#the red lipstick???? WHOA

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she truly is the most beautiful woman on earth. i mean? look at that.

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Moth To A Flame | JJK & KMG | 01

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader x Kim Mingyu  Genre|tags: Idol!au, series, established relationship, infidelity, love triangle, lots of angst, lots of drama, smut, fluff.  Word count: 9.2k+ Rating: Explicit adult content (MINORS DNI). Chapter warnings: A LOT of angst and tension, explicit language, sexual innuendos, kissing. Lemme know if there's more. A/N: I’m so happy it’s finally out!!! Just a few notes: I don't want to specify an exact date, but the events take place mostly during the second half of 2022, during the PROOF and Face the Sun/SECTOR 17 eras. Also, I'm not exactly sure how many chapters this fic will have, but possibly around 10 to 15 (if i can help it). That’s it! Enjoy the reading and let me know what you think!! Tags: @cherrylovescheol, @lovingkoalaface, @whoa-jo, @marihoneywk

Summary: Four years ago, you crossed paths with a charming member of the K-pop group Seventeen during their tour stop in Osaka. The two of you shared three intense, unforgettable days before life took you in different directions. It was painful for both of you, but you knew you couldn’t take things any further and had to say goodbye. Now, back in Seoul for good, you’re in a new relationship with another idol: Jeon Jungkook—whose charm and stability make him everything you thought you wanted. You are very much in love with him, and as your connection deepens, it feels like your life is finally falling into place. That is, until you meet one of your boyfriend’s best friends and are stunned to discover it’s the same man you fell for in Osaka all those years ago. As buried emotions resurface and secrets begin to unravel, you find yourself torn between these two men, caught in a whirlwind of love and conflict, testing the boundaries of loyalty and the choices that could change everything. 

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Your phone buzzed on the dresser as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strap of your dress for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. You knew it was a message from Jungkook, probably wondering where you were since it was half past nine and you were already late. 

Nice way to make a good first impression, you thought to yourself, staring back at your reflection in the mirror, a mix of excitement and nerves creeping in your chest. 

Jungkook had chosen the dress himself. It was simple yet elegant, a mid red velvet dress—his favorite color on you—with a slight sheen and floral embossed details. The dress has a V-neckline and it’s fitted to the body, creating an elegant and sophisticated fit, perfect for the night. Over the dress, you chose to threw a black leather jacket, which added a cool touch to the look, contrasting with the delicacy of the dress and looking very chic overall. 

You took a step back, after applying a final coat of the deep red shade lipstick, smoothing the fabric of the dress one last time as you studied your reflection in the mirror once more.

If you were being honest with yourself, you had spent more time getting ready than usual, wanting everything to be perfect. 

Tonight marks six months since you and Jungkook started dating, a milestone you both had eagerly awaited. From the moment you met while temporarily working for HYBE as a stylist for BTS’s PTD on Stage first show in Seoul, back in october, you knew it was meant to be. When he started shamelessly flirting while you tried to adjust his clothes, you knew you were a goner. And in the 182 days since he kissed you at 2 a.m. by the Han River, the two of you have been through so much together.

You’ve already done almost everything and anything, absolutely ignoring when everyone said not to rush into things, since you’re both so young. Plans for the far future, matching tattoos, and considering how much time you spent at his place, basically living together. You can name it and find out what you've already done. HYBE already knew about your relationship, and you spent ninety percent of your time together, except when you were both working. He already knew your family and closest friends, and you also knew his mom, dad and brother, his members and most of his friends from school and the industry. 

Well, all except the infamous 97 line. Which basically was your task for tonight. 

You had never met them before, or at least not all of them. However, tonight that would change, as Jungkook had arranged a dinner and drinks to introduce you to them. And from the moment everything was agreed upon, the thought of making a good impression had your stomach in knots. Jungkook was everything to you, and all you wanted was to be perfect for him—to be the woman who would fit seamlessly into his world. 

You really did love him. It was a thought that both comforted and anchored you all day, keeping you steady despite the nervous feeling creeping in your stomach as you finished getting ready. During the time you’ve been together, you've fallen hard for Jungkook, his kindness, his humor, the way he made you feel safe and cherished. He became your world. He’s kind and thoughtful manners, the way he treated you like you were the most important person in his life.

Jungkook had been nothing short of amazing and you loved him deeply. 

But that was not the only thing on your mind tonight. There was something else, something you hadn’t been able to push away no matter how hard you tried. Or rather, someone.

Of course you knew the guys who were part of 97 line—you didn’t live under a rock. For Christ’s sake, you also work for the entertainment industry; it’s basically part of your job to know who they are. And even if they weren’t who they are, Jungkook never stops talking about him specifically. He’s already shown you dozens of photos of the two of them and their adventures during Seoul’s nights.

It had been months since you realized that Mingyu from Osaka was also Jungkook’s Mingyu. 

The worst part, however, was that you hadn’t had the heart to tell him. You knew how angry he would be, how fiercely he loved you, and how much he disliked the idea of sharing anything, especially you; what was his was his only. So, yes, you were terrified of what would happen if he found out. You simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, not when you loved him so much, and not when what you had together was the best thing that had happened to you since you set foot in Seoul again. 

That’s the only reason you had kept it to yourself this entire time, knowing this moment would come eventually and you would have no way to escape it, only hoping you could get through the night without Mingyu causing any trouble. You knew he was a discreet guy, and it wasn’t like you were going to see each other every single day anyway from now on.  

Your phone buzzed on the dresser one more time, pulling you out of your thoughts. As you have guessed before, it was another text from Jungkook. 

You smiled, the warmth of his words soothing your nerves, if only a little. Jungkook was the reason you were doing this, the reason you face tonight despite the anxiety gnawing at you. And tonight was about him, and you were determined to make it nice and easy. 

So you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you muttered to yourself, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It's just one night.” 

Grabbing your purse, you took one last look in the mirror, and headed out the door. Even though it's not that far from your house, the cab ride to the restaurant felt shorter than you expected, your anticipation growing with each passing minute. 

Earlier in the day, Jungkook had insisted on picking you up, but you refused. You ended up working late—your temporary job as an editorial stylist for Elle Magazine had taken more of your time than expected—and you didn’t want to make him late as well. So, you told him you’d take a taxi and assured him it would be fine. But even so, you could tell he wasn’t completely convinced. He'd texted you several times throughout the evening, double-checking that you were okay and reminding you to let him know once you were on your way.

When you arrived, you spotted Jungkook immediately, staging outside the entrance with a wide grin on his face. He looked effortlessly handsome in his dark gray Calvin Klein shirt and dark jeans, his dark hair tousled in that way you loved.

As soon as he sees you getting out of the cab, his entire face lights up. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted you, bunny smile on full display as he pulled you into his arms to a warm hug, nose immediately dragging against the column of your neck, “I missed you.”

“Hi, handsome,” you replied, a teasing smile on your lips, nerves easing slightly with his touch as you melted completely into his embrace. “It's only been eight hours, babe.”

He shrugs. "What can I say? I don’t think I can last much longer without you, babe." Taking his face from the crook of your neck, Jungkook smiles, leaning down to kiss you softly. You sunk into the kiss, his familiar warmth making you feel safe and more at ease. “Happy six months.” 

“Happy six months, baby,” you replied between kisses.

When you finally pulled away, he kept you close, both hands on each side of your hips, an amused smirk pulling up at the corner of his lips. “You look incredible. Can’t wait to take this dress off of you.”

Your arms rested on his shoulders, circling his neck. “Mhmm… you don’t look so bad yourself.” He smelled really nice too, a wood and ocean scent that was distinctly his. “I have a surprise for you underneath this.”

"Don’t do this to me, doll,” he groaned in complaint, his voice almost sounding like a whimper. “I’d ditch those guys for you in a second.”

His lips met your jaw, trailing a path down to your neck. “And I wouldn't complain.”

You heard someone clear their throat, noticing a lady on the sidewalk staring at you with an unfriendly expression. You giggled, finally pulling away but staying close enough for him to drape his arm around your waist.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t wait for you to meet them,” he sounded way too excited, his doe eyes sparkling with joy. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the lingering jitters.

“They’re going to adore you, I promise,” he said, squeezing your waist reassuringly. 

Jungkook led you into the restaurant, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. The place was cozy and intimate, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the tables—the exact kind of spot you’d expect idols to gather for this kind of get-together. You could hear the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as you made your way to the back of the room toward a large table where a group of eight guys were already seated and chatting animatedly. 

As you weaved through the maze of tables, your nerves began creeping back in, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the table. You forced yourself to focus on Jungkook, on the fact that he was here with you, and that tonight was more about him than anything else. But as your eyes scanned the faces at the table, you couldn't help but search for the one you were dreading most.

“They’re just over here,” Jungkook said, bringing you out of your thoughts as you approached the group. 

And then you saw him.

Heart skipping a beat and breath caught in your throat as your eyes landed on the man sitting at the far end of the table, his eyes downcast as he filled his glass with a cabernet liquid. 

The man you never expected to see again in your life.

Kim Mingyu. 

The sight of him was like a punch to the gut, the air in the room suddenly feeling too thick, too heavy. The world around you blurred, your vision narrowing to just him—the man who had occupied your thoughts for so long after Osaka four years ago, the one you had tried and failed to forget.

It felt like slow motion as all eyes turned to you, and Mingyu slowly looked up from his drink, following suit with the rest of the guys.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his. A flicker of recognition crossed his gaze, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his surprise with a neutral expression. Even though you knew he would be there, nothing could have prepared you for the rush of emotions that surged the moment your eyes met.

It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving you breathless and frozen in place. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, the noise of the restaurant fading into the background, and all you could hear was the rapid beating of your heart.

Mingyu held your gaze, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. In that moment, a jolt of electricity shot through your body—a mix of fear, guilt, and something else, something you didn’t want to name.

“Everyone,” Jungkook’s voice cut through the haze in your mind, pulling you back to the present. “This is Y/N, the amazing woman I’ve been telling you all about, and the love of my life.”

Jungkook’s tone was joyful and proud as he kissed your cheek. You tore your eyes away from Mingyu, forcing a smile and trying to steady your breathing. Meeting the gazes of the guys around the table, you spoke, your voice steadier than you felt. “Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you all.”

“Babe, this is Yugyeom, Bambam, Chan, Eunwoo, Jaehyun, Seokmin, Minghao… and Mingyu,” Jungkook introduced, oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the surface.

Mingyu stood up almost immediately, one of his long legs hitting the edge of the table, causing the silverware to rattle. He offered you a polite smile, but you noticed the tightness in his jaw, the way his eyes avoided yours as he reached out to shake your hand across the table.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice calm and measured, as though nothing was out of the ordinary, giving nothing away.

Your hand trembled slightly as you shook his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through your body that you desperately tried to ignore. Heart racing, you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you forced a smile, “You too, Mingyu.”

Clenching your teeth, you fought against the shiver that coursed through your body, your nipples hardening despite your will. Memories flooded back in flashes, like a kaleidoscope of moments—the way his fingers felt inside you, on you, touching and caressing, guiding you to most the earth-shattering nights of your life.

Your hands lingered together for just a moment, you mind racing as you tried to gauge his reaction. Was he going to say something? Did he really remember you?

The rest of the introductions faded into a blur. As everyone took their seats, you found yourself sitting directly across from Mingyu, the small proximity only heightened your awareness of him. You could feel his gaze on you, even though he was careful not to let it linger too long. 

Jungkook sat beside you, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh under the table—a gesture that usually made you feel secure. But tonight, it felt like a reminder of the terrible situation you had suddenly found yourself in. 

You now hated yourself for not saying something to Jungkook before tonight. 

Of course, you hadn’t known Jungkook when Mingyu came into your life, but now that you knew both of them, shouldn't you have said something? 

And what would you even say? 

That his best friend had once stirred feelings in you so intense that they haunted you? That you spent years trying to erase the memory of his touch? That all those years ago, it was as if Mingyu hadn’t just claimed your body but your soul? 

A wave of nausea hit you suddenly, and you swallowed hard, trying to push it down.

As the conversation flowed around, you tried to focus on the others, to be present in the moment. You had to keep yourself occupied, or your sanity would begin to fray. And the other boys were more than happy to help you with that. They were very kind, funny and welcoming, and despite your tension, you found yourself slowly warming up to them. 

Jaehyun was charming and amusing; Seokmin was full of energy, making you feel more at ease with his laid-back attitude; Eunwoo was sweet but a little shy; Chan was outgoing and warm-hearted; Yugyeom was bubbly, relentlessly teasing Jungkook throughout dinner, while Bambam was clearly the life of the group—loud, hilarious, and making you laugh with his playful banter and jokes, easing some of the tension you’d been carrying since you arrived. Minghao, on the other hand, was more subdued but quick-witted, throwing in sarcastic comments and showing a genuine interest in you.

They all seemed genuinely happy to meet you, and you found yourself laughing at their stories, trying to relax.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Bambam asked. “We gotta know if you’re doing something cooler than us.” 

You chuckled softly. “Right now I'm between jobs. I mainly work as a tour stylist, but recently I’ve started getting into some editorial work too, for Elle Magazine.” 

"Oh, so you know Chaeyoung?" Eunwoo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Chaeyoung?" you echoed, unsure.

"Rosé, babe," Jungkook leaned in and whispered.

"Oh, right! Yeah, I was responsible for her outfits in the Elle June issue. We spent the whole day together—she’s really sweet." 

"She's part of our group too," Jungkook explained with a grin, "but you'll meet the girls another day."

"They're a separate event," Jaehyun joked and you laughed. 

“What do you like more? Touring or editorial?” Yugyeom asked, looking genuinely interested.

“Touring, definitely,” you replied, your face lighting up as you spoke about your job. "It’s incredible, and I get to do the other thing I love most—traveling."

“Wow,” Seokmin outed, sounding genuinely impressed. “What do you do when artists go on tour?”

“The months prior to a tour I coordinate the designers and do the talks with brands for custom pieces or partnerships," you began to explain. “During the tour, I oversee the team of dresses who help with costume changes and ensure costumes are functional for performances.”

“She’s so much cooler than you, Jungkook-ah.” Bambam said, pointing at Jungkook, who just shrugged.

“I can't argue with that.” 

“What artists have you worked with?” Chan piped in, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Mostly westerners. Little Mix, Dua Lipa, Ariana Gran—”

“So how did you two meet?” The question came up suddenly from the far end of the table, interrupting what you were saying and making your breath catch.

You shifted your gaze toward Mingyu, who leaned across the table with his eyebrows arched, head resting in the palm of his hand. Curiosity—and something more—sparkled in his eyes. Until that moment, he had been the picture of composure, engaging in conversation easily, his voice smooth and confident as he chatted with Jungkook and the other guys, but never with you.

Right now, however, you could see the tension in his jaw and the way the muscles in his forearm flexed, fingers tightened around his wine glass as he said, “Jungkook’s been pretty quiet about it, keeping us all in suspense.”

You hesitated for a moment, his tone sharp and unsettling, the bluntness of his question throwing you off balance. It was exactly the conversation you'd been avoiding, knowing it could lead to Mingyu prying into things you weren’t ready to share in his presence. 

You glanced at Jungkook, who smiled encouragingly and gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze under the table.

“Well, we actually met when I was working temporarily with BTS during the PTD on Stage shows here in the city," you said, keeping your voice steady, though inside you were bracing yourself. You turned your attention to your boyfriend’s face, forcing yourself not to let Mingyu's presence intimidate you, though it was becoming harder with every passing second. "It was supposed to be just for those shows, but I ended up staying with them until PTD in Las Vegas.”

“HYBE really loved her work, but I think I loved it more than anyone,” Jungkook said with a big smile, his hand gently caressing the inside of your thigh. His eyes met yours, and you exchanged a warm smile. “We got to talk one night after one of the concerts in LA, and…”

“It just felt right,” you concluded, smiling at the man on your left.

“Wow,” Yugyeom said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You couldn’t help but notice how similar his smile was to Jungkook’s—very bunny-like. “That sounds like something out of a drama.”

“Doesn’t it?” Jungkook said rhetorically, his eyes never leaving your face. 

You laughed softly, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “I guess it does. Life has a funny way of writing its own scripts.”

Tonight was the greatest proof of that, you thought, as Mingyu's gaze seared into the left side of your face. 

You stole a glance in his direction, catching him watching you closely. His expression was unreadable, but the tense set of his jaw gave you all the confirmation you needed—his own question had backfired, and this conversation was clearly affecting him, and not in the "I’m-happy-for-my-best-friend" kind of way. 

Then he abruptly turned his attention away when Minghao leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

"She’s got a point," Jungkook said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk as he pointed at Eunwoo. "You’ve probably started enough dramas to know how this plays out, huh?"

The man chuckled. "To be honest, it does sound like fate.”

Jungkook glanced at you with a smile that made your heart flutter even more. But before you could respond to Eunwoo, Mingyu’s voice cut in, accompanied by a wry smirk. “Real cinematic. Almost too good to be true, right?”

“It really was kind of perfect,” Jungkook said, smiling down at you again and completely oblivious to his friend's ironic tone."Fate or not, I’m just glad it happened."

The boys instantly started imitating Jungkook’s voice, making obnoxious noises and exaggerated smooching sounds. You forced a smile, trying to ignore the way Mingyu’s words lingered above you, heavy with unspoken meaning.

His eyes remained fixed on you, but he leaned back in his chair, feigning casual interest. “I see. Well, it’s surprising that you didn’t run into us at the concert here in Seoul, too, since we were there. I guess fate decided to keep things interesting.”

Once again, his words were tinged with irony, and though he didn’t directly address it, the implication was clear as the day for you. Your heart raced as you fought to maintain your composure. 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

Just then, Jaehyun flashed you a warm smile and asked, “So, Y/N, are you from around here?” 

You shook your head. “No, actually. I’m originally from Gwangju, but I lived in the UK for almost my entire life before deciding to move back here.”

“Really?” Jaehyun said, clearly intrigued. “What brought you back?”

“Just felt like the right time,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Sometimes you need a change of pace, you know?”

Jaehyun nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. It’s nice to have a fresh start every now and then.”

"How many countries have you visited while working?” Yugyeom asked, taking your focus off Jaehyun. “Must be nice traveling to so many places." 

"Oh, it is. There are so many places that I couldn't name them all at once. The last time I was in Brazil with–”

“Have you ever been to Osaka, Y/N?” Sensing an opening, Mingyu threw the question at you, his eyebrows raised, your name rolling out of his tongue slowly. His smirk didn’t waver as he leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with the kind of knowledge only the two of you shared. “Osaka is really nice.”

You winced at the chill in his words, desperately searching his eyes for the tenderness that once resided in those brown depths. But all you found were dark, empty eyes that swiftly brought back memories of your time together.

Suddenly, your heart skipped a beat, the memory of those three days in Osaka flashing through your mind like a neon sign in the dark. He didn’t mention it—he wouldn’t—but the way he phrased the question made it clear what was hovering between the two of you. You didn’t know what game Mingyu wanted to play tonight, but it was suddenly driving you crazy. 

Everyone at the table turned their eyes to him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, since he brought up Osaka out of nowhere. 

It was Bambam who voiced the question. “Osaka? She just said she was in Brazil, and you're stuck in Osaka?” he laughed. “You’ve been to Osaka hundreds of times, bro. Let’s hear about Brazil, please.”

Throughout the rest of the dinner, conversation and laughter filled the air. You tried your best to focus, to be present and engaged, but it didn’t matter how hard you tried, it was difficult to concentrate. Your mind kept drifting back to Mingyu, the tension between you palpable, even though neither of you acknowledged it. The others made you feel at ease, but Mingyu’s presence cast a shadow over your excitement.

And as if his mere presence wasn’t enough to overwhelm you, his smooth gestures and deep, husky laughter stirred memories you were desperately trying to forget.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes burning into you, now and then. Every so often, you would catch Mingyu looking at you, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he looked away. And every time your eyes met across the table, it sent a jolt through your system; your heart skipped a beat again and again, your mind a whirlwind of emotions, a jumbled mess of past and present. You couldn’t believe this was happening—of all the people in the world, Mingyu had to be Jungkook’s best friend.

It was so obvious that you weren’t the only one affected by this. You could see the tension in Mingyu’s shoulders, the way he kept his responses short, his attention drifting elsewhere. He was as shaken by this unexpected reunion as you were, and knowing that only made you feel more unsettled.

You loved Jungkook so much, you reminded yourself over and over. You were with him now, and that was all that mattered.

“Jungkook’s been so happy since you two got together,” Eunwoo leaned in closer, lowering his voice beneath the hum of conversation. His warm gaze focused on you as he whispered, grounding you again. “It’s really nice to see.”

A lump rose in your throat, the warmth of Eunwoo’s words a sharp contrast to the cold tension swirling inside you. Forcing a smile, you replied, “He makes me really happy too. The happiest, actually.”

It was true—you knew that. But right now, it felt like you were trying to convince yourself more than reaffirm it, and you hated yourself for it.

As the night went on, the tension in your chest never eased. It felt like guilt was eating you alive. Maybe you were overreacting—after all, it wasn’t like you had any feelings for Mingyu anyway. Maybe you should have told Jungkook from the start. Maybe he wouldn’t have reacted the way you feared, and everything would have been fine. The two of you would have laughed at the coincidence, and life would have gone on.

Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

But now it was too late, you thought to yourself—you were already here. You and Mingyu had already spent most of the night pretending you didn’t know each other, as if nothing extraordinary had happened four years ago. There was no way Jungkook wouldn’t find the situation strange.

Did that make you a cheater? You had wrestled with the question through the night, guilt gnawing at you, even if there was no betrayal in the technical sense. 

This wasn’t the kind of thing you could confess without destroying everything. It wasn’t something you could admit even to yourself without breaking. But the memory clung to you, no matter how hard you tried to bury it. And the weight of it was unbearable now, sitting in a room with both of them, feeling like you were betraying Jungkook just by being reminded of a past you could never speak of. 

Not with him, anyway. 

Sitting among your boyfriend's friends in silence, you felt like the worst person in the world. Although the rest of dinner flowed with lighthearted conversation, your heart raced every time Jungkook brought up something about your relationship that could give Mingyu space for interrogation.

And that continued until the conversation suddenly shifted.

“So, Mingyu, you still haven’t spilled the details about what went down between you and Sanghee," Yugyeom said, turning all eyes toward his friend. “Spill, already.” 

"Who’s Sanghee?" Bambam mumbled through a mouthful of rice.

“She’s that friend I set him up with on a blind date about three weeks ago," Yugyeom explained and all of a sudden, it seemed like the whole table had remembered a very important topic to be discussed: Mingyu’s love life. “She’s a dancer for YG.”

You took a long sip of your wine, trying to drown the strange knot tightening in your stomach. A confusing mix of warmth and bittersweet unease creeping through your veins, leaving you momentarily disoriented. 

Jealousy? Seriously? 

The thought hit you like a wave, catching you off guard. You had no reason to feel this way, but the unsettling twinge in your chest was undeniable. You shook your head, trying to push the feeling aside. You didn’t even know him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or him to be feeling this way. But most of all, it wasn’t fair to Jungkook. Yet the thought of Mingyu being with someone else had every muscle in your body tensing, rejecting the idea completely in a crazy possessive way. 

"Wait, you're dating again?" Jungkook asked, genuinely surprised and you lowered your gaze to your plate, trying to tune out the conversation, even though a part of you wondered what he meant with again. "I had no idea, man. That's good for you!"

Mingyu’s tone was sharp, clearly meant as a jab, as he replied to your boyfriend. "Well, of course you wouldn't know. We’ve barely seen you these past six months."

"But for a good reason, so you're off the hook," Seokmin said with a wink in your and Jungkook’s direction, quickly easing the tension. "Anyway, it's awesome that Mingyu's getting back into dating. Four years is a long time."

You froze, a chill running through you. That couldn't be right. You must've misheard.

Slowly, you lifted your head, just in time to catch Minghao wrapping an arm around Mingyu, as if offering quiet support. "He had to move on eventually, you know."

"Seriously, dude," Eunwoo chimed in, shaking his head. "I’m starting to think that girl you met in Osaka is a figment of your imagination. No way you’d stay hung up for four years over someone you only spent three days with."

Mingyu’s face flushed, and it was obvious he knew you were staring—he avoided your gaze, and for the first time tonight, he was looking everywhere but at you. Still, you couldn’t help but watch him from beneath your lowered lashes, struggling to make sense of your feelings right now.

To your surprise, he glanced your way for just a second before turning his attention back to the guys. 

"Could you all shut up for a moment?" His gaze landed on Jungkook, then Yugyeom. "And no, I'm not dating again. Sanghee was a little annoying, to be honest. She only wanted to talk about things that didn't interest me”

Yugyeom let out an exasperated sigh, throwing his head back. "You’re way too damn picky, man. Seriously, just choose someone and date them already!"

"I'm not picky, I just know what I want." He leaned back in his chair with a casual shrug and turned his gaze to you. You quickly looked away, but he pressed on. "I've already said it: I'm looking for someone I can genuinely connect with. Someone kind-hearted and easy-going."

Jaehyun rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like the girl from Osaka."

Mingyu shrugged. "Exactly like her."

You swallowed hard, leaning your head against your boyfriend's shoulder, using him as support to try to erase the thoughts racing through your mind at full speed. 

What the fuck was going on and why was he saying all these things?

"Mingyu met a girl in Osaka, like, five years ago? And he's never shut up about her since," Jungkook whispered, trying to include you in their conversation. "He hardly ever dates anyone because of her, so it’s always a reason to celebrate."

You forced a smile, bringing the glass to your lips as you replied, "She seems like a special girl." 

Jungkook smiled softly at you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I bet she is.

The conversation went on and then shifted, turning to the new drama Eunwoo was preparing to film over the summer. When dessert was served, you excused yourself to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect your thoughts and breathe. You slipped quietly out of your chair, walking down the dimly lit hallway outside the restroom, your heart still racing as you closed the door behind you. 

You immediately leaned against the sink, gripping its edge tightly as you stared at your reflection, your pulse thrumming in your ears as you cursed loudly. “Fuck.”

What the hell was going on? Why was Mingyu trying to confuse you with all these things, after everything that happened the morning he left Osaka? What did he stand to gain from this? He was the one who set the boundary, who made it clear that the past needed to stay buried. So why now, of all times, was he stirring it all back up? None of it made sense, and the more you tried to piece it together, the more it felt like the ground was shifting beneath your feet.

You loved Jungkook. You knew that. You were in love with him, with the life you had begun to build together. The perfect bubble you had created around yourselves, one that no one seemed able to burst. You’d spent six months like this—entwined in each other as if your very lives depended on it—and even now, you were still eager to celebrate this milestone by yourselfs the moment you step out of here.

Yet, seeing Mingyu tonight took a toll on you. 

There had always been something about him, something intangible that tugged at your soul in ways you could never fully explain. Now, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite remember what it was. It was maddening; the way the memory of him from four years ago slipped through your fingers all night, yet still sent your mind spinning uncontrollably. Deep down, you knew it was the same force that had once made your heart surrender so easily, the same pull that left you defenseless all those years ago.

You splashed water on your face, hoping to wash away your thoughts, trying desperately to clear your mind and come to your senses. But no matter how cold the water was, the anxious feelings remained, stubborn and unshakable.

Drying your face with a towel, you tossed it into the basket and took a deep breath. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to pull yourself together before heading back out there to face the rest of the evening with nothing but a big, stupid smile on your face, doing what you seemed so good at: pretending.

You stayed in the bathroom a few more minutes, pressing your palms to your cheeks to cool the flush that had risen as you steadied your breathing. You needed to get back to Jungkook as soon as possible—back to the reality you had chosen, back to celebrating your six-month anniversary together with his friends.

But as soon as you rounded the corner, you almost collided with a solid figure.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, stumbling back slightly before steadying yourself. “I’m sorry, I—” 

You stopped talking immediately when you looked up and met the one person you least wanted to see right now. Panic coursed through you, and you instinctively dodged, forcing yourself to start walking again without saying a word. 

But you were quickly halted when a hand landed on your forearm. The sudden touch sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of surprise and an unwanted spark of familiarity that you couldn't shake off. It was the faintest brush against your arm, but the sensation lingered, sending your pulse into a wild rhythm. 

How could such a small touch feel so electric? 

You quickly pulled your arm away, but didn’t take a step, frozen in place with him just behind you.

“Y/N,” Mingyu whispered, his voice husky in urgency. “Can we talk?”

Your heart sank. The last thing you wanted was to be cornered right now, especially after everything that had been said at the table just a couple of minutes ago.

Slowly, you turned to face him, heart racing as a flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm you just by a single touch. In that moment, all the thoughts you had tried to suppress tonight came rushing back, and you found yourself caught between the instinct to flee and the magnetic pull of his presence. 

“I… I really can’t,” you replied, voice firm but slightly wavering.

“Please,” he said, stepping closer, the intensity of his gaze making it hard for you to breathe. “I just need a moment. Just to talk.”

You shook your head no, mind fighting with all the reasons why this was a terrible idea. “Mingyu, it’s not a good time. I’m with Jungkook, and—”

“I know you’re with him,” he interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “But that’s not what this is about. It’s about us.”

“What happened is in the past,” you stated, feeling a rush of frustration. “This won't change just because we ran into each other.”

His expression softened, a mixture of regret and longing. “It’s not that simple, and you know it. We…”

He stopped talking for a moment and for a second, just stood there, his gaze fixed on your face with intensity. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you it was as if he hadn’t really seen you until this moment. His eyes roamed over your face, down to the way the red dress clung to your body, and back up again, like he was memorizing every inch of you, like you was something he couldn’t quite believe was real. 

Your pulse thumped loudly in your ears. The proximity between you was unbearable. He was too close, his scent too familiar, the memories flooding back with every breath taken as if the ones that haunted you through this night weren't enough. 

It had been four years, but suddenly it felt like it had all happened yesterday.

Mingyu stepped closer, so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse thudding wildly as his eyes met yours once again. There was something in his gaze, something raw and unspoken, that made the air between you hum with electricity. He was looking at you like he’d been waiting all night just to get this close, like being in the same room hadn’t been enough until now.

“You…” Mingyu’s voice was rough, almost strained, his eyes never leaving yours. “You look… different.”

“Mingyu…” you started, but your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

You knew what he meant. It wasn’t about the dress or the fact that your hair had grown long since the last time you had seen each other. He meant something deeper, something you both felt but neither could acknowledge. As you met his gaze, the weight of that understanding settled over you.

“You… look good,” he said, his voice quieter than before, but it still carried the same roughness that sent a shiver down your spine. 

You smiled softly, tilting your head to the side. You wanted to say so many things to him, but all that could come out of your lips was, “Thank you. You look good too.” 

The silence stretched between you, heavy with everything you couldn’t say. You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the flicker of hope clouded by the reality of your lives now. 

“Mingyu,” you started, unsure of how to express the conflict inside you. “Listen, I…”

But before you could finish, somebody turned around the corner, interrupting your moment, making you jump slightly. Your heart started racing again, the reality of your situation crashing back down on you. Anticipation clenched in your stomach. You had to get out of here. 

“Minghao. Hi.”

Minghao smiled at both of you immediately, stopping in his tracks, his curious gaze locking onto yours. “Sorry about that,” he said with a chuckle, stepping aside to let you pass. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine.” You said, mirroring his smile. “No worries.”

Then you made a move to walk past him, eager to return to the safety of the dinner table, to Jungkook, but Minghao didn’t let you go so easily. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just needed to freshen up.” You replied, glancing toward the dining area of the restaurant where you could hear Jungkook’s voice and the others still laughing, still blissfully unaware of the storm that had just brewed in your mind. 

“Are you two okay?” Minghao asked, glancing between you with a raised eyebrow. 

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

He didn't look convinced. “Did I interrupt something?” 

“We’re just catching up,” Mingyu replied, his expression shifting, the vulnerability from moments ago replaced by a guarded look. The casualness in his voice stood in stark contrast to the heaviness that had hung between you seconds earlier. “I had to know if she passed the test to be Jungkookie's girlfriend.”

Mingyu let out a light laugh as he spoke and Minghao nodded, though he didn’t seem convinced. There was a curious glint in his eyes, as if he were trying to piece something together. He studied your face intently, his brows furrowing in thought, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

“You know,” he started, his voice thoughtful, “you look really familiar. Have we met before?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat for what it felt like the hundredth time this evening. The way he said it, the way his eyes held yours—it sent a chill down your spine. The distant familiarity in his eyes unsettled you all of a sudden, and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach.

You quickly glanced at Mingyu, then back at Minghao, swallowing hard, the weight of his gaze suddenly becoming too much for you to handle, because you knew exactly where he recognized you from. 

That day at the airport, the very last day, four years ago. The day you had said goodbye to Mingyu, heart in pieces, believing you’d probably never see him ever again. Minghao had been there, along with the other members of Seventeen. Far away, but there. He had probably seen it. He probably knew.

Panic bubbled in your chest, but you fought to keep your expression neutral. You forced a laugh, shaking your head as you carefully replied, "I don’t think so. I think I’d remember."

“You’d be surprised,” Minghao’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if your reaction to his question had only deepened his suspicion. He chuckled softly, but his eyes stayed on yours, sharp with thought. “I’m terrible with names, but faces? I never forget a face.”

He looked like he was going to say something else, but then he tilted his head, studying your face a little bit more. He glanced at Mingyu slightly and there was a beat of silence between the three of you. All of sudden, you felt your pulse quickening again. This night looked like it would be one that would land you in the hospital with the onset of a cardiac arrest. 

“Maybe we’ve crossed paths somewhere,” you said, trying to sound as casual as possible. “But I don’t think we’ve officially met before tonight.”

“Hmm, maybe,” he mused, glancing past you for a second before returning his focus back to your face. There was something knowing in it, something that made you feel sick. This couldn’t be happening. Then Minghao’s expression shifted, as if a light had just switched on in his mind. “Japan! Ha! Have you ever been to Japan?”

“I, uh…” you stammered slightly, trying to keep your cool. “Yeah, I’ve been. For work.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You had met Mingyu during your time off while the singer you worked for was on tour.

He nodded slowly, like he was piecing something together. “Right.” 

Minghao's eyes lingered on yours, and you had the distinct feeling that he was seeing right through your attempt at casual conversation. 

But to your relief, he didn’t press the subject further. Instead, he just shrugged. “Well, I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually,” he said, his tone hinting at something unspoken. He smiled as he stepped aside, gesturing toward the dining room. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Minghao.” You mumble quickly, as he stepped into the men’s restroom after lightly touching Mingyu's shoulder and smiling at his friend. You took a deep breath, eyes meeting Mingyu’s again. “I should go,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I really need to—”

“Wait,” he interrupted you, his tone suddenly serious. “Can we… can we talk later? Somewhere private?”

You hesitated, the conflict within you flaring up again. Minghao's words and gaze had completely thrown you off balance. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please,” Mingyu said, his voice dropping to a whisper, a plea that struck deep within you. “I just need to see you again. Just to talk.”

“I’ll think about it,” you replied, taking one last look at him before you walked back toward the table. 

Every step felt heavy, your mind racing with thoughts you wished you could push away as you made your way back to Jungkook. Did Minghao know? Was he just playing with you, or had he already connected the dots? Has he really recognized you? Was it possible that he had seen you in the airport with Mingyu? 

You simply couldn’t afford to think about that right now. Not with Jungkook looking so happy, waiting for you at the table, surrounded by his closest friends. For now, you had to push everything aside, pretend like the past hadn’t crashed into your life tonight. 

As you neared the dining area of the restaurant, the sound of laughter greeted you, and for a moment, the weight on your chest lightened. Jungkook spotted you immediately, his face lighting up as he waved you over. 

You observed that boys had spread out. Seokmin, Bambam and Yugyeom were huddled around the karaoke machine, laughing and dancing to the soft ballad playing in the background. Eunwoo, Jaehyun and Chan sat nearby Jungkook, deep in conversation, while there was no sign of Mingyu coming behind you. 

When you reached the table, Jungkook turned fully toward you, flashing that familiar boyish smile, the one that always made your heart swell. It was effortless, the way he could make you feel safe with just a look, as if the entire world faded away and it was only the two of you.

He extended his hands, pulling you close to seat on his lap, his voice soft and affectionate as he murmured, “There you are. I was starting to miss you.”

You genuinely smiled, the sound of his voice grounding you in the presente, exactly where you should be. You had to focus on him. On your six-month anniversary. On the life you had built together, even if ghosts from your past were insisting on creeping back in. 

He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you as close as he could. “You okay?”

The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness in his words wrapped around you like a protective shield, momentarily easing the tension inside you. You melted into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulder and allowing yourself to sink into the comfort he always provided you, grateful for his touch on your skin. “Never been better.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Jungkook whispered, his words filled with sincerity as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head. “You make everything better, you know?”

You smiled at him again, though this time it felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.

“I’m glad too.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you.”

He smiled big. “I love you more.”

You shook your head, tears suddenly welling up, pushing against your resolve. "No," you whispered, your voice trembling as you fought to hold them back. You couldn't tell what it was. Whether it was the events of  tonight that had left you feeling so overwhelmed, or if it was simply because you loved this man with every fiber of your being that it couldn't be possible for there to be a love greater than that. "It’s not possible."

Everything inside you felt tangled—love, guilt, confusion—blurring the lines between what was real and what you were trying to push away.

“Yes, it is,” he said, head tilted to the side as he examined your face, his eyes and voice soft with concern, while you sank deeper into his shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

"Nothing," you whispered, forcing a small smile as you blinked away the tears. "They're tears of happiness, I promise. I'm just happy that we're here and together."

“Babe, this has been the happiest six months of my life.”

Your heart clenched. Six months. It was supposed to feel like a celebration, but all you felt right now was guilt weighing on you.

“Mine too,” you whispered back, mind far from settled.

Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You laughed, despite the sincerity in his voice, burying more of your face in his neck and closing your eyes to inhale the scent you loved—his. “Are you drunk right now, mister?”

“Just a little bit,” he chuckled. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

“I feel the same way, baby,” you said, hoping the words would steady you. 

He leaned closer, moving your hair away from the back of your neck to leave a trail of kisses there, voice a little rough. “And the way you look in this dress? Absolutely perfect and mesmerizing. I’d say you’re turning heads tonight.”

Your heart raced with joy at his compliment, heat rising to your cheeks. “You’re not too shabby yourself,” you teased, letting your gaze linger on him. “So handsome,” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt soft beneath your lips. “So hot. It’s no wonder Calvin Klein wants you as their new brand ambassador.”

He chuckled, a low, playful sound that sent a thrill through you. “Careful, babe. If you keep complimenting and kissing me like this, I might have to take you somewhere else.” His tone was flirtatious and tinged with mischief, causing a flutter deep within you at the thought.

You bit your lip, lifting your head from his neck as your hands caressed his face, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw and lip ring. Leaning in closer, you raised an eyebrow, your voice soft and teasing. “Is that a promise?”

“Mhmm…” 

Your faces were inches apart, the warmth of his breath sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. There was electricity in the air, a palpable tension that danced between you, wrapping around you like a silken thread. In that brief moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the room, the rest of the world fading away. 

You swept his hair back, savoring every detail—the curve of his lips, the intensity in his eyes, the magnetic pull of his gaze. The urge to lose yourself in him was always so powerful. With a teasing flick of your tongue, you traced his lips, biting his lip ring, and he parted them willingly. A smile played at your mouth as you pulled back provocatively, but his lips chased yours immediately, hands slipping to the back of your neck, pulling you close. This time, you surrendered to him completely, feeling his smirk press against your mouth as you gave in.

Your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching as his soft lips pressed into yours, stealing the air right from your lungs. As you moved in, your tongue met his in a playful, lingering dance. The warmth of the kiss sparked something deep inside, each gentle caress a silent promise to savor every second together.

Still seated on his lap, your hands pressed to his chest, fingertips grazing over the firm planes beneath, as each languid pull of his lips melted you further .Jungkook’s hands squeezed your hips, urging you even tighter against him. The cool touch of his lip ring sent a thrill through you with every brush, a tantalizing contrast to the heat building between you.

Your hands slid up, fingers lacing behind his neck as your nails grazed his skin, slipping into his hair with a gentle tug. But just as you were close to getting more lost in each other, a piece of bread sailed through the air, smacking Jungkook on the head. You both broke the kiss, turning quickly to see where the unexpected interruption had come from.

Eunwoo, Jaehyun and Chan observed you with amused expressions, joined by the others on the other side of the room.

Crossing his arms over his chest, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he stared at you, Jaehyun said, “Aren’t you two awfully cozy over there?” 

“Seriously, get a room!” Yugyeom shouted across the nearly empty restaurant. 

“And don’t forget we’re still here, please.” Chan spoke, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

The others joined in with laughter, their teasing breaking the intimate bubble you and Jungkook had momentarily created. Your cheeks warmed even more as you buried your face in Jungkook’s shoulder again, caught between embarrassment and amusement.

“Yeah, okay, okay!” Jungkook said, laughing as he pulled back slightly, still holding you on his lap. “Can’t blame us for trying to celebrate our anniversary!”

“Right, right,” Eunwoo said, smirking. “Just don’t do it with us watching, yeah?”

As laughter filled the air, you felt the warmth of Jungkook’s arm around your waist, anchoring you to him amidst the joyful chaos.

But just then, you couldn’t help but let your gaze drift across the table. Drawn by an invisible thread, your eyes locked onto Mingyu’s. He was there again, clearly forcing a laugh as he stared at you. Your heart raced, the laughter around you fading into a distant murmur. Mingyu’s expression was unreadable yet charged, a blend of warmth and something profound swirling between you, and suddenly the light atmosphere seemed to shift again.

“Babe?” Jungkook’s voice pulled you back, concern etched across his features as he noticed your distraction. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked, forcing yourself to focus on him again, the affection in his eyes steadying you again. And then you lie, feeling like the worst person in the world again. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook pressed, his brow furrowing. ”You're not uncomfortable, are you?”

“No. Really, I’m okay.” you insisted, the words slipping out a little too quickly as your eyes met his. 

Eventually, as the night wore on, your head nestled against Jungkook’s shoulder, the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat started to lull you into a sleeping state. He turned to you, a gentle smile on his face. “So, what do you say we call it a night? I think we’ve celebrated enough for one evening.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection.

Jungkook pulled you close, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get you home.”

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They receive a love letter with your lipstick mark

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۶ৎ Sae Itoshi

Sae finds the letter in his locker or training bag and immediately raises an eyebrow at the lipstick mark. His first thought isn’t flattery, it’s annoyance. Public displays of affection, even in written form, are unnecessary distractions to him.

He views romantic gestures like these as shallow, especially when they come from someone he doesn’t know well. “What a waste of paper,” he mutters, folding the letter without reading more than a few lines.

Unless it’s from someone he already respects, Sae would likely toss the letter aside, unaffected by the gesture. If it’s from you, someone he has hidden feelings for, his reaction would soften. He might still roll his eyes, but there’s a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

If touched, he wouldn’t respond overtly. He’d instead drop subtle hints through actions, like being more attentive to you during conversations or sparing time he normally wouldn't for anyone else.

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۶ৎ Ryusei Shidou

Shidou bursts into laughter the moment he sees the lipstick mark on the letter. “Damn, they really went all out!” he cackles, holding the paper up for others to see without a hint of embarrassment.

He loves the audacity behind the gesture and finds it amusing. Shidou doesn’t care about tradition or propriety, so this bold approach is right up his alley.

If the sender intrigues him, especially if it’s you, he would be thrilled by the letter. “Took you long enough to notice how great I am” he’d tease, though there’s genuine interest beneath the bravado.

He’d confront you directly, possibly holding up the letter with a wild grin. “So, what’s next? A date or a game of one-on-one to see if you really like me that much?” His chaotic charm makes every interaction unpredictable.

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۶ৎ Oliver Aiku

Aiku raises an amused eyebrow at the lipstick mark, his lips curling into a lazy smirk. “Guess someone’s got style” he murmurs, intrigued rather than shocked.

He flips the letter over, examining the mark as if deciphering a secret message. His experience with flirtation makes this feel familiar, but he’s curious enough to want to know the person behind the gesture.

If the letter feels genuine and thoughtful, his playful demeanor gives way to sincerity. If it’s from you, someone he respects, he would carefully consider how to respond.

Aiku wouldn’t reply with another letter; instead, he’d catch you in person, leaning in with a teasing grin. “So, about this letter… Should I be flattered or worried about what’s next?” His charm masks his real interest, but his words carry weight.

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۶ৎ Shuto Sendou

Sendou’s face turns bright red the moment he sees the lipstick mark. “Whoa, what the-?!” His brain immediately goes into overdrive, wondering if the letter is even meant for him.

He fumbles with the paper, reading the letter carefully while glancing around nervously to see if anyone noticed. Despite his embarrassment, he’s touched by the effort behind the gesture.

If he knows the sender is someone genuine, especially if it’s you, his nervousness melts into excitement. He appreciates direct expressions of affection and would feel both flattered and motivated by it.

Sendou would try to respond in person but stumble over his words. “Uh, hey, about that letter... It was, uh, cool. I mean, I liked it! A lot!” His sincerity, though awkward, shines through, making the moment genuine and heartfelt.

[hollywoodroses]

wildcat (a guns n roses fan fiction)

you are invited by your best friend to a guns n roses concert at the famous cathouse night-club in los angeles. what you didn’t expect was to be initiated into a groupie

Warnings: smut including exhibitionism, fem!slash, voyeurism and praise (body worship), language

You are waiting outside the very famous exotic rock n’ roll night-club, the cathouse. You would rather be at home reading a book but your best friend who happened to be a groupie invited you to join her.

Feeling self-conscious in your outfit, you are wearing a red lingerie body suit underneath a fishnet coverup. It made you feel this way because you had blossomed into a woman with a large DD chest and a narrow waist.

After waiting for what felt like hours, you and your friend are finally let into the club. The crowd is large and you start to worry. A few minutes pass by and the lights go down.

“Ladies & Gentlemen, Guns N’ Roses!” You hear over the loud intercom.

You are pushed forward towards the stage by the crowd. Once you get to the front, you put your hand on the barrier so you don’t get hurt.

You hear the opening notes to ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ and you are in awe of the band, especially Axl. Feeling like someone is watching you, you notice that the bassist is checking you out. You don’t know his name but give him a smile. The show is amazing and you get lost in the music, you can’t believe you were planning to decline your friend’s invitation to this club.

Before you know it the show is over.

“That was great, Y/BF/N” You say, you don’t hear anything back and notice your best friend is no where to be found.

You begin to panic as you call out her name in the crowd of people. What you don’t notice is the bassist from the band is watching you from the side of the stage. He walks onto the stage by the edge and goes down the stairs trying to catch up to you.

While being pushed around you quickly turn around and bump into the bassist.

“Whoa, slow down there sugar”. He says to you.

You are speechless as you look up at him. Suddenly feeling shy, you wish you had a coat to cover yourself.

“I can’t find my friend.” You admit to him, feeling lost and helpless.

He sees the worry in your eyes and smiles.

“My name is Duff. Listen, do you want to meet my band mates backstage? Judging by the way your friend was acting during the show she might be there.”

You are unsure but Duff seemed harmless. You agree to go with him not realizing that he had other ideas.

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Once you and Duff get backstage you are greeted by his bandmates.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Duff introduces you.

“What do you think, do you wanna play”.

You are shocked at Duff’s words but find yourself nodding in agreement.

Steven is the first to walk up to you as you look at the floor in embarrassment.

He lifts your chin and smiles at you. You blush as he leans into a kiss. When your lips touch his, you can’t help but to deepen the kiss as you hear the other men wolf-whistle.

Steven brings you over to the couch where Axl is sitting and lays you in his lap. Axl feels you up and undoes the strap of your body-suit as he kisses you innocently. He doesn’t want to frighten you, he can tell you are a baby groupie, not because you are young but because this is the first time you have been with a rock band or musician.

You feel a chill and notice that you are completely nude. Losing your breath after making-out with Axl, you look over at his bandmates and notice them check you out hungrily. Blushing, Izzy walks up to you and blindfolds your eyes. You suddenly see darkness and whimper as you are kind of worried what can happen next.

“You are a goddess.”

“So perfect. God, I wanna rip you apart.”

You feel wetness in your pussy. Moaning you realize one of the men is licking you. You are about to moan but get choked as you feel someone stick their tongue down your throat. Feeling your lipstick smudging, the same person spits in your mouth.

“Oh my god, fuck.” You whisper. You hear a chuckle near you and you try to reach out to touch them.

You are getting excited as you get chills down your spine. You feel multiple hands on your body.

“Oh, so cute.” You hear a woman’s voice say.

“I want her too.”

Feeling glossed lips kiss your mouth, you start to feel soaked. Your body believing you are kissing the same woman who spoke earlier.

You suddenly feel something wet spray on your breasts and you scream in sexual bliss. Your fingers rub your chest and you take a taste realizing its cum.

‘It must be from one of the men’. You thought to yourself.

You had enough fun and games and took of your blindfold. Smiling with a little blush on your cheeks. You see five men and two women looking at you proudly.

When you finally see Duff you say “Well, that was fun.”

Everyone laughed, you heard one of the women say “welcome to the family”. You didn’t understand what they meant but thanked them.

Duff grabbed your hand and slowly walked you out. As he kisses you goodbye, you hear your friend say “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you”. You break Duff’s kiss and see your friend. You hit her shoulder lightly but she’s speechless.

You see, you are glowing. Your friend can’t believe the sight of you looking all disheveled like a goddess.

“Did you fuck the band?” Your friend asks you in-front of Duff. He just shrugged his shoulders and winked.

You blush and hide your face in Duff’s jacket while holding onto him.

“That’s amazing, I’m really proud of you”.

You say one last goodbye to Duff wondering if you’ll see him and his bandmates again.

the end

[randxmthxughts]

your lips, my lips, apocalypse - neteyam x omaticaya ! reader

summary: when y/n hangs out with the women at the lab and decides to put on lipstick to feel pretty, her friends start to make fun of her. but not neteyam, he thinks she looks cute

contains: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, fluffy Neteyam, bf!Neteyam, bf material

wc: 1k

a/n: basically, i’ve been thinking about the sully kids hanging around the labs all the time and being fascinated with normal human stuff, especially with the makeup. then i saw this trend on tiktok, and i find it so cute and adorable, i wanted to do something similar with neteyam. so don’t thank me for the extra neteyam fluff you’re getting today… actually, do thank me please, i love the encouragement ♡

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Whenever the Sully kids would visit the science facility, you were always there to tag along. At first, it was because Neteyam had to keep an eye on his siblings, and you were basically attached by the hip to him. But as your visits became more frequent, you found yourself growing fascinated with the things humans brought with them from the Earth. The small gadgets they used, the clothes they wore, but especially the makeup. You could sit and watch women fixing up their makeup for hours. The way they would open their mouths while coating their eyelashes with thick black paint, or the way they’d change the color of their lips every time you saw them. One time you even noticed marks of the said colors on one of the men in the lab, and while the others found it gross, your heart fluttered at the thought of leaving similar marks on Neteyam. 

"Do you want to try it?" Marissa nodded at you through the mirror, as she finished applying her bright red lipstick, "Come on, it will be fun."

You hesitate for a second before nodding your head in agreement. The idea of seeing yourself with painted lips has always intrigued you. Marissa stands up to level herself with you and holds up two lipsticks, one is bright red - the one she's wearing, the other one is pink.

"Which one do you want?"

When you catch your reflection in the mirror for the first time, you can't help but break out into a giddy smile. The pink lipstick on your lips makes them appear bolder on your face, and your eyes are instinctively drawn to them. Marissa watches your reaction with a grin and compliments you on how beautiful you look. You too feel special, the same way you feel special when you dress up for celebrations. 

You jump to your feet soon after, eager to find your friends and show off your new look. But your heart shatters into a thousand of pieces when you see their confused faces. Spider and Kiri stare at you with widened eyes, and when Lo'ak follows their gaze to you, he bursts into laughter.

"Lo’ak, shut up," Kiri slaps her brother but it is too late.

"It just looks... weird," Spider adds with a whisper.

You squirm under their stares and make your way towards the exit, eager to get away. But your plans are quickly derailed when you bump into Neteyam. You don’t want him to see you like this.

"Whoa, where are you rushing off to?" Neteyam asks, as he places his hands on your shoulders. You hang your head low, avoiding his gaze.

"Nowhere," you mumble, trying to shake him off. "I'm going home. Just let me."

"What's wrong, yawne?" Neteyam lifts your chin up with his fingers.

You watch as his pupils widen when he catches a sight of pink on your lips. Your eyes threaten with tears, and your lip starts quivering involuntarily out of embarrassment. Surely, he must think you look ugly too. Before Neteyam can even open his mouth, you storm out of the facility.

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When Neteyam sees you quietly sobbing in your hammock, his chest tightens with ache. After finding out the way his siblings reacted to you earlier and scolding them for hurting his beloved, he practically ran to talk to you. 

"Yawne," Neteyam says softly before scooching himself in your hammock.

As you try to wipe away the tears of shame, Neteyam beats you to it, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. You know he hates it when you cry, always blaming himself for it. His face grimaces with pain, while he tries to dry the wetness off your skin. 

Neteyam's gaze then shifts to your lips, and you cringe, remembering that you still had the stupid lipstick on.

"I forgot to wipe it off," you mumble, embarrassed. 

"Leave it. I want you to keep it on."

"But I look ugly with it," you sniff.

"Nothing can ever make you look ugly, syulang," Neteyam leans in, nuzzling your face, "I think you look very pretty."

"You truly mean it? The others were laughing at me..."

"They are stupid children," he scoffs.

"They are."

"You know I don't like it when you're upset,” Neteyam pulls away slightly to look at you, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks, "Will you please smile for me?"

His words make you feel giddy, knowing that he speaks to you in a way that he doesn't with anyone else. You smile right away, eager to please him. He can’t help but smile back.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks cautiously, "I don't want to mess up your lipstick."

"I have a better idea," you chuckle.

You lean in towards Neteyam, and instead of kissing his lips, you plant a soft one on the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch at your touch, but he patiently lets you take your time. Pulling away slightly, you examine the lipstick mark you left on his skin. It’s a little faint, so you press another kiss to his cheek, this time harder. Then another one to his temple, and his forehead. Neteyam laughs under you, fully aware of the kiss marks you’re now leaving all over him. Finally, when his hands catch you by the waist and pull you onto his lap, you can't help but admire your work. Neteyam beams at you, his face and neck covered in pink marks of your lips.

"You’re done now?" he asks, noting your satisfied grin.

"Hmm, I think that’s enough," you tease, "Now everybody will know that you’re mine."

"Everybody already knows that, yawne," Neteyam grins, "Now can you finally kiss me on the lips?"

[trashmouth-richie]

prequel to Honey I’m Home

master list

summary: a peek into the lives of our love birds back in 1985

w/c: 4k

tw: no minors, underage drinking, drug use, party behavior. hinted at: rape

Engine roaring hot with the early dog days of summer, Eddie’s van skids to a stop sliding against black asphalt of Piney Wood Lane.

“Eddie! What the fuck?!” A church mouse voice that resembled nails on a chalkboard shrieks when the van halts to a stop. Peach colored lipstick is smeared in a wavy line across her pale skin, Chrissy glares icy blue daggers into the curly haired metal head.

Stoned and nearly asleep, Eddie forced his tired lips into a grin, pearly whites gleaming against the backdrop of the setting sun through the dirty windshield. “Oh babe you’re so pretty, here let me help.” Grabbing the tube of lipstick Eddie draws a matching line across her other cheek, “all better,” he yawns as she snatches the lipstick tube back and shoves the lid back on slamming it into her purse. Using a dirty t-shirt by her feet that she knew was used to wipe Eddie’s cum off her stomach some time last week after one of his shows, she rotates it to a cleanish spot and works the black cloth gently across her face, muttering to herself.

“Where are these little shits anyway?” She grumbles as she avoids Eddie’s lips on her neck, shoving him away with the heel of her hand.

“Fuck Chris, relax,” Eddie says, arms up in a surrender and lowering slightly to light a cigarette and blowing the smoke into the open warm air through his window, “little Tooty said they have to sneak out of the basement window.”

It had been a full year since Eyeball had left town and graduated without Eddie. His best friend was always smarter than he was, never having to repeat senior year, he left Eddie’s trailer park ass in the dust— never to be heard from again.

A scoff breaks from Chrissy’s pastel pink lips as she swipes more powder blue eyeshadow on her lids in the mirror. “I don’t know what my brother sees in her.”

The high encompassing Eddie falters for a split second. Chad Cunningham? What the fuck would Tooty want to do with him?

“Damn, tell me how you really feel,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and inhaling from his cigarette, “don’t hold back.”

Chrissy flips the visor up with a thud and crosses her arms, her lips twisted in a sneer, she opens her mouth to speak but Eddie shushes her when five moving figures run across the neatly mowed lawn of the Wheeler’s.

Opening the sliding door is a pimple-faced Mike Wheeler, accompanied by Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, and you.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Eddie says holding his hands up in protest, “watch the carpet yeah? Won’t be a shaggin’ wagon if the carpet is stomped all to hell you little gremlins.”

“Fuck dude,” Dustin speaks, sliding next to Mike on the floor, “you gonna give us upholstery lessons or are we going to this party?”

Mike and Lucas laugh as Eddie takes off before the door is even shut. Screaming into the night like a bat out of hell. Passing out cigarettes from a crumbled pack you kept in the breast pocket of the same ratty flannel you wore almost daily, everyone leans forward to catch the flame at the same time. Inhaling deep and choking back smoke against baby pink lungs.

Eddie wasn’t your favorite person but if he was one thing: it was reliable. He’d show up in his van, rolling up on the last remnants of weed whenever you called him. Day or night, rain or shine wherever you were— he’d drop whatever he was doing to pick you up.

Like the time Mike had left you at Benny’s after falling asleep in the red cracked booth following a late night movie premiere of Cujo. A quick dial to the Munson trailer, with a worried Benny behind you, after a couple of monotonous dial tones an out of breath Eddie answered grumpily reassuring you he’d be there soon.

Ten minutes later the blaring tunes of DIO were heard faintly as his van roared down the street, foregoing stop signs and swerving all over the place.

Benny raised an eyebrow and gave Eddie a pointed finger grunting: get her home safe.

Eddie greeted you with a stupid smile and deep dimples, threatening Mike’s life and his Hellfire spot for leaving you behind.

“Don’t make this a habit,” he scolded lightly, eyes red and higher than a kite, his boots were untied and his hair was sticking out in every direction, “Eyeball will skin me alive.”

You roll your eyes and put your feet on the dash, “Kev doesn’t even know I’m gone.”

Tapping the brakes Eddie laughs deep when you lunge forward, millimeters from almost smacking your head on your knees. “You know my rule, feet down little T.”

The night was young and you were filled with a naivety that coursed through your veins. With Eyeball at college your parents were rarely home, and you spent every waking minute you could with the boys, Max and El. A group of unruly teens, knobby knees and bad haircuts. The summer was barely at its peak, and you couldn’t wait to live it.

“Alright you little brats,” Eddie joked, pulling into Rick’s driveway, “no humping, no grinding, don’t take anything if you aren’t sure of what it is, and you all owe me $5 for the ride here and supplying you little degenerates with the best weed and warm beer in all of Hawkins.” He goads with a warm smile and jumps out of the van, leaving Chrissy to readjust her hair and makeup for the tenth time in the fifteen minute drive to get out to Lover’s Lake.

Filing out of the van one at a time, everyone slaps an Abe Lincoln into Eddie’s upturned palm. When it’s your turn he quickly closes his hand and you give him an annoyed look.

A look of concern colors his brow as he peers into your face, “Are you seriously dating Chrissy’s brother?”

Turning your lip up in defense, you scowl at the accusation, “so what if I was?” You gonna run and tell Kev about it?”

Eddie didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Eyeball’s fury, having seen for himself how Eyeball could fight the biggest of assholes at the Hideout, and he damn sure as hell didn’t want to see you on that end either. “Nah,” he chides, pocketing the bills into his chain wallet and standing with his hands on his hips, chest out, “what the hell do you think I am some shithead narc? I just didn’t think that you’re old enough to date.”

Snarling a grin and pushing his shoulder you answer sarcastically, “Are you my mother? Stop smoking Munson, you’re turning into a softie.” Traipsing past him you quickly run inside to find your friends, feet crunching on the gravel.

What the hell got into him?

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The party is buzzing and so are you, two drinks in and a hit from Jonathan’s blunt and you’re dancing with Max, El and Will around the living room.

Tears flood Will’s eyes but he won’t say what’s wrong. Lately when he drank, he always seemed to get a little gloomy and dark. Whatever was bothering you he’d never tell, just going on about how it’s not fair. Only for the next day to claim he didn’t remember.

In a blurring spin from El’s outstretched hand, you can make out Steve Harrington. His tongue was wrapped around some blonde girl’s throat. Hands cupping her ass like she might float away. He wore his sunglasses in the house pretending like he really was fit to be “King”.

King Douche of Hairspray Island

Nancy and Jonathan are whispering close together slow dancing to a song no one can hear but them. Her stylish hair and clothes always fit her like she was straight from a Gap catalog.

Eyeing you, she waves and blows you a kiss. One you pocket and blow back. You’ve come to know Nancy quite well this last school year. Being one of your best friend's older sister’s she was cool and grown up.

Showing Max, El and yourself the proper way to wear makeup without looking like a cheap tramp.

“I don’t care if it is popular, blue is not a shade for anyone’s eyes.” Her makeup lessons earned an eye roll from Max, but you and El took special interest in it.

Collapsing onto the couch after Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ended; Will, Max and El all fall into a fit of giggles, you are breathless and your legs feel like freeze pops before they’re frozen. Being drunk and spinning around wasn’t the best of combinations but it was a blast.

A wayward glance towards the makeshift poker table in the small kitchen has Will wiping his eyes, rushing to the bathroom, excusing himself with a rushed “gotta pee.”

Finishing the last swallows of a lone beer sitting atop the barely standing coffee table, Max tosses the empty can behind her and leans forward, turning her head towards your direction, her eyes squinting into a serious glare, “you really gonna date that weasel dick Chad Cunningham?”

El’s face lights with devilish delight and you roll your eyes. Chad Cunningham was in your grade, and more popular than anyone you hung out with. Exceptionally good at sports and school, he was a dreamboat for any girl to set sail with. A future of wealth and riches lying at your feet. And he had been laying on his advances thick.

Plucking a cigarette from the crumbled pack in your shirt pocket, you offer the redhead a drag after taking a long inhale.

“Jesus,” you breathe through a cloud of smoke, “I swear I’m gonna kill Lucas.”

Max only laughs, poking your ribs with a slight jab of her unpainted fingernail, red from a picked stubborn hangnail, “Lucas couldn’t keep a secret if someone paid him too.”

Lucas and Chad played on the same baseball team, and it was he who said he would put in a good word to you for Chad. Apparently they were talking about more than just batting averages at practice.

Stealing the cigarette from your mouth, Max slots it between her own chapped lips, inhaling and blowing the smoke upwards as she falls back into the couch.

Lighting another cigarette, you listen to Max’s scoffing noises as Eddie runs through the living room, shirt off wearing cutoff denim shorts and boots, a screaming Chrissy over his shoulder as he trots towards the dock. Her high pitched whines are faint as there are two splashes into the lake, one after another.

“We’ve talked on the phone once, maybe twice,” you offer the small information as a gift, waiting for your two best friends to pull the pink satin bow and open it revealing the secret surprise. “Just lucky my mom didn’t get to the phone before I did.”

“No shit,” El hums around a can of Pabst, a wicked smile evident on her lips, “so what did he say?!”

The three of you dive into a giggly drunk conversation about boys, laughing at how awkward they were, how dumb they could be, ending the conversation still unsure whether or not you would give in to Chad’s charm. He was cute after all.

He wasn’t like you, while your family wasn’t poor, Chad’s family was extremely wealthy. They were all matching outfits for family pictures and lately your parents were gone more than they were home. Hushed whispers and teary eyes from your mother.

You didn’t know what was going on, maybe they would be getting a divorce? Maybe you’d be like Max and live in the trailer park after whichever parent decided to stay in Hawkins. Between the choice of living with your mom or dad, you’d rather sleep in a dog kennel.

Of all the girls in the school, Chad had chosen you. The sleepless nights on the phone were nothing but sweet talk. Telling you how pretty you were, calling you honey bun, how he couldn’t get you out of his head. Teasing him and telling him he was crazy, his flirting only deepened. Creating a pocket of desire and questions of what if? burrowed deep into your skin. Warming your heart with each peel of his words cozying inside of it.

He even left flowers on your window sill in the middle of the night so you could wake up to the smell of wildflowers drying in the growing sun of the dewy morning.

He was a charmer. And he’d charmed you right to a fit of heated cheeks and butterfly stomach aches.

When you saw Chrissy’s blonde hair in Eddie’s van you almost expected to see him in the back. Stomach sinking when he wasn’t stuffed into the grungy van.

Last night he made you promise to call when you were done hanging out with your friends. A promise you weren’t sure if you would keep or not.

El slinked from the couch and joined Mike and the rest of the boys playing their drunken hands at poker. Losing every cent of allowance and weeks worth of mowing yards in Hawkins to Steve and a piss drunk Tommy.

Max and Lucas were wrestling on the floor now, his deep skin turning a violent shade of purple only seen on plums from Max having him in a headlock, making him swear to stop calling her Pippy due to her choice of hairstyle.

The scent of murky lake water infused with green algae and harsh whiskey fogged your brain, tiny droplets of water slid down your cheeks, making you question how many beers you actually had. Putting your head on the cushion and looking back revealed Eddie, standing behind you in all his stupidity and brainless head banging to Heaven and Hell. One hand clutched around a bottle of Jack Daniels by the neck, his rings clacking loudly around the glass, the other pinched a fat joint. One wet boot on the back of the couch.

“Trailer Park run out of water again?” you spit, making a show of wiping your face with the back of your hand and sitting farther away from the metal head menace. Kev’s friend or not, Eddie was a special kind of jackass. Loud, ruthless, a real mother fucker, but come hell or high water, he was loyal to his friends. But shit, even an old porch dog is.

Eddie made a voice and chuckled deep, taking a large inhale from the joint, the paper crinkling against the orange burnt end. Blowing big O’s around your face, he merely grins, “you’re too kind to me little T,” he gathers his hair and wrings it out over your head, leaping over the back of the couch landing next to you with a sopping squelch sound of wet denim slapping against polyester, “better ease up on that sweetness or someone might think you’re not made of piss and vinegar.”

Kicking him away from you he only laughs harder ow stop you’re hurting me ow, he breaks out through choked laughs at your attempt to throw him off the couch.

When you have him pinned against the arm rest, your dirty white converse pressed into the slab of graffitied alabaster that makes up his back, he gently grabs your ankle and tosses your feet off of him in a swift throw.

Crossing your arms in a stubborn fashion you deliver one more kick into his side before retreating your legs in a pretzel beneath you, taking the joint from his outstretched hand as a peace offering. Hard to deliver kicks when your feet felt like they were stuck in brownie batter thick mud.

After a few hits, droopy eyes, and Eddie’s dripping curls down his back and onto the woven beige fabric of Rick’s couch, Eddie lets out a loud sigh, taking a pull from the whiskey bottle he still was nursing.

“Thought Eyeball was supposed to come home this summer?”

The question is more of a statement from Eddie as you lazily shrug your shoulders and find intense concentration on the frayed edges of your shorts. Fingers rolling the edges until the fabric is warm and sweaty.

“Dunno, precious Kev hasn’t said much since he went out East, nobody has.”

“Ohh c’mon,” Eddies velvet voice hums deep through his high, eyes barely open, “your rents aren’t that bad.”

Blowing hot breath through your lips you mimic a balloon, giggling at the way your lips feel with each wiggly vibration against your them. “Next. I’m not talking about my feelings with you when you’re higher than Willie fuckin’ Nelson.”

“Rocky Mountain High,” Eddie grins, tipping the neck or the Jack Daniel’s bottle to his lips.

Heckling him you correct, “That’s… John Denver …dumbass— ,” a yawn escapes your mouth, brain functioning on low as the high creeps into your brain, an unannounced nap knocking on your eyelids.

The couch dips with Eddie’s weight as he reaches for a blanket and tosses it to you, “Kid, I don’t know how you and Eyeball are related,” he presses, laughing at the way your eyes heavily blink back at him, “you can’t hang.”

The slowest fuck you rolls of your tongue, the living room fading in your vision you can almost taste the insult rolling around your mouth.

His idle smile falls into a frown, eyebrows pulled inward, eyes looking over your head you train your eyes to follow his gaze.

The noise of Chrissy’s bubbly giggle as she emerges from Rick’s bedroom, catches your attention. She’s wearing a pair of his boxers and a worn heather gray shirt, faded kelly green writing reading, Hawkins Athletic Dept 1980. Her eyes are twinkling with each murmur from Rick’s slack mouth, bent low to her ear, neither of them seeing Eddie sitting on the couch.

Stepping into the low hanging lights in the living room, Rick quickly gestures to Chrissy’s nose and she hastily wipes at it with the back of her hand.

You knew very little of Chrissy other than her family lived on the golf course in a lavish house with a perfectly manicured yard. One boy, one girl, perfect cookie cutter JC Penney catalog assholes.

Last year, you, Dustin and Mike threw three dozen perfectly shaped, white eggs at their front door on Halloween. While Will and Lucas rang the doorbell and Max lit the brown papered sack filled to the brim of Forest Hills Trailer Park’s finest dog shit.

There were wanted ads in the Hawkins Post for weeks about any known whereabouts of the “hoodlums” who defaced private property.

And Joyce Byers stood her ground on not knowing anything when Chief Hopper begrudgingly stomped his way from his police cruiser to the lonely woman’s door. Nevermind her receipt from Bradley’s Big Buys that was identical to what was used in the Halloween crimes of 1984.

It truly was a mystery.

Chrissy didn’t talk to you or any of your friends when you all hung out with Eddie and that was perfectly fine with you, she seemed on edge and would scowl anytime Eddie wasn’t paying her attention or waiting on her hand and foot. At the very least she looked to be in desperate need to fucking relax.

Her wide pupils scan the living room and stop on Eddie. The innocence of Bambi struck the blues in her eyes.

The couch shifts as Eddie stands on firm boots and makes his way to Rick and Chrissy. And before you can crane your neck to hear the conversation, Dustin throws himself down beside you, grabbing the blanket in a yank.

“Pretty sure I’ve figured out the physics of the beer bong,” he says as he flips your legs on his lap.

Before long your eyelids have taken the shape of sandbags and you’re fast asleep. Left on the couch after Dustin’s lengthy explanation of the correct number of breaths taken before the beer bong rendered you to a peaceful dream state.

When you wake by being lightly shaken by a sober-looking Eddie, his warm dark eyes swim with anger and look too wet, and his smile doesn’t match his eyes, “let’s go, kid,” he looks around wildly, on edge, “you’re drunker than a skunk— it’s time to go.”

You’re incoherent as you try to stand, a dizzy spell capturing you in a wave and you feel like you're underwater. Looking around you don’t recognize anyone but Eddie. Rick’s is packed with faces you don’t know.

Not wanting to be there for another second, Eddie grabs your wrist, squats low in front of you and throws your arms around his neck. He wraps the smooth crook of his elbows into the back of your knees, wearing you like a drunk backpack.

A piggy back ride that left your face in the curly, tangled tufts of his drying hair, the tang of weed and lake water stinging your nose as you bury your chin into his shoulder.

A cool blanket is on you when you open your eyes and become a little more alert. You’re in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, a cigarette hangs limply from his lips as he’s muttering something to himself. It’s dark, and no music is playing. An odd thing for him.

A quick glance around and you see that no one else is with you. A street lamp shines through the windows and you can see Eddie’s knuckles are painted with a deepened glossy red substance.

“Eddie?”

He doesn’t hear you immediately so you repeat his name. His head turns sharp towards you and the blazed look of rage emits from his face. If it were a look from anyone else you’d be terrified. He quickly softens his eyes.

“Everyone’s at Steve’s,” he says quickly, “the kids, Nancy, Jonathan.. we’re heading there—that cool?”

Confused but unable to concentrate a single thought on why the fuck Eddie would be taking you to Steve mop head Harrington’s house, you nod in agreeance. Fighting sleep but losing.

“.. okay okay okay! Explain to me again what the hell happened, I was helping Lucas get Max in my car when it went down.”

“Ouch! Jesus Chr—“

“Sorry!”

“.. they were eyeing her man, all of them! — it was— fuck!”

*glass breaks against a wall*

“Who Chrissy?”

“No, Tooty!”

“Oh my God.. Munson. Who were they?!”

“I don’t know man, I’ve— I’ve never seen them before… fuck this I’m going back there— gonna snap their fucking necks!”

“Stop, this needs to get cleaned or it’ll get infected!”

“Henderson, weren't you sitting by her? Where the hell were you?!.”

“I was Steve! fuck— I just had take a piss, I was gone for like 2 minutes and then I heard the yelling…”

“Christ! Did they touch her?!”

“No,” a tearful voice warbles, “Eddie knocked out that big fucker and the rest of them backed off.”

“I fucking swear to God— Harrington, I will slit their throats if I see them again!”

“I know dude I know, me too.”

“She’s asleep. Max and El are staying with her in the guest room upstairs, I think we should all get some sleep it’s fucking 3 in the morning.”

“Nope, all due respect Wheeler— I can’t.”

“Ed—”

“Fuck! I won’t go back there, alright? But I can’t just lay down and go to bed— not after this..”

The weary eyed stubborn watchdog waits til dawn, aching back from the wall he’s propped up against and bruised knuckles sting with tightness. Flipping the steel end of an old pocket knife open and closed.

Steve stayed up with him for a while, a bat with nails protruding from every which way in a death grip in his fist.

Eddie didn’t think he actually was all that bad, underneath all that hairspray he could tell he’s a genuine person— lost on the surface of money, name brand clothes and expensive cologne.

The two of them made a pact that night that the kids would be protected at all costs, two guardians in the halls for them in high school in the fall. The jock dickheads who crashed Rick’s party amongst them, but the threat behind Eddie’s fist evident in the broken jaw of the football captain behemoth. No longer able to to take the Tigers to a state championship or try to have his way with a younger drunk girl at a party.

Both Eddie and Steve decide that in the morning if you didn’t remember what happened— it would die there, a protective secret amongst new friends.

🧡

see you in volume xi

[todorokis-girl]

Kiss-Proof and Bokuto-Approved - Bokuto x influencer Reader

During a live review of a new transfer-proof lipstick, Y/N's boyfriend Bokuto Kotaro makes a surprise appearance, fresh out of the shower. His casual kiss not only proves the product's effectiveness but also sends the comment section into a frenzy and helps the product sell out within minutes. Watch the adorable moment that has everyone talking!

Based on this post

Requests are OPEN!

Masterlist

You adjust the camera on your desk, ensuring the angle is perfect. The ring light casts a soft glow, illuminating your face as you hold up the lip product for your viewers.

"So, I just applied this new transfer-proof lipstick," you announce, your excitement palpable. You press your lips to the back of your hand, displaying the flawless lack of smudging. "Look! No transfer!!"

Just then, Bokuto Kotaro walks past, fresh out of the shower. Droplets of water still cling to his hair, his cheeks flushed from the steam. He's wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, his black shirt casually thrown over his shoulder, leaving his chiseled abs and biceps on full display.

"Bokuto! Look at this!" you call out excitedly, waving him over.

He stops in his tracks, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. With a curious smile, he makes his way over to you, his damp hair slightly tousled. "Hey, babe. What's up?" he asks, peering at the camera.

"I just tried this new lipstick, and it doesn't transfer at all! See?" You press your lips to the back of your hand again, showing him the proof.

Bokuto's eyes widen in genuine amazement. "Whoa, that's awesome!" He leans in closer to get a better look, his curiosity piqued. "Mind if I test it out?"

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft but lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth and the familiar taste of him make your heart skip a beat. The kiss is brief but affectionate, leaving you momentarily flustered. He then examines his reflection in your camera, his expression one of genuine interest.

"Yeah, no transfer. Really cool, babe," he says with a grin. He turns back to you, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You're really good at this, you know."

You can't help but smile at his sincerity. "Thanks, Ko. You're the best."

Bokuto glances at the camera again, seemingly noticing it for the first time. "Oh, are you live right now?" he asks, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Yeah," you reply, laughing softly. "And I think our viewers are enjoying the show."

The comment section of your live stream is exploding with excitement.

"Omg, did you see that?!"

"That kiss!!! 😍"

"Bokuto is so hot!!!"

"The product is already sold out?!"

Bokuto glances at the comments, his eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa, they're really going crazy, huh?"

You nod, still chuckling. "Yep. You definitely made an impression."

He scratches the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "Well, I'm glad you like the lipstick, babe. And I'm glad your fans do too."

With that, he gives you one last affectionate squeeze before heading off to the living room, his damp hair bouncing slightly with each step. You watch him go, a fond smile on your face, before turning back to the camera.

"Well, there you have it, guys," you say with a chuckle. "Not only is this lipstick transfer-proof, but it’s also Bokuto-approved!"

[holdinonto-heartache]

Got a Light?

Summary: You and Louis meet at the bar, well over a lighter outside, but the party continues inside before it ends back at his house.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, cigarette smoking, oral (both), hair pulling, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, just absolutely filthy

Not a request / not edited

Your lights clicks and gives spark, but no flame, "Fucking hell." You sigh and drop your lighter into your purse.

You look around, on the hunt for a lighter, and your eyes land on him.

You keep your cigarette between your pointer and middle finger and walk up to him. He does a double take before turning to you fully, "Hello."

You smile and tilt your head, "Hi." You hold up your hand, "You don't happen to have a lighter do you? Mine died and I really need this."

You hold up your hand that's holding the cigarette and he chuckles with a nod and reaches into the chest pocket of his jean jacket, "Here ya go." He reaches his arm out and flicks the lighter on.

He watches as you put the cigarette between your lipstick-faded lips and lean in to take a drag.

You lean back and take the cigarette from your lips, smiling at him as you exhale the smoke, "Thank you so much."

He nods, "Anytime." He holds out the lighter and you give him a confused look as you take another drag.

"Keep it. I've got plenty." He winks and you smile as you take it, "Thank you. Again"

He stares at you for a few seconds, "I'm Louis."

"Y/N." You bring the cigarette to your lips and Louis steps closer, "So, y/n. Are you coming or going?"

You shrug, "I was coming, but then my friends ditched me so now I'm kinda stuck on what to do.

He rolls his eyes, "Fuckin idiots. I'm sorry, love. Do you need a lift home?"

You look at him and smile, "Are you coming or going?"

He smirks and tilts his head as he shrugs, "I'm doing whatever you're doing." He flicks his cigarette into the street and exhales the smoke before turning towards you, "That is, if you're okay with that."

"You gave me a lighter, of course I'm okay with that."

He smirks, "Alright then."

You take the last drag before flicking it into the street with his, "Ready?"

"Ready."

You make your way back into the club with Louis by your side. You make your way back to the bar, "What are ya havin, love?" Louis leans in and yells over the music.

"I'll have whatever you're having." You say back, "Surprise me."

"Two vodka Red Bulls, please." Louis orders his drinks and looks over at you, "That okay?" You nod with a smile, "That's actually my drink of choice, too."

His mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen, "Shut the fuck up. No way."

You nod again and laugh, "Yes way."

He taps his fist against the bar, "Look at that. We're meant to be."

——

Five vodka Red Bulls later and it sure seems that way.

You and Louis are perfect together.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says into your ear, "Your dress is fucking.. fuck." He pulls your hips closer to him, "Where the fuck have you been all my life?"

You turn around to face him and he puts his leg between yours. You grind to the beat of the song as you stare up at him, "Asking myself that too."

He smiles and shakes his head, "Come here." He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into kiss him. Your hands grip his shirt, whimpering against his lips.

You needed him.

"Please."

He leans back and chuckles, "Mm. Eager little one, ain't cha.." he leans in, "I like you."

You bite your lip, "I think.." you press your fingers to his lips, "we need a cigarette."

He laughs and keeps his eyes on you as you grab his hand and pull him out. He grabs his jacket off of the back of the chair and out the door you guys go.

"Mm. Nope." Louis grabs your hand and pulls you to him, "Here." He puts the unlit cigarette between his lips and lays his jacket over your shoulders.

You smile and lose your balance as you look at him, tripping backwards. Louis catches you, "Whoa. Fuck. Hey now." He wraps his arm around your waste and looks down at you, "Ya alright there, darlin'?"

You giggle and bring the cigarette up to your lips, "Mhm." He smiles after taking his own from his lips, "Now hold still."

He raises his eyebrows as he flicks the lighter on. Your eyes focus on the flame as he gives you a light.

You take a drag and remove it from your lips, exhaling the smoke with a sigh, "You have really pretty eyes, Louis." You tilt your head and look into them, "You know that?"

He smiles and you can tell he's getting shy, "Thank you, y/n." He takes another drag and smirks when he realizes you're still staring at him.

"Fuck." He smiles with a cute laugh.

"You're so pretty." You run your fingers up his neck and he tilts his head, chuckling, "You're very pretty to look at too.. but you know what?"

You take the last drag of your cigarette before flicking it and tilt your head, "Hmm?" You blow out the smoke and Louis leans in, "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."

You grip his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, "Don't say things you don't mean."

His head snaps towards you and he grips your waist, "Who fuckin' said I didn't mean it? Because I do." He backs you up against the wall, "You are the most.." he tilts his head, "You know.."

You slip your hand under his shirt and rest your head against the brick, "Tell me."

His eyes move from your lips back up to your eyes a few times fast before he leans in and presses his lips to yours, mumbling against your lips, "I used to never believe in that love at first sight bullshit.."

He leans back and brushes hair from your face, " But now I think I do."

You smile big and pull him in, "Let's go."

——

You and Louis stumble through the door of his close by apartment, hands roaming each other's newly found territory.

"You're such a fuckin' beauty." He grabs your face with his hands, examining just how much a beauty you actually are.

"I want..." you lick your lips and rest your cheek into his hand, "You to use me in anyway you want."

He's slightly taken aback for a moment, but doesn't deny, "If I hurt you, tell me, yeah?"

You nod, "Got it."

He lifts you up, pulling your dress up over your ass as he walks you to the couch, "Got me achin', babe." He sits down and you instantly lean in and kiss him, knocking his hat off his head as you run your hands up his hair.

He tilts his head to the side as you kiss down his neck. A throaty moan quietly escapes his lips as you leave a mark, "Shit."

His hand slides up your back, tangling around your hair. He gives your head a gently yank and tilts your head to look at him.

"Can I suck your cock?" You ask innocently, and that drives Louis wild. He smirks and nods, "You read my mind, babe."

You shuffle off of him, getting onto your knees in front of him. You slide your hands up the top of his thighs to the top of his pants. His eyes stay on your face as you shrug them down.

"So big." You whisper as you pull his cock from his boxers. You hum slightly as your eyes move up to his and you lean forward to lick up the underside of his cock.

His gasps slightly and tilts his head back as his hand goes to your head, "Fuck."

He look down at you, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, "Even more gorgeous than I imagined."

You smile and spit before slowly taking half of him in. You hallow out your cheeks and Louis groans, "Fu-" he gasps as you take him in fully, surprising both of you.

You gag around him slightly as he holds your head down. He rubs his thumb against your head a few times before pulling your head up by your hair.

"I want to see your makeup running down your face."

You nod and take a deep breath as you prepare to have him in your throat again, "You're so fuckin good at this."

He enters your throat again, moaning as he slowly thrusts upward while holding your head, "doing so good.." he sighs, "So fucking good."

Squelching fills your ears as he thrusts his hips upward. You feel the tears well up in your eyes, burning once it mixes with your mascara.

"Shit." He pulls you off and cups your cheeks, "So vulnerable, I love it."

You smile, still breathing heavy and he nods, "Come on." He helps you to your feet and throws you over his shoulder.

You press your hands to his back, pushing yourself up so you're not hanging down. He slides you down the front of him and gently tosses you down onto his bed.

"Take your dress off, babe. Need to see all of you." Louis smirks and steps back, to take his shirt off.

You move to get your dress off, quickly but elegantly and Louis is on you before your dress hits the floor.

His face is pressed in the valley between your boobs, leaving little kisses as he moves down. You start breathing faster as he kisses down your stomach.

Louis grips the think straps on your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift them so he can pull them off your feet.

Louis kisses from your ankles and up the inside of your legs, and just as he's about to reach where you need him most, his eyes move up to yours, "You've got a beautiful pussy."

Your heart skips a beat and you say without any hesitation, "Probably tastes better, too."

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, "Mm." He spreads your folds apart with his pointer and middle fingers, using his other hand to hold up your leg.

He examines just how wet you are before dipping his head in and slipping his tongue inside.

You lay your hand on the back of his head and gasp as the same time, "Louis." You breathe out as you squeeze your eyes shut, "Fuck."

His hands slip under your thighs, hooking his arms them. He allows you to push his head into you as you move your hips up and down, moaning.

"Fffuck." You drag out, "Yes, yes." You tilt your head back and dig your heels into his back.

You've never came this fast with anyone before.

Your back arches off the bed and you tangle his hair around your fingers, pulling as you clench around his tongue.

He drops a hand down and presses his fingers to your clit, giving a slight back and forth motion which is exactly what you needed because he has you like putty in the palm of his hand.

You whine out, "fuck, yes yes." You look down at him, face scrunched up as you cum on his tongue, "Louis."

You whimper as you ease your grip on his hair and he brings his head up, "You cum already?" He sounds surprised, "Such a good fuckin girl."

He crawls up, bringing his lips to yours. You lay your hands on the side of his head and moan as soon as his tongue delivers the taste of yourself.

"You like tasting yourself, baby? Hmm?" He nudges his nose against your cheek, "You're such a dirty fucking girl."

You smile up at him, laying a finger on his lips, "I've never came that fast with anyone, Louis."

He raises his eyebrows quick and smirks, "Guess we really are meant to be." He winks and reaches down to push your leg up while his other holds up his weight.

He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your soaked cunt before eagerly slipping in. His hand slaps onto your thigh, digging his finger tips in as he groans, "Fuck, baby girl."

Your eyes roll back and you moan at the feeling of him stretching you, and his choice of words.

You loved him, even if it was just the alcohol talking.

"So good." You pant out with a whimper, "fuck me please."

He leans down, resting his forehead on yours as he pulls out slowly and re-enters you, "I wanna just feel you first." He lets his cock rest inside of you, "You feel so good."

His voice is low, raspy and very, very sexy.

"You make me feel so good." You drag you nails down his chest, "wanna ride you." You move your hips and look up at him.

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn't, he just leans down and kisses you before moving to sit against the wall on the bed.

He holds his hands out and you smile and move to straddle him. Nothing else is said until his cock his back inside of you.

You both gasp in unison, pulling each other as close as you can, "I don't know.." he starts out saying in between kissing you, "If it's the alcohol.. or.. what.. but.."

"I love you." You cut him off and he freezes.

Oh fuck. Was that the wrong thing to say?

He starts to chuckle while nodding slightly, "Yeah, yeah.. that."

You lay your hands on his shoulders and drag them down his biceps, gently tracing over his scar as you do, "I think.. we go with the flow.." you lean in close to him, "And see if we still feel like this when we wake up."

He wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, "Fair enough." He smirks and tilts his head,  "Now where were we?"

You lean in, finding a rhythm with his lips as you start to bounce on his cock. Another orgasm slowly creeping up on you, "Close." You mumble out, "So close."

Louis kisses down the front of your neck and moans as he rests his head on you, "Taking my cock so well, babe. Keep going."

You whimper in response, focusing on keeping your rhythm steady.

"L-Louis." You moan and tilt your head down, his lips finding yours instantly.

His fingertips dig into your skin as you clench around him, "Where.. where do you want me to cum?" He moans into your neck and slides a hand down to your ass, squeezing it hard.

"In me."

"In you? Fuck. Alright." He leans forward with a smile and lays you back on the bed. He starts to thrust, hard and fast while he holds onto your left leg.

You arch your back and squeeze his cock, moaning as you finally come undone.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, emptying himself completely.

"Oh fuck." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he looks down at you, "You're incredible."

You bite your lip and gasp quietly as he pulls his now semi-soft cock out of your leaking cunt. You smile up at him, "No.. you're incredible."

He tosses you a clean towel and laughs, "I really do like you, y/n."

You clean up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like you, Louis. A lot."

He smiles and leans into kiss you, and it's this moment you remembered that you have mascara smudged all over, "Oh no." You lean back and try and wipe it off but he stops you.

"You look beautiful like this, a mess.. for me.."

You bite your lips and interlock your fingers with his, "you may as well just come in here with me."

——

Just a quick oneshot  Hope you enjoyed!

[moonythejedi394]

shh don't cry. new supernatural/stucky crossover snippet from yours truly.

Bucky flips to another page in his notebook as he steps up to the next apartment, last one on the ground floor and the last place for him to check. He’d had nothing but dead ends so far and had little hope for useful information when he knocked on 1G.

“Hi, my name’s Agent Bonham, FBI,” Bucky says without looking up, “would you –”

“Bucky?”

Bucky now looks up, startled. He’s suddenly staring right into the face of one shocked Steve Rogers.

“Steve,” Bucky whispers.

“You – You have a beard,” Steve says quietly. “And long hair –… Bucky, you look like a hobo in a suit.”

“Gee, thanks,” Bucky answers sarcastically, “that’s real sweet of you to say, Stevie.”

“And you’re… bigger,” Steve adds, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you saying I got fat?” Bucky asks, narrowing his eyes.

“No,” Steve answers, raising both eyebrows as his gaze drifts down.

“Uh?” Bucky says unsuredly.

“Since when have you been an FBI agent?” Steve asks, looking up again. “And why are you calling yourself Bonham?”

“It’s… complicated,” Bucky says. 

“You’re impersonating an FBI agent, aren’t you?” Steve asks. 

“I could’ve joined the FBI in the last eight years,” Bucky says.

“Then you’d be wearing loafers,” Steve points out with a flick of his eyebrows. “Not your twenty-eight-year-old military steel-toed boots.”

Bucky looks down. He is wearing twenty-eight-year-old boots.

“You haven’t been taking good care of them, either,” Steve quips, “since I can still see lipstick on the left one in addition to all that duct tape.”

Bucky jerks his left boot up. His jaw drops when he sees the smear of red near the toe. Nobody’s blown his boots since Steve, which means the color has been there for eight years and five months. How had that managed to cling on for eight years? He thought long-lasting color was just lipstick that dried matte. Had he really let his boots go that badly?

“Just typical,” Steve says.

“Whoa, what’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky asks.

“You, lying,” Steve says. “You haven’t changed.”

Bucky grits his jaw and looks around, wanting to say that he’s never lied to Steve unless it was to protect him, but Steve just won’t believe him again.

“Listen, I’m working on a kidnapping case,” Bucky says so his heartbreak won’t escape the bottle he’s jammed it into. “Two kids were taken from this building. Do you know anything?”

“No,” Steve says, then goes to shut the door.

“Seriously, anything?” Bucky asks, pushing the door back open. “Maybe you heard odd noises at night, felt like somebody was watching you?”

“No!” Steve snaps. “Goodbye!”

“Dad, who’s that?” a child’s voice calls.

“It’s nobody, sweetie!” Steve says over his shoulder, but too late, there’s a little boy walking into the hallway and into Bucky’s line of sight. 

Bucky’s eyes zero in on the cleft in the boy’s chin, then how his eyes are an icy blue nearly gray, his hair a brown so dark it’s almost black. He feels eeriely like he’s looking into a mirror, just one that took forty or so years off his face. He lifts a finger dumbly, pointing at the boy.

“Who’s that?” the little boy asks.

“Just a policeman,” Steve says. “He’s just leaving,” he adds, glaring at Bucky.

The kid shrugs and walks away.

“Uh,” Bucky says roughly. “You’re – You’re a dad now.”

“Well spotted,” Steve retorts.

“Right,” Bucky mutters through a tight throat, almost leaning to the side to peer deeper into the apartment. “Um. He’s – He’s cute.”

“And you’re still here,” Steve retorts.

“So – so – so is – is his other dad around?” Bucky asks, gesturing his pen with his gloved left hand vaguely.

“No,” Steve drawls as he crosses his arms under his chest, which is bustier than Bucky remembers seeing it. “No, his other dad is not around, Bucky.”

“Right,” Bucky mutters again, looking rapidly away from Steve’s chest. “How – how old is he, exactly?”

“Seven,” Steve answers, flicking his eyebrows up.

“When’s his birthday?” Bucky asks, starting to panic.

“December twentieth, 2001,” Steve says calmly.

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky whispers again. 

They’d broken up in April of that year. Between April and December was eight months.

“You – you had a rebound, right?” Bucky says, not sure what he wants the answer to be.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Steve dryly.

“Stevie?” Bucky says quietly. “Is that my kid?”

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans, homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More info about the tournament here!

Lyrics for the songs under the cut <3

Write in the tags your interpretations or propaganda for a specific song! Tags will be used to decide what songs may be saved if there are extra slots in the next round!

The Moment I Knew lyrics

You should've been there

Should've burst through the door

With that "Baby, I'm right here" smile

And it would've felt like

A million little shining stars had just aligned

And I would've been so happy

Christmas lights glisten

I've got my eye on the door

Just waiting for you to walk in

But the time is ticking

People ask me how I've been

As I comb back through my memory

How you said you'd be here

You said you'd be here

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all laughing

As I'm looking around the room

But there was one thing missing

And that was the moment I knew

And the hours pass by

Now I just wanna be alone

But your close friends always seem to know

When there's something really wrong

So they follow me down the hall

And there in the bathroom

I try not to fall apart

And the sinking feeling starts

As I say hopelessly

"He said he'd be here"

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all laughing

And asking me about you

But there was one thing missing (Missing)

And that was the moment I knew

What do you say

When tears are streaming down your face

In front of everyone you know?

And what do you do

When the one who means the most to you

Is the one who didn't show?

You should've been here

And I would've been so happy

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all standing around me, singing

"Happy birthday to you"

But there was one thing missing

And that was the moment I knew

Oh-oh-oh

oh-oh-oh-oh, I knew

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You called me later

And said, "I'm sorry I didn't make it"

And I said, "I'm sorry, too"

And that was the moment I knew

The Lucky One lyrics

New to town with a made up name

In the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame

And the camera flashes make it look like a dream

You had it figured out since you were in school

Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

So overnight, you look like a sixties queen

Another name goes up in lights

Like diamonds in the sky

And they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

Yeah, they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

But can you tell me now, you're the lucky one?

Oh, oh, oh

Now, it's big black cars and Riviera views

And your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you

And your secrets end up splashed on the news front page

And they tell you that you're lucky, but you're so confused

'Cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used

And all the young things line up to take your place

Another name goes up in lights

You wonder if you'll make it out alive

And they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

Yeah, they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

But can you tell me now, you're the lucky one?

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

It was a few years later, I showed up here

And they still tell the legend of how you disappeared

How you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere

Chose the rose garden over Madison Square

And it took some time, but I understand it now

'Cause now my name is up in lights

But I think you got it right

Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one

Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one

Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

Yeah, they'll tell you now, you're the lucky one

Let me tell you now, you're the lucky one, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh

[wjhik]

One Time For The Birthday Bitch(Trent Alexander-Arnold)*Smut*

A/N: happy bday to me. (trent edition)

Y/N's POV:

My 25th birthday. It's about damn time. I'm bouncing off the walls right now. My birthday hasn't been the most amazing experience for me. Since I was little, anything that could go wrong went wrong on this day. I have a different feeling about this one. It's my first birthday with Trent. He always makes me feel so special on a daily basis. He took a day off today and has been showering me with affection all day, more than usual might I add. Since I moved to Liverpool for him, he's been giving me all the attention in the world. He knows I sacrificed a lot for him, and he's eternally grateful. Adding onto that sacrifice, I've been really homesick. I moved to a new city and left the little friends I had behind and started a whole new life for him.

Anyways, I'm now sitting at my vanity, getting my hair and makeup done by Gene and Kitty, two ladies Trent has hired for the day. (watched Oppenheimer yesterday these were the first two names I thouhgt of) He doesn't want me to lift a finger on 'my special day', so he calls it. I'm chatting away with the two lovely ladies when Trent walks in the room. "Hey, baby." He gives me a kiss on the head as Kitty walks away to grab a brush or something. "Hey, Trent." I tell him, kissing him. "You look lovely." He says, caressing my back, letting the ladies work. I thank him as he sits down on the bed, flicking through the channels on the T.V. "Soooo, are you going to tell me what were doing tonight?" I ask him. He's been keeping it a secret all week, and it's killing me. "Nope." Hey says contently. I let out some grumbles as he continues denying me.

"Oh my god." I say in shock as the girls show me the complete product. "It looks amazing." I say, getting up to hug and thank them. "You're so welcome, love." They say, hugging back. The girls pack up their tools. I show them to the front door and thank them one last time. I shut the door behind them and sigh heavily. I walk towards the couch where Trent has moved to. I plop down next to him. He extends his arm and allows me to rest in his chest. He looks down at me and says, "Whoa." I look up at him and reply, "Whoa?" With a light laugh. "Just you. Whoa. You look incredible, love." He leans down to kiss my red lips. "Can't wait to ruin you tonight." I immediately feel my cheeks get hot. I hide my face into his chest.

9:00 pm

"We should get going, love." Trent says, lightly squeezing my ass, stopping me from grinding on him any further. We got a little carried away. "Can't we just stay home?" I ask him, kissing on his neck. "I promise, when we get home." He says. I get off him slightly disappointed and walk towards my vanity. I fix my lipstick and hair. I look at myself in the mirror. I feel pretty good right now. I'm wearing a little black and red dress and some black Louboutin heels, decked out in diamonds from head to toe. I see Trent behind me in the reflection. He wraps his arms round my waist and gives me a kiss on my neck.

My shoes were discarded, very carefully might I add, a long time ago. Trent and I have been dancing for ages and I finally decided to go sit down with our friends. Trent flew the all out from my hometown just for my birthday. He said that the last thing he would want was me being lonely on 'my day'. "Looks like you and Trent were having fun." Jocelyn says, raising her eyebrows at me, referring to the very promiscuous dancing Trent and I were doing. "Hey! It's my birthday. Leave me be." I say, slurring my words. I have had about 10 too many drinks. My drunken state is very obvious to everyone. I'm not normally one for partying too hard, but you'll only be 25 once. Might as well live it up. Trent is not nearly as drunk as I am, however he's decided to let loose too.

"Trent!!! Come over here." I say, stumbling over to him sitting at the bar with a few of his boys. I grab his arm and drag him over to where I was. "Wanna try weed??" I ask him, handing him a blunt we were sharing. At this point, I was long gone. "Are you sure? Is it safe?" Trent asks, holding the foreign object. I know he hasn't done it before, but it'll be fun. I'm not going to pressure him though. "Hey. It's fine, but if you don't want to, you don't have to." I try to reassure him silently, but my intoxicated state makes it increasingly difficult. Trent takes the blunt from my hand and takes a hit. He doesn't feel anything so he decides to take another. And another. And one more. "Whoa, whoa! Trent, that's going to hit you hard." Micah says to him. "I can't even feel i- whoaaaa." Trent gets taken back very quickly. "I told you it's good." I tell him, taking another hit myself. At this point Trent is struggling to keep his head straight.

Trent is now at the DJ booth with the DJ singing "7 Days" By Craig Davis. I can't help but blush at Trent singing at me. Now, is this the weed, alcohol, or just Trent? I have no clue, but I'm going to say it's Trent for the sake of him.

Trent and I are back to grinding on each other on the dance floor. We've already cut, ate, and vomited the obnoxiously big cake Trent got me. It helped with our extremely unsober selves, but then we went right back to drinking, so it was relatively pointless. Trent and I are slowly grinding to whatever song is playing. I'm too drunk to even process it. "We should get out of here. You do owe me." I tell him, referring to our almost quickie. Trent simply grabs me and takes us up to our friends. A few of them already leaving. "We're going to get going." I say to them, giggling  at Trent, making it unbearably obvious why we were leaving. Trent left me to say his goodbyes to his boys while I grab my belongings.

"Fuck, baby. That feel so fucking good!" I moan out loudly, too drunk to be worried. Trent has me tied up on our bed and he's fucking me silly. He has his hands on my hips, pulling me down every now and then. He also has his phone set up, filming us. Bondage and making a sex tape has been a topic of discussion between us for a while, but Trent was always opposed. He was too worried he's be too rough and hurt me, and that the video may possibly get out. Trent, not only being of his drunken state, but also because it's my birthday, finally agreed.

"Who can make you feel like this, love?" He asks me, pounding even harder. "Only you, Trent. Only you can make me feel like this. Oh, fuck. I love you so much." I start rutting nonsense. I feel my orgasm rush over too quick to warn him. I feel my hips buck up into Trent's dick as I cum around him. Trent finishes inside me before hesitating, but realizing how much I love when he cums in me. He grabs his phone and zooms in on my pussy leaking.

Trent's rubbing some lotion onto my wrists where I was straining against the ropes he had me tied with. "You did so well for me, baby. 'M so proud of you." He tells me, kissing me. He's cleaned me up and wiped off my makeup for me. He's cuddling into me and rubbing my head. I can feel sleep take over me as I close my eyes. "I love you." Is the last thing I hear before I doze off into a slumber.

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Wattpad: Funkyfishfeet

[sl-newsie]

Magic Kisses (Robert Fischer x OC) Falling For You Christmas Special

Main Story: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/752219255149330432/falling-for-you-robert-fischer-x-oc?source=share

“Margaret, I’m home! There’s only- Whoa.”

The sound of Robert’s arrival fills my heart with joy. Today’s the day I decided to go on a shopping spree and decorate the ginormous house for Christmas. Given that it’s our first Christmas together I thought some surprises might be in order. I pulled out all the stops! An eight-foot spruce tree, multiple strands of garland, a giant nutcracker, and many many wreaths. I even picked up a festive Christmas tie for Robert, who has not said another word since he entered the house.

“What? Too much?” I ask unconfidently.

“Martha Stewart would be nodding in approval,” Robert grins, still staring at the decor. “Wow. This is… a lot.”

“What decorations do you normally use?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Um, a tree.”

My jaw drops. “That’s it? Oh. Um, I can take some down-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Robert cuts me off and pulls me back. “The house looks beautiful, Margaret.”

I get a cheeky smile. “If you like the decorations you should have seen the oven repairman today.”

Robert snickers. “Oh really?”

“He thought he had the wrong house. I had to tell him this is your house and I’m the one who dressed it up a little.”

Robert gives me a look. “‘A little’ is a steep understatement, darling. But right now-”

“I know, there’s only two hours until the office party,” I fuss and start walking to the bedroom. “I have a dress laid out and some homemade cookies cooling in the kitchen. Let me get freshened up and then we can go. And don’t snatch any cookies! Don’t think I can’t see you.”

I hear Robert groan with impatience and I make an effort to get ready in a hurry. For the Christmas party I’ve chosen a scarlet red dress with a gold bow that ties at the front. Of course decent heels are called for to compensate for my small height. After a quick shower and some light makeup I think I’m all set-

“God, you look gorgeous.”

Of course he couldn’t wait. I turn around to face Robert, who’s staring wide-eyed at my shimmering dress. 

“Like my very own present,” he murmurs, stepping further into the bedroom to admire the dress. “Is this for me or the party guests?”

I roll my eyes and finish applying my blush. “You know the only person I dress to impress is you, sweetheart. I promise you can unwrap me after tonight’s dull event.”

Robert makes a small whining sound and goes to check his reflection in the mirror. 

“You look dashingly handsome,” I affirm, straightening his matching red tie.

Robert turns his head up to look at something on the ceiling. “Quick question. Why are there so many weeds hanging around?”

I follow his gaze to the clumps of mistletoe I’ve hung. Yes, I did go the extra romantic step to hang mistletoe around the house… Rather heavily in the bedroom, but that’s beside the point.

“That’s mistletoe. You know? For kissing?”

“I’ve heard of the custom.” Robert snakes a hand up to play with a strand of my hair. “Is this you hinting that I need to kiss you more often? That can be arranged…”

Before I can object he leans in to start pressing deep kisses all over my face! I sincerely adore his affection but now is not the time!

“Just a sec- Robert!” I try to push him back but he stays persistent. “Robert- You’re going to smudge my lipstick! Wait until after the party-”

“Let them wait,” Robert mumbles between kisses. “Right now I want to kiss the woman I love under the mistletoe, inside the enchanting house she decorated.”

Before I know it we’ve backed up against the bed and in a split second I catch a glimpse at the clock. Oh, curse these inconvenient parties!

“Robert- Robert!” I cup his face to keep him still. “Robert, dear, we really have to go! The party starts in half an hour and as the hosts it’s our job to be punctual.”

The blue-eyed businessman unwillingly pulls away and smoothes out his suit. “Fine. But as soon as the party’s over I’m calling a month-long holiday vacation.” He squeezes my hand. “With you. My lovely fiancée. And no interruptions. How’s that sound?”

“I say that this vacation will start the sooner we get in the car and you stop hugging me for two seconds.” I tug Robert towards the stairs. “Come on. Daniel’s waiting to drive us. If you’re good I’ll let you eat a cookie on the way there.”

I thank my lucky stars that this is only a company party and not a publicity or partnership event. No reporters, no sleazy CEOs trying to charm Robert. Of course I recognize Mr. Browning, Daniel, and a few others. But I’m still getting used to working in the office so I don’t know everyone yet.

“Robert! Glad to see you took a break from all that paperwork!”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Fischer!”

“When can these documents be filed, sir? Should I arrange an appointment after New Year's?”

All of these faces. I know they mean well but now I can see why Robert comes home so worn out sometimes. All the smiling, nodding, looking engaged. It’s the same thing I go through whenever the mob of reporters are around us. Lord, it will only get worse once we make our engagement public.

“Glad to see everything’s running smoothly.” Robert’s godfather walks up and gives us both a kind smile and a wink. “Don’t think I don’t notice the ring, Ms. Chillinger. Congratulations.”

I feel Robert stiffen next to me and we each exchange looks. Well, we can't exactly hide our affections from him but in all honesty I just want to get this over with and get home.

“I won’t keep you. Go and carry on with the party,” Browning utters and pats his godson on the shoulder.

Robert, still thinking of what to say, stares blankly at the banquet table. It is quite a spread but my cookies look to be one of the only homemade pastries. I’ve never been to any high-end office parties but at least the staff decorated the office nicely.

“Is this the marvelous Ms. Chillinger I keep hearing about?” One employee asks with a wide smile.

“Yes! Is this her, Mr. Fischer?” An older woman with kind eyes gushes. “You two work so well together!”

Once again we both have to keep from smiling too much. Even though no one knows we’re engaged they still think we make a good couple. I won't be Ms. Chillinger for much longer. Seeing the employees point out the good in our relationship helps boost my confidence even more. Maybe I won’t be so out-of-place around here after all!

“Mrs. Gale, this is in fact Ms. Chillinger,” Robert attests with a proud gleam in his eye.

“Please, call me Margaret.” I hold out a hand as a kind gesture.

“Oh, doesn’t your dress just look glamorous! You are a lucky man, Mr. Fischer.”

The few older ladies walk away leaving Robert beet-red. I think it’s cute!

“They seem very nice.”

Robert rubs the bridge of his nose. “You have no idea how long they’ve been waiting to set me up with someone. Sorry if this is too embarrassing-”

“Hey, hey.” I steer him behind the fountain away from the partygoers. “We both know these teasings are not the worst things I’ve been dealt. Only a little while longer and then it’s just you and me, Robbie.”

The use of the nickname makes his eyes flutter. “Thanks for putting up with this, sweetheart.”

I kiss the tip of my finger and press it to his cheek. “Thank me afterwards.”

With that we sneak out from behind the fountain and back into the depths of festive socialization.

“Will that be all, sir?” Daniel asks as he pulls into the driveway.

In the backseat it’s been torture trying to keep Robert from pulling me too close. The second we drove away from the office building he tried to kiss me again but I had to stop him from smearing my lipstick.

“Yes, Daniel.” I answer instead since Robert looks too distracted. “Thank you so much, and have a wonderful Christmas! Say hi to Mary for me!”

Daniel gives a wave and drives off. Robert unlocks the door and- Whoa!

“Here we are!” Robert sweeps me up and carries me inside, closing the door with his foot. “I’m starting to see why people look forward to vacations so much.”

I move a strand of hair out of his face. “You mean you’ve never taken a break for Christmas? What did-?” 

I cut myself off before I can go further. Did he do anything special with his father? Is it a sore subject? 

“We, um… My father wasn’t much of a holiday person, as you might guess,” Robert admits as he starts carrying me up the stairs. “That’s why all of this is so… different. It’s a good different! I love it.” He babbles quickly and sets me on the Christmas bedspread. “I love you.”

I smile bashfully and try to ignore how hard my heart is beating as he leans in closer. Robert takes one more look up at the decorative mistletoe and presses a gingerly kiss on my red lips. He tastes like my peppermint cookies. In no time at all my lipstick is all over him but he makes no move to clean it off.

“You know what?”

“What?” I gasp dramatically, finally able to breathe since he’s taking a break from kissing.

Robert smiles warmly and wraps his arms around my waist. “This can be our new Christmas tradition. Magic kisses under enchanted weeds.”

My nose scrunches. “They’re not weeds- Oh!”

He cuts me off with another kiss. “Either way, it’s an excuse for me to kiss you more often. So…” Robert snakes his hands down to my dress’ bow. “Can I unwrap my fiancée now?”

[secretaccountlol]

Exes to lovers with smut

Toxic peter a little bit crashing a date maybe?

Sigh… I got carried away with toxic Peter, sighhh!

So smutty ex to lovers angst you shall get!

18+! No minors!

I’m like the emo fairy godmother :3 enjoy!

Cw: unprotected sexy time, toxic Peter and toxic reader, yelling.

“I have a date with Flash tonight” you chewed your salad as you spoke with your friends.

“You have a date with Flash Thompson?!” You jump slightly, hearing your ex's voice behind you.

“Yes. Do you know him, Peter?” You grit your teeth twisting slightly to see the grimace on his face, not gonna lie it made you feel great.

“Yeah, we went to high school together. He was my bully actually.” Peter stated point blank, you just smiled.

“Awe, well you guess we’re just kids. I’m sure he’s changed.” And with that, you turned back around to face your friends.

You should have taken everyone’s advice to heart when they said ‘don’t date your coworker’ because now Peter basically makes your life hell at the daily bugle. Okay, that was an exaggeration but he definitely made you uncomfortable when you could feel him staring daggers into your soul.

Well, now that you think about you, you technically did take it to heart. You and Peter only started dating once he turned up at your doorstep soaking wet with rain and blood, in his Spider-Man suit. You spent that night keeping him from dying, somehow that made both of you fall for each other. But What was most shocking for you (still is to this day) was finding out the only reason why you're not Jameson's top photographer is because of Peter’s selfies.

Your work friends' giggles knocked you out of your thoughts as you frowned at them with dismay you just simply rolled your eyes, checking your watch.

-

Perfume, check. Purse, check. Phone, check.

You looked in the mirror, cute outfit, check!

You squealed as you read the message Flash sent you, even if the date didn’t turn out at least you’ll get laid.

Flash: I’m outside, ready when you are

Me: alright I’m on my way down.

You let out a puff of air before closing and locking the door.

“Hi, Flash!” You open his door sliding into the seat, flashing an award-winning smile.

“Oh well hello, beautiful.” You giggle as Flash kisses your hand before pulling away from your apartment.

“Hey by any chance, do you know a Peter Parker?” You reapplied your lipstick in the car mirror as you spoke.

“Oh god! ‘‘Puny Parker?’ “ Flash snickered, you glare but you're sure he can’t see it. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?” You pouted.

“Dude, yeah we go way back! Ha, we like wrestling a lot y’know! All in good fun.” Flash grinned.

Yeah.. all in good fun sure, maybe you won’t get laid today.

“Hey, we’re here.” Flash hummed as you looked at the restaurant.

“I’m gonna park, can you go ahead and grab our table? It’s under my name.” Flash states as you hop out of the car.

“Got it you can count on me” you gave him a thumbs up as you walked into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Flash Thompson.”

You hum yourself as you wait for your table to be cleaned, “Outside okay?” Your server asks and you nod as she leads you to the front of the restaurant.

“Thanks for getting the table, now where are we?” Flash sat down in front of you, grabbing his menu.

“Oh we were-“

You felt a gust of wind as a blur of red and blue flashed in front of you, there was no fucking way.

“Whoa?! Is- tha?” You hear a random lady exclaim as you try to close your eyes as tight as you can, he didn’t did he?

“Dude-“ you felt Flash reach to shake your arm. “Spider-Man freakin’ here at the restaurant!” Your eyes open to see Flash's face flush with astonishment.

You turn to see Spider-Man look straight at you, you quickly turn back around, “Babe! Spider-Man comin’ towards us.” You cringe trying to slide deeper into your chair.

“Ma’am?” You hear Peter speak in that bogus voice he puts on for Spider-Man.

“Babe! Babe! He’s talkin’ to you-! Spider-Man is talking to you!” You watched as Flash bounced up in the chair like a child.

“Yeah, I know, Flash.” You groaned, turning to face the oh-so-loveable-Spider-Man. “What do you want, spidey?” You smiled with venom.

“Well, ma’am. I need your assistance with something that cannot be discussed here.” Peter's voice bites back just as hard.

“Well, no can do spidey! I’m on a date, see?” You motioned to Flash’s dumbfounded face.

“No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!” You are seething as Flash turned to Spider-Man.

“Go ahead and take her Spider-Man! I don’t mind.” Flash boasted as you tried not to scream in anger.

“Thank you, kind citizen, I will not forget your sacrifice.” Spider-Man heroically replied as you rolled your eyes into hell.

Peter’s hands suddenly wrapped around your waist shooting a web leaving you screaming as you both flew in the air.

Peter leaned against the outside wall of your apartment as you unlocked the door. You let Nostalgia flow over you as you open your window next to your fire escape for Peter to crawl inside your room, he closes it behind himself.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Peter!” You screamed as he pulled his stupid-ass spider mask off his face.

“You are such a prick! What you just did was-was an abuse of power you know! You are so fucked up for that?! That was my first date in months, Peter!” You jammed your finger into his chest.

“You are such a-a toxic motherfucker you know that, Peter?!” You push him as that aggravating smirk showed on his perfect face.

“Are you done yet?” Peter chuckled, you pushed again.

“No! I’ll be done when I want to be done! You know what Peter Parker? I ha-“

Peter's lips pushed against yours in a searing kiss, his hands on your waist in a crushing grip.

His teeth graze your lip, asking for permission before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You pull away, trying to catch your breath.

“P-Pete- are you crazy?” You could feel yourself getting warm, you walked back attempting to put some distance between you two but failing, Peter was two steps closer with every step you took back.

“You can’t - just kiss me an-and expect me to just fall back into your arms again.” Your legs hit the back of your bed as Parker towered over you.

“Ya, I know that but I can try, can’t I?” Peter’s voice was low, it made you shiver with delight.

“You look pretty today, I mean you always look effortlessly pretty.” His thumb swiped over your lip, you bit him softly making him chuckle.

“I didn’t… intend on crashing your date btw, I just happened to be in the area. And I mean? My childhood bully? That’s a new low.” Peter’s hands rubbed your sides as he spoke.

You bit your lip, “Well, I didn’t know until today.” You let your hands run against the raised fabric of his suit.

“Yet you still went through with it?” Peter did a feigned pout, tapping his finger on your chin.

“Mm, partly because I wanted to get laid and also cus I wanted to irritate the shit outta you like you do to me every day at work.” You smirked.

“Oh well lucky you, you're about to get both wishes granted.” Peter hummed against your lips before capturing them again.

You let his hands explore your dress, his hand stroking the leg in the slit of your dress. “Can I?” His eyes search yours, those warm teddy bear eyes were now a dark void.

“Mm, yes. Zippers in the back.” You try not to giggle as he clumsily feels your back to pull your zipper, he steps back to watch your dress fall.

You watch as he goes slack-jawed as your fallen dress reveals your beautiful intricate lingerie.

It felt like if he touched you right now you’d burst into flames. You watched as his eyes traced the purple and blue flowers that dotted the dark purple bra.

“Matching pair?” Peter questioned.

You hummed in response.

“Barely even covers anything.” He scoffs.

You laugh, “Your turn bug boy” you shift your weight, as he pulls off the rest of his spidey suit.

“And you were gonna let Flash see this? Work of art?” Peter gritted out, throwing his pants somewhere in your room.

You scoff, “Yup.” Peter’s eyes were once again trained on you as he stalked closer again.

“He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve you.” His hands were placed once more on your hips, lips glided down your neck in soft kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, sighing softly in delight. It’s hard to admit, but you missed this, you missed him.

“Oh? And you do?” You teased as Peter came back up for air.

“No.. not really, but I want to.” Peter’s hands held your face softly. You mumble his name as he lays you down, “I missed this” Peter’s fingers picked at your bra straps as he spoke, you lift for him to unclamp your bra.

His hands trace your bare chest, “I missed you.” Peter’s eyes gazed at yours, sometimes it could make you feel so much without words, it overwhelmed you.

“I know..” you muttered, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands trailed down to your panties, toying with the waistband as you nod allowing him to slip into them.

Soft sighs fell from your lips as he draws soft circles on your clit. “You’re so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” Peter chuckled, you smiled “Old habits die hard?” You shrugged, you could feel Pete vibrate with laughter.

“Mm, won’t be able to make smart-ass remarks like that after I’m done with you. “ Peter’s tongue peaked out behind his teeth as he spoke, you felt rip your panties.

“Peter!

His fingers prodded your hole before pushing their way into your hole, you hissed as they entered.

Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit as his pace began to accelerate, your back arched in response,

little sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Say you need me.. say you want me.” Though he was far away from your ears his words were close, soft like cotton.

“Peter..”

“Say it and I’ll make you see stars.”

“Mmhn…” you couldn't muster the words, you knew what it would mean, what it would do to you, to him.

“Peter please-“ your hands grip his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more friction at last he pulls away making you whine.

“Please Peter, I was so close” you whined, “You suck! You know that?” Peter kissed your lips, muffled your frustrations.

You bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his cock out from his boxers. You braced yourself as you felt him poke your entrance before he agonizingly thrust into you. You whimper his name, pushing down on his cock, trying to find some relief.

“Peter, f-faster! “ you feel your eyes getting cloudy as you pout.

“Come on say it..and I’ll let you cum.” Peter’s voice was steady, his kisses gentle, you hated it.

“You- mm- stop it! Stop..Peter you can’t just expect me to take you back! Just like that..” you wailed, Peter's eyes softened, “ I can’t handle it! I can’t handle you.”

“I love you, Peter. I love you too much, that’s why I broke it off. I can’t be with you.” Your tears leak out as you speak.

“Why?” Peter wipes your tears away.

“Why? I'm scared. I’ve never- I’ve never. Felt like this before it’s scary. You’re scary, especially your job spidey.” Your breath quickens as you search his eyes for answers.

“I know, but we’ll- we’ll get through it.” Peter's hands locked with yours, “together.” You sighed, he did it. He pulled you back in, and you let him.

“Okay. But now you have to hold up the end of your deal! Make me cum!” You stuck your tongue out, making Peter giggle.

“Your wish is my command.”

Your legs dug into his back as he clutched your hips

Forcing you to take all his length in one motion.

“Fuck!” Your screams fueled his erratic thrusts as he fucked you into the bed.

“God, you sound so good-“ Peter moaned, “You feel even better..” you let out a broken moan in return, letting your legs go limp allowing him to toy with your clit again.

“Oh-! God..Pe-Peter” Your nails raked his chest as pumped into you, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Stay with me, baby- almost there” Peter’s voice brings you back, you focus on him with hazy eyes.

“Mm, that’s it, focus on me. Just like that” Peter’s arrhythmic thrusts gain rhyme as his eyes drank yours in.

“P-ah!” You whimper as he brushes your g-spot.

“Shh, I g-gotcha.”

Your mouth was open, you could feel the drool slip down your cheek as you mewled.

“G-gon..cum..!” You sobbed, your back arching, you barely registered Peter’s ‘me too” before you were overwhelmed with sensations. Your body quivered as pussy throbbed as Peter kept fucking you through your high.

“Mmm- I’m! “ Peter groans as you throw your head back, his warm liquid crammed inside of you as he makes his final thrusts, collapsing on top of you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath.

Peter’s legs tangled in yours, “I’m sorry..” his hand brushed your face.

“For what? Crashing my date, making me your girlfriend..again. Or-“

“I was gonna say sorry for cumming in you but, yes I’m sorry for crashing your date.” Peter groaned, pausing for a moment ”But I’m not sure I can call the shots on the girlfriend thing.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

“You said ‘making me your girlfriend again.’ You broke up with me, so youuuu have to ask me to be your boyfriend.” Peter poked your nose, you try to bite his finger but those tricky spider senses made him pull back just in time.

“I am so not doing that.”

“Yes, yes you are!“

“Are not-!”

“Are to-!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“FINE!” You pouted. “Peter Parker.. willyoubemyboyfriend?”

“What?”

“Will.you.be.my.boy-frrieeend. Peter Parker.” You frowned, your cheeks felt hot.

“Mm, yes. I will. Try not to look so happy about it, haha.” Peter grins, planting a kiss on your lips.

Peter had truly won you over, again.

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 4]

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TW: Ghosts Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.6K Prompt: “The ghost draws dicks with my lipstick"

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Notes: Lowk not the one I thought would end up with this prompt but I do like me a challenge Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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"Isn't it scary, (Y/N)?" Your friend asks you one day.

"What?" You drank your coffee.

"Your apartment is haunted, I'd be terrified to open my eyes in the dark!"

"Oh... him? He's harmless," you shrugged.

"How do you know for sure? What if he... what if he tries to possess you, or something?"

"Trust, he won't."

"Doesn't he leave, like, scary messages on your mirror?" She shivers. You thought back, sure, Yuta did leave a few messages for you but they were never really threatening.

"I mean... yeah, but I wouldn't call them scary," you shook your head. "Anyway, I should get going now, I want to be home before the sunset, you know? Recently more dangerous ghosts have been hanging around the streets," you stood up first and your friend followed.

"Okay, (Y/N), but be safe!"

"Yeah."

"And if that ghost causes you problems you call an exterminator right away!"

"Sure."

~

Little did she know, the only nuisance was this.

"Are you serious?" You were tired, burnt out, and annoyed. You could hear Yuta laughing behind you and when you opened your prior-squeezed shut eyes you saw him losing his shit behind you. "That lipstick was Anastasia, I'll have you know. That's more expensive than your life's savings."

"But look at it, it's beautiful," Yuta laughs.

"It's a dick. You drew a penis on my mirror with my Anastasia red lipstick."

"Please, that color didn't suit you anyway. It does suit the meticulously placed veins on my dick drawing, though."

"Maybe I should call an exterminator so I won't have to deal with dicks first thing in the morning again," you sighed, grabbing a towel and makeup remover to clean it up. "I don't know what's worse, cleaning one giant dick or many smaller ones."

"I am a genius, (Y/N), you have to admit that," Yuta grabs the stray towel and helps you clean it up. "You know, in life I wanted to be an artist."

"And you're wasting your talent on hyper-realistic lipstick penises?"

"For now. I'm in a slump," Yuta explains. "But, once I get hit with true inspiration then you are welcome to claim my work as your own and get filthy rich," he says.

"Sure, right," you tossed the towel in the laundry bin. "Wait outside."

"Why?"

"So I can change!"

"Oh! Right, sorry," Yuta eyes the outfit in your hands and floats through the door. After a while, you walked out and Yuta followed close behind.

"What do you think I should draw?"

"With my $60 lipsticks? At least something worthwhile," you rolled your eyes.

"So this is permission then?"

"Don't get too ahead of yourself," you pointed at him and grabbed your bag.

"Whoa, where are you off to?" He floats in front of you, but you easily walk around him.

"Out with friends, watch the apartment while I'm gone," you slipped your shoes on.

"Like I have anything else to do," Yuta sighs. "Be careful, it's late."

"I will, see you!" And you were gone. Yuta floats back into the bathroom.

Something worthwhile, hmm?

~

You returned to your apartment, near blacked out and stumbling left and right. Your shoes were in one hand and your keys in the other while you kicked the door shut and struggled to lock the door. You hiccuped loudly, laughed to yourself, and tumbled into the bathroom to wash your face and, when you looked into the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised.

Instead of a hyper-realistic dick pic, you saw an intricate rose drawn from your lipstick.

"Now that's art," your smile softened and, right as you were about to stumble forward, Yuta kicks the pile of laundry onto the part of the floor you would've collapsed on.

"Thanks, maybe I did have some motivation after all," Yuta grins.

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A Tie that Binds Us

Characters: Maia Hasegawa & Jyuria Hoshizumi

Summary: The first encounter of Maia and Ria was a bloody one. Like a story of a knight saving a maiden in distress, but Maia was not the first to reach a hand to her, it was none other than a demon.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: The game story never mentioned anything about how the pact is made between a human and a demon, so I'm just making shit up <3 Also I'm briefly talking about her stigma here.

Her gaze fixed on the rim of her glass. A lipstick stained glass. Her head lay down on the table as the tip of her finger danced over the top of it. Has the alcohol got through her head already? Not likely. I don’t know. Maybe Mickey’s new stuff was stronger than usual.

“Have you… have you ever thought about what would happen if we never met?”

Maia, who had not said anything, stayed silent still. It must be a question that’s been on Ria’s mind for some time, but she understood where it might have come from.

🖤

“Ma’am? Can you hear me?”

The blaring sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, even their spinning blue and red lights managed to enter through Ria’s window. It felt like some pathetic opening from a movie about a fucked up teenager who got caught by the FBI. Well, it’s not so far off from the truth anyway.

She used to pray for this to happen. For the authorities to raid the place and get their grubby hands on the entire establishment. All the dirty secrets this place holds; all the sickening deeds that’s brewing in this hellhole. Ria wanted them to discover everything and put an end to all of this.

But for now, not even her knees are strong enough to help her stand.

So loud… They’re all so loud…

Not the sirens, not the foot stomp of people clearing the building, not the shrieks of prostitutes having guns being pointed at them.

Ba dum… Ba dum… Ba dump…

It seems far in the distance. Calm before the storm. A panther that’s ready to strike upon command.

Thump- thump- thump- thump-

They surround the area. The sound of excitement mixed with fear, intangible from each person. So many things are happening outside…

“M-my head…”

“Hey now.” The person stopped Ria from falling. She sounded like a girl, probably one of the guests that’s clearing this house. Yet her hand felt warm on her shoulder, like a sincere touch of a friend. “Looks like we’re not so far in age. Can you please tell me your name?”

Ria wanted to look up at the person in front of her, but her clothes were already torn and the disgusting scent of blood couldn’t leave her nose. If she were to move away her entire body would be exposed for this person to see. Not to mention the blood. Oh she could feel it drying on her hands – hers and others – trying to become one with Ria.

“Ria…” she said meekly, barely enough for this person to hear. “Jyuria…”

“Ria,” that person repeated. She didn’t ask Ria to look up, but her fingers already worked their way of tucking all the hairs gently. It’s distracting. It made Ria want to fall deeper and surrender her entire being to this officer. “Will you let me call you that? You can call me Maia. You’re safe now.”

Ria wanted to laugh at the word. Safe. How surreal.

“Maia…?” 

“Yes. That’s my name.” She put her jacket on Ria’s shoulders.

“Are you my savior?”

Maia chuckled. “I would say that’s childish but I can’t play with the victim's emotions. So I guess you can say I’m your savior.”

“Oh… savior…” Ria could feel all adrenaline leaving her body after so long. She wanted to faint, to let herself rest. Maia’s shoulder seemed like a perfect spot at the moment. She’ll catch her like before, won’t she? So Ria took the gamble and let herself go.

“Whoa there… I got you.” Maia wrapped Ria in a warm embrace. Could it be that it's not her first time dealing with emotional victims? The thought left a bitter taste on Ria’s tongue for some reason.

“For your information, we’re going to see more of each other in the future,” she mumbled. “And I’m already hugging you like this.”

And Ria wanted to say that her laugh already gave her comfort. That it drowned everyone’s heart beats in her mind, and since her ear was so close to her heart that she didn’t want to hear anyone else’s. Ria wanted to hear hers forever. To stay in the arms of her savior and drown all the thumping and beating of people’s treasured lives.

Sadly, it was the curse she must bear.

Precisely, it’s the ability she paid for. With her own heart and soul.

Will she ever regret it, she wondered.

To be able to detect someone merely from the beating of their heart. Their presence; their emotions; their lies, she hears them all.

“You can even break them, if you wish to do so.

“A heartbreaker, in the flesh. Beautiful flesh.”

So many hearts to break; to ruin. All in the palm of her hand.

Human hearts… they always sound like a ticking bomb. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

Ba dum… ba dum… ba dump…

What will they do when the time is up? Will they snap, will they run, or will they grab the nearest object and break your neck with it?

“No need to find out when you can make them explode like,” the creature snapped its fingers, “... like so.”

The creature must’ve sensed her curiosity. Curiosity is good. “At the price of…” it pointed at where Ria’s heart resides. “That.”

My heart.

To have all the hearts I ever want in the world…

All except my own.

“Ose, my dear conjurer.” The creature had turned into a beautiful man without Ria knowing. His kissed the back of Ria’s with much affection and mysterious glint in his eyes. “A pleasure to be one with you.”

Ria hugged Maia tighter. The kiss the demon had left left a burning sensation on her hand. She couldn’t believe she did that – devouring a demon. For now Ria can still feel her own heart beating in her chest. She can sense Maia’s too, as her cheek was pressed close to where hers is.

“My savior,” she called.

“Hm?” They’re both now sitting on the floor, with Maia still embracing Ria. “Hate to ruin the moment but it’d be embarrassing if you don’t quit calling me that in the future.”

“Meanie,” Ria mumbled. But it was enough to lift her mood up. She never knew she’d be glad of hearing the word ‘future’ before. “Do you have friends?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” Probably not.

“Can I be yours, then?”

“As long as you quit calling me your savior.”

“Hahaha,” if Ria could jump happily, she would’ve done so by now. Who wouldn’t be happy for finally making a new friend outside of the whorehouse? “Nice to meet you, Maia.”

[duothelingo]

-- Junu ootin' stars break the mold It's a cool place and they say it gets colder You're bundled up now but wait till you get older But t he meteor men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin The water's getting warm so you might as well swim My world's on fire How 'bout yours That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored Hey, now, you're an all-star {Shouting} Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold {Belches} Go! Go! {Record Scratching} Go. Go.Go. Hey, now, you're an all-star Get your game on, go play Hey, now You're a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shootin' stars break the mold -Think it's in there? -All right. Let's get it! -Whoa. Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? -Yeah, ! I'm an orge! You know. "Grab your torch and pitchforks." Doesn't that bother you? -Nope. -Really? -Really, really. -Oh. -Man, I like you. What's you name? -Uh, Shrek. -Shrek? Well, you know what I like about you, Shrek? You got that kind of I-uttons. -All right then. Who's hiding them? -Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man? -The muffin man? -The muffin man. -Yes, I know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin man. -The muffin man? -The muffin man! -She's married to the muffin man. {Door opens} -My lord! We found it. -Then what are you waiting for? Bring it in. {Man grunting} {Gasping} -Oh! -Magic mirror - - -Don't tell him a \ adas And getting caught in the rain -Princess Fiona. If you're not into yoga -She's perfect. All I have to do is just find someone who can go - - -But I probably should mention the little thing that happens at night. -I'll do it. -Yes, but after sunset - - -Silence! I will make this Princess Fiona my queen, and DuLoc will finally have the perfect king! Captain, assemble your finest men. We're going to have a tournament. -But that's it. That's it right there. That's DuLoc. I told ya I'd find it. -So, that must be Lord Farquaad's castle. -Uh-huh. \

Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

次の日、私は寝室で目覚めました。雪が降ってまた雨が降ってきました。私は棺の扉を開け、持っていた瓶から血を飲みました。私の棺は黒い黒檀で、中には端に黒いレースが付いたホットピンクのベルベットがありました。私は棺から出て、パジャマとして使っていた巨大なMCR Tシャツを脱ぎました。代わりに、私は黒い革のドレスを着て、五芒星のネックレス、コンバットブーツ、そして黒い網タイツを着ました。ピアスを4つつけ、髪をボサボサお団子のような形にまとめました。

私の友人のウィロー (AN: レイヴンはあなたです!) が目を覚まし、私に笑いました。彼女は腰まで届く長い漆黒の黒髪をピンクの縞模様で翻し、森のような緑色の目を開いた。彼女はマリリン・マンソンのTシャツを着て、黒のミニパンツを着て、網タイツを履いて、とがったハイヒールのブーツを履いていた。私たちは化粧をします（黒の口紅、白のファンデーション、黒のアイライナー）。

「OMFG、昨日あなたがドラコ・マルフォイと話しているのを見ました！」彼女は興奮して言いました。

「ええ？ それで？」私は顔を赤らめながら言いました。

「ドラコは好きですか？」私たちがスリザリンの談話室を出て大広間に入るとき、彼女は尋ねました。

fun fact i got a strike on my twitch for reading this during a stream. i got to chapter 20 something and i like to think that a member of twitch staff had to suffer through it.