, by yourself, to know that you won’t get a good night’s sleep again, to know that you won’t wake up so peacefully tomorrow morning – if there will be one for you. 

You throw the black shirt on, before you lean down towards the different pairs and sizes of shoes she had left here for you. They are different from your converse, which have too many holes in them already, the sole is wearing off. They used to be your favorite pair but it’s time to abandon them now too, you pick a pair of combat boots this time and tie the laces tightly. 

You stop by the bathroom first, to wash your face and brush your teeth, you drown out the angry voices that belong to Steve and Nancy, you know they are fighting because of you. She wants you to stay, he wants you to leave, he doesn’t care to hide his distaste. 

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight of yourself. You haven’t changed much, you think. Your hair got longer, you lost weight but that isn’t a surprise to you, you have gone days without food or even water, too many nights you struggled to fall asleep because of the hunger and the emptiness in your stomach.

A sigh escapes you, a sad one, you know what is waiting for you downstairs. 

“Steve, she is all alone, we can’t just let her go like that!” You hear Nancy say when you slowly make your way towards the staircase. 

“You know we have a supply limit. We rationed water and food for three people only, and now we would have to do it for one more?” Steve scoffs, and from what you have seen of him yesterday, you can imagine the look on his face and how he is crossing his arms over his chest, stubbornly. 

“No one else would take her in! Everyone left in Hawkins are old people who can’t even fend for themselves properly–”

“She didn’t ask to stay,” Steve interrupts, not allowing her to finish her sentence. “Besides, I give two shits about her, Nance.”

His words shouldn’t sting the way they do, he is nothing but a stranger, his harsh words shouldn’t even touch you… and yet they do. 

“What is wrong with you? You weren’t like this at all!” Nancy’s voice seems shocked, taken aback by the words that just left his mouth. 

You hear his scoff, his humorless chuckle, “oh really? I thought you weren’t like this either! Before you would have threatened a stranger with a gun to their head, and now you let some random girl just use our things and let her stay!?” 

“She seems nice, Steve!” 

A part of you wants to run down the stairs and break apart the fight, you never planned on staying, you never wanted this to happen, all you wanted was shelter for the night and a new map, you never meant for this to happen. 

You stand frozen in place, holding onto the railing of the stairs. 

“She ain’t going to replace Barb if that’s what you think.” 

Silence follows after, no words are spoken, nothing, just silence, for a minute or two. 

You know he’s hit a nerve, you know he aimed for the kill with that. It fills you with guilt, knowing that this is only about you, that your presence prompted him to throw something at her that he knew would hurt her. 

“You’re bringing Barb into this!? Are you seriously bringing back what happened to Barb?!” Nancy’s voice of disbelief rings in your ears. 

“I am not bringing anything back, all I’m saying is she is not a pet, or a doll to keep you both fucking company!” 

“She is a person!” 

“She is a nuisance!” 

You suck in a sharp breath, that one stung. You know you aren’t welcome here, you aren’t – weren’t welcome anywhere, it never really hurt to be turned away, so you won’t let it hurt now either. 

You start making your way down the stairs, slowly and quietly. You ignore the beating of your heart as you step into the hallway and make your way into the dining room to get to the kitchen where the silence is suddenly deafening. You step where they can’t see you and you take in the sight of both of them as they stand across from one another, he is leaning against the kitchen island, glaring at the girl that welcomed you with nothing but kindness. Her arms are crossed, her eyes are burning with anger and disbelief, but mostly with disappointment. 

“Wow Steve, you sure sound like your dad there.” 

You watch and wait for his reaction, you see the way he tenses up, the way he furrows his eyebrows and frowns at her, he huffs loudly and drops his arms to his sides, shaking his head at her. 

“See? She comes along and we fight, when we never fucking did this whole year!”

“How could there be any time to fight when we spent it grieving–”

Before she can say anymore, and reveal something that they might not want you to know about, you clear your throat and step into the kitchen, making them both snap their heads towards you. 

“You guys don’t have to fight because of me, I’m not staying here, that was never my intention. I was passing through, like I told you yesterday,” you tell him, looking at him only for a second, not wanting to look any longer and see the false pity. “I appreciate what you have done for me, Nancy. You and Eddie, you have done more for me than I could have asked for, but I’ll be on my way now, and out of your hair,” you mumble the last part to the man before you, who is avoiding your eyes now, choosing to look at the hardwood floor instead. 

“Good, got your map?” Steve asks, not caring about saying anything else to you. 

Nancy scoffs at him, clenching her fists, she shakes her head. She can’t believe what she is hearing, what he is saying, the hatred in his eyes he holds for someone he doesn’t even know, how he is ready to turn someone away and send them to their death, because this is what is waiting for you behind these walls. 

You nod your head and eye him slowly, his jaw is clenched, his eyes filled with something you can’t fully read, you see the disbelief in her whole expression – he hasn’t always been like this, the shock in her voice proved it, you wonder what happened to him, you wonder what made him so… cruel. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go now–”

“What’s happening here?” Eddie’s voice interrupts you, he stops beside you, wiping motor oil off his hands with a dark blue bandana, he scans your faces, notices the tension in the room, right away. One look at Nancy and the deep frown and he knows what is happening. 

You can’t even open your mouth to answer his question before Steve beats you to it. 

“She was just leaving,” he glares at his friend, warning him with his eyes not to try anything, but Eddie isn’t like Nancy, he won’t fight, he won’t argue, he simply won’t listen to him. “Got the map, right?” He asks again. 

“You know what,” Eddie starts, already grinning at his friend. “I lost my last copy. And requesting one in the community takes a long while, which I already took care of. Callaway is preparing one but you know… gotta scavenge to find a good updated one and that ass is a fucking sloth.” 

Steve pushes himself off the counter, furrowing his brows, he purses his lips as he shakes his head in confusion, “what– are you lying?” 

“Absolutely not,” Eddie shakes his head, already stepping closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, not letting you go anywhere. “So, no. Sweetheart here can’t leave without a map. The only copy is the one for when we leave–”

Steve sighs again, probably for the tenth time this morning. 

“We’re not leaving.” 

“--And we’re not giving our personal map away so… until there is a spare one, she has to stay.” 

Your cheeks heat up when Steve glances at you, the hazel in his eyes darkens, the frown on his face deepens. You feel weird beneath his gaze, you don’t like this, you don’t like staying somewhere you’re not wanted but Eddie is persistent, Nancy is too, and you don’t want to be by yourself again, not yet. You can’t look into his eyes any longer though, or at his face, so you look down instead. 

Steve knows not to argue with Eddie, it’s no use, not with him, the look on his face tells him that Eddie is ready to bite his face off if he even dares to utter another word about you leaving. He still doesn’t hide his distaste for you, and he scoffs at his friends, looking between Nancy and Eddie, he shakes his head in disappointment, “you know, this is exactly what will get you both killed,” he grumbles before he storms past you and out of the house. 

Eddie murmurs words under his breath as he shakes his head, before he turns to you, noticing the frown on your face, the uncertainty. 

“Come on, you are helping me with something today.”

You finally look up again, glancing at him first, at the kind smile directed at you, the warmth in his eyes so different from the coldness in Steve’s. Nancy offers you a small smile too but the tears in her eyes aren’t hard to miss, the sadness in her features, the disappointment – maybe you should have left when he told you to. 

“I– um, I can find a map somewhere else, I’ll go–”

“No.” Nancy shakes her head, “you’re staying, that’s final.” 

“He doesn’t want me here,” you speak, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“I want you here,” she argues, shrugging her shoulders. 

“So do I.” Eddie nudges your shoulder, still smiling just as softly as before. “You’re staying until he– we’re ready to leave, we’ll go together when the time is right.” 

You don’t understand why they want you here so badly, why they even care as much as they do, you understand him more, better. 

You welcome their company with open arms though, appreciating it more than anything. You have been on your own for too long, you hated every minute of it, no matter how normal it became to you, you hated it, you don’t want it anymore. 

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to say yes – he won’t let you leave anyways, even if you insisted. 

“So… have you ever gone fishing?” Eddie asks you, beginning to lead you away when he hears Nancy’s soft sniffle, knowing she won’t want comfort or sympathy from him or you. There is only one she would want it from, but that one is long gone, so the only thing he or anyone can do is give her the space that she needs in moments like these. 

He shuts the door behind him.

-

The wind is soft against your skin, warm and pleasant, the sun shines down on you, bright and golden rays hitting the lake and the grass surrounding you, it doesn't feel like fall yet. There is a boat by the shore, slightly moving every time the waves slosh against it. 

Eddie is humming beside you, enjoying the warm day, the silence. It’s easy to forget what’s out there when you take in your peaceful surroundings and breathe in the fresh air. You remember the rotten smell in the first few months before winter came, you remember the dead birds on the ground, the apples that fell from the trees, infested by maggots, it was disgusting and you constantly had to wear a mask as to not gag after every breath you took of this rotten world. 

You feel sad every time you think of how you will never smell flowers again or grass after the rain, how you will never see a field of sunflowers again, even when a part of you always hoped that the one behind your house was somehow spared by this world – it would have to be a miracle and miracles are something rare nowadays. 

You wonder what this place looked like before, if any flowers grew surrounding the field in front of the lake, if it was filled with people in the summer, if any teenagers have snuck down here to throw bonfire parties, to jump into the water in the middle of the night, to share a first kiss, to come here to be alone, to cry, to enjoy the silence, to enjoy the view. 

Places that were once filled with people, are now abandoned, haunted with the sound of what once was, of something that will never be again. It’s not only the world that has changed, people have too. 

“Do you wanna try?” Eddie asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Hm?” You tilt your head to the side, furrowing your brows at the curly haired man before you. 

He chuckles, noticing the confused frown on your face, the lost look in your eyes. You were distracted, far away from here. 

“I know I’m handsome, didn’t think you’d be so distracted by my beauty,” he smirks and rolls his shoulders. 

You can’t hold back the giggle that falls from your lips, the playfully arrogant look on his face, the plastered smirk. You have only known him for a couple of hours, yet you can already tell that this man loves to tease people.

“I was actually distracted by my surroundings, I was wondering what this place looked like before… you know.” 

Eddie nods, his smiling fading a bit, he looks down at the rod in his hand, “it was nice, I mean it still is, considering everything,” he pauses, pointing at the big willow tree that was somehow left untouched by this new world. “Flowers used to grow right here though, lots of ‘em. Bet you would’ve loved that.” 

A smile grazes your face, you nod at him, “I know I would, there used to be this big field of sunflowers behind my parents’ house, it was beautiful. I got lost in it as a child though… once or twice.” 

Eddie chuckles at that, “or thrice?” 

You squint your eyes and smile sheepishly at him, making him chuckle again, “that’s cute.” 

You nudge his shoulder with your own, “you think me getting lost is cute?” 

“Hey, you’ve come a long way since then, look at you, traveling through the country without getting lost,” he teases, nudging you back. 

“Who says I didn’t get lost a few times? I might’ve taken one too many wrong routes and got off the path.” 

“Oh no, sweets,” Eddie shakes his head at you, “I think you’ve taken the right ones, they lead you right here and now you’re with us, you’re on the right path.” 

Eddie can see the bit of confusion in your eyes, like you don’t understand him, just like you don’t understand Nancy, he knows there must be reasons for that, he can’t even imagine them though. 

You look away from his warm eyes, to his arms, to the tattoos and the scars that linger on his skin, his hand is holding the rod tightly, his fingers are adorned with rings, you can tell that they are a part of him, just like the tattoos, every single one of them has a meaning. You look back into his eyes – Eddie is still a stranger to you but there is a certain energy around him, you can’t help but feel safe with him. 

“You are really kind, Eddie. You and Nancy, I appreciate that a lot.” 

The tone in your voice is sad, he can tell that much, he can see it too when you cast your eyes on the ground. 

“Hey, I think we could use some kindness in this world, don’t you think?” He smiles softly. 

Your lips curl upwards, you nod slowly, though you stay quiet for another second or two. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to share that opinion with you…” You murmur quietly, a little scared to touch that topic but still curious. You heard what Nancy had said to him, it left you wondering all day. “He is not very kind, and he doesn’t want me here.”

“He’ll come around,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Besides, we’re not staying either, as soon as the RV is done, we’re leaving, together.” 

Nancy had told you about it, about the community, a safe haven, somewhere far away, on the shores of California. Her family is there, her mother and her siblings, Mike and Holly, and other survivors who were led away from here by a man named Hopper. For months they hadn’t heard from them, didn’t know if they had made it there or not. Steve was positive that they had died just like everyone else did – but then, a few weeks ago, the radio station in their living room had finally given a signal, after months and months of waiting, it finally came to life, and through came the voice of Dustin Henderson, Mike’s friend. 

Eddie had started fixing the RV right after. He didn’t want to waste more time staying in Hawkins, in the small gated residential that is now only filled with a few old people who refuse to leave their homes behind, they will die here and they’re okay with that. Eddie and Nancy aren’t. 

“Nancy told me Nevada is your destination?” Eddie asks, continuing after you nod. “It’s on our way, we’ll go there together.” 

You like the sound of that, you like the thought of not having to continue your travels by yourself, because it gets quite lonely, sometimes unsettling. 

You want to go home, to your family, to your parents and your brother. You know that there is a great chance that they have left, that they have found some place else to stay but the last time you have spoken to them, when you were still able to call, when you were still in your apartment in New York, they were set on staying at the house. Your dad said that it was safe to stay, that gates and fences were built around the town, around the neighbourhood, nothing could come through. 

“I’d like that.” You wish you could smile, you wish you could believe it, but you know that Steve doesn’t want to leave and you can’t imagine Eddie and Nancy leaving without him. “Steve doesn’t want to leave though… why is that?”

At that, Eddie falls quiet for a moment, his back hunches, his lips curl into a frown, sadness flashes in his features. 

“He uh,” he pauses to take a deep breath, “he doesn’t want to leave his best friend, Robin.” 

When he looks up at you, he notices how you get lost in your thoughts for a moment, millions of questions flash before you, questions you want to ask but won’t, out of respect. You open your mouth a few times, though no words come out.

There is this feeling inside of you, that heavy yet hollow feeling that takes home in your chest that tells you everything you need to know, it’s a feeling you have mistaken for anxiety before, when you didn’t know yet what it actually was. 

“...Why isn’t Robin going too?”

Eddie hesitates, turning to look at the lake, he takes a few deep breaths, blinks as he stares ahead. 

“She uh, she wants to stay here.”

“Oh.” 

Eddie tries to smile, though it seems forced. 

“But you don’t want to, and neither does Nancy,” you point out, knowing that she can’t wait to get out of here. 

Eddie shakes his head, pressing his lips together as he breathes in, “no, I wanna be with my friends and my uncle.” 

“He’s in the community too?” 

Now he smiles genuinely, “yeah, he is there. Bet he is on a boat all day, catching fish for everyone. That’s something he always dreamed of actually, living by the ocean, going on boat tours, he never got the chance to before, when he wasn’t struggling with money, he was taking care of me… I can’t believe the world had to end for him to live a better life.” 

You smile sadly, you can see that his uncle means a lot to him, you can tell that he misses him strongly. 

“Yeah, well… life is weird, most people don’t fit into this world, most people are guided by fear and hatred now but… some have it the other way around, I suppose, as crazy as that sounds.”

Eddie nods at that, a soft chuckle falls from his lips as he looks back at the water, “honestly, this still feels like a fever dream.”

It did to you too, it felt like a dream you desperately wanted to wake up from, a nightmare like none you have ever experienced before. You don’t even remember what it was that made you realize that your old life was over, that nothing would go back to the way it was, that this was your life now and for always – perhaps it was the evilness that had awoken in most people you have encountered, or maybe it was the gruesome ways you watched people getting killed, or maybe it was the loneliness and the lack of life on the streets. 

You doubt that Eddie had changed much, you feel like he had always been this way, kind and openhearted. 

You wonder about Steve though, you have heard what Nancy said to him. 

“What uh, what about Steve? Was he always like this?”

“You mean was he always an asshole?” Eddie asks, chuckling. 

Your face flushes at that, and you quickly shake your head. 

“No, I-I mean–”

“Come on, sweetheart,” Eddie tilts his head, eyes flashing with amusement, “he is kind of an asshole but to answer your question, no, he wasn’t always like this, he was always protective but now it’s more than that, he’s… everything is a threat to him now, everything he doesn’t know is danger.”

“So… I’m a threat to him?” 

Eddie chuckles again, he shakes his head. 

“I don’t think you could look like one even if you tried. He is just wary, he’ll come around though.” 

You huff at his words, frowning a little, you’re well aware that people think you’re an easy target. Your experiences from the past, ones that happened not too long ago even, are proof of that. 

“Well, even if he saw me as a threat or anyone else for that matter, I wouldn’t blame him.”

Eddie furrows his brows, “this world, the monsters are the real enemy.”

You once thought so too, back when you were still naive, still untouched by this world. 

“There are worse things than monsters out there, Eddie.” 

There’s no smile on your face now, no softness in your eyes, the tone in your voice is serious. A chill runs down his spine, something about the way you said it, worries him. He wants to ask, he wants to know what you are talking about, though a part of him already knows the answer to that. 

“I–” Before he can utter another word, he watches the way your eyes widen as you touch his shoulder without forcing your eyes away from the lake. 

“You got one! I think you got one!” You point at the line that keeps jerking forward. 

“Oh!” Eddie jumps up, lifting the rod back up in the air, he starts pulling the fish up. His tongue pokes out between his teeth, a look of concentration taking over his face now. 

“You got it, you got it!” You clap your hands excitedly, making him chuckle beside you as you jump on the grass. 

“Alright,” Eddie murmurs, not even struggling against the strength that keeps pulling at the rod, “get the net for me, please.”

You bend down and reach for the net that he threw down earlier. You pick it up, and follow him to the shore. 

“You’re next, sweetheart,” Eddie grins at you, “gonna let you catch the second fish.” 

-

“That’s one big fucking fish! Good job, Eds!” Nancy exclaims with joy as she serves the big plate in the middle of the table. 

Steve looks up at Eddie to see if he is smiling proudly, instead he sees him scowling. 

“It… wasn’t me.” 

Steve and Nancy slowly turn their heads to you, to see you wiggling in your seat, excitedly. 

“I caught the mackerels,” Eddie grumbles as he reaches for the freshly baked bread, “she caught that one.”

Steve hides his surprise well, though he still looks at you as he sips on his whiskey before he reaches for the bowl of cooked potatoes. 

“Wait, you fish?” Nancy asks as she sits down beside you. 

You shake your head, smiling at your new friend, “nope! But I’m strong and I learn fast!” 

You ignore Steve’s sighs and his incoherent words that he grumbles under his breath. You look at him from the side though, catching him glaring at you. 

“I can tell!” Nancy chuckles as she turns to Eddie, “you’ve got some competition.” 

“I fucking know, Nance,” Eddie mumbles, pretending to be mad, like he didn’t cheer when you caught that fish. He turns to Steve, who not only fills his own plate but also Eddie’s and then Nancy’s. 

It’s a sweet gesture, one that shows you that he isn’t as heartless as he pretends to be. 

“Thanks man,” Eddie grins, to which Steve doesn’t even smile or look at him, he turns to you though, looking into your eyes intensely – no smile, no kindness, nothing. It’s hard to look past his cold behaviour, to take him in fully, he is so robotic and rude, even when he isn’t speaking to you, he is mean, you can’t see anything else but that. You don’t expect him to put dinner on your plate like he does for his friends, you are not welcome here in his eyes but you also don’t expect him to hand you the bowl. 

You reach for it, taking it from his hands, he immediately withdraws when your fingers touch his, like you are venom. 

“I can take you to the greenhouse tomorrow!” Nancy smiles as she picks up her fork, stabbing it into the steamed carrots. “I’ll show you our crops, we’ve got a lot of carrots growing, right now!” 

Steve glares at her, he wants you gone by the morning, he’s made it loud and clear when he came back earlier while you were out fishing with Eddie. 

Nancy ignores him, Eddie does too, he is too busy taking apart the fish on his plate. But you, you can’t unsee the disapproving look on his face, it makes you squirm in your seat, it takes away your appetite too. 

“I’m still surprised by how much food you have–”

“It isn’t much,” Steve interrupts you as he takes a bite of his food, his eyes practically pierce through your soul, making you cower. He acts like you will take away everything. 

Nancy’s angry eyes do little, she even kicks him under the table but he ignores her. 

“It’s much for someone who had nothing for months. Besides, I didn’t think that vegetables and fruit could still grow, there’s a lot of rotten land out there.” 

There is no regret or guilt in his eyes, he can tell that you hadn’t had much to eat, that yesterday’s dinner and all the food on the table tonight, is a real feast for you. 

“I’m sure there are other places out there that have more food, you’ll find your way there.” 

Eddie sighs loudly beside him, shaking his head, though to keep the peace at this table, he bites his tongue. 

Nancy leans back in her chair, she clenches her jaw, not hiding the anger she has got directed at him. 

“Yeah… I’m sure I will,” You murmur quietly before you pick up your fork and start eating, forcing the food down that you were excited for. 

He looks down at you, not blinking, not moving. You chew your food slowly unlike the night before. You tuck your hair behind your ear and pull the sleeve of your sweater over your free hand. There are dark circles under your eyes, like you haven’t slept in days – and you probably haven’t until last night, even that wasn’t enough to catch up on all that you have lost. You probably haven’t had a warm meal in weeks, maybe months. You probably haven’t felt safe since the day the world has ended. But he can’t care, he shouldn’t, it will only make things complicated, it will only do damage. 

“We will,” Nancy exclaims. 

“What?” Steve asks, forcing his gaze away from you. 

“I said, we will find a place like that out there, in fact we will find our way to California together, she is coming with us as soon as the RV is ready.” Nancy says with a loud and determined tone, not caring to go soft on him anymore. 

Steve slams his fork down, making you flinch. He stands up, nearly causing his chair to fall over. He grabs his gear that he threw on the coffee table earlier. 

“Where are you going?” Nancy frowns, also getting up. 

“To Robin. I can’t believe you two are still going on about this,” he scoffs, taking one last look at you before he storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him. 

You sit quietly, looking down at your plate, no longer feeling the hunger in your stomach. 

Nancy sighs loudly, she looks up at the ceiling, her jaw still clenched. She sits down again, and picks her fork back up. 

You lift your head and glance at Eddie, “is Robin…”

“The best friend who doesn’t want to leave the community, yeah.” He glances at Nancy, for only a split second, before he looks down again and continues eating. 

Nancy clears her throat before she looks at you, she knows you’re curious about her, about why she isn’t here, why she isn’t coming too. 

“Her parents are really strict, they don’t allow her to leave Hawkins,” she explains, hesitating for a moment, “and… Steve doesn’t want to leave without her, so…”

“Oh,” you nod in understanding, squinting your eyes as you look at his empty space. He is so angry, so hateful towards everything and everyone. “Is he… are they like in love or something?” 

Eddie laughs at that, shaking his head, “mmm… no… trust me, birdie’s type is more… people like you.” 

Nancy looks down with a smile and flushed cheeks. 

You tilt your head to the side, “oh… you mean non grumpy?” 

They both chuckle in amusement, the questioning and innocent look in your eyes is funny to them both. 

It takes you a moment to realize why they are so amused by your question, and you grow flustered once you understand. 

“...Oh!” 

That still doesn’t answer your question about him. 

“Now eat up, sweets,” Eddie says, gesturing to your nearly untouched plate, “forget that grumpy asshole.” 

Nancy looks down with wide eyes, taking a deep breath as she starts eating again too, “kinda hard to when he acts like this.” 

Yeah, it is hard to forget that man and his glaring eyes, the cold shoulder and the mean comments that are meant to drive you away as fast as possible. You know he is probably counting down the hours until you’re gone and he doesn’t have to see you anymore. 

Tomorrow you will be alone again, all by yourself, with no one to talk to, with no one to laugh with. You will be back on the road and you will turn around after nearly every step that you will take, you won’t have a warm dinner and a hot shower, you won’t have that feeling of safety, you won’t sleep again, you will spend another winter fighting for your life -- if you even make it that far.

So, you try, you try to forget him, you try to enjoy this moment with Eddie and Nancy, you try for as long as you can, even when it gets late and Nancy excuses herself to take a shower while you and Eddie clean the kitchen together. 

A comfortable silence settles between you both, you wipe down the counter while he washes the dishes. You can tell that he is thinking hard about something, you noticed that he always frowns really strongly when he gets lost in his own head. 

You grab a fresh towel and lean against the counter beside him, reaching for one of the washed plates, and you start drying it. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally breaks the silence, and you know you’re about to find out what went on in his head. 

“Sure.” 

“Earlier you said that there are worse things than monsters out there,” he pauses and puts the sponge down, putting the washed cutlery on the counter for you to dry, he wipes his hands with the towel that was thrown over his shoulder and he crosses his arms over his chest when he turns his whole body to face you. “What’d you mean by that?”

A quiet ‘oh’ falls from your lips. You don’t answer his question right away, taking your time to finish drying the plates. Eddie doesn’t push you, waiting for you to be ready, and when you are, you turn to face him, as well. 

“I meant people.” 

He only raises his eyebrows at you. 

“People are bad, Eddie. You can’t even imagine what it’s like out there,” you sigh, not hiding the fear in your eyes. “People will do anything to survive, they will take anything they want, anyone they want…” 

His brown eyes that were previously filled with confusion and curiosity are blank for a moment, his eyebrows stay furrowed until your words fully dawn on him and his features pull into a look of shock, understanding. 

“Oh,” he whispers softly as his arms fall to his sides. 

“There are no rules out there, anyone can get away with anything. I’ve seen people kill others for cans of food, for ammo or water. I’ve come across people who didn’t take me in so kindly, all I got was stale bread and a cell to sleep in for the night and those weren’t even the worst ones.” 

Eddie frowns, he doesn’t open his mouth to speak, not knowing what to say yet. 

“I’ve heard rumors… of young girls and boys being sold, traded for weapons and other things. I didn’t want to believe it.” 

His face pales at your words, he shakes his head slowly, disbelief is written all over his face. 

You swallow the growing lump in your throat, take a deep breath, you try to ignore the chills that run down your spine still from that night. 

“A few days ago, maybe a week… I was looking for food at a gas station when a sick person snuck up on me, nearly ripped a hole into my head when it grabbed at my hair. I fell onto broken glass,” you pause to show him the wound on your shoulder, “that fucker nearly got me, I couldn’t reach my gun fast enough, I thought I was done for… Someone saved me, a man.”

Eddie swallows, bracing himself for what he is about to hear. 

“Scared me more than that sick person, honestly. I didn’t trust him, but he helped me, got me alcohol and bandages for my wound, and offered me water and food. He told me that he lived in a nearby community, that his wife and his kids were there too. I was naive. I was tired and desperate for shelter, I fell for it and I almost paid for my stupidity.” You pause, feeling your heart race from just telling the story. “I had a bad feeling but I still got into his car, and it only took two minutes for him to pull out a syringe. I knew right then and there what I had gotten myself into.” 

“Jesus,” Eddie whispers, eyeing you worriedly. 

“I fought, I-I don’t know how I got myself out of that one but I did.” 

You try not to think of the way you had almost lost that fight, how his hands grabbed at you, how scared you felt, how you thought that your heart was gonna jump out of your throat, how he nearly stabbed that needle into your neck if you hadn’t managed to kick your heel into his groin, buying you that time that you needed to get out of there and jump out of the moving car. 

“I ran into the woods, I didn’t want to get back into that town and risk him coming back for me… with more men. I was lost for days, at one point I thought that I wouldn’t find my way back out of those woods but I did, I made it out and I got here. Steve was the first person, the first man I stumbled into after that. I-I was a little scared… but he looked harmless compared to the one before, and even if he wasn’t, I would’ve taken him over anyone else.” You admit, looking down at your hands. 

Eddie is stunned, he doesn’t know what to say after all of this. He is shocked and horrified. He knew that people were cruel, even before all of this, but he never thought that they would turn into this. He looks down at you, sadly, he is glad that worse didn’t happen but what you went through was bad enough. 

“People are like that…?”

You nod, “yeah… it’s rough out there… when you’re alone.”

Eddie didn’t want you to leave before but now? He would fight Steve to make you stay. 

He places his hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly, he looks into your eyes, giving you a promising look, “you’re not alone anymore, alright? You’ve got us–”

“But Steve–”

“It doesn’t matter what he said, he wouldn’t let you out there either if he knew about this. He is not that cruel, I promise. You’re with us now and you ain’t leaving without us.” 

Eddie makes a promise, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he won’t break it. 

“Okay,” you whisper, smiling softly at him before you turn away and pick up your task again. 

Eddie keeps looking at you though, with a smile that slowly fades and eyes that flash with sadness. He has only known you for one day but he couldn’t help but grow protective of you already, just the way he felt when he was still in high school and he took in all the lost sheep who were looking for shelter from all those hungry wolves. 

He won’t let you out there on your own, he won’t let Steve throw you out to the wolves who have gotten even hungrier. 

Eddie had dealt with so much guilt when he was dragged into this world two years ago. He had no chance of saving her, but he can save you. He knows you will die if you go out there alone, with or without a map. You can’t depend on your luck alone. It got you this far, but how much more is there for you to use?

And as he chats away with you again, to distract you and himself from the sudden fear of what else they might encounter once they leave the community, you two don’t hear the creak of the stairs as someone goes to their room after spending the last minutes perched on the kitchen’s doorway.

Someone whose eyebrows were furrowed in the middle with worry, with guilt. He didn’t know it was that bad out there. He didn’t know the monsters weren’t the only ones killing, and from what you told Eddie, the bite of a demobat seemed a far better outcome than being taken away by some random people for them to do, god knows what with you.

Steve’s heart was torn as he went into his room, sighing as he dropped his bag to the floor. He felt his stomach twisting with emotions, with nerves, with feelings that he couldn’t quite figure out at the moment. It was all too dangerous, everything was. But maybe now that Eddie knew how dangerous moving around was, the idea of leaving was no longer brought up to him.

And you… He wants to strangle you.

-

Your feet drag you down the stairs, rubbing your eye lazily as you try to wipe the sleep away from you. You kept thinking of the conversation with Eddie, and you wondered how in the world were you going to be in the same place as someone who just didn’t want you breathing their same oxygen. There was no way you could possibly stay a long time with someone like that. 

The smell of coffee filled your nostrils, something you just couldn’t believe you were smelling yet. Something you never thought you would smell ever again. Nancy must be awake, and you couldn’t wait to ask her what you could help with today, but the moment you crossed the kitchen’s doorway, you were surprised to see brown brushed hair, a broad back facing you, wearing a plain white t-shirt and some black sweatpants. 

Steve turned around, his eyes clashing with yours for just one second before placing a cup on the counter, filled with coffee.

“We have milk, but we save it. I can only offer black coffee and some sugar.” You were not expecting him to hand you coffee. You were not expecting a good morning from him at all, and for you, this gesture was his way of saying it.

“I– It’s okay…” Your hands grabbed onto the cup and then poured six spoonfuls of sugar, making Steve wince at the sight.

“God, just like Munson–” You heard him scoff as he turned away from you and your eyes looked at his broad back as you watched him pour coffee into his own cup. You immediately brought the cup to your lips as he turned to face you again.

“T–Thank you.” His jaw clenched for a second, taking a sip of his coffee at the same time you did. Silence filled the room and you could feel just how awkward everything was. What were you supposed to say now? Should you be the one to tell him you might be staying? That Eddie is not letting you leave? Your mouth opened only for his voice to interrupt you.

“If you are planning on staying here, you’ll have to do chores and tasks like we all do.” 

“Huh?” Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He was looking at his coffee as if it were the most interesting thing in the world before his sharp gaze turned to you.

“We shift our tasks daily. We don’t do the same thing everyday. Patrolling is a two men job–”

“You were alone that day–”

“Eddie had an emergency and it was time I had to go home anyways. There’s fishing, cooking, cleaning, gardening, patroling.” You were blinking absentmindedly at him as he kept talking and you couldn’t believe he was letting you stay. With conditions, but he was letting you fucking stay.

“Wait, are you serious?” Your voice was small as you asked the questions, “I can stay?”

“Who’s staying?” Nancy walked in, her hair a matter mess on her head, which made Steve scoff in disapproval, only for her to shrug at him as she went to get a cup from the cupboard.

“She is staying.” Nancy almost dropped the cup as she heard Steve’s words, her eyes widening as she looked at him and then back at you. “And you better not make me fucking regret this.”

His eyes were locked with yours and for some reason he felt a shiver running down his spine. Something that was telling him ‘you did the right thing’. He better have. Whatever just told him he made the right decision, better not fuck him over. Nancy turned to jump in excitement your way, smiling as she started to tell you what tasks you could take on, while you stared between her and him, not understanding what was going on yet.

Maybe he can convince you to stay, and maybe that is the key to making Eddie and Nancy stay. To forget the idea of leaving Hawkins. He can’t leave Robin. He doesn’t understand how Eddie and Nancy can easily leave her behind. He just hopes you don’t do the exact opposite.

God, he really does hope he did the right thing.

☀︎

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Chan| Misunderstanding

In which you are hurt by something Chan said.

You were on your way to Chan’s studio, with a cutely wrapped pack lunch and note. You knew your boyfriend had the tendency to overwork and skip meals; so you wanted to make sure that he was eating at least one fulfilling meal a day.

Just as you were about to knock on the door you heard the guys laughing. You smiled and realized Chan must be working with all of them at the moment. It was so cute to you how he took all of them in as his kids.

You raised your hand to knock again as you heard Jeongin speak up.

“Channie Hyung, when is Noona coming today?”

You heard a shuffling of feet and a sound come closer to the door. The squeaking of styrofoam made you flinch a little as you could assume someone was getting water from the bubbler.

“I don’t know.” You tensed as you realized it was Chan by the bubbler. “She probably will at the worst time.” He said, chuckling and clapping his hands once. His voice was oddly light for something so hurtful. “But we’re gonna at least get Seungmin’s part down before she comes, because she’ll probably stick around for a while.” You can hear him walking away from the door.

“Do you not like your girlfriend coming around hyung?” You hear Jeongin say jokingly, a little nervous laugh in his voice. 

Before you can even hear a response you quickly make your way to the exit.

As you were walking you walked past Sana.

“Y/N!” She quickly embraces you and looks at you with a warm smile. “How is my favorite person doing?” Sana had actually been the one to introduce you to Chan, after you had met her and hit it off in a chance meeting.

You looked up and gave Sana a small smile, and her face immediately fell.

“What did that Pabo do? Do I have to beat him up? ‘Accidentally’ leak his latest comeback in a way that is bad?” She said seriously, squishing your cheeks, and stroking your hair like a comforting big sister.

You sniffed and shook your head. “It’s nothing…can you not tell him I was here Eonni?” You say quietly. She nods as Tzuyu walks up and smiles at you.

“Hi, Y/N!” You smile at her and wave as you make your way back to your car.

As you drive you grip the steering wheel tightly and bite your lip. 

You blink back a few tears and you make your way to your apartment.

You place the food you made for Chan in the back of your fridge, hiding the cute little ribboned package with a few jars of various things, not wishing to look at it, but not having the heart to throw away the food you spent so long preparing.

You felt too sad to even clean up the dishes you had used to make, figuring you’d go sleep off your sadness for a bit and clean up when you were in a better headspace.

(x)

You felt the bed shift beside you and familiar toned arms wrap around you. Chan’s scent engulfed you, something oceany mixed with linens  and the slight hint of sweat from his practice. This scent was something you loved, something you found yourself thinking of when you thought of home.

“I used your emergency key. You didn’t answer any of my texts, so I came over to check on you.”

You look at the clock.

11:04 p.m.

You had been asleep for a while.

“Are you sick baby?” He hummed quietly, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Sick?” You said hoarsely.

Chan’s eyes opened in concern as he sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

“You sound sick baby, is everything okay?” He said getting up and rustling through the drawers by your bedside, looking for the thermometer he had placed there.

“I’m…I’m not sick.” You say quietly, trying to clear your throat. You had been crying a lot and ended up irritating your throat so much from your choked sobs it had become hoarse.

“Your voice sounds…nasally and hoarse.” He mumbles, still searching. “And you didn’t come to the studio, so it figures you must be sick.” He sighs and places his hands on his hips. “I think I left an extra thermometer for you down stairs I’ll be right back baby-” You look down as he places a chaste kiss on your forehead and makes his way down stairs, his feet making a staccato rhythm on the staircase.

(x)

Once Chan had found where he placed the thermometer and cold and flu tablets he opened your fridge to find something sweet for you to use as a chaser for the cold medicine you hated the taste of oh so much.

“I think I brought her a slice of cake the other day…” He mumbled looking through the fridge. He moved some things out of the way - perhaps he was overlooking something?

After moving a pickle jar he saw something with a cute little red ribbon.

He grabbed it and unwrapped it. 

“Y/N likes those little pastry shops, they always have cute packaging…” He trailed off looking a little confused as he saw a little envelope sealed shut with a pineapple sticker. 

It was placed on top of a few containers.

“Did someone make her a care package?” Chan wondered as he opened up the containers, but quickly realized that wasn’t it at all.

You had always loved making Mexican food for Chan, since it was something you were good at and he loved. He just didn’t get to eat it much because any of the places he could find that sold it always made things too spicy for him. You made it perfectly suited to his tastes.

A small breath left his lips as he  held the envelope in his hands and carefully peeled the sticker off in a way to keep everything intact.

He smiled as he read your little note to him, and chuckled at the part where you told him to tell Han to not steal your carne asada this time and if he wanted it that he would make you some when you were able to get to the store.

He gave a contented sigh as he carefully started to prepare things to be warmed up.

He contemplated the time he should take to warm things up.

“It must be left over from a day or two since she was sick today…” He mumbled messing with the settings, until he turned towards the sink to wash his hands and noticed the pile of dishes sitting there.

A pile that was very obviously used recently. He looked over in the trash can and saw the packaging of all the ingredients you used.

He started to click things together and then thought back to the odd interaction that had happened earlier.

~~~~

“Hyung, I’m hungry ~” Han whined as Chan and him made their way towards another room.

“We can get something to eat after we finish-”

“Can’t I just eat some of what Noona brought you?” He asked, perking up a bit. “She always makes the best food.”

Chan hmmed in agreement. “She hasn’t brought anything today.”

“But its almost dinner time. She always brings-”

Han bows politely to Sana as she walks past. She stops and turns back to them.

“Ya- Chan.” He had turned around and saw his friend growing. “Stop being such a pabo and apologize quickly.” She said turning away and walking off.

Han looked at him and at Sana’s retreating figure.

“What did you do hyung?” He whispered quietly.

Cham furrowed his brows, because he was also at a loss.

~~~~

He stood in front of your bedroom door, with the plate of food in his hand, but the medicine was left on the counter.

Because you weren’t sick. 

You were sad.

“Baby?” He said quietly as he walked into your room. You were sitting up in your bed scrolling through the shows on your TV, trying to find something to watch.

You looked up as Chan set the plate of food down and you swallowed as you realized he had found it.

You didn’t say anything as he sat down on your bed with you and pulled you into his lap, putting his head in your shoulder and just holding you.

You couldn’t help but feel your lip tremble as you started to cry quietly.

“Baby, shhh, its okay.” He said stroking your hair. “You heard what I said in the studio?”

You nodded and Chan looked at you and gently help your face.

“You didn’t hear all of it though.” He sighs quietly, flattening your unruly hair. “That much is clear.” 

You sniffed and wiped at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater and continued to stroke your hair.

“If I remember correctly, the conversation went something along the lines of you coming at the worst time and staying a while right?” He looked up at the ceiling and hmms in thought. “And then I remember Jeongin asking me if I didn’t like it when my girlfriend came to the studio. And I said no.”

You looked up at him, your lips trembling more now.

“I said No- I actually love it when she comes to the studios. She always comes at the worst times. When I’m feeling unmotivated, or hitting a wall with lyrics or the arrangement. But she comes, and she charges me up with motivation and inspiration when she stays a while. She fills up my battery life.” 

You looked at him, and could tell he wasn't just saying things to make you feel better. There was truth in everything he just said.

“Baby I could never get tired of you. You take care of me so well,” he mumbles, kissing your shoulder. “Besides, if I did Sana would never let me live it down. And to be honest, she becomes really scary when it comes to you." He says shuddering and nuzzling his head into you. 

You giggle and nuzzle back into him.

“Now eat,” He says, grabbing the remote from you and putting on a random drama. It wasn’t like he would be paying much attention to it anyways, he just wanted to look at his girlfriend who he hadn't seen all day.

[ecstxsyy]

KISS ME MORE. | E. BUCKLEY

❝all on my tongue,

I want it!❞

Evan Buckley despised Valentine’s Day until he spent it with you.

18+ mdni !

evan buckley x nash!fem reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol use, slightly intoxicated sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight name-calling, breeding kink, part plot part filth.

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VALENTINE’S DAY has always been one of your favorite holiday’s, even though you’d always spent it alone or with your Uncle Bobby, the idea of people celebrating their love for other was so beautiful to you.

In your mind, this year would be no different. You’d stop at the florists after work to grab the flowers you’d ordered for Bobby in advance, grab some groceries to make pasta for dinner, and head over to Bobby’s apartment.

That was until Bobby interrupted your workout to tell you he had other plans, a mystery someone had asked him to dinner last minute, so, he’d be spending Valentine’s Day with whoever that was.

“Well, who is this mystery person?” You asked Bobby with a smirk, happy that he’d finally begun to move on from every thing in his past.

“Hey, my lips are sealed. But, please don’t spend today alone. I heard Buck is free, he’s been complaining about it all day.” Bobby suggested. “Maybe the two of you could hang out.”

You snorted and proceeded with the workout you had abandoned a few minutes prior.

“Yeah, the whole station heard him.” You joked, powering through some pull-ups.

After Bobby had walked away, the thought lingered in your mind. Was Bobby trying to set you up on a date? You couldn’t lie and say you haven’t had the biggest crush on Buck since he joined the 118, but you’d tried to make sure to suppress it as much as possible. The last thing you wanted was to have something get in the way of your friendship with him.

Later, you found Buck sitting at the kitchen table eating the leftovers from the homemade mac and cheese Bobby prepared everyone for lunch, a smile rising to his face as he looked to see you come up the staircase.

“Hey, you want some?” Buck asked, offering up some of his food immediately. You nodded, taking the spoonful of mac and cheese that Buck held up to your mouth.

Once you finished chewing, you turned your attention back to the reason you had come to find him.

“So, I heard you’re gonna be alone for Valentine’s Day.” You spoke, trying to bring it up nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I haven’t really been in the mood for anything to do with romance since Abby left.” Buck huffed, trying not to start the never-ending train of thoughts of her. You nodded, not wanting to throw any more salt in the wound for him. He’d just finally began to realize Abby and him were over, you didn’t want to rub that in his face the way everyone else did.

“Well, Bobby just canceled on me for some mystery woman and I have a bunch of food I planned to cook tonight if you wanna come over and just hang out.” You tried to shrug casually, a wave of nervousness flooding through you.

“Sure, I missed hanging out with you.” Buck smiled, shoving another spoonful of the mac and cheese into his mouth. You nodded and smiled, turning to walk back down the steps to wash the ladder truck.

“Perfect. I’ll see you later, Buckley!” You half-shouted as you got further from him. A rush of adrenaline pumping through you. You knew it wasn’t a date, but, it was nice to finally have company that isn’t your uncle on Valentine’s Day.

Hours later, the smell of fresh garlic and herbs wafted through your quaint apartment. You had just begun preparing garlic chicken alfredo when you heard a knock at the door.

“One sec!” You shouted as you cleaned your hands and smoothed over the short flowy dress you’d decided to wear, moving to open the door.

“I brought tequila.” Buck smiled, holding up a bottle of tequila wrapped in a brown paper bag. You stepped back to allow him in as you smiled.

“You really do know the way to a girl’s heart.” You chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

You moved back to your position at the counter and continued to chop up some onions and garlic, tossing them into the pan once they were the size you preferred.

“It smells delicious in here,” Buck commented, taking a deep breath of the aroma that surrounded him.

“Thank you, it’s one of Bobby’s recipes that I tweaked to my own taste,” You smiled.

Buck nodded shrugging his jacket off and grabbing some glasses from your cabinet. He began pouring you two some drinks, setting yours next to you before turning to lean against the counter. He watched you cook intently as he sipped his drink slowly, he’d never realized how beautiful you were until now.

Truth is, Buck has always felt something towards you. But, you being his bosses niece threw a wrench in those plans immediately. To him, you were forbidden fruit, and we always want things we can’t have.

The longer Buck watched, the more his thoughts began to drift to things they shouldn’t. The only thing on his mind being how would she look bent over this count-

“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“What? Uh, no. Sorry,” Buck apologized as he cleared his throat, averting his gaze to look out of your kitchen window and watch the city lights.

“No, seriously. I know you weren’t just staring that hard for no reason,” You teased.

Buck slammed back the rest of his drink for some liquid courage, deciding that he’d waited long enough for Abby to deny what was in front of him, moving to stand behind you and craning his neck down so his lips were level with your ear.

“Just thinkin’ about how pretty you’d look with this cute little dress bunched up around your waist while I fuck you over this counter,” Buck whispered, letting his lips brush over the top of your ear.

“Why keep imagining when you can find out for real?” You questioned, your stomach burning hot with arousal.

Those words were all the consent Buck needed before he began kissing down your neck to your shoulder, nipping at the skin here and there. Your whimpers and whines did nothing but spur him on, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you forward to bend over the counter, a slight gasp of shock leaving your mouth as you crane your head back to watch him as he lifts the back of your dress.

Buck swears he nearly fainted at the sight that was in front of him, you had no panties on, your wet pussy glistening in the light. The view sent all of his blood south, his cock growing hard beneath his jeans immediately.

“You do this just for me?” Buck asked, landing a hard slap to your left ass cheek before spreading you apart for him to see.

“Mhm,” You hummed, biting your lip as he dove straight in. His eager tongue found its way into your hole immediately, slowly fucking its way inside of you. Buck wanted to take his time with you, everything was so much better than he’d thought it’d be and he wanted to make sure to cherish this moment.

His fingers quickly joined in, rubbing your clit in small circles that sent shocks of pleasure through both of your legs. You were confident if you weren't bent over the counter your legs would have given out on you. The pleasure was nearly overwhelming, little trembles working their way through your legs.

“Hate to say it, but you taste better than any food I could ever eat.” Buck said, moving to kiss your inner thighs while his fingers continued to rub your clit. The food you had been so worried about preparing earlier was long forgotten.

You couldn’t do anything but moan, the feeling of his tongue inside you making your eyes roll back into your head. You could feel the orgasm building in your stomach, beginning to rut back into his face to get more friction.

“Buck ‘m gonna cum,” You mumbled out, trying to find anything to grip onto while your orgasm began to wrack through your body.

Buck refused to come up for air, swapping the positions of his mouth and fingers working them deep inside of you. The curl of his fingers practically threw you over the edge, a cry leaving your throat as you came all over Buck’s face.

Buck’s pace faltered a bit so he could help you ride through your orgasm, slurping and lapping at your weeping cunt.

As soon as you thought you were going to take a break, you felt Buck’s cock slide inside of you. A guttural moan tore through you, his length bottoming out deep inside of you. You were caught off guard, you hadn’t even heard him take his pants off. His cock worked in and out of you slowly, giving you a bit of time to adjust to his girth.

“Fuck, this pussy is better than I ever dreamed it’d be,” Buck practically moaned, letting his head hang for a second while he tried desperately not to cum already.

As he thrusted into you, he’d decided he wasn't getting as deep as he wanted to and grabbed your left leg, lifting it up on the counter to allow himself a whole new and deeper angle. The new position made you cry out, feeling his tip bully the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you.

Buck’s thrusts were desperate, he’d wanted this for too long to hold back. He was going to make you cum until you saw stars, he’d make sure of it and with the way he was fucking you, you were sure of it too.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, your second orgasm already on the horizon. With your leg up, it gave you the perfect angle to slightly grind your clit into the counter. The cool feeling of the marble sent shivers up your spine, the feeling of everything beginning to send you over the edge yet again.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, sending spasms throughout all of your limbs. Buck smirked, watching the way your body convulsed beneath him from his actions.

“There you go, baby. Such a good girl cumming all over my cock,” Buck says, rubbing a hand up your spine to hold onto your shoulder for more leverage.

His hips began to jackhammer into you, his tip brushing your cervix. His change in pace made you see stars, your vision going fuzzy on the edges. All you could think of was his cock barrelling into you, your thoughts slowly slipping away as you entered a cockdrunk haze.

Drool began to pool out of the side of your mouth and onto the counter, your jaw seemingly permanently hung open. The ghost of a moan that refuses to come out hanging on your lips.

“Look at you, all fucked out on your kitchen counter, takin’ this cock like the perfect little whore you are,” Buck said as he pulled your back against his chest, wrapping his arm around your neck tight enough to feel good for you but not hurt you.

You couldn’t breathe out a single word, nothing but moans tumbling from your lips. You could tell Buck was getting close, his hips began to stutter as he thrusted.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum right in this tight little pussy. Make you swell up with my babies, you’d look so pretty. Don’t you think?” Buck asked.

“Please,” You managed to choke out through broken moans.

He continued to fuck himself into you, his length twitching with every clench of your pussy until eventually he couldn't hold his load anymore. His seed coated your insides in a thick layer of white, the warmth of it filling you to the brim. You swore it felt almost never-ending, his cum pouring into your aching hole. So is this why people called him firehose?

His cum began to seep out around his cock, smearing a mess all over both of your thighs. Buck pulled out, spreading your ass to get a good look at his cum pouring out of you. He took his fingers and used them to scoop his cum up, pushing it back into you. He could care less if you got pregnant, at least it’d make you his.

Once he made sure you were good and stuffed, Buck went to get you a warm damp rag, wiping the evidence of what you two just did off of your inner thighs. Your body slumped into his, exhaustion taking over immediately.

Instead of making you walk, Buck scooped you up in his arms. He carried you to your room and laid you in the bed, crawling in beside you to cuddle with you.

Maybe Buck didn’t hate Valentine’s Day after all.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #40 - Annoying]

"When Jungkook acts like the annoying idiot you fell in love with."

Genre: married life!AU, Fluff

Warnings: Kookie being annoying and cute <33, a summer holiday, our queen OC suffers from holiday indigestion rip to her, she describes her poop to him in vivid detail, listen!! they’re married and in love and the intimacy they share makes me weak

Wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: i had this thought that "dookie" would be actually a really cute (and annoying<3) nickname. And i think that out of all my bois, ogc!koo is the best candidate for such a nickname. So here we are, enjoy this cute lil fluff piece 🧡

Your husband is where you left him. He is lounging on the sun bed under the shadow of the straw umbrella, wearing nothing more than black swimming shorts and a pair of dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. The only jewelry he wears is his wedding ring, his piercings and a small fake shark tooth pendant on a leather string, which you both got from the street vendor in front of the hotel. He is currently on his phone, moving his foot in a mindless rhythm.

You and he went on a vacation together. Very far away from home. So far in fact, that you had to take a plane to get there. And it was the best decision ever. The beaches are beautiful, the ocean is clean and has just the right temperature and the hotel is gorgeous. Food is amazing as well, but there was one problem with that. You haven’t been able to take a shit ever since you started this holiday and this was five days ago. You can barely fit any more food inside, your stomach has been hard from everything collecting in there and you have been suffering from a strong tummy ache for two days already, but no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get your body to work. Jungkook had less problems this way. This complete traitor already went to the toilet three times. Unlike you, who still hasn’t been able to go.

That is until today when the sudden urge to poop overcame you as you and Jungkook enjoyed piña coladas by the ocean. You abandoned Jungkook by the beach and ran to get back to your room.

Now, almost an hour later you are back. 

Jungkook turns his head to you when he feels your presence. He lowers his phone.

“And? What’s the status?” he asks.

You lie down on the sun bed next to him, letting out a long sigh.

“I did it.”

“Yaaay, let’s go”, Jungkook cheers quietly, throwing his fists in the air in tiny motions, “no more tummy aches for you.”

“Yeah, I guess but I can’t be happy yet.”

“Why? That bad?”

“It was a warzone. You have no idea what I’ve just been through. I have PTSD just thinking about it. I had the sweats and everything, even had to take off my clothes and I kept gripping the edge of the sink and even had to put my feet up higher. I stacked like three toilet rolls for that.”

“Damn.”

“And it smelled so bad. You have no idea, I stank up the entire room so bad that I had to leave the windows open when I left.”

“Oh no, that bad?”

“Yeah, that bad. I was constipated at first until it shot outta me like a torpedo and I thought it was over until I got a tummy cramp and then I started to explosive diarrhea everywhere.”

“Ooh damn okay that sounds traumatic.”

“It was traumatic. My ass hurts and I still feel dirty even though I took a shower. With two rounds of soap. But I had to do it in like my own toxic shit fumes and I think they’re burned into my nostril hairs because I can still smell it.”

Jungkook cracks up.

“Awww baby, you’re my little stinker now”, he teases, nudging your arm playfully, “my little stinkbug.”

“No, stop, don’t call me that”, you whine, “it’s already embarrassing enough.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, my stinkbug. It’s only natural to shit.”

“I told you not to call me that”, you get out under your breath, hitting his thigh gently, “what if someone hears you?”

Jungkook snickers, “and it’s okay for you to describe your traumatising shit to me in vivid detail?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I did it quietly. I know you, you’re just gonna call me stinker for the rest of the day and that’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook snickers, “I think it’s cute. My little stinker”, he says and leans over to smooch your cheek. 

“Shut up, you’re so annoying”, you mumble, nudging his chest. 

“Mhm and you married me, so you love it.”

You roll your eyes at him, letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re annoying”, you say fondly and rest back on the sun bed. 

“I’m happy for you though”, Jungkook says, caressing your tummy gently, “I was suffering with you. Holiday indigestions are the worst.”

“Yeah, I’m happy too. Traumatised but happy.”

He chuckles, squeezing your thigh. You laugh, patting his hand. 

“Hey, my stinker?” Jungkook asks then.

“Urgh, shut up. What?”

“Can you lotion up my back? I wanna go for a swim, but I’m scared to burn”, Jungkook asks as he already turns his back to you.

“Yeah, of course”, you say, sitting up so you can comfortably reach his back. You own one of those sunscreens which comes in a spray bottle. You spray it directly onto Jungkook’s back, earning yourself a loud yelp of shock from him.

“This is so cold. No. Don’t do that”, he whines, trying to writhe away which only makes you spray more cream onto his back. 

“It’s what you get for calling me stinker”, you say with a shiteating grin on your lips. 

“Wah, you’re so mean”, he says, making you chuckle.

You place the bottle aside and connect your hands with his back to spread the sunscreen evenly. His body is very clearly warmed up from the summer heat, his back feels hot under your palms. You are sure that a swim in the cool water will do him good. 

“Make sure to get the tattoos”, he says.

“I am”, you promise him, “don’t worry.” 

“Thanks, stinky.”

“Do. Not.”

You pinch his sides, making him squeak and writhe away.

“Don’t call me that.”

You tickle him again, forcing him to laugh and fight you off with his hands. 

“Stinky, please.”

“Don’t call me that”, you warn as laughter escapes you and your fingers squeeze his ticklish waist even harder.

“Sorry fine sorry, I yield”, he gives up,  twisting around so he is facing you, “you win, don’t tickle me”, he laughs, pushing your hands away gently. 

You grin in triumph, “good.”

Then you reach for the face sunscreen, opening it.

“Good idea”, Jungkook says, closing his eyes in anticipation. 

You spread an even layer of sunscreen on his face and neck, making sure to get his ears as well. The remnants of the sunscreen, you spread on his shoulders.

“Do you need it reapplied on your arms as well?” you ask him.

“No, I managed to get everything else. It was just the back I struggled with.”

“Okay, then you’re good to go.”

“Thanks, sweetheart”, he says and gets up, “do you wanna join me?”

“No thank you”, you let out in a breathy laugh, shaking your head, “I still need to recover.”

“Okay. See you later, my dookie”, he says and grins.

“Jungkook”, you gasp, gawking at him with widened eyes.

Jungkook laughs and turns to jog down to the water with snickers of mischief leaving him. 

“You’re annoying!” you call after him with your eyes racing over the other people to see if somebody had heard him. It seems that nobody did. You are simply yet another couple teasing each other lovingly in a sea of strangers.

[plussizefantasia]

Taste-Testing

Flufftober Day 10: Bakery AU pt2

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 1: Sweet Things. This one is a lot more dialog-heavy than the others and just a touch more spicy too. I think I'm obsessed with Bucky and Sweets so I'll for sure be continuing their story after flufftober ends. Anyway, please reblog if you liked it it means a lot!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Waiting until you got home after work to call Bucky was like torture. The note he left on the napkin after his departure was carefully folded up and placed into the pocket of your apron. When the traffic of customers lulled during the day, you’d pull it out and re-read it over again.

You’ve never really had a nickname before, but you liked Sweets. Maybe it was because it was the one that he gave you. 

When you finally were able to close down for the day, you rushed through locking up the shop and did the closest thing the running as you could without looking psycho all the way to your apartment. 

The phone hadn’t even rung twice before Bucky answered, “Hello?” 

‘Um. Bucky? You left your number on the napkin today, I assumed that meant you were okay with me calling.”

He chuckled, “More than okay, sweets. I’ve been waiting for your call”

You were surprised “Really?”

“Yeah, how many gorgeous women do you think I give me number every day?”

“Oh, Uh. I didn’t think you went around throwing your number at girls I just-”

“Breathe Sweets,” he gently reminded you over the phone and your body automatically responded, drawing in a deep breath and stopping your potential rambling short. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“I was uh, gonna start to test out some new recipes for the holidays. Got to make sure they work right before the weather switches from fall to winter.”

“Need a taste tester?” He asked it so nonchalantly you’d think that the two of you hung out all the time. Not that this was one of the first few conversations you’d ever had that didn’t revolve around his work or yours. Before you could overthink though, you were sending him your address and he told you he’d pick up dinner and be there in twenty minutes.

You didn’t really know what to do with yourself so you busied your hands with prepping what you would need to make the new pastries you were gonna try and attempt to clean up the main area that contained your couches and coffee table. 

The knocks on your door were short and you nearly tripped over yourself rushing to the door to open it. 

Bucky was endeared to the breathless way that you greeted him and the way your hair was sticking out in every which way. It was obvious that you’d been doing something but the way your hair was mussed made him think less than innocent thoughts. 

He refused to follow through on them though, normally he wouldn’t have a problem with taking an attractive woman like you to bed right away but he really liked you, and wanted to see where this could go. He couldn’t do that if he let himself give into his more… animalistic… urges. 

“I brought Chinese hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great thanks, though you really didn’t need to get me dinner”

“I know I didn’t sweets but my mother always said that I needed to eat my dinner before I could have a treat.” You don’t think he realizes just how charming he is. His smooth tone and sultry smirk made you weak in the knees and you needed to remind yourself that he was here to taste test your recipes, not you.

“So, what are you making that needs my tasting expertise?” He set the food on your small apartment counter and began unpacking everything he had. It was enough food for a family of five. 

He suddenly got a little sheepish, “I didn’t know what you’d want.” 

“I’m sure I’ll like something here. Thanks again.”

After picking your meal for the evening you launched into an explanation of the treats you’d be attempting that night.

“I’m gonna try to make the cranberry tarts, peppermint bark brownies, and black forest bread twists tonight what do you think?”

“I think that a relationship with you is dangerous for my figure.” You couldn’t help but focus on the fact that he had said relationship, not friendship, a relationship.

“I thought you liked sweet things.” You leaned on the counter facing him and rested your head in your hand perched upon the little amount of empty counter space you had. 

He grinned and matched your energy, “I love sweet things, especially when they come in pretty packages.” his eyes raked up and down your body and you could feel the butterflies in your gut pick up their pace.

You tried your best to recover from the minor brain aneurysm he had just given you but you could tell that he had seen how his words affected you. And if the ever-growing smirk on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed your reaction.

The night continued in the same way, Bucky shamelessly flirting with you and you doing your best to match him but getting too flustered to really pull it off. Bucky had declared the brownies his favorite but said that he’d probably need to start getting a bigger size of pants if he was going to keep being your taste tester. 

“You can be my official taste tester anytime you want, Bucky” you had told him at your door. He was on his way out after you declared that if you wanted to get any sleep tonight he’d need to leave.

“I’d love to taste whatever you give me, Sweets. Anytime”. All you could do was nod and smile at him as he left. He still heard the strangled groan you let out when the door closed though.

[fqiryspit]

hanging on my sentences

eren x fem!reader

cw: mikasa the manipulator and her side-kick eren, draining relationships and fights.

"I mean- she's such a bitch...right?" you spin around, soapy mixture running down your wrist as you clench the plate in one hand and a sponge in the other

"yeah" he causally agrees, sighing into his water as he sips from the glass you just cleaned

rubbing your dried lips together you start to feel your stomach twist with his lack of engagement

"do you...disagree?" you question, only the sound of your sponge scrapping against dried food can be heard as you can feel how he just rubbed his face even though your back is turned

"you guys always do this"

"eren, It isn't me whose doing this, I'm defending myself against her!" you turn back around and he just shoots you this "really?" look

"sorry...I'm just venting..." you whisper, turning back to the dishes as you do a play-by-play on today's events

mikasa. she always has something to say. it's not a "when am I gonna snap with her?" you have snapped, almost every occasion you see her

its these condescending remarks that spin you around until you can't see straight. the manipulative tactics she uses to have you do things for her and think the way she wants you to...at least...that's your point of view.

"you're seriously blowing this out of proportion though, you know that right?" eren laughs as he throws his arms up in the air, you're now in the middle of the kitchen, water all over your shirt as you yell at your boyfriend

"when! when have you ever defended me against her!" you ask, trying to remember a time and failing. only bringing back memories of him feeding into her bullying

"you guys always fight there's nothing for me to do" he shrugs

"stop trying to make this whole thing dramatic, just honestly stop." he stared at you like you're some crazy person looking for a fight. seeking out these yelling matches that you've pled to be a saint from all these years

you stood there, feeling insane as you go back and replay once more how she smirked into her drink and attempted to slide a snarky remark that she knows is gonna bother you. how she stopped you at your playful jabs at eren, telling you how it wasn't funny and you to be "nicer" and then presiding to bring back every embarrassing memory you know she got out of eren. you tried to change the topic, and she asked if something was wrong, you said no and tried to tell a different story but she talked over you until you couldn't think anymore.

going back on that, you do think you're in the right. but do you hang on to her sentences too much? waiting for her to be a bitch and exploding when she does? with how erens looking at you now, you think you know your answer

"she's my friend, you don't have this problem with armin-"

"armin isn't a manipulative ass" you snort, he rolls his eyes

"I'm done. you both scream at each other at the next gathering" he shoos you off as he steps away

you're left in the kitchen, only hanging onto the fact you know deep down...you didn't do anything wrong. but are you playing the victim? two people are telling you how mean you are but you can recall a time you intentionally tried to hurt them? are you the manipulative one? are you so lost you don't even realize when you're in the wrong anymore? just running on the allusion you didn't do anything wrong? is that it?

an: based on real life so i cant say who is in the right here and who is in the wrong

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Dead Plate (Part 1)

hello!! its been a while since ive posted but here i am!!! so this game is Dead Plate created by STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE

i had played one of their games before, Elevator Hitch, and i really really enjoyed it! so im very excited for this new game that theyve released

though, this game is probably really different from Elevator Hitch, because that game was a visual novel type of game while this one has restaurant tycoon gameplay

still, im very excited

i hope i can get all the endings today (but probably not) as always, spoilers under the cut!

i know its literally just the title screen BUT it looks very classy

also the music? its a bop like yo BellKalengar is the composer and sound designer and like yo!! amazing job its literally just the title screen and im amazed already LMFAO

alright then lets begin

lolol i like the way they named the buttons for doing the tutorial, skipping the tutorial or just leaving the game on auto progress time to show up at 5 am then

the art is really cute these characters are really cute too esp the protag

i know its just the tutorial but i am very nervous LOL doing service jobs make me nervous (even tho this is only a fictional one)

bro protag why did u skim the interview thing 😭 is that why u've had 28 jobs in 7 years 💀

ooh interesting the cooks have an order in which they cook meals i need to remember that

wow so theres a lot to do huh theres seating the customers, taking their orders, bringing those orders to the kitchen, serving the food, going to the cash register to take their payments, cleaning up the tables AND throwing out the trash its a lot more than i was expecting,,,, lol good luck to me i guess

so like fun fact im actually not that good at playing games LOL esp this kind of game where theres like people and they have like a happy meter kind of thing going on i wonder if any of the endings will be tied to how well we do during the work day ?? probably

also can i just say that the music is really good i like the kinda jazzy (is that the right word??) vibes going on

it makes me less nervous about serving customers since its very chill LOL

WHY IS THIS CUSTOMER HITTING ME WITH A HARD QUESTION

I HAVE NO IDEA IF WE HAVE TO-GO BOXES OR WHATEVR WHAT HUH ?????

there is a right answer and i have no idea what it is im gonna lose my mind please. ok well lets pick an answer

im gonna go 'no' since the restaurant has a strict menu that changes daily right? so maybe they wouldnt do to-go boxes or ordering ahead and stuff (RIGHT???)

oh phew ok i picked the right one

LOL the banter between the protag and the tutorial guy (i dont know his name)

??? what the hell this customer just left right as i got the food bro 😭😭 have some patience damn this aint a fast food place

now i have to throw away this perfectly good meal (sorry cooks)

oh no now the real game is starting uhh aight alright then lets go

ok so that was like only three customers, i did pretty well but the day's not over yet shdajhsdsakhj i feel like a disaster n it was only three customers LMAO

oh it was only 3 customers for day 1 nice (i got jumpscared by the sound effect for the day ending LFMAO)

ooh green onion rolls,,, it looks good damn now i want to eat LOL

BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?????? damn,,,,

the music for this area is pretty chill tho

THE BATHROOM IS FLOODING??? AGAIN ?!??! BRO ??? THATS DISGUSTING

the window has a horrible view its just another building

oho? she? who???

bro dont leave the dishes for later thats sooo gross

??? HOW DID YOU BURN CEREAL???? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO ??

i am appalled at the protag's lifestyle i cant even

so he has not finished writing lyrics and love letters for this girl he mentioned earlier the game is not revealing her name and im wondering why hmm its very sus

sorry im laughing so hard??? its mostly empty except for some cans and the fucking green onion rolls im cackling?? they look so out of place in this fridge LMFAO

bro how are you so bad at cooking that you burnt food in the microwave??? what are you doing???

wait. is his bed the couch???? bro i feel so bad for this guy

he biked through the rain,,,,, and he thought doing it fast would dry him,,, in the rain,,,,, im starting to understand why he somehow managed to burn cereal

he doesnt own an umbrella

aww this is cute thanks boss

he LIVES here??? wow damn his apartment is upstairs thats very cool

LOL protag keep ur mouth shut

day 2 here we go

SHIT HELP I TOOK TOO LONG ONE OF THE CUSTOMERS LEFT NOOO im restarting jkdsljlds its a good thing i saved

ahh i did way better this time but the day ended right as i was about to take out the trash LOL

oooh those look tasty too

oops ok so like i started day 3 right

well i was like 'i'll take out the trash before serving any customers' so that i can just easily clean up the tables right

uhh but then suddenly this happened ??? so like protag dropped the bag and cut their finger and the boss is having an odd reaction to the sight of blood methinks

HTHE BOSS JUST SLAPPED HIM ??? WTF

bro he just slapped him then was like 'oh dw someone else will clean it up' hello???? you just slapped ???? me ???

ok then moving on to the rest of the day i guess??

kinda weird looking but it still looks appetizing (the magic of art LOL)

oh shit theres a magazine ?? oops im gonna go back and read through previous ones oh nevermind its just the same one lmao

ohhh so this is where i buy items ok aight

and this catalogue is how our protag knew about the job for a waiter it also has an interview with our boss (Chef Vincent Charbonneau, i finally know his name) about the low number of employees i was wondering why we were the only waiter in the restaurant and i guess thats why

ok i bought the rollerskates cuz i need to be faster for the customers

oh and u can interact w the telephone to call 'her' but she doesnt pick up oof

sorry what is happening right now

what is that weird squelching sound?!?!?

BRO?? WTF WAS THAT ??? so like his body felt itchy, pressed Z to scratch and then suddenly lines were all over his body and then knives came out and i am so very confused

i think that was just a dream but what a weird nightmare

i guess onto day 4 then ?? at least i have my sick new rollerskates now

ooh that looks tasty

man i think im too slow cuz the timer always runs out while one more customer is still around lmfao, oh well

oh shit another nightmare

ohh so i can only equip one item at a time hmmm well since i bought the watch anyways i guess i'll use it

PFFT A CUSTOMER LEFT SORRY LADY,, she was waiting to be seated but i was preoccupied with serving food oopsies

restarting the day then

the nightmare hmm is the protag's name Rody since thats what it says on the label

DAMNIT I TOOK TOO LONG AGAIN

ok im just gonna use the rollerskates this time

AGGHH I KEEP TAKING TOO LONG ON THIS ONE CUSTOMER

restarting again,,,,

should i just let it go? probably but im not going to

IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND IVE RESTARTED SO MANY TIMES

ok well youve not seen it but i have restarted day 5 soo many times and i am hungry so,,, here's where i'll leave it for today

even though i am struggling and getting frustrated, im really enjoying the game so far! i wish i wasnt so terrible at playing it so i could see more of the story LOL

like what is up with the boss? who is this girl that the protag likes so much? what is up with his weird nightmares??? and will i ever be able to finish day 5 ?????

tune in next time LOL byebyeee

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 4: TW:too much rizz and s/h (fr)

Y/n pov: i wake up and I'm the first one I hide Greg and get changed into this

Not the book,candle,phone, "cute fit" "thanks" i turn around and see

"can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" god why did I try to be a smart mouth "can't say much can you" (a/n:bully rizz) "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" I add (bonnets are the real Ops)"oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House (a/n:shut up) Im getting waffle,bacon,grits, "y'all isn't that waiter kinda cute" jazzy ask

"ooooh jazzy's crushing" "🖕🏽" "hey that's mine thing" the waiter comes over "hello pretty ladies what might you be ordering" "can I get eggs and waffle" pippa asks "can I get bacon eggs and a waffle" nea asks "waffle,bacon,grits,please" jazzy looking at him like a dork "ma'am" "huh" "what would you like" "your number" she whispers "excuse me" "grits and bacon please" "ok "aww" "shut up" 25 minutes later "jazz call your boyfriend over" pip says "oh he's coming over" "ah shit" jazzy wipes food off her faces and puts lip stick back on "do I look ok" "👍🏾" "good" "are you pretty girls ready for the check" "yeah" "oh I think you need this" he puts the plate shit in the middle and gave jazzy a napkin we got to the car "jazzy there something right here" "wait do y'all that's why he gave me the napkin" "🤷🏽‍♀️" "ugh" she pulls it out and squeals "what happened" "he wrote his number on the napkin" "eee" we all squeal "omg he heard me" "damn" "shush y/n this a good thing jazz" nea said we make it back to the theatre "how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "wait I saw the cutest puppy on insta imma show y'all" "k" "cool" "sure" I get on my search thing and I see Lin posted it was me and ant "favorite couple" was the caption "🙄" I check the comments "she's so ugly" "he could do better" "ant I thought we were better than this" "she's so fugly" "man Ramos check my dm's you'll move on real quick" I throw my phone and run to the back I took my bag i was crying so hard "I check my bag I found my old blade I was gonna throw it away but it looked REAL helpful right about now I held it to my wrist I hear  long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door "y/n please I love you" I hear it was ... ant he loves me I stand up and open the door Lin ran and hugged me "I love you don't ever scare me like that" I just start crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picks me up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" I Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n" at the apartment "wait did you want people over DONT LIE" "yeah I love them" "ok..." "I hear a knock at the door" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "I look up it's ant" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" he looks down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at him "im sorry" and ran away Lin came in and I told him everything "I'll call him" "no lin please" "ok" everyone came over and I  said everything from the comments to ant "yn/n I'm sorry"  "it's ok it's been a hard day I kinda wanna eat and sleep" "oh of course" "I'm sorry" "DONT say sorry it's just boundaries" "let's go ya'll" "k" they all left "I made your favorite" "thank you chef Lin" I eat it and the food was really good I hop in bed and sleep my ass off.

Anthony Ramos pov: I wake up i notice y/n is up she's not at my side I go to the bathroom and get ready I see y/n I saw "cute fit" "thanks" "can-t sa-y th-e sa-me"  "can't say much can you" "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" y/n added "oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House oak was talking bout his plan too ask pippa same with davved and nea "Ramos when are you gonna ask out middle" "WHO?" "y/n" he whispered "ohhh idk why'd you say middle" he just 🖕🏿 me "ohh" "yeah" "y'all are grown men and can't talk to your crush" Chris chimed in "I can't imagine not dating your crush" groff says as he touches Lins hand "yeah baby" "get a booth"

A little later

"how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "im so tired I tell the guys" "same" "for real" "yeah" I see y/n running away crying "what happened we ask the girls" "we don't know" i pick up her phone and read some strange comments i was nauseous i show them and Lin said "on no" we run after Lin he dose long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door I was so upset I just yell "y/n please I love you" everyone looked at me and tears down my face as i didn't hear anything from her she and opened the door Lin ran and hugged her "I love you don't ever scare me like that" she just started crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picked her up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" she muttered Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n at the apartment" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure"  "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" i look down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at her "im sorry" and ran away

[save-the-villainous-cat]

How about some hurt/comfort about a sleep-deprived villain?

Convincing themselves that they were fine was easier than accepting that there was something unhealthily, severely and unmistakably wrong with them. In the back of their mind, it was normal to stay up for 22 hours a day. Not to mention that this had been going on for months.

What should’ve been a wake-up call left them yearning and moody. One time they’d seen the hero break into their apartment, their fingers sprinkled with blood, their suit glued to their muscles. The villain had wanted to jump up and confront them but they’d been much too flustered to do anything.

As if they were living together, the hero had taken their clothes off. They’d kissed the villain. Pushed them into the pillows. Gotten on top.

Two days later, the villain had mentioned it. And as the hero stared at them, blushing from head to toe, muttering that they were out with friends at that time, the villain noticed that there was something terribly weird going on. It had been a hallucination. A good one. So good that they wished it was real.

Some sick part of their brain thought that if they slept less, they’d get more of these. But they didn’t. Slowly, they found themselves hallucinating more. Creatures in the dark corners of their rooms, their food rotting in their fridge after a day, dead animals on their balcony. The villain considered doing some extreme things, going as far as using alcohol to end their suffering.

Eventually they didn’t. They deserved this.

One restless night, the hero showed up on their porch and in all their delusion, the villain was sure they were a hallucination, too.

“Hey.”

The villain didn’t answer.

“You lost your weapon today.”

What?

“When we were fighting in the parking lot. You lost it.”

“That’s why you’re here?” the villain asked, still not entirely convinced that this wasn’t only happening in their mind. They imagined what it would feel like if the hero pushed them against the door in this very moment.

The last months had been ridiculously lonely. A single one-night stand was all the physical touch they’d gotten over this time. After that they’d felt horrible. Sleeping with a stranger didn’t feel at all like they’d expected.

“No, actually…what you said about me coming over to yours brought me here.” The villain looked up from the spot they’d glared at.

“Forget about that. It was just a silly dream.” They were about to throw the door into the hero’s face but their enemy stepped into their house, foot holding the door open.

“I know you’ve lost your sidekick,” the hero said.

A punch to the throat would’ve been less painful. The villain’s grip on the door handle tightened until their knuckles turned as white as chalk.

Pushing it away was hurtful but not as hurtful as this. Confronting it. Thinking about it. It was so real yet so difficult to grasp. Understanding that someone is gone needs time and the villain simply hadn’t allowed themselves to take it.

They’d been so young.

“I…” A headache formed behind their forehead. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I lost my first sidekick, too. It broke me,” the hero said. “I did some…questionable things while I was grieving. I’m not proud of it and they certainly didn’t help.”

“I’m okay,” the villain lied. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

“I can’t watch you destroy yourself.”

“Why not? Goal achieved.” The hero took another step and walked into the villain’s house faster than the villain thought to be possible.

“Because I save people. I don’t want to destroy them.”

Then where were you when they died? The villain didn’t say it out loud. Accusations wouldn’t bring them back.

“Please let me help you,” the hero whispered.

“Is this to clean your own conscience?” the villain asked.

“Actually, it’s because I like you.”

The villain froze.

“I can’t sleep,” they confessed. “I get two hours per night if I’m good.”

“Alright, I’m gonna run a bath for us. You need to relax,” the hero said, inviting themselves in. The villain could only stare as they walked past them.

I’m gonna run a bath for us.

For us.

[wolken-himmel]

In which Ruggie saves (Y/n) from trouble with a few aggressive students by distracting them with his unique magic.

What does (Y/n) owe him now?

Request by anon.

"Hey, you can't just take food off my plate, raccoon!"

An annoyed frown grew on your face upon realising that the cat monster beside you was missing, and there was only one student that students would call raccoon. The commotion in the cafeteria was growing louder, forcing you to drop your spoon into your soup and turn around to see what was going on.

Much to your horror, Grim stood on the table, yes on the table, of a group of Savanaclaw students. Even worse, he seemed to hold a steak in his hands; he was the reason for the chaos, and it made you shrink into your seat in frustration.

"I'm not a raccoon!" Grim exclaimed and cackled loudly. "And I can do whatever I want!"

When the shouting became unbearably loud, you saw yourself forced to get up and intervene before someone landed in the infirmary. Your stride was heavy, and your hands were clenched into fists when you arrived at the table in question.

"Grim��� what did you do again..."

The Savanaclaw student that fell victim to your friend's crime let out a low grumble, then turned his attention to you. The glare he shot you made you wince in fear. "Your little pet stole the tuna right off my plate without even trying to hide it. And now, he doesn't even want to give it back!" the victim yelled with his chest rising and falling visibly.

As you were about to turn to Grim to demand he return his stolen goods, he merely jumped off the table and zipped away. "Catch me if you can!" was the last thing he shouted before he disappeared through the exit door of the cafeteria.

Your heart dropped when you were forced to turn your attention to the angry Savanaclaw student and his friends again, now left to clean up the cat's mess all by yourself.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, and you shot them an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry... Grim hasn't been himself lately."

"That ain't a good apology!" the victim yelled and rose to his feet to tower over you. "I need my protein... so give me your food, prefect."

His request drew an immediate snort from you, and your whole attitude seemed to have changed upon being made responsible for this mess. You crossed your arms and shook your head vigorously, exclaiming, "No! I need my food, too. It's not my fault that Grim took off with your tuna—"

"I want my tuna," he interrupted you lowly, "one way or another."

"I'm not gonna give my food away!" you cried out desperately, especially when his friends rose from their seats as well and began approaching you condescendingly. You were left no other option than to slowly back away, knowing that you were too slow to outrun them and too weak to fight them.

You had lost.

Yet, as you had your eyes squinted close and your arms raised defensively, prepared for being struck or at least grabbed, nothing came.

"Hey, what was that for?" the theft-victim cried out.

The lack of pain led you to open your eyes in confusion. Your frightened gaze snapped to the scene in front of you, where the group of Savanaclaw students had stopped in their tracks. For a moment, all of them seemed to have forgotten your existence, too busy discussing an issue amongst themselves.

"Why did you punch me?" one of them repeated angrily.

The accused simply raised his hands into the air innocently. "I-I don't know! My muscles just spasmed—"

"What a bad excuse, idiot."

"Let's not fight amongst each other!" a third exclaimed and pushed them away from each other. "Over there is the enemy — the prefect."

Yet, his friends wouldn't listen, and instead began throwing punches and kicks left and right. The two agitators involved their third friend, and soon, the three were brawling on the ground, fighting for dominance.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, idiot !"

At first, you stood in your place, frozen, unable to believe the miracle that you would make it out in one piece today. And really, they were so busy punching and biting that they had all forgotten about you and the original issue. This was your chance to slip away unnoticed, and of course you took it without batting an eyelash.

When you had turned around to sneak away from the scene, nobody noticed due to the crowd of spectators that had formed around the three students. You had become one with the masses, especially once you had left the cafeteria. With most of the students inside to witness the brawl, you seemed to be alone outside, much to your luck. The quietness allowed you to take a deep breath and calm your shaky nerves.

"Well, you shouldn't provoke other students, dearie. Especially not Savanaclaw guys."

You would have screamed if it weren't for your own hand that clasped itself over your open mouth. The person who had snuck up on you had done such a good job that you only noticed them after a few seconds of frantically looking around.

A sigh of utter relief escaped your lips when you recognised the student. "Oh Ruggie... it's just you." Your tense muscles relaxed upon hearing his signature snickering, and a smile grew on your lips, too. "That was dire back there..." you muttered under your breath and wiped the sweat off your forehead.

Ruggie nodded along vigorously. "And it would have been even worse without me."

Although you were confused at first, especially since he wouldn't elaborate further, you soon were able to decipher the mischievous gleam in his eyes. The hyena beastman began laughing when you crossed your arms and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "So that 'muscle spasm' was your doing—" you whispered quietly in amazement. He confirmed your theory with a nod, causing you to exhale in gratitude. "You know what, I really owe you."

"Yes, you do." The grin on his lips grew. "Big time, now."

"Fine, how about a donut every day?"

"You're generous, (Y/n)," Ruggie drawled and traipsied around on his toes. "But that's not enough."

The greedy tone in his voice earned him a roll of your eyes. "What do you want more?" you grumbled under your breath, waving him off. "Two donuts a day will give you diabetes..."

"One donut," he began smoothly, "and half an hour of your time a day."

You opened your mouth, about to reject his conditions — but then your mind had comprehended the request completely, and you were left surprised at its simplicity. "...That's it?" you asked while suspiciously looking him up and down.

Your reaction made him laugh uncontrollably. "Yes, really!" He even slapped his thigh, that's how funny he found the flabbergasted expression on your face. But, his laughter soon ceased to be when he noticed more and more students streaming out of the cafeteria again. With a cough into his fist, he traipsied away again. "I gotta go though, now. Leona wants his steak— so, toodles!"

You were left behind, still confused. But, as the confusion subsided, a smile blossomed on your face. "A-Alright? Thanks again, I guess," you yelled after him and waved.

Ruggie, with his hands behind his head, simply strutted away proudly. "I aim to please, shishishi."

[bangtanintotheroom]

Can I request prompts 3, 6, and 22 with Namjoon

Yes you can! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but it's my maaaaan ����💦💦💦

• Pairing: Namjoon x (F)Reader

• Genre: Established Relationship, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 3.3k

• Summary: All you have been doing was binge-watching that damn show for the past few days; your boyfriend puts a stop to it.

• Prompt(s): #3, #6, #22 (smut) “Do that again.”, “Enjoying the view?”, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

• Warnings/themes: strength kink go brrr, Joonie is strong af 🤤🤤🤤, K-drama binge-watching, stupid sexy Namjoon, slight body worship, handjobs, fingering, dirty talk, couch sex, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool)

• Notes: Another day, another drabble! Thank you for the request @blxckswxnxge​ and a big thank you for picking Namjoon, I uh, ended up getting a little indulgent on this one ahahaha he’s gotten so buff leave me alone 💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

“No Hye-ji, you idiot, don’t give him another chance!” Your hand slammed on the couch as said girl nodded at the man in front of her. “Fucking dumbass!”

You shouted at your TV for the umpteenth time today, this drama you had been binging having you feeling like you were in the show itself. The main character had decided to take back her asshat of a boyfriend, unaware that he had just come from another girl’s house yet again.

“This girl, I swear…”

You were so into the show that you nearly missed the sound of the front door opening.

“Y/N, I’m back!”

Your eyes flitted over to see your boyfriend Namjoon entering before returning to the TV. “Hey babe.”

After shutting the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and set down his gym bag before walking over to stand in front of the couch, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, you’re in the exact same spot I left you in two and a half hours ago.”

“…so?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Please tell me you at least got up to eat and use the bathroom.”

“Mhm.”

“…you ate actual food, right? Not just snacked on the box of cookies I bought the other day?”

“…what if I did?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as your attention was clearly somewhere else. He looked at the TV now. “Is this still that stupid show you’ve been watching since Monday?”

Only now did your eyes return to him, shooting a scowl. “Hey, it’s not stupid!”

“Really? Because I had to hear you give a lecture to one of the characters the other day on how she shouldn’t ‘take that cheating asshole back’.”

“Look-“ You sat up from your reclining position. “She’s a sweet girl but all this guy has to do is flash a smile and buy her flowers and then she’s forgiven him, it’s so frustrating!”

Your boyfriend just continued staring at you blankly, still not understanding just what it was about this show that had you enraptured for the past week. He watched the first couple of episodes with you but lost interest, deciding to go to his office and do some work on his music. Imagine his surprise when he came out hours later to see your eyes still glued onto the TV, a throw pillow held tight in your clutches.

“Baby, give the show a break, would you? You’re going to hurt your eyes staring at the screen all day.”

You pointed a finger at him. “Says the guy who’s always glued to his computer monitors.”

Namjoon scoffed as you turned it around on him. “At least I take breaks. Look, I’m gonna go shower, can we at least have dinner together after I’m done?”

“Fine, fine. Go shower, stinky.”

“Hey!” He reached a hand down and bopped your nose. “Don’t be rude because I called you out.”

His finger nearly missed being bitten by you, your chuckle coming out with mischief. “I’m just stating facts, Joonie.”

He rolled his eyes again and headed towards the bathroom, ready to wash the sweat and grime from his workout off. But while he cleaned himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t going to pause your show and sit with him at the table for whatever he ordered. Was there anything that was going to distract you?

As he shampooed his hair, a lightbulb went off in his head.

Meanwhile, you continued reclining on the couch, now giggling as the main character’s best friend ‘accidentally’ spilled coffee on the boyfriend while he was on a date with one of his side chicks. Your stomach was starting to feel the tingles of hunger, those cookies having barely held you up. Namjoon had mentioned this Thai place the other day that caught his eye, maybe you could order something from there. Hopefully it was something that didn’t require your eyes to look away from the TV too often.

“Baby, you ready to order something?”

Your tongue poked out at your boyfriend’s question. “Mm, yeah, think I’m ready for some food.”

“Good, my damn stomach has been rumbling since I left the gym.”

Hearing him approach the couch, you turned to look up at him. “You wanna try that Thai pl-“

The rest of your sentence died on your lips at the sight next to you.

Namjoon stood there in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his hips, his short dark hair and tanned skin still wet from his shower. You had been aware of how he’d been bulking up lately but the water drops sliding down his muscles made his hard work very clear. Your eyes were too occupied with his torso to notice the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“What was that, baby?”

Brought back to Earth, you forced yourself to look up at his face. 

“I-I was asking if you, uh, wanted to try that Thai place you were talking about before.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! I’ll see if I can find the menu online.”

All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice right now. You didn’t know why the sight of him was making you feel like this, not like you hadn’t seen him stark naked before. But whenever the two of you got intimate, there was usually too short a space of time for you to admire your boyfriend’s body before he ended up inside you. So you never got the chance to examine the faint outlines of abs he was starting to get, the way his chest had expanded and how his biceps were just asking to be groped on.

Namjoon grabbed his phone from the coffee table and began searching for the restaurant’s menu. He handed it over to you once he found it. “Here, pick what you want. I'm gonna go dry off.”

You nodded once more, eyes flicking to the drop of water sliding down his chest. Once he left the room, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

That bastard. Who told him to start becoming a gym bunny all of a sudden? You bet your bottom dollar that Jungkook had something to do with it.

Pushing aside those thoughts for now, you scrolled through the menu and picked an entree and an appetizer that spoke to you (at the last second, you decided to add a Thai iced tea because why not). You looked back at your TV, cursing when you realized you missed a few minutes of your show. You rewinded back to your previous spot and continued watching.

Namjoon re-entered the living room, now clad only in basketball shorts. As he predicted, your eyes were glued back to that damn show again. Shaking his head, he walked over and sat down next to you. “Decided what you’re getting?”

You nodded, still looking at the screen. “Mhm.”

Namjoon frowned when you didn’t turn to him. Coming up with a quick plan in his head, he looked through the menu for a bit before selecting two options.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“I found two things that sound interesting but I can’t decide, help me out?”

You stiffened when you realized your plan of not looking at your boyfriend was now moot. Slowly turning your head, you bit your lip as you took in his still shirtless form. 

This man was going to be the death of you.

“O-Oh, sure.”

He gave you a dimpled smile and scooted closer to show you what he had picked. Now you could feel how big his biceps have gotten. Jesus.

You did your best to listen and nod when he explained why he couldn’t make a choice, trying not to have your eyes wander away from the phone. Thank God you were able to help him make a decision before you reached out and squeezed his pec.

“Alright, lemme call them.”

Namjoon got up and began pacing as he dialed the restaurant, listing off the order. You didn’t hear a word of what he said though. Your eyes were attracted to the defined muscles of his back, stretching a bit when he reached up to rub the back of his head. And…were the dimples on there more noticeable now?

Finishing with the order, Namjoon hung up the phone and turned around, blinking when he caught your eyes zeroed in on his body. You broke your stare too late to look up at his face.

“The food should be here in 45 minutes.”

You cleared your throat and nodded. “O-Okay.”

You were ready to refocus on your show until your boyfriend spoke up again.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your cheeks heated up at the way he gave you a knowing smirk. “M-Maybe…”

Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s alright for you to stare, baby. Although, I do feel like a piece of meat right now…”

You glared at him, crossing your arms. “Are you doing that on purpose?”

He had the nerve to look taken aback. “Doing what?”

“Parading yourself around like you’re an underwear model. You rarely walk around shirtless and you can’t give me the weather as an excuse, it’s 45 degrees outside!”

That dimpled smile of his returned as he came closer to you, giving you a better view of tanned muscles. “Well…you keep ignoring me for that damn show and I figured this was a way I could catch your attention. Looks like my plan worked.”

A mild part of you was annoyed at him interrupting your binge-watching but it was overpowered by a building surge of lust. It didn’t help that he was starting to give you a look you were familiar with…

“Sneaky bastard…how long do we have until the food gets here?”

His head tilted. “About 42 minutes now. Why?”

You reached out and hooked a finger into his waistband, pulling before letting the elastic snap against his skin. “Because you need to make it up to me for interrupting my show.”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened at your words, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Oh yeah? How do you want me to make it up to you?”

Your teeth flashed up at him. “Lie down.”

Your boyfriend wasted no time in following your order, lying down completely on the cushions after you stood up. His grin grew more when you straddled his thighs (shit, even those were thicker now). “So what did you have in mind for me?”

“I’ll let you know but first-” You rested your palms on the upper part of his chest. “I want to admire your hard work.”

“Ah…well, be my guest.”

You smirked at his approval, starting to let your hands roam on his skin. Even lying down, his chest felt firm, your fingers giving his pecs a slight grope, brushing past his nipples on purpose. You could feel the shudder run through him rather than see it. One of your hands went to travel up to his shoulder to land on his arm, curling around his bicep.

“Flex for me, baby?” Namjoon honored your request, making your breath catch at how the hard muscle filled up, forcing your hand to stretch out to accommodate it. “Damn…”

“You like that, babygirl?”

The use of your nickname made your grip on him tighten. “Yeah…God, how could I have missed all of this?”

Your boyfriend raised a brow. “Maybe if you weren’t obsessed with that show, you would have noticed earlier.”

You couldn’t fight back at that, your cheeks warming as your hand went back to his torso. Now they moved further down to rest on his abdomen. Your fingertips started running over each bump, wondering how many sit-ups he had to do to get to that point. Even the sides of his waist felt firm, your hands moving over to gently grope them as they traveled up and down.

“Mm, baby…you know what your hands do to me…”

“Oh?” Your head tilted in mock questioning. “What do they do?”

Namjoon gave you an eye roll before he took one of your hands, resting it on the bulge that was hidden under his shorts. “Does that answer your question?”

“Hmm-” You gave his clothed cock a light squeeze, drawing a grunt out of him. “I think so…might be better if I saw it though.”

His lips peeled back to show his straight teeth. “Well, don’t let me hold you back.”

You matched his smile before lifting your hips up to grab the waistband and lower his shorts down, enough for you to see his length, not fully hard yet but the sight was enough to send a tingle between your legs. Lifting a hand up, you spit on your palm before wrapping it around his cock, pulling a quiet groan from your boyfriend as you began stroking him. You would have liked to be more thorough with pleasuring him but the impending arrival of the food kept you focused.

After a couple of minutes, Namjoon was completely stiff and throbbing in your hand, prompting you to ask him. “How much longer?”

He glanced at the clock above the TV before panting out. “About- mnh- 33 minutes…”

Nodding, you let go of his dick (trying not to giggle at the way he pouted) before standing up. You made quick work of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them to the side before straddling your boyfriend again, this time hovering above his hips. Just as you were about to reach down for him, Namjoon’s hand came up to hold your wrist in place.

“Wait, baby…let me play with you for a bit?”

Your lip got caught between your teeth at his plea. “…fine. But don’t take too lo- ah-”

His hand wasted no time in placing itself between your thighs, teasing your folds with two of his fingers while his thumb gave feather-light swipes over your clit. “Already so wet…maybe I should walk around shirtless more often.”

“Ugh, if you do, I can’t promise- fuck- that I’ll let you leave this apartment for days.”

That dimpled smile returned as his fingers sunk into you. “Oh no…I don’t think the guys would like that you’re holding their leader hostage for sex.”

“Damn Namjoon- w-well, they’ll have to make do. Tell Jin to hold down the fort.”

He laughed. “Duly noted.”

His fingers kept working you up for a minute until you begged him to stop, the need for something thicker to fill you up growing. As soon as they exited with a wet sound, you reached down and held his cock up, lining it with your entrance before lowering yourself, your moan mixing with the groan he let out. Once your ass hit his upper thighs, you braced yourself and got ready to start moving until Namjoon’s hands gripped your hips. “Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

He ran a tongue over his lower lip, contemplating on something. “I…I wanna try something.”

You gave him a confused look as to what ‘something’ was but nonetheless, you nodded. As soon as he got the okay, Namjoon sat up and wrapped an arm around your waist before shifting to rest his body against the back of the couch, having you in his lap still. You figured he wanted to be closer to you until his hands went to grasp under your knees, pushing your legs back enough for his arms to hook under them, the position pulling a gasp from your lips as you felt him hit deeper inside. “N-Namjoon, what-”

“Shh, it’s alright, babygirl-” His hands gripped tight onto your ass as he shot you a smirk. “Let me do all the work.”

Nothing could have prepared you for how effortlessly he lifted you up before lowering you onto his dick.

“A-Ah-!”

Namjoon groaned as he repeated the motion, cursing at how you squeezed him when your skin touched his. “Fuck, Y/N, you really like this, huh? Your pussy is gripping the shit out of me…”

“Y-Yes, Joonie, I- oh God-” Your hands clung onto his shoulders when the next thrust hit you deep enough to make your toes curl. “Do that again…don’t stop!”

Your boyfriend obliged, keeping you moving up and down on him at a steady pace, loving how you were basically putty in his hands. He could only imagine how wild your mind was going at the demonstration of his newfound strength.

Oh, how right he was.

Namjoon was no stranger to lifting you up and manhandling you during sex but it was only for short periods of time. To have him keep going without showing any signs of weariness just increased your need for him, prompting you to whine out. “B-Baby…go faster-”

He growled lowly at your words, speeding up the movement of your body on top of his, reveling in the sharper cries coming from your mouth now. “That’s it, let me fuck you on my cock nice and hard-”

All you could do was look into your boyfriend’s face, those eyes boring into yours with unbridled lust, as your body bounced up and down, hands gripping tight to his muscled shoulders. Your hunger for food was gradually being replaced with a hunger for a finish that would leave your limbs weak and trembling. Your yearning was close to being fulfilled after some time, a ball of tension building up inside you that needed to be unraveled.

“Shit, Joon, I need to-!”

Namjoon was so focused on the various expressions on your face that he was surprised to hear your voice strain the words he wanted to hear. As much fun as this impromptu fucking was, the pressure behind his dick wanted to spread out. So he wet his full lips before rasping out at you.

“Come on, babygirl, do it for me. Let me feel you tighten on that dick-”

His command pushed you further along, whimpering openly until you came apart with a broken gasp, your boyfriend able to feel you shaking in his grip. Namjoon was able to last a few more pumps until he lowered you onto him completely, grunting loudly as he twitched and began filling you up with his release, hips bucking up a few times. Once the last spurt came out, he leaned into the cushions, chest heaving along with yours as you both caught your breath. He unhooked his arms from under your legs to allow you to rest them on the couch, leaning forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his body wash mixed with his sweat filling your senses. He felt the vibrations of you speaking against his skin.

“Wow, what have you been benching, 140?”

Namjoon gave a short laugh as his hands rubbed your lower back. “150, to be exact.”

You laughed as well, nuzzling his neck. “It shows.”

Your boyfriend gave your temple a kiss, unable to keep a smile of pride off his face. It was encouraging to see the results of his hard work in the mirror but it was nothing compared to your acknowledgment.

“Thanks baby.”

“Mhm. Now-” You brought your head up to give him a questioning look. “How much longer until our dinner comes?”

Namjoon glanced at the clock once more. “Uh…should be here in 19 minutes.”

Your face lit up. “Perfect! That means I can go back to my show!”

Namjoon’s face fell at your exclamation, feeling like his hard work had gone to waste. “Wh-What? Baby, can’t it wait until after we eat?!”

“No, it cannot, Mr. Kim.” You pouted and poked his nose with your finger. “Thanks for the sex but I didn’t say you were done making it up to me. And for your little stunt, you have to watch this episode with me now, got it?”

He knew from the beginning of your relationship that once you had that tone on, there was no arguing with you. All he could do was sigh and lean his head on the back of the couch.

“Yes Y/N.”

So much for his genius plan.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[marvelmcugirl]

Just what you needed

A/N: Okay so I wrote this about Henry but I thought it might fit with some of his other characters. So who do you think would fit?

word count: 1,110

Warnings: Mental health. scars, self-harm scars, fluffy and sweet

Henry x female reader

The last few days have been rough, or maybe it's been a few weeks? You hated your depressive episodes but all you could do was ride it out. It was late. you spent most of your days laying on the couch, time just passing by but it felt like a crawl. Not answering any calls or texts. Everything is just too much.

There was a knock on your apartment door. But you don't move, they will go away in a few seconds. There was another knock at the door, louder this time. "Y/n? You there?"

"Go away"

"Nope, let me in, I'm gonna stay shouting out here till you let me in!"

You got up to open the door. Opening it slowly "I don't want any visitors Henry"

"Well too bad I'm here now," He says and pushes by you.

"I brought you some food, grab some plates"

"I'm not hungry"

"I didn't ask if you were hungry. Grab some plates."

You rolled your eyes and headed to the kitchen grabbing two plates, forks, and some alcohol. Leaving everything down on the coffee table he gives you a look. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"No, why?"

"Is alcohol a good idea?"

"I'll just have one"

"At least eat a bit first before you start drinking"

"Okay"

He brought you all your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You couldn't help but smile when you noticed.

He let you choose whatever movie you wanted while you both ate. The food was so good, you hummed every time you ate something different. You loved the food. You couldn't remember the last time you ate something. When the movie was over and the food was eaten, Henry turned the tv down a little and turned to you.

"So, what's been going on?"

"You don't wanna know Henry. I'll be alright soon. It just needs to run its course"

"What has to run its course?"

"My head, my thoughts," You said as you played with your beer bottle.

Taking the bottle from you he leaves it down on the coffee table. "I don't think drinking is a good idea then"

"You're probably right, alcohol usually makes my mood drop more"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I don't wanna ruin your night." He takes your hand.

"Y/n, you know you can talk about anything. I don't like seeing you down. Now I'm here, here for you"

You started to talk about your mental health and how you just feel numb every few weeks. He sat there and listened to every word you said. You felt so good having someone to listen, finally being heard. You started to smile and when you realized he was smiling back you got embarrassed. Covering your face with your hand and throwing it up on the back of the couch.

"Y/n? what's that on your arm?"

You didn't notice that your scars were showing. "Oh um" Shit, you cover it. He takes your hand again and looks you in the eyes. "This is a safe space okay? You're safe with me. Now you don't have to tell me but, have you hurt yourself?"

"No, they are old, very old. I'm sorry you've seen them"

"Shh, no need to be sorry okay" He scoots over

"Can I ask how long it's been?"

Grabbing your phone you open an app.

"It's been exactly one year, eight months, 29 days, 22 hours, 54 minutes, and 59 seconds since the last time"

"I'm so fucking proud of you y/n, so proud"

"Thanks but,"

"No, you're doing amazing"

He leans in to hug you. He hugged you so tight and held you.

"Okay, um, I think I'm gonna take a shower. You can leave that stuff there and I'll clean it up later"

He nods as you leave to shower.

You did feel better, talking does help. You smiled thinking about Henry saying how proud he was of you. You left the bathroom in your robe to head to your bedroom to get into your pajamas. You heard noises in the kitchen. You looked around and Henry was washing the plates and stuff from the coffee table.

"Henry! There was no need to do that!"

"It's no bother, go get dressed and we can watch another movie"

"Henry, I'm sure you have better things to be doing"

"Nothing comes to mind," He says with a huge smile on his face.

"Okay, you pick the movie this time since I have the choice last time."

Leaving the kitchen you go to your room to get dressed. When you come back out, you take your seat beside him on the couch."Thank you"

"You're welcome" He smiles. You lean in to give him a hug, his arms wrapped around you, feeling safe. You feel his hand on the back of your head "Anytime you need anything. Anything at all just call me. We don't even have to talk but please don't be alone" "Okay Henry" you whisper and smile.

You settle down to watch the movie. About halfway through you were sleepy and unable to keep your eyes open. Henry turns the volume down a little and you drift off to sleep leaning your head on his shoulder. A little while later, you're fast asleep. Henry moves slowly off the couch and stands. He gently picks you up off the couch and brings you to your bed. Laying you down and gently pulling the cover over you. He looks at you for a moment, brushing back some hair off your face. He quietly leaves the room and leaves the door open a little.

A few hours later you wake up. Confused as to how you got to your bed. When you leave your room you see feet hanging over the edge of your couch. Looking over the back of the couch, you see Henry asleep with headphones in. Shaking him gently his eyes open and he shoots up. "Are you okay? What do you need?"

"Henry stop. I don't need anything. Why are you still here?"

"Well, you fell asleep so I carried you to your bed cause I didn't want to leave you on the couch and I stayed in case you needed anything and I put headphones on so that I wouldn't wake you listening to music or podcasts"

"Henry, you're too sweet" You kissed him on the cheek.

"Come on, get dressed and we will get some breakfast"

"Okay, I'll be ready in 10"

"Take your time and it's my treat"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I've learned not to argue with you Henry" You both laugh.

"Good! Now get going!"

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This one is shorter but there's a lot coming up and I wanted this one to just set the tone for the next couple of chapters. Please note the warnings below before reading. And hang onto your hats people!

Warnings: Some language, loss of a family member

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CHAPTER 5 -

HAVING NO REGRETS IS ALL THAT SHE REALLY WANTS

Sept 2nd, 2014

Technically L.A. is your home, but the lease to your apartment ended when you left for tour. So the four of you rent a house for 2 weeks. Ten days for the break, plus a few extra the upcoming shows there at the Rose Bowl Stadium. As fun as touring has been, the hotel life can get a bit redundant, and it's nice to have a room to yourself for a bit… especially now.

The moment you got to the house, you picked a room, shut the door, curled up in the bed, and instantly fell asleep.

Natalie comes in this morning with a coffee and donut. [Mmm… comfort food]

"Hey Y/N/N, you wanna talk?" She sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches her hand out to hold yours.

You tell her all about the rooftop party and the amazing kiss you shared. Telling the story brought back all those bubbly feelings you had before you left.

She seems confused. "That's amazing! So, why are you on the edge of crying?"

As if on cue, tiny tears start to well up. "I said no to the coffee. I basically rejected him."

"Why?!"

"Because we shouldn't be doing anything. We can't be doing anything."

"Says who?"

"Amelia, for starters. The day in NYC, when he came in early to pick out a shirt, she told me to be careful and that she just wouldn't get into anything… like, if she were me."

"Hmm." Natalie listens.

"It's just not a good idea. I don't want to ruin this opportunity for myself. I've worked so hard to get here."

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry." She runs your hand.

You sigh and then add, "and he has too. He doesn't need me bothering him or dragging him down on tour."

She puts her hand up as if to physically stop your words. "Hold up!! You would not be dragging him down! You are basically running our little intern team… you can hold your own." She grabs your chin lovingly, but firmly. "And he clearly likes you. I can see it, Niall seems to see it. He really likes you Y/N."

You roll your eyes, but you know her intention.

She continues to hold your chin up and look at you. "Do you like him?"

You nod. "Yeah. I do."

She smiles. "I know. I just wanted you to actually say it." You grab the pillow closest to you and throw it towards her. You both giggle for a few seconds and then it gets quiet.

"I just don't know what to do." You admit. "I don't want to jeopardize anything, and I want to be friends. But…" you can't find the words.

"But you don't think you can just be friends…"

"Yeah" you whimper.

Now she sighs. "It's a tough one, and I'm sorry I can't answer it for you. You deserve happiness, either way."

She reaches over to give you a hug and you squeeze her tight. "I love you. Thank you for being here with me." You say.

"I'm always here for ya! How else was I gonna meet One Direction?" You both laugh again. You're glad she pushed you to do this together.

~~~~~

Sept 3rd, 2014

This morning has been better. You got showered and got out of that room to have some breakfast with the girls. You talked about whether you should all go out and live it up while on break, or lounge around and let yourselves rest before doing it all over again soon. Surprisingly, you all agreed on relaxation!

Just as you clean off your plate, you hear the *ping* on your phone.

:niall: hey Y/N… have you talked to harry?

:you: no, why?

:niall: his nan passed away. he's headed here to london tomorrow. rest of us are here so… thought he could use a friend today.

You heart sinks. Harry is such a family guy and you can only imagine how he's doing right now.

:you: shit. i had no idea. i need to text him.

Your mind is racing. You hadn't spoken since that morning after the kiss. It has only been a few days but he hadn't replied back so you figured he is busy or just enjoying the break.

You open your messages but realize this isn't something you want to text him about… this is something you want to call him about.

The phone rings about five times before he answers.

"Y/N?"

"Hey rockstar."

"Hi. Umm.. what's up?"

"I heard the news. I'm so sorry. Hope it's okay that I know, and that I called you-"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely okay."

"Can I do anything for you?"

"No, that's okay. You don't need to."

"I know, but I can… and I want to, if there's something you need…"

"Would-" He pauses. "Would you bring some coffee to my place?"

"Of course. That's it?"

"That's all I want."

"Done. I just need your address."

"Thanks."

"I'll see you soon."

You throw on some jeans and a t-shirt, quickly explain to Natalie what's going on, then head out.

:harry: < contact info card received >

:you: be there in 30

There's a little cafe one block away, so you walk there to grab the coffees and call an Uber when you're ready to make your way to Harry.

As soon as walk up to his front door, it swings open and you see Harry standing there in just sweats with his hair in a little bun. You don't dare focus on his bare chest right now, and you reach your one free arm around him for a hug.

He gives you a smile as you hand him a coffee. "Thanks for doing that."

"Anytime. Never a question." You respond, and he invites you inside.

You each sit on a stool around the kitchen island, and just sip coffee in silence for a few.

"Niall said you're leaving for London tomorrow." You break the silence.

"Yeah. Wanted to get there as soon as possible to be with my family."

"That'll be good for all of you." [God you're making it super awkward] "I'm sure asking if you're okay is a stupid question, but are you? Do you need anything else besides a coffee?" You offer.

"I'm okay as I can be. The coffee and the company helps. That's all I need right now." He looks at you with a grateful smile and you can't control the blushing.

"Good. I'm glad I could help in some way."

He's still staring, and studying your face. You're so flustered and confused that before you know it you stand up and reach for your keys.

"I'm sure you need to pack, so I'll get out of your hair."

"No, please… can you please stay for a little bit? Just to chat or something…" he asks.

"Of course." You instantly reply. He motions you over to the couch.

You sit on opposite ends of the couch, facing each other. You drink your coffee and listen as he tells you all about his family and life in Holmes Chapel. You both laugh at the funny antics he got into at the bakery when he was younger.

He asks about your family and you share a little about your younger brother Sam- how he is a senior in high school this year, is on the track team, and wants to travel for a year before going to college.

He makes you both sandwiches while you continue to chat, covering every topic from those awkward middle school years to dream vacation destinations. You can't believe how easy it is to talk to him, and to be around him. He makes you feel so comfortable. He listens intently when you speak, never judging, and asks questions to dive deeper into whatever topic you're discussing.

[Friends talk like this, right?]

You feel kind of honored to be getting to know him in this way. But there is a part of you that thinks it's so unfair. He's so wonderful. Why can't you have this, always?

A comfortable silence fills the room as you finish your sandwiches, but once again, you're suddenly very aware of the feelings almost bursting out of you, and that you need to quickly shut this down.

You look at your phone and break the silence. "Oh damn, I didn't realize what time it was!"

"Oh, do you need to leave?" He asks, with the most disappointed expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry Harry. I can clean up my plate and stuff before I leave…"

"No, s'alright. If you need to go then you should go." Still disappointed.

[You don't need to leave to do anything else, but you do need to before you act on your feelings and mess everything up]

You both head towards the front door, walking slowly to savor it all before it ends. You stop at the door and turn back to him.

"If you need anything else, just let me know." You offer.

"Thanks Sunshine, this was everything I needed today," he says with a huge smile.

He suddenly wraps you up in a big hug and you start to melt, wrapping your arms around him too. You stay there for what feels like 10 minutes, trying to get yourself to even want to pull away, but you don't want to. You don't want to leave that moment, ever.

As you start to let go, he rests one hand on the back of your head and stares straight into your soul. "This is everything I wanted today."

Before you can think, his eyes fixate on your lips and press them softly with his own. You melt even more, and can't stop yourself from wrapping your arms back around his neck. Your mouths are moving in perfect synchronization. Everything about this moment makes you feel complete. He has made you feel complete.

His tongue tries to gently part your lips and that is the moment your brain inconveniently reminds you that you shouldn't get into anything.

You pull back and place your hands on his chest, not meeting his eyes.

You let out the heaviest sigh. "We shouldn't be doing this," you whisper.

He's thrown off guard. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just not a good idea."

"I don't understand." He utters, hands resting on your waist, not seeming to want to let you go.

"I don't want to mess up our friendship."

"Okay…" he replies, still not understanding.

"And I don't want to jeopardize our work relationship either." You continue. "You're Harry Styles, and I'm an intern. I basically work for you. It's just… it's too messy."

"Oh." He says, defeated. "Umm… okay. I get it." He lets go of you and runs his hand on the back of his neck. "I'm… I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this too."

You have a huge lump in your throat. [You do want this, you really do]

"I can't. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

You can't seem to move your feet. You just try to stare into his beautiful green eyes for a moment longer, but his head is down and his eyes are focused on the floor. You finally turn to grab the door handle.

"I… I'm so sorry about everything Harry." You start to choke on your own words. "I… I hope you have a safe flight." You can't think of anything else to do or say, so you reach up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He lets out a sound that can only be described as half of a sigh and half of a cry.

He catches himself and lifts his head up just enough to meet your gaze.

"Thanks for the coffee Y/N." He grabs the door handle, able to hold onto your hand for a moment longer, before he pulls it open for you and lets you walk out.

You call for an Uber and feel as if you can't even breath when you get in and it drives away.

[You did this so you didn't mess anything up, it's for the best, but you feel like you just made everything worse]

~~~~~

After getting back to the house, you curl up in the bed and let out all of the tears you had stored up in the car ride back.

[This is why Amelia told you to be careful and not get involved. This is why you wanted to keep it professional. Now you're here, your feelings completely betraying you, and you hadn't even had an actual relationship with him!]

You stay in bed the rest of the day. You don't want to be out there with the other girls, trying to pretend like you aren't embarrassingly unraveling. Natalie tells them that you aren't feeling good, so they don't bother you, and comes to check on you around dinner time.

"Hey Y/N/N, you wanna talk?" She asks as she opens the door.

[Geez it's like this same scenario just happened yesterday or something…]

"What happened honey?"

Again, you let it all out. You tell her about how he wanted you to stay, about the amazing conversations you had, about the amazing kiss, and about how you had to shut it down to save your job and keep it comfortably professional between you two.

Natalie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I love you girl, I really do, but you sabotaged yourself."

"What? No, I stopped anything before that happened'" defending yourself.

She shakes her head. "No. You preserved your comfort. What you sabotaged was your heart, and what you actually want most."

"Yeah, I want it. But I can't have it."

"Y/N! Amelia said she wouldn't get into anything, not that you shouldn't… and not that you couldn't!"

"I just don't want to risk anything." You state.

"What about your happiness?" She protests.

"I've worked hard to get where I am. I'm happy with what I have."

"Honey… you're hiding in here, alone and upset, because of something you don't have. Sounds like you're not fully happy, and maybe, just maybe, you would be if you had it." You can see the slightest arrogant smirk trying not to peek through, because she knows she made a good point.

"I still don't know what to do. I'm not good at this. I don't know how to do this." You mumble.

"There's no set way. And the way you described how comfortable you are around him… I think you'll figure it out pretty quickly. You're good at that part."

You gulp, trying to process the feelings you've been avoiding.

So she goes on. "He's headed to London, right? So you can have a few days to think it over. But… 'for what it's worth… it would be a good match'..." And with that quote from Amelia, the arrogant smile breaks through.

You can't help but smile too, looking up at her and reply, "thank you."

"Remember, I'm always here for you… And maybe a little bit for Zayn Malik. But definitely you first." She laughs and gets up from the bed. Before she walks away, she adds one more thing. "Please Y/N, don't be afraid of actually following your heart and going after something you really want. I know it's scary for you, but it really might be worth the risk."

And with that, she leaves you sitting on the bed, mulling over every single thing that's happened.

~~~~~

Series Masterlist || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

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[spaceistheplaceart]

PLEASE INFINITT TRAUN AU HNNNGMGMBMFMGMFMMG EXPLODES

ExlPOOOODOESSSSS IM TOO EXCITED I CANT TYPE PLEASE TELL ME MORE

REIGEN AND THE TRAIN I CANT

AGHHHHH

hmmmm i did have fic ideas last night but i dont feel confident enough in my understanding of the characters to write a full fic

so here's snippets/basic layout:

Reigen comes back to the office, and everyones shocked that he's back, because wtf this guys been missing for literally 2 months and they kind of thought he was dead. So they took over the business for him-- but it's really not the same.

As soon as he walks though the door, he's met with just. stunned silence. At first, he's uncomfortable with the silence, like... shit... did he intrude? he's in a very vulnerable emotional state right now. But he gently waves hi and greets everyone, beginning to apologize for being absent for so long-- before mob gets up and comes over to him and hes CRYING (bc this is post s3) and hes just so happy to see his master hes like where were you!?!?!

big reunion, some half hugs shared between mob and reigen, etc. they ask him what happened and he sits down to explain.

he explains what happened while serizawa is cutting his hair and... his voice is so soft and quiet right now, it's unnerving. he's slowly talking too, and still as serizawa cuts his hair. he's choosing his words carefully... it's unlike him.

serizawa asks him if it's a curse on the train, then maybe they should go exorcise it?

reigen begins to answer, suffers through a few false starts and then just puts his head in his hands and mumbles that he doesnt want tothink about the train right now. they leave it be. reigen is also worrying abt his apartment, and having to clean it up.

dimples like "damn, you're really fucked up rn huh?" and reigen, instead of taking the jab, is just like "dimple... please, lay off it for today, okay...? im really... really not in the mood..."

and that gives dimple pause and hes like "... ok. whatever." and leaves.

they talk a bit more, the haircut finishes, and reigen finds out that they were taking care of the place for him while he was gone. but customers have dropped because reigens not there anymore... without his salesman experience, SnS is missing a key component. Reigen is flattered, and says as such. He'll defifnitely come back to work, but... right now, he's gonna go home. Throw out all his expired food and... clean.

as he beginst o leave, he lingers in the doorway for a moment.

"..." He scratches the wall nervously, looking away. "... Would it... be okay if I... came back afterwards? To here?"

Serizawa tilts his head. "Of course, you are the boss--"

"No, I mean... not for... for work." Reigen bites his lip, this is hard for him to say. "... Just to hang out. With... with you....... guys. I don't-"

His shoulders hike up. "Don't want to be alone. at my house. today."

it's silent for a while before they agree wholeheartedly. reigen sighs out his tension and nods, then goes to leave. Serizawa stands and says that, maybe he should walk him back.

so they both walk back to the apartment, but when they get there, oh no!! there's a stranger in his apartment! reigen is ready to fight but the stranger is dimple :) possessing somebody. he took care of throwing out all the expired food and trash for him whwen he left earlier. Reigen looks in his now empty fridge and pantry, save for a few canned goods, in awe. Dimple makes up some excuse of he was bored and then insults reigen over how little food he has-- poor much?

reigen smiles though and laughs a bit to himself.

"Thank you for... doing this, Dimple. I appreciate it."

Dimple is taken aback by the earnest statement and shrugs. "It's whatever. I aint taking care of your roach problem though."

"ROACH!?!??!??! PROBLEM!??!?!"

Dimple laughs at him and pats him on the back. Reigen scowls and shoves him, but he's smiling afterwards. Then a roach skitters across the floor and reigen screams.. Dimple is laughing his ass off and serizawa picks up the roach with his powers and removes it. He says he can take care of the roaches for reigen. Reigen says thank you, and leaves the apartment "to get some fresh air" (to get the fuck away from the roaches)

anyways, after that, they go back to sns and reigen just hangs out for the rest of the day. tome eventually comes in and is happy to see him... reigen falls asleep on the couch... things are nice <3

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Hiiii Naina! I really like your blog and I appreciate that you are giving content to us thirsty armys, lol... so was wondering if you could do a hc with yah!tae being a ceo who is head over heels for slut/prositute reader? Like I’m not sure how I want the plot to be but it’s your wish... and ily 🤟 💜

⚠️: YANDERE!TAEHYUNG, PROSTITUTE!READER, spanking, rough sex, marking, possessive sex, hair pulling, daddy kink

-> ilyt 😘

-> sorry for any mistakes

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“Fuck! I’m close!” Taehyung growled, spanking your ass once more while pulling your hair harder

“D- Daddy close! So close, don’t stop!” You moaned, eyes rolling back because of the great amount of pleasure you were feeling

He pushed in deep inside you and covered your walls with thick ropes of cum

You collapsed on the bed, shivering from all the pleasure you just received

Taehyung hovered over your figure again and kissed the top of your head

“Do you mind if I crash here tonight? I’ll pay extra.”

You flipped onto your back, still breathing heavily

“I’m sorry, Tae. Not today, I have a client coming in at 10.”

Taehyung’s blood boils thinking about another man coming here and fucking you

It bothered him so much but he didn’t know what to do about

It wasn’t any of his business and he was scared that you didn’t share the same feelings as him

He got up and left without saying goodbye which was unusual

Usually, Taehyung’s a lot nicer but you assumed that he was upset because he couldn’t stay the night

Nonetheless, your other client came at 10 and you did the samething with him all night long

The next morning, you woke up and your client was long gone

You put on your robe and head to the kitchen for some breakfast, only to find out that you have little to no food in your fridge

You decided to clean up your apartment and room, before cleaning up yourself and heading to the grocery store to pick up some food

While you were throwing some pancake mix in the cart, your phone started ringing and you saw that it was Taehyung

“Hello? Taehyung?”

“Hi angel, how are you?”

“I’m good, just doing some grocery shopping. Is there a particular reason why you called me?”

“Ah, yes there is. Would you be able to book me in for today. I wanna be your last client.”

“I’m sorry, Tae, but my last client is coming at 11.”

“Then I’ll come at 12. Be ready.”

“Wait- No!” Taehyung immediately hung up the phone, ignoring the fact that you were “busy” during that time

You tried calling him multiple times throughout the day to tell him you can’t but he never answer the phone

Finally 11 rolls around and your client shows up a little late, but you still end up having sex

This particular client wasn’t exactly in a good mood however which resulted in aggressive sex

You didn’t mind it, but this man was fucking you good enough that you were shaking

It didn’t take him much time to ruin you

11:48 he finishes up and leaves you with your fingers shaking in pleasure

You were exhausted and wanted to go to bed but at exactly 12am, the door bell rang and you knew exactly who it was

You were gonna turn Taehyung away because you were sore but once you opened the door, he didn’t even let you speak

He immediately started kissing you then picked you up and took you to your room

He threw you onto the bed and ripped his shirt off

“Do you have any idea who you just fucked?”

“What?”

“Answer me, Y/N! Do you know his name?!”

“You mean… Jimin?”

Taehyung chuckles mockingly before grabbing your neck and squeezing it

“That fucker is my main competitor and here you are opening your fucking legs for him. Don’t you know that man is engaged? Don’t you feel ashamed fucking a man who’s taken?”

Your eyes widen and you jaw drops

“I- I didn’t know! I didn’t know he was your main competitor, he just-”

“Save it.” He cuts you off and rips your robe off

He plunges three fingers in you and scoops out the cum left behind by Jimin

“Disgusting whore. Having an engaged man’s cum deep in your womb.”

Taehyung took his under off and nailed into you with no mercy

You were still very sore so a couple of tears escaped as he started fucking you right away

Your legs were pressed against your chest as he had full access to your hole

“Let me show you that I can fuck you a lot better than he can. This little hole of yours will be aching for my cock every night.”

Taehyung continued fucking you while marking your breast and chest even though you had a strict no hickey rule because a lot of your clients didn’t like seeing hickies on your body

Taehyung massaged your breast while his hips smacked into you at a fast pace

Your breathing became heavier and sweat was glistening on your forehead

The bed was shaking fast and the skin slapping continued to get louder and louder

Suddenly, his tip pushed against your cervix a little too hard causing you to go over the edge

You hissed in pain and released on his cock

Taehyung leaned down and gave you a rough kiss, full of saliva

“Tomorrow, you’re gonna cancel all your “appointments” with your clients and move in with me.”

“No, but-”

“You don’t get a choice.”