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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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Hey elle :)

requesting poly!marauders x reader (or any of them individually if you prefer) where they're at some sort of big event with cameras and press, and she feels a bit overwhelmed but sticking with the boys helps her relax? especially once they're inside the event and past all the craziness it's quite enjoyable

love ALL your writing! and feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you'd enjoy writing, all my love <3

hi sweets! thanks for your request - I opted to go wolfstar if that's alright? thanks for being here with me 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader modern band AU

CW: references to alcohol, weed, someone being 'good in bed'

You think it might have been the fifty-seventh time that your name was shouted that did you in. All of the noise turned into a steady hum and barely registered in your ears anymore.

You weren’t even quite sure why you were here. One minute you were playing in a garage band with your college friends in shitty pubs near campus, the next thing you knew, you were on the red carpet at the fucking Vanity Fair Oscar’s After Party.

Though you biasedly agreed that your band was indeed quite good, you weren’t so sure that it earned you, Marlene, Sirius, James, and Remus VIP invitations to such an event. You were watching the likes of Margot Robbie, Issa Rae, Paris Hilton and other A-List celebs walk past you and Jesus Fucking Christ was that a Kardashian?

“Y/N! Over here!” Another voice infiltrated your senses, and you were reminded of the many flashing lights pointing at you.

You weren’t invited to the Oscar’s and you weren’t even an actor; surely this event didn’t require your attendance?

But you couldn’t deny that James, and particularly Marlene and Sirius were thriving in their roles as rockstars. And if you were being honest, it was Sirius that made this all worth it for you.

You and Remus were more understated than the rest of the group – both here for the love of music and your friends and very little else. James being a child of two celebrities was very accustomed to events such as these, and Marlene and Sirius were both the absolute definition of rockstars; intense, bold, fun and vivacious. You knew exactly why the crowds loved them.

You couldn’t blame them either, the crowds that is; it was what drew you and Remus to Sirius as well.

He had the ability to make every person in the room feel like they had 100% of his attention and devotion; he was here for you. No doubt when it was his turn on this carpet, each photographer and journalist currently standing in front of you had felt the very same way.

Your relationship with your two bandmates wasn’t public knowledge, though it was absolutely public speculation that something was up with you three.

You’d like to blame it on Sirius; he was always the least likely to control his urges to ogle you or Remus or indulge in lingering touches whether everyone was watching or not. But you also knew it was in part Marlene and James’ fault – both of whom were very public with their relationships to the band manager Dorcas Meadows and a well-known photographer Lily Evans, respectively.

And finally, it was a little bit your own faults, refusing to speak on your relationship status when your fellow bandmates were far more open.

But you liked having these boys to yourself without having to share them with the public; there was the version of them that the public got and then there was the version of them that you got, and you didn’t want the line between those versions to blur.

The unfortunate consequence of that decision was having to do some of this on your own.

This, being shouted at to ‘look this way!’, ‘over here!’ or ‘turn around for us’, the last one making you very uncomfortable because you were quite sure none of the boys were asked to turn around for the camera’s.

The band had taken their group photos and horrifyingly, you were all asked to pose separately as well.

If you’d wanted to be photographed alone, perhaps you would have gone into this industry alone and not with the support of a group.

Stop complaining, you chided yourself, do you know how many people dream of a moment like this?

You were finally thanked for your time and effectively dismissed as – fucking hell – Ariana Grande stepped onto the carpet to take your place.

Your personal assistant - because you had things like personal assistant’s now – met you behind the curtains of the carpet to hand you a bottle of water.

“Okay, now they just want a quick shot of you all at the Glambot and then you’re free to enter the event.” She explained hastily as she took the water bottle back and put it in her purse.

“Great.” You muttered, trying to give yourself a little pep talk as you began to make your way to the line for the Glambot. Your dress felt too tight, your heels too high, and the various stage lighting too hot, but you found that your heart rate began to drop dramatically when you saw the likes of your two boyfriends and James and Marlene already in line.

Sirius and James cheered as they saw you approaching, causing the few people who weren’t already looking in their direction to turn.

You were sure your cheeks had the majority of your blood flow by now, and silently hoped that your makeup didn’t completely melt off from the heat radiating there.

“There you are gorgeous!” Sirius called over as Marlene wolf whistled at you.

“You guys are horrid, you know that?” You muttered as you stepped into line with them and James threw a protective arm over your shoulder.

Sirius laughed like a good sport, though you noticed that his eyes were far more sincere than his somewhat performative smile.

“I think we all ought to stick together, huh dollface? I’ve grown entirely too codependent on you lot to last more than five minutes out of your vicinity.” He commented, throwing a wink over at Remus who offered him a fond eyeroll in return.

But both of you heard it for what he was really trying to say in front of all the reporters; “I missed you, thank you both for doing this, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“Yeah! What’s the fun of starting a band with your best friends when you have to do half of the fun stuff without them?!” Marlene agreed, gently nudging you with her elbow.

“My sentiments exactly.” You agreed.

By the time the group of you made it to the front of the Glambot line, Sirius and Marlene quickly stepped up to be the one’s talking to Cole Walliser and deciding on the group’s pose.

“Honestly, I know I was raised for this, but it’s like he was born for this.” James commented, leaning in to whisper to you and Remus.

“Never say that to him, his ego is already massive.” Remus responded, and though Sirius was in the middle of a sentence with Cole, his eyes darted over and he considered the three of you skeptically. He’d always said he had a sixth sense when it came to you and Remus, and it appeared he was right in that regard.

“I’m so sorry Cole, I think they’re talking smack. Oi! Are you guys taking the piss back there?” He said, throwing the three of you a cheeky smirk.

Marlene scoffed, adding “of course they are, Sirius.”

James quickly shook his head. “Nope! We were just talking about how good you look tonight, Pads, and how we can’t wait to take you back to the hotel and ravish you.”

Cole let out a hearty laugh and more camera’s flashed as the group of you chuckled.

“This is not helping with the rumours.” Remus muttered with a head shake, though his smile belittled any chagrin he may have been going for.

“Who said it was a rumour?” You joked, offering him a flirty wink.

The group of you had realized that playing into the rumours and joking about it was the best way to field questions and speculation. Somehow, it had grown to the point that there were theories that all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

“You guys are so funny.” Cole said, collecting himself from his laughter; you didn’t know if he truly meant that or if he was just doing his job as the lovely host, but you appreciated his encouragement, nonetheless.

The Glambot went well, you think. You hoped. You wouldn’t know until it was all over social media tomorrow so opted not to worry about it as the four of you migrated into the event space.

The event didn’t turn out half bad if you were honest. You got to eat and drink and chit-chat with some of the biggest celebrities of your time, you took an astronomical number of selfies, and danced the night away with your friends and boyfriends.

But if you were being super honest - the best part of the night was getting back to the hotel with Remus and Sirius.

Sirius was catching his breath like he’d run a marathon and you were sure his cheeks hurt from smiling so damn hard all night, but he was still riding his high as he fussed around the hotel room.

Remus looked just as delighted at Sirius’ obvious joy as you did but was nearly dead on his feet, exhaustion weighing down his movements as he all but melted into a wingback chair.

“Oi! What’re you doing, gorgeous? That’s my job.” Sirius chided as he swatted at your hands which were in the process of attempting (and failing) to undo the zipper of your dress.

You didn’t put up much of a fuss as he undid your dress and gently kissed your shoulders; massaging the skin and muscles along your back that the gown had been digging into.

You stepped out of the dress and caught the tshirt Remus had tossed to you before throwing it over your form and falling backwards haphazardly onto the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.” You moaned, relishing in the luxurious sensation of the downy duvet enveloping you in a hug.

You heard both boys chuckle through their nose as you felt someone - Sirius - start fiddling with the buckles of your shoes where your feet hung over the edge of the bed.

Sirius pressed a kiss to your knee as he stood and disposed of your shoes near your suitcase before moving to Remus.

Remus groaned petulantly and went no bones when Sirius tried to help him up. “No.”

“Rem. Get up.” Sirius chuckled.

“Go away.”

“Moons, you cannot sleep in a chair, and you cannot sleep in a tuxedo.”

“Watch me.”

“Leave him there to die, Siri.” You commiserated from your own place of death.

“Yeah. Leave me here to die, Siri.” Remus repeated sardonically. “Take care of our sweet girl, yeah? Tell her I love her.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and though Remus kept up the ruse of being ‘asleep’ - you felt your heart swell at the smile that adorned his lips at the sound of your laugh.

“You wanker.” Sirius chided lovingly through his own laughter as he pecked a kiss to your boyfriend’s head and started helping him strip from his place in the chair.

You must’ve drifted off momentarily, as by the time you opened your eyes next, Sirius had just convinced Remus to stand long enough to pull a pair of pajama bottoms up his legs as Remus rubbed at his eyes like a giant overtired toddler.

“How’d you end up falling in love with two eighty-something twenty-something-year-old’s, Sirius?” You asked sleepily from your place on the bed.

Remus chuckled as he sat back down in his chair by the sliding doors, opening it up to light a joint before bed.

“I have no clue, but I’m so glad they love me back.” Sirius said as he started to change out of his own formal attire.

You could tell that the night was starting to wear on him slightly, but there were still notes of excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins as he went about his bedtime routine.

“You’re phenomenal at this; you know that, right?” You commented, causing Sirius to pause what he was doing to look over at you, expression softening into something hopeful.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agreed readily. “The best, really.”

He quickly finished up what he was doing and hurried over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you.

“Thank you baby.” He said quietly, using one of his hands to rub absentmindedly on your thigh. “I couldn’t do it without you two.”

Remus scoffed as he made his way over to the bed, having locked up the sliding door and matching Sirius’ position from your otherside.

You both loved and hated when they did this; it felt as though they were ganging up on you, exposing all your feelings and flaws. But you also felt undeniably worshiped under their loving gazes.

“I think you’d do just fine without us there, love.” Remus spoke, squeezing Sirius’ hand before resting his hand on top of your sleep shirt over your ribs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Nope. Not a chance.” Sirius denied quickly.

“You were born for the stage, Sirius. For the flashing lights and cameras and talking.” You pressed.

“Only thing I was born to do was love the two of you.” He contended.

Remus breathed a laugh through his nose as you made a cooing sound.

“This just in,” Remus started, imitating a newscaster. “Renowned rockstar Sirius Black has gone soft.”

Sirius scoffed in faux contempt as he reached over to pinch Remus’ side.

“I am trying to thank you guys.” Sirius chided, his sarcastic smile turning soft as you and Remus relented and turned to face him. “I’m so grateful to have you guys by my side through all of this, I know it’s not really either of your things. And I know you’d both likely be just as happy if we called this all off tomorrow, but…”

He seemed to trail off as he looked over your forms towards the windows. “But….” You pressed, nudging him to continue.

“Don’t go shy on us now, Black.” Remus teased.

Sirius rolled his eyes but a smile broke out across his face. “But I’m so incredibly gone for both of you. I love you, I love this. All of it.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” You offered simply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and ignoring the stiffness in your joints.

Remus, never one to pass up on an opportunity to take the piss, rolled his eyes as he let his elbow fall to lay flat on his back beside you.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, I guess. You’re just lucky you’re both so good in bed, otherwise I’d have split up the band ages ago.”

You started to cackle, overwhelmed with exhaustion, love, and probably some of the alcohol still in your system as Sirius threw himself onto Remus demanding he “take it back or so help him, God.”

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ㅤㅤ70s rockstar!dieter bravo x innocent fanf!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, 70s rockstar au

word count: 2.2k

summary: it's the 70s and your friend invites you to an underground club where one of your favorite musicians is playing: dieter bravo.

warnings: innocence kink, mild corruption kink, backstage s.ex, piv, dirty talk, weed, oral + handjob (male receiving)

a/n: this is my secret santa gift for @dark-scape! I hope you like it! 🎄🎄🎄 and thank you to @pedrostories who hosted the event, I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy, happy holidays! ♡♡♡

You stand at the entrance of the dimly lit alley, feeling the air thick with anticipation. Diane stands right next to you, equally as excited but way more relaxed compared to you. The muffled sound of a soulful guitar seeps through the cracks, sending shivers down your spine.

“Come on, don’t look so scared,” Diane says, taking you by the hand. “There’s a reason why I brought you here today. A little birdie told me Dieter Bravo is playing tonight in secret.”

"Dieter? Like, THE Dieter Bravo?" you stammer, your eyes widening with disbelief.

“The one and only. Now let’s go!”

Excitement bubbles within you as you process the information. Dieter, the musician whose records adorn your bedroom walls, is playing. You can’t believe it. Knots form in your stomach and you have the sudden urge to gag. What would you do if he tried to talk to you?

You vigorously shake your head. That wouldn’t happen. There’s no way he notices you among the crowd.

Nonetheless, you’re still excited.

As you walk in, your heart beats madly within your chest. The air carries a sweet, heavy scent of incense, and the dimly lit space is adorned with wild tapestries. The soulful strumming of a guitar creates a low buzz as people chat and laugh, immersed in the ambiance.

The shifting colors of the lights cast a dreamy glow over the scene. You notice multiple people making out, most of them pushed against the walls. It’s a very close-knit scene. A lava lamp flickers in the background now and then, the shadows playing over the colorful walls.

Navigating through the crowd, you discover the heart of the club—a small stage bathed in psychedelic lights. It’s empty for now and once more you feel your pulse racing. The room pulses with a different kind of energy, experimental and free. Occasionally, there's a hint of something herbal in the air.

Diane leans closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear, “Let’s head to the front, they’re up in five!”

The anticipation in the room reaches its peak as the lights dim even further, and the crowd hushes in unison. The stage comes alive with a burst of colors, and there he is—Dieter Bravo, center stage, bathed in the vibrant hues.

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Dieter starts strumming his guitar, the soulful notes resonating through the room. His voice, smooth and magnetic, weaves through the melodies, casting a spell on everyone in the room. You find yourself swaying to the rhythm, completely captivated.

While the music envelops the space, you catch Dieter's eye. His mischievous smile sends a shockwave through you, and you feel your body tingle with embarrassment. Is he really looking at you? The possibility sends your heart into a frenzy.

Diane nudges you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Looks like someone caught the eye of the rock god himself," she teases, giving you a playful grin.

You can't help but glance back at Dieter, and this time, he holds your gaze. His fingers glide effortlessly over the strings, but his eyes stay locked on yours. Your breath hitches as you watch Dieter play, his fingers moving over the strings with such skill and fluidity. You had never felt this way before, so drawn to someone like this. . . You can't believe how he can make a simple guitar sound so sensual and seductive.

You find yourself unable to look away, and Dieter notices, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Your eyes meet and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body. He winks at you and slowly licks his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

You can't help but imagine what it would be like to have those talented hands caressing your body, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. But deep down you know it won’t work out. He probably wasn’t even looking at you but at the crowd in general, there’s no way the heat in his gaze was directed at you.

The last note fades into the air, Dieter finally breaks the spell and looks away, confirming your thoughts, yet, a coy smile still plays on his lips. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and the fire that his performance has ignited inside you.

Dieter stands up from his stool and enters the backstage area. You watch him disappear behind the curtain, but before you can snap out of your daze, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Dieter would like to see you backstage," a stagehand says, gesturing towards the curtain.

You hesitate, unsure if you should go. But something inside you tugs at your curiosity, and before you know it, you're telling Diane you’ll be back in a second and following the stagehand toward the backstage area.

Stepping behind the curtain, you're hit with a flurry of activity: instruments being packed away, band members chatting, and Dieter standing in the corner, a small smile on his face as he sees you enter.

"Hey," he greets, walking over to you. "I'm glad you came back here."

You smile nervously, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves all at once. You can't believe you're actually standing backstage with Dieter.

Dieter leads you to a secluded small room. You sit down on a couch, and Dieter sits down next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

"I saw you in the crowd," he says, looking at you with a hint of admiration in his eyes. You notice him pulling out a joint and lighting it. He takes a deep breath before offering it to you.

You shake your head, declining.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," you say, a small smile on your lips.

Dieter raises his eyebrows, his grin growing wider.

"Interesting," he says, his voice laced with amusement. "Usually the people that come to my shows can’t wait to get a hit. I can’t wait to get to know you more. . . intimately."

Dieter's words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of him being interested in you. You've always had a bit of an innocent personality, and the idea of Dieter being drawn to that only adds fuel to the fire.

He leans in closer to you, warm breath tickling your cheek.

"I have a bit of a soft spot for innocent types like you," he says, his voice low. "It turns me on."

A surge of heat spreads through your body, and you can feel yourself burning up under his gaze. You can't believe this is happening, that Dieter of all people is showing interest in you.

He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want to show you a good time."

Dieter's words send a jolt of arousal through you, and you get lost in the moment as he starts kissing your neck. But a sense of embarrassment washes over you, and you feel the need to stop him before things go any further.

"Wait," you murmur, pulling back slightly. "I've never done this before."

Dieter smiles, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks. "That's even better."

Your heart races at his words, and you feel yourself getting even more wet. Dieter takes your wrist and guides your hand to his impressive bulge, causing you to gasp at the feeling of him underneath his pants.

"See how much you turn me on?" he murmurs, his lips still on your neck. "Do you want to explore more?"

You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you want this. Dieter moves his hand down to the hem of your dress, deftly sliding it up your legs. You feel a surge of nervousness at the thought of him fingering you, but the excitement and desire coursing through your body overpowers it.

Dieter smirks, his fingers finding their way to your underwear. He starts rubbing teasing circles against your clit, making you moan breathlessly. You try to muffle your sounds, but Dieter stops you.

"Don't hold back," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I want to hear how much you're enjoying this."

With his permission, you let yourself go and start making louder noises, each touch of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through your body. Dieter continues to tease you, alternating between slow and fast movements, driving you crazy.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, his voice a seductive whisper against your ear. "Being fingered by your favorite rockstar?"

You can only nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as Dieter's skilled fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge. And when you finally reach your climax with a cry of pleasure, Dieter smirks triumphantly before leaning in to kiss you.

Dieter breaks the kiss and guides your hand to his already hard cock. Your breathing quickens as you wrap your fingers around it, feeling its impressive size and girth. Dieter groans, his head falling back as you start to stroke him, your hand moving up and down his shaft.

You feel his pulse racing beneath your touch, his breathing becoming more ragged with each stroke. You glance up at him and see the intense desire in his eyes, fueling your own fire even more.

"Fuck, keep going," Dieter moans, his hips slightly thrusting into your hand. And you do, picking up the pace as you stroke him faster, your own arousal building again at the sight of him losing control.

His grip on your wrist is firm but not too tight, guiding your hand up and down his length. The heat emanating from him as you work your hand makes your head spin, feeling the softness of his skin contrasting with the hardness of his arousal.

"Is this what you wanted?" Dieter asks, his voice low and gruff as he watches you intently.

You can only nod, unable to find your voice as you focus on your task at hand. Dieter's breathing becomes heavier and his hips start to move in rhythm with your strokes. His eyes are locked on yours, and you can see the desire and pleasure in them.

Feeling bold, you lean in and press your lips against his, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Dieter's body tenses under your touch, and you know he's close.

"I can't take it anymore," Dieter groans, stopping your hand and pulling you over his lap in one smooth motion. You gasp as he positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you.

"Oh god, Dieter," you moan, your head falling back as he fills you completely. His strokes are deep and powerful, rocking your entire body as he pounds into you.

As he continues to move inside you, Dieter starts to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and full of gravel.

"You have no idea how much I love defiling such a pretty fan like you," he growls, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. "Seeing you lose control like this, it drives me wild."

You can feel his words send shivers down your spine, igniting a deeper fire within you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you meet his thrusts with your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Dieter groans, his pace becoming even more frenzied.

You can't help but moan and whimper as he continues to tease you, his words adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, and you can't imagine anything better than this moment.

"Dieter, I'm close," you cry out, your body trembling with each thrust. "Please, don't stop."

Dieter's eyes darken at your words, and he thrusts into you even faster. The pleasure building in your body becomes almost too much to handle, and you can feel yourself reaching your peak.

With a loud cry, you climax, your body tensing as you gush around him. Dieter groans and thrusts a few more times before pulling out and telling you to get on your knees.

You quickly comply, sinking to the floor and opening your mouth, eager for his release. Dieter stands above you, his hand stroking his cock as he looks down at you with a hungry expression.

"Such a good girl," he says, his voice filled with desire. "Now, open wide and take all of me."

You obediently open your mouth wider as he guides his cock between your lips, pushing himself inside. You moan around him, the taste of him driving you wild as he begins to move in and out of your mouth.

His thrusts become rougher and more erratic, and you can feel his release getting closer. You suck and lick him eagerly, wanting to taste every drop of his release.

With one final thrust, Dieter cries out and spills himself into your mouth. You swallow it all, eagerly taking every inch of him until he is spent.

As he pulls away, he looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "You did so well, my little fan," he says, helping you to your feet. "Nothing beats sex after a concert."

“Was. . . was I good?”

Pulling you on top of his lap once more, he claims his lips, his cock twitching as he tastes himself on your tongue.

“You were perfect.”

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malboraslihan · 1 year ago

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hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset” (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

#so ! it took me ages to finally write this down but it's here HELLO #there's actually a few muses that i haven't been able to use and i want to so.. they're all around this list #it got long.. i'm sorry #but i also tried to separate by theme/verse so it's easier?#or idk if it actually makes it easier but oh well.#i just needed some “pre plotted” threads cause i've been missing them #so ig here it it #sorry for any gramma errors i just word vomitted and did not proof read anything #i'll shut up now #wanted plots

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 2 years ago

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unnamed Hellcheer AU snippet

vaguely modern au // eventually will include: a dash of diners, Americana, teenage rebellion, and cryptids

I definitely want to turn this into at least a long oneshot, but for now it’s at a “vibes only” stage. It’s also a bit of an exercise to just letting myself writing casually so fuck it, I’m sharing it on here for now where it has a place to live while I figure out where it’s headed!

Chrissy hadn’t been able to stop watching him since he’d come into the diner.

Tall, wiry, a head full of curly hair that was currently pulled back in a low ponytail. She’d never even seen a guy wear a ponytail before but there was something attractive in the way he did it. Very off-duty rockstar vibes, especially with the leather jacket he’d thrown on the booth seat across from him and the numerous chains and jewelry he was wearing. Another thing she wasn’t used to guys wearing.

He was on his third cup of coffee and halfway through a horrendously giant Rueben sandwich—not that she’s keeping track.

Because watching strange guys isn’t something Chrissy Cunningham does.

She’s a good girl, who works waitressing jobs twice a week to add to her weekly allowance, has an above average GPA as a student athlete, and had been dating the same guy since she was in eighth grade. It all fits perfectly into her pink ribbon, cheerleading, peppy box that she lives in. She even still goes to church every Sunday with her family.

Ogling at strange guys, who look potentially older than her and definitely are more hardcore than anyone else she’s met, was not an option.

“You know you can just go talk to him.”

Chrissy squeaked as she jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. Whirling around, nearly jamming her thumb in the cash register, she was greeted by the unimpressed stare of one of the other waitresses.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Chrissy whispered fiercely.

Trish arched an eyebrow and stayed silent.

Which was all Chrissy’s anxiety needed to bloom and have her run her mouth.

“I didn’t mean to, he’s just been here for a while. I’m making sure he’s not… loitering,” she finished lamely. She had to fight the urge to not turn around and glance at him again.

For her trouble, Trish simply snorted and moved on. Leaving Chrissy to pick at her cuticles and the rest of her shift not looking over at the guy.

Because the problem is this:

Chrissy and her boyfriend from eighth grade have been on the fritz ever since he left for college and she decided she didn’t know what she wanted to do. So she still lives at home and thinks about all of the ways he’s probably cheating on her and he laments on their weekly calls about how she’s ruining their life plans. Being at home also means that her mom is still controlling her life, even though she’s nineteen. She’s not even sure she believes in God anymore either, so she usually spends Sundays daydreaming the sermon away on a hard wooden bench.

All of the reasons she’s not supposed to stare at could-be rockstars are built on a house of matchsticks and she can feel the flames drawing nearer.

So when Melinda, the old chain smoking waitress that likes to clock out early moves to refill the guy’s coffee, Chrissy steps in. It doesn’t take much to convince her to head out early and that Chrissy doesn’t mind covering her last couple tables.

She approaches his table, nervous for reasons she can’t even name. It’ll be a miracle if she doesn’t spill coffee all over his lap and mess this whole unknown thing up.

But when he looks up at her and she becomes locked into his smile and big brown eyes, she knows she’s opened a Pandora’s Box.

#hellcheer #hellcheer fanfic #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #stranger things au #kathryn writes #kathryn writes: stranger things #eddie munson #fic: hellcheer americana #temporary fic tag while I figure this thing out!

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yakool-foolio · 1 year ago

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I love everything about your death knight yakou AU! It’s incredibly interesting to read about. also i agree that yakou should have the right to wield a sword

I’m assuming Yakou will be much more involved with every investigation/case in this AU, and I was wondering if there would be any changes in relationships/character dynamics due to that. I’m mostly talking about Yomi (since he wrote the anonymous letter to manipulate Yakou and likely doesn’t initially know that Yakou had his memories about that whole ordeal taken away), but I would also love to hear about the other master detectives too haha

To format this so it doesn't become a mass of unorganized paragraphs, I'll write up a short list that contains a few dynamic changes, serious and non-serious.

Yomi - Yomi is quick to be frustrated by Yakou's antics. With what's been recently established regarding the Book Of Death, he hones in on Yakou, waiting with bated breath for an inevitable mistake to create an opening for him to arrest the chief. He's keen on observing Yakou's connection to the NDA detectives, especially Yuma. While he's never able to see Shinigami, he can tell with ease that the pact has been formed. He hides his knowledge of that fact well till their inevitable showdown in chapter 4.

Halara - As much as Yakou fears sinking into a sea of debt, he has no choice but to employ Halara's assistance for the Nail Man Killings just this once. The stingy detective continues to throw fees his way, but he reinforces his avoidance to spend more money than he needs. He hopes he can find a roundabout way to have the WDO pay off Halara instead. Once the culprits' souls for the serial killings are reaped, Halara understands the chief's concerns and offers him a candy cigarette free of charge. A symbol of their comradery being enough of a payment... for now.

Desuhiko - With Yakou in charge, Desuhiko can't get away with his flirtatiousness on the job. Quick to scold him, Yakou remains vigilant in keeping the little rockstar in line. However, there are still times where Desuhiko will slip from under his watch to try performing on the stage, frightening the poor chief. Shinigami wishes Yakou would allow the shorty to have a little more fun, but she's swiftly opposed by Desuhiko's comments towards her. Both Yakou and Shinigami grow ever tired throughout the mystery labyrinth. In the aftermath, Desuhiko continues to strive for fame from the successful mission, leaving Yakou both worried yet happy to see him determined to achieve his dreams.

Fubuki - Explaining the wonders of the world to an excited Fubuki proves difficult when Yakou holds a 'glass half empty' perspective on life. He doesn't shy away from telling the blunt truth of the things she's curious about. He believes it's better to anchor yourself in reality than venture off too far into unrealistic expectations that won't be met. However, Fubuki's adventurous attitude is admittedly contagious. He wonders what it's like to see the world through Fubuki's eyes, wishing he could be as optimistic as her. When the NDA detectives reunite after the culprits for the bombings and flood are caught, he senses a spark of a brighter future ahead of him.

Vivia - They start out wary of each other, exchanging their suspicions through side-eye glances. Vivia being fully aware of Shinigami's presence causes a rift between them. The death god grows paranoid, but Yakou wants to know more. This urge to better understand each other allows them to grow close, finding a connection through the loneliness clinging to their backs. When the time comes, there's no one Yakou trusts more with the harrowing investigation of his wife's death than the phantom detective. Yakou still has the capacity to love despite his losses, and Vivia blissfully floats in to fill that hole in his heart.

#death knight yakou au #rain code #rain code spoilers #yakou furio #yomi hellsmile #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #viviakou

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smalltownclaustrophobia · 2 years ago

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Every fandom I’m in I get the urge to write an incredibly self-indulgent pro wrestler AU but I think Steddie might be the one that actually clicks?

The more I think about it the more perfect it seems.

3rd gen legacy golden boy heel vs rockstar indie darling face?

Perfection

#fic ideas #steddie fic ideas #this is gonna happen #even if I have to drag it out of myself

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eddieismissing · 2 years ago

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WHEN I GET HOME YOURE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

when you and eddie became distant after a fight steve knew just what to do to cheer you up. eddie shows the both of you how hurt he really is when he performs at his weekly gig at the hideout. 7K+ words.

steddie x fem!reader, rockstar!eddie munson, steve harrington, fruity four (kinda).

warnings: 18+, slowburn, angst, eventual smut, drinking, smoking, fighting, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, dom!eddie, softdom!steve, rockstar!eddie, mean!steve, dark content, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, fingering, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, sexism, hair pulling, cum in v, cuck!steve, cuck!eddie, biting.

i had so much fun writing and it totally wasn’t supposed to be this long but my brain had other plans. i hope you enjoy! this fic is in its own au so if you’d want to read more of this let me know, feedback is appreciated!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

you tossed and turned in your sleep roughly. the stiff mattress under you didn’t allow you to have any comfort. finally you decided to roll over onto your back and then let out a huff as you finally settled. another nightmare. a hand grabbed your waist gently and the sensation brought you out of your dreamy state. eddie was holding you tightly as he spooned you. the covers that trapped the two of you felt so familiar. there was a sense of security that engulfed you. he trailed his hand up your arm softly before he made his way to your chest, his arm falling directly between your boobs as he pulls you harder into him. your heart races still trying to recover from your nightmare.

'eddieee..’ you hummed, sleep still heavy on your tongue.

the boy next to you grunted into your back before adjusting your hair that was now in his face, blocking his airways.

‘eddie.‘ your tone was more firm now, you pushed him awake using your elbow to dig into his chest.

‘huh..’ he was barely conscious.

he rubbed his eyes trying to give you his undivided attention, but his efforts failed. you could tell he was fighting the urge to snuggle your warm body and fall back asleep. eddie turned his head to the clock, it was 2:31 am. while he grunted and turned back towards you he extended out his hand trying to grab your face and play with your soft lips.

“…it’s so late, baby.” he groaned.

diverting his action, you pulled his sleepy wrist away from you. eddie let out a sigh, alerting you that he was upset at the absence of your touch. he let out a little growl before you sprung an aggressive conversation onto him.

‘i had a bad dream...’ you started, you fingers twirling in his hair, ‘there was this girl.. and well you liked this girl…but the girl in the dream wasn’t me.’ you said softly.

eddie looked at you with a sleepy disheveled glare, his expression read something like—‘she can’t be serious’, but your tone of voice was small and nervous—‘im really upset’. dumbfounded by what you were suggesting, eddie wasn’t sure what to say. his sleepiness clouded his head. he decided that if he said something that upset you tonight, he could regret it later. sharing his sleepy intrusive thoughts now and apologizing to you in the morning if it was harsh.

‘are you trying to pick a fight with me, sweetheart? c’us i was fuckin’ someone else in your dream? it’s twwoo in thhee morninggg.. ughhh…’ his last few words were dragged out.

he rolled over as he groaned. eddie grabbed a pillow with his arm that was once under you. in his defense he didn’t realize you were using it. he put the pillow over his head as he tried to fall back into a deep sleep.

‘okay. ow. i didn’t even say you were fucking her. do you wanna fuck other girls?’ you were totally being dramatic, you knew it.

what eddie said next was the last thing you expected. you thought he would for sure come to your rescue. shutting down your insecure thoughts with his sweet words, but shockingly, he hadn’t. you couldn’t really blame it all on him, he had never thought about someone other than you and he believed you felt the same way. never in his life did he ever think that he could be intimate with anyone else, let alone love a person like he loved you. he didn’t see any reason for the constant reassurance like other couples needed it. you were his girl.

‘goodnight, sweetheart.’ he grumbled, he forced his arms around your waist, your body was flush to his. then he pushed his chin into the nape of your neck. ‘i hope you dream of me.’ he chuckled deeply into your ear.

you rolled over in a fit and tried shoving him back with you elbows. he laughed and squeezed tighter, you heard him yawn when you both finally stilled. with his weight against you and his deep breaths lulling you to sleep, you fell into a slumber.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

that was how the month started. arguing had been frequent in your relationship now, but the occasional angry sex was amazing. as good as it was, it wasn’t stopping you from overthinking your relationship with eddie. he was still completely oblivious that you craved reassurance from him. eddie tried catering to you. apologies weren’t scarce at all. in fact, he loved saying sorry during your small arguments just to get a sweet kiss from you. he hoped you would pout to him. it was in his perverted nature, he loved seeing you jut out your bottom lip and cry out his name. no matter the situation, your mood swings, or eddie’s devilish attitude, he was sweet to you. he just didn’t understand the weight of this specific problem and when you brought it up he would shrug it off like the concept was just the craziest shit ever.

‘do you hear yourself? want me to apologize and reassure you cause i cheated on you in a dream?’ you huffed at how dense he was being over this, ‘baby, this is real life, that shit would never happen.’ his words rang in your ears.

you’ve heard it one to many times. each time he disagreed with your feelings he watched you whimper and roll your eyes with a big stupid grin. you could tell eddie liked watching you get upset because of him. after your weekly arguments he would attitude check you, put you in your place for a few days, and then you’d be bringing it back up next week. telling him,

‘it doesn’t count if i have to ask for it, you have to just know when to reassure me, ed’s…’

‘i just don’t understand what the point is.’ he would answer, and within minutes he would be kissing your cheeks and laying you down in his bed. showing you that he loved you and only you.

recently, a few of his words of were burned into your mind. you remembered it like it was yesterday. eddie grabbed you tightly from behind, holding your arms at your sides and whispering in your ear,

‘pretty baby, still upset with me?’

there was a pause. he was almost mocking you. eddie’s fingers trailed up your arm before brushing your hair behind your ear to kiss your neck gently.

‘should cry about it some more to me,’ he chuckled. 'your cute whines… make me so damn hard.'

that time made you snap. it sent you into a spiral. everything seemed like a game to him, but for you it was something bigger. your negative feelings towards the fighting were starting to be aimed at eddie. if only you had been focusing on him instead, you could’ve seen all his small efforts. eddie showed his love and apologies in the details. he started giving you small figures he had crafted for D&D, he brushed the hair out of your face when he saw it bothering you, he would share his food with you more, and played his music at a lower volume. he even let you borrow his iron maiden shirt that he barely wore cause it was the first shirt he got at a real concert. but you were to far gone in your delusion that eddie didn’t love you.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

that’s how you ended up here. you were in one of steve’s guest bathrooms while everyone else was celebrating during the party steve was hosting. the band had scored getting a small gig tour around indiana and a few close by states. steve had lifted you onto the sink by your waist, and your legs draped around his thighs to wrap around his hips. he looked at you with an eagerness, you couldn’t tell if he had gotten more entrancing or if maybe that was just the presence of having him this close. this was new, you had never had a one on one moment with the brunette. eddie was always watching when the three of you were together. on multiple occasions eddie had caught steve shamelessly staring at you. especially, when you wore revealing outfits at his shows that left little to the imagination on your nights out. now steve was infront of you, dying to have a taste, and unsure as to why you both ended up in one of his bathrooms, dying to kiss each other, while your boyfriend was downstairs.

‘you okay?’ you asked, you voice broke him out of his thoughts.

steve grabbed your cheek gently, his hand trembled. he pulled your ear close to his lips,

‘yeah.. it’s just… you’re so pretty, got lost a little bit.’ he paused, ‘im sorry you’re dealing with this stuff. but eddie would never hurt you. no one could ever replace you.’ he whimpered. ‘both eddie and i care about you s’much.' he paused, and 'im glad you wanted to talk about it with me though...’

you’re heart jumped. steve had been here with you for some time. when you realized you could use your boyfriend’s best friend to get back at him, you had dragged him into the kitchen and had a few drinks before shuffling to the guest bathroom. it was a dangerous idea that turned into your heart coming undone for steve. he was a sweet guy and you hated to use him like this. still, he provided what eddie couldn’t. the reassuring words falling from his lips as he talked you through your emotions were euphoric. you looked at him with lustful eyes. his words were doing more than just assuring you. nerves danced up and down his expressions as he studied your lips. steve’s anxieties withheld him from completely grabbing you and crashing his soft lips into yours. he was shaking as he spoke,

‘you said.. that he said… this is o-kay…?’

a long pause. his eye moved to your lips and then back to your gaze.

‘im finding that extremely hard to believe, princess.’ steve sighed.

the three of you had joked about fooling around together on multiple occasions but never had it gotten this far. steve had always thought his first time with you he would be sidelined by eddie, but he had you to himself. you heard footsteps passing through the hall. robin walked by the bathroom door calling you and steve to come join them in the living room. nance and rob were ready to start their movie after all the kids and eddie had wrapped up another huge campaign. you grabbed onto steve’s chest gently pulling him in closer.

‘mhm.’ you lied. ‘eddie said it was fine. it’s just a kiss stevie..’ when you let out a soft giggle, steve groaned.

something about your uneasiness around the whole situation with eddie sent you on a path of self destruction. you and steve had been hanging out more often like he and eddie always had, neither of you really cared to develop your friendship until the fights with eddie broke out. as you both sit in the bathroom together you grew more desperate. your hands danced up and down eachother’s bodies. it was like your first time all over again, two horny teenagers dying to make a move but to scared to. steve’s hand snaked up your neck and he took a deep breathe as he leaned in to kiss you. it was warm, he tasted so different compared to eddie, it was refreshing. unlike eddie, who recently, tasted like venom and pure, raw, filthy desire. you liked the his sweet treat, and begged steve to taste more of him. the flavor warmed your tummy. he smelled of bourbon and cherries. his lips were softer and his touch was gentle. soon the kiss turned into all tongue and wet moans into each others mouths, when he finally pulled away he looked so sloppy.

‘you.. you taste s’good.’ he was breathless. his words mirrored your thoughts.

just then the door handle turned and the door slowly creaked open. you and steve were to wrapped up in each other to realize eddie was watching the scene in front of him. he cleared his throat and spoke with an intense tone that burned a hole through both of your hearts.

‘what are you doing?’ he spoke through clenched teeth to keep himself from screaming.

absolute shock was all over his face. you jumped off of the sink and threw your hands up demanding that it was your fault and that steve was just comforting you. pleas left you lips as he just stared into your eyes with discomfort. tears pooled at the corner of his eyes while he watched you explain yourself. he let out a breath, his fist were clenched as he wrapped you in a insincere hug before talking to the other culprit that was the cause of his heartbreak. his eyes met steve’s gaze, his voice was softer now,

‘steve, are you serious?’ his voice cracked.

eddie let go of you and looked at both of you with hurt. steve’s head would’ve been through the wall if the kids weren’t joining for movie night. a twang of hatred for both of you was deep in his chest. eddie was spinning with emotions. both of you knew you really hurt him. he turned away to walk out of the bathroom,

‘eddie, hey man.’ steve chased after him.

‘can it, harrington. your lucky i don’t want to absolutely shove you into the wall and paint it a nice red.’ he growled.

steve stopped following him out after that comment. his feet staying glued to the floor, leaving you to chase him instead. but eddie just shushed you and your pleas as he grabbed his keys out of his jacket pocket. he was dangling them in his hand, making sure to show them to the both of you to announce he would be leaving.

‘eddie, wait...’ steve begged, then the door slammed.

eddie left at a striking pace. the kids jumped at the loud noise from the door that rang through the house. dustin and robin yelled from the den at you and steve,

‘steve??’ cried robin.

‘uh… soooo what was that?’ dustin chipped in.

you and steve looked at each other in disbelief. there was a lot going through your heads. the brunette threw his hands through his hair obviously panicked. he looked at you with shock.

‘you totally played me! y—you have got to fix this..’ steve cried.

‘what’s going on?’ robin was in front of the both of you now. she glaced at you. there was a beat.‘ and where’d eddie.. go…?’ robin trailed off.

you stared at steve with tears in your eyes. steve gave you a look, you could tell he was so embarrassed he let you trick him into hurting his best friend. he ran his palm on his face before landing his hands on his hips. robin watched the both of you and scoffed. she was annoyed that her questions were going unanswered. silence filled the whole house before you whispered,

‘steve?’ you asked. ‘uh-huh?’ he questioned. ‘could you drive me to eddie's, please?’ you begged.

he didn’t hesitate to drop everything and grab his keys before sprinting out his front door with you. steve yelled at robin with haste.

‘watch the kids! ill be back in twenty minutes!’

•ʚ♡ɞ•

you knocked on eddie’s door several times, trying to get him to answer. steve drove away quickly from the scene trying not to add fuel to the fire. after knocking three or four times you stopped trying. desperation crashed into you as you leaned your back against the door. tears fell down your cheeks. as soon as your back pushed against the door softly it quickly flew open. you fell backwards, not having anything to lean on with the door open. losing your balance you fell on your heels. eddie caught you, of course, but after you had regained your position on your own two feet he turned and walked towards his bedroom door. he was visibly distressed as he got back into a comfortable position on his bed. before you intruded into his space, you noticed his notebook was sprawled on his blankets. two or three crumpled balls of paper were on the floor next to his bed. he sat on his old mattress grabbing his guitar and he gestured to you to sit in the space in front of him at the foot of his bed. he strummed his fingers against the six strings and hummed a tune. you went to speak to him but he cut you off,

‘i need space.’ his brows were concentrated on something other than his emotions right now.

‘eddie, we .. nothing happened.’ you pleaded.

he shrugged before springing off of his bed and grabbing extra blankets and pillows. he walked towards the living room, and you followed suit. he threw the disheveled fabrics onto his couch before saying,

‘you’re sleeping here tonight, i know steve drove you here and i don’t feel like taking you home.’ there was a pause.

‘i need space.’ he repeated.

you didn’t know what to say his voice sounded broken. if he needed space was he still going to take you with him on his small tour? the question made your heart hurt. he wouldn’t look you in the eye. you went to speak but he cut you off before he allowed a sound to leave your lips.

‘—if it gets cold and you need extra blankets come let me know, sweetheart.’

even as he was dealing with a new situation he found the three of you in. he still deeply cared for you. he looked at you with sad eyes and said,

‘unless- you want steve to come back and pick.. come pick you up, then be my guest.’ his voice trembled.

he turned away to walk back towards his room. before he started walking away, you hugged him when he wasn’t expecting it. emotion flooded over the both of you as you both embraced each other. eddie knew he shouldn’t give into it, but he was so needy for you, he was the one that needed reassurance now. he felt broken and he knew you could piece him back together. he sighed as he hugged you back tightly.

‘im sorry. ill make it up. promise.’ you cried.

you said the few words with determination. your lips were buried in the nape of his neck. the feeling of your warm breath against his ice cold skin made him want to grab you and fuck the existence of steve out of your head. he would make you forget every memory you had ever made with steve, he was sure of it. eddie fought his urges and instead let himself feel his emotions. he had a new plan. a different way to make you both pay. he pulled you out of his grip and your arms fell to your sides. he smiled at you and said,

‘ill take you home in the morning. just need to clear my head.’ he promised.

you rested on his couch with a pit in your stomach. tears stained the pillowcase under you. the living room was dressed in darkness while your anxiety sat heavy in your chest. the only things bringing you comfort was the smell of eddie that was stained on the blankets he gave you and the distant strumming of his guitar while he hummed a tune you didn’t recognize. sleep fell over you and you drifted into a slumber.

in the morning he drove you home. nothing was really said other than a few apologizes and promises to make things right between the both of you. he pulled up to your house and got out abruptly. being sure to still open your door for you,

‘come on, sweetheart. lets get you home.’ he coo’d.

you had a mean look on your face like you couldn’t believe he was being true to his word. your eyes looked at him desperately. pleading him to make you stay. you went to go kiss him before he put his fingers against your lips and pushed you away gently.

‘you’ve done enough kissing in the past twenty-four hours….’ he trailed off.

‘i need the space.’ he was being stern and setting a very obvious boundary.

you backed off and batted your eyelashes at him in a final attempt to plead him for anything. he walked back towards the driver's side after shutting your door. you turn towards him before he got into his van.

‘im still coming to see you on tuesday … at your show … like always, okay? and if you don't want me to come with you on the road.. im sorry but it's gonna be hard to get rid of me.' you spoke with worry, thinking that your joke wouldn't land.

you were so scared he was going to tell you that you weren’t allowed to go, his band had finally scored a bigger gig for this coming tuesday, he was only going to play eight shows but record labels were going to be there. you couldn't miss it. it made you nervous as he hesitated to answer, maybe he didn’t want to see you or steve ever again. eddie nodded at you and gave you a silent smile before returning to his chariot and pulling out of your driveway.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

it was tuesday night, the night that was going to kick off the tour. you had thirty minutes till eddie’s set was about to start, the crowd was still walking through the doors, rushing to get inside. before getting into the venue this afternoon someone from the band's team walked out and gave you, steve, nancy, and robin passes to get in early and stay after the show concluded. you knew eddie was the one that told his team to get you guys in. it was sweet of eddie to want you there, and walking in before all the fans lined up at the door made you feel special. you each sat at the small bar in the venue together, chatting for a bit. then robin, and nancy agreed to taking one more shot with you and steve before they ran off to center of the pit, wanting to make friends before the crowd started roaring. the girls always abandoned you and steve but you didn’t mind and steve was getting used to it. the girls had been spending a lot of time together these days. you watched the stage crew finish setting up the production, but you could see metalhead sitting on side stage. he looked a little frustrated as one of the sound guys hooked up his amp. you couldn’t tell if he was mad about steve sitting so close to you or if they were just having technical difficulties. just to avoid conflict though, you distanced yourself from steve a bit. you turned to the bartender that was at side of the venue and asked for a cosmopolitan, a girly drink but you knew that if the bartender made it to strong steve would love an excuse to drink a cosmo.

‘oooo you got a cosmopolitan?? how classic.’ steve commented.

you took a sip, yeah. it was definitely to strong. you passed it to steve as he smiled and giggled at you. you turned back around in defeat to face the stage, leaving the cash for the drink on the bar. robin had an open tab at the hideout that definitely hadn’t been paid in weeks. she’d be thankful for anything that you put towards it. you looked back to the dimly lit stage before the bartender tapped your shoulder and pushed the cash back in your direction.

‘no need.’ they said gently.

soon after the bartender explained that a man a few seats down from you had paid for your drink and half of the tab that you and your friends had opened. you glanced to give the mystery man a sweet smile.

‘thank you!’ you mouthed the words in his general direction.

seconds later the lights shut off. it was showtime. steve looked at you with excitement, you both fawned over eddie’s rockstar attitude when he was on stage. you both knew that if he really stuck to it that he could have a real record deal. maybe even a longer tour with a bigger band, him playing lead guitar. if anyone was going to put hawkins, indiana on the map it was going to be eddie munson and corroded coffin. the thoughts that spun around in your head were immediately cut short when you heard a soft gutiar strum come from the dim stage. steve jokingly screamed,

‘woooo! the guitarist is sooo hot!!’ he confessed shouting his words like some fangirl.

steve’s deeper tone rumbled against the crowd of fans that has been growing over the years. however, he felt sheltered by the dark room, enough to even admit he had a little crush on your boyfriend. you shoved him on the shoulder. you both laughed softly, rolling your eyes and scoffing at him. after the small moment you shared you both simultaneously noticed a microphone on eddie’s side of the stage. steve turned to you in confusion. when your eyes met he suddenly curled his pointer finger at you, motioning you closer so he could speak in your ear. the crowd and amps were to loud to talk over.

‘that’s new.’ steve said.

eddie walked on stage out of the darkness while steve was leaning over you, eddie watched steve as he pulled away from the nap of your neck. a fire was in eddie’s eyes as he watched the two of you. right when he placed his gaze on you and steve, you both were already so focused on him. lost in the presence of this new rockstar standing before you. something felt different. your jaw dropped in awe, completely drooling over the fact that eddie somehow chose you. you weren’t sure how you got so lucky. you and steve shared a knowing look and gulped. he looked so good with his black jeans and chains draping his waist. he wore a corroded coffin shirt that was cut into a tank. his muscular chest that adorned inky black tattoos would peek out at you both if he moved just right. he accessorized well and his hair was kept out of his face by his skull bandanna. eddie looked up at the both of you before he started strumming his gutiar. the lead singer belted out the next words, to your surprise the song was some of the best material they had ever performed. in an instant you saw eddie approach his mic. he was singing backing vocals while staring you down.

‘the words are coming, i feel terrible is it typical for us to end like this?’

the lyric was an open ended question. you didn’t yet understand that this was a song eddie wrote about you. he winked at you and it almost made you faint. he for sure had star power. eddie continued,

‘cause baby, you weren't the first or the last or the worst and I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse we could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it anymore….’ he broke his gaze with you and glared at steve for the next line.

‘so say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under. lipstick lullabies. this is sorry for the last time.’

something in you thought the song sounded familiar. you tried to piece together where you had heard it previously when it finally hit you. you turned to steve excitedly,

‘he wrote this! eddie wrote this! after that night! that night—’

steve looked at you with surprise and then back to the stage. his face was red with embarrassment. your voice softened at the realization, he wrote this song for you and steve. eddie was angry, his voice was hoarse with hate and you could see how eddie’s eyes were glazed over as he went back to the mic. he had more to say directly to you and steve from the stage. his words were like daggers.

‘on any other day we'd shoot the boy but your simple toy had caused a scene like this.’

his singing voice was like velvet. a soft baritone. steve sunk further into his seat. a red tint danced all along your cheeks and ears leaving you throughly embarrassed. you watched him send you a wink. eddie just laughed. turning away from his mic. the audience probably missed the small gesture but for you and steve? you didn’t miss a single motion. you could absolutely tell he was basking in the attention from the both of you. if his words and glares weren’t humiliating enough, he looked like he was having the time of his life on stage. joyfully turning his anger into a performance of a lifetime, then he said the next vulgar line,

‘consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips and he's making you scream with his hands on your hips … i hope he's leaving you empty baby, this is just a fix’

there was a beat. he grabbed onto his microphone gripping it hard, he leaned into it as he glared into your deep eyes. your breath hitched at the action. he looked fantastic.

‘such a simple. little. whore.’

that will do it. your tummy turned and you felt publicly humiliated. the audience knew who this song was about now. eddie spun around rocking on his guitar. he was really into it now. your hands dug into your knees, you couldn’t tell if you were mad, turned on, or really upset. more embarrassment crashed into you. you turned to steve, who was also red in the face while watching eddie. he was to lost in the performance to tell that you were close to breaking down. so many thoughts were rushing through your head as he sang the last line.

‘girls make boys cry and die.’

you stayed in your seat to watch him perform a few more songs. after more shots and drinks with nancy, robin, and steve your brain began over analyzing the song lyrics that still lingered in your head from the opening number. you grew anxious.

did he mean what he said? was he still upset with you? was he still upset with steve?

you jumped up quickly making your way to the bathroom to take a deep breath. you couldn't believe that you were so overwhelmed that you were missing eddie's biggest show. steve called out your name as you disappeared. everything that was happening was overstimulating you. an escape from the situation was needed. you looked into the mirror and regained your normal demeanor as you heard the bands finale song end. you composed yourself and walked out of the bathroom.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

you were tipsy as you walked out of the bathroom. corroded coffin was already off of the stage and you knew eddie would be b-lining towards the bar to giggle about his performance or maybe even pick a fight with steve. but you were turning back to the bartender ready to order another cosmopolitan. hoping that maybe this one would knock you onto your feet before you had to face eddie. you glanced over to steve, robin, and nancy. eddie was nowhere to be seen. a sad sigh left your lips and you turned back to the bartender.

‘my boyfriend hates me’ you cried.

the bartender just laughed at you as they got you one more drink before announcing that you were cut off. you nodded in agreement before you saw someone approach you. out of the corner of your eye the mystery man from earlier leaned into your space.

‘well hello.’ he coo’d.

this mystery man was definitely not your type. rude and aggressive. he was someone that looked like a lowlife. hanging around after concert venues looking for girls like you to pick up and drop off the next day. you weren’t one to be rude so you shared a few words before you grew uncomfortable.

‘i should really go find my friends..’ you stood up while saying the parting words.

the strange man wasn't even supposed to still be in the venue. before security could usher him out he had grabbed your arm suddenly and pushed you out into the back corner of the building. you turned to look towards your friends. they sat at the other side of the bar, oblivious to what was happening.

‘steve! guys!!’ you cried.

your shouts made your friends turn their heads with alertness. they watched the man dragged you out of the big building into the alleyway that was used for unloading the bands gear into buses. the mystery man grabbed your mouth shutting you up before you could scream. he turned your body around and pushed your chest into the brick wall by the backdoors entry way. his hips pushed against your ass, rubbing himself on you. steve was rushing out the back door after you. he had told nancy and robin to go get some help. they didn’t know what to do in their tipsy state other than try to find eddie. steve bursted out the door, turning and grabbing onto the man that held you in his arms. your assaulter pulled out a switchblade when steve tried shoving him away from you. it was held firmly up to your neck while steve threw his hands up.

‘woah! man… hey. hey. you don’t wanna do that.’ his tone was serious and scared.

the man glared at steve before he threw you to the side and lunged at steve. he dodged his maneuver despite being tipsy and punched the man in the stomach. the blow made him drop the blade and steve kicked it away. the man reached up and nailed steve right in the jaw. he fell backwards.

‘oh— shit.’ steve grunted.

eddie turned the corner. he was helping his bandmates and the crew load the gear into a large truck and his van. he had walked down the alleyway when he heard a commotion. now he was watching you on the ground from where the man had thrown you, his eyes were wide and dark, even in the moonlight. he quickly came to your rescue. when he picked you up the surprise of his presence made you burst into tears. eddie moved his hands across your cheek rubbing your tears away.

‘hey hey, sweetheart. hi baby. you’re okay.’ he was soft spoken now compared to his mean demeanor he had on stage.

this was the first time you had heard his soft tone in a week. it was always in eddies best interest to make you feel better when you were scared even if he was scared too. a wave of comfort rushed over him when he looked at you, but before you could clock it eddie eagerly rushed check on his best friend. steve took one more blow to the face and spit out some blood that was being produced from his now split lip. eddie didn’t immediately run to his rescue. he thought steve deserved to be taught a lesson.

‘come on steve! are you serious?’ eddie yelled.

‘beat his ass! you can be rougher than that, i need you to be rougher than that.’ he cheered his best friend on, his tone remained serious.

steve took another blow to the stomach and eddie figured he had enough. he pounced on the man that victimized the both of you, making quick work of him. eddie pulled the man by his shirt collar off of the ground which he laid. venom left eddie’s mouth as he threatened the man.

‘i fucking see your face around here again. im going to kill you. i should drop your ass into lover’s lake and watch you drown for even touching my baby.’

eddie threw the man down onto the concrete and spat in his face. he lit a cigarette and took a few drags before kicking him in the side and putting out his cigarette against the mans cheek. the stranger groaned. when he felt the man had enough he turned to you to walk you back into the bar. steve grunted as he tried to stand off of the ground. eddie walked over him after leading you to the door and hit him hard on the back with his big palm.

‘you’re so good at getting your ass kicked! what’s up with that? you’re 0 for 3 man!’ the boy laughed with a gleeful tone.

‘you asshole! you could’ve stepped in!’ steve growled as he held his hand to his split eyebrow and swollen lip.

‘you deserved it!’ eddie gave him a smirk before he wrapped his shoulder around you and walked you back inside. he held you closer than before, being sure to be gentle. you invited him in for a hug with your small hands wrapping around his waist. steve ruined the moment as he sluggishly followed the both of you inside.

‘your precious sweetheart! deserved it! not me!’ steve yelped.

eddie just laughed. the bartender was quick to bring the three of you anything you needed after that fiasco. eddie ordered two waters and asked for a ziplock full of ice. you sipped on your water slowly before he threw the ice pack at steve. awkward silence fell over the three of you. steve held the ice against his eye and whined in pain. eddie gave him a pity laugh before wedging himself between you and steve. you three sat like that for a few minutes before corroded coffin's security came and checked on your small group. eddie dismissed them.

‘so.. like my song?’ he questioned only you, his tone was nervous.

truth was you loved the song, it was so vulgar and the provocative. the lyrics hurt a little bit, but you were proud. after watching him perform how did he think that you didn’t like it? knowing he was happy with it just made your heart flutter.

‘i loved it… stung a little bit but it was really good…’ you giggled bashfully into his chest.

‘awww to mean? i think you kissing my best friend was pretty mean…’ he teased.

safety washed over you as you pushed your hand into his chest playfully. maybe things were going to be okay after all. silver rings burned into your skin when he grabbed your wrist tightly to assert dominance again. a sense of fear rushed over you. still a bit shaken up from earlier. hearts raced as eddie placed your delicate hand on his heart and he moved closer to you. both of you were clearly touch starved and desperate for each others attention. your hand trailed up eddie’s bicep while he tried to speak a few soft sentences. chills rolled down his body. he was so easily overwhelmed when it came to you. you were his first time, first kiss, first love.

‘god. i love you.’ eddie gasped.

it must’ve been true that what songwriters wrote was always blown out of proportion. their lyrics are bullshit. he couldn’t be mad at you about a stupid little kiss when you looked this good under the dim bar lighting. eddie had a plan to release his pent up emotions though, he was still hurting and thought he was entitled to a little revenge.

his grip tightened on you wrist. the air was knocked out of your lungs when he glared down at you. you were still shaken up. your eyes even now glistening with fresh tears, but you were ready to give eddie anything he wanted. god, and he was so touch starved. eddie began letting his perverted thoughts rush through his head in this moment. he had trouble trying to keep his cool when you looked at him like that…

‘you know.. before that little sit.. well.. situation you and steve got into outside .. uhm.’ he swallowed deeply watching you play with your fingers on your lips.

‘oh. you’re killing me, sweetheart.’ eddie was mesmerized. he watched you a little longer his stare going on for way to long. when he snapped out of it he pulled your hand away from your lips. instead you danced your fingers up his shirt,your nails tickling him. eddie cleared his throat and comically stared at the celling. his next words came fast as you traced the fingers that were just on your lips down his exposed neck. he was nervous about something.

eddie purred under your touch, ‘some guy from a record label wanted to talk with us. might’ve finally gotten—’ he was cut off.

excitement filled your veins as you giggled and squealed. you wrapped your arms around him, swiftly kissing him all over. eddie grabbed you tightly and laughed as he tried to stable himself.

‘im so so s’proud!!! eddie, are you serious!!!’

when eddie regained his balance, he pulled back and wrapped his hand around your throat. he was much more gentle now. moving around you so he could trace his teeth against your sensitive neck. vibrations trickled down your skin as he let out a low growl. another giggle left your throat and u tried pushing him away. it turned into a soft moan as he kitten licked your pressure point. you knew he was still upset but you both craved each other more than you wanted to keep the space between you. it began to cheer him up. you could tell he was happy with himself. he wouldn’t mention it to you yet, but while he was backstage before he performed he was lost in thought. eddie almost didn’t go out on stage. he imagined your sad face looking at him from the bar would break his heart in two, and seeing steve made him nervous. maybe this argument really had gone to far. the assuring words you gave him now definitely helped him understand you were anything but upset.

‘i would’ve wrote a song about my pretty girl sooner if i knew it could get us a deal and out of hawkins.’ he let out a groan against your lips.

steve shifted in his seat and watched the two of you out of the corner of his eye. the metalhead felt his gaze and turned to him. he gave him a look before he glared at steve with dark eyes. there was still tension in the air. to avoid pushing his buttons more and make the situation worse, steve turned away with his back facing the both of you. he let out a sigh as he treated his wounds. eddie began to pull away from you to say something to steve but as if you and steve had planned it, you slowly pulled eddie by his shirt collar elusively so his attention would be back on you. he slowly turned in his seat and when he met your blown out expression he let a groan escape him. he was watching you with a predatory gaze. you instantly fell into a state of submission. without a word shared between the two of you eddie hand came up and shoved in the direction of steve’s back, hitting his shoulder. he was still face to face with you, unmoving, as he spoke. his eyes fell from your glare and instead onto your lips.

‘go start the car, dipshit.’ eddie grunted.

steve almost couldn’t make out what he said. you knew he was talking to steve but something about his low growl in your face during this intimate moment made you spiral. you let out a sigh as you listened to steve jump up suddenly. he definitely was not in a mood to piss eddie off after he had just saved his ass. he was sure he would do anything the metalhead asked of him if it meant saving the dynamic the three of you had. steve’s presence lingered as he left the two of you alone at the bar. you weren’t ready to see what the rest of the night had in store and you knew it was going to be a long one. your lover pulled you in for a deep kiss. your tongue clashed in a fight of dominance, but your reign was short lived as eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you lower so you couldn’t catch your breath. he bit your lip hard before he pulled away. you gasped at the lost of him.

‘you taste so, he pulled away and then deepened the kiss ‘fucking.. sweet.’ eddie smiled.

his fingers danced down your clothed skin in between his words. he began at the collar of your shirt and down your sternum till he ended with his fingers playing with the loops of your pants. his gaze followed his fingers but snapped back up at you as he heard you whimper. he took one more hungry look at you before pushing his lips up against your ear. he whispered slowly, dragging his words out,

‘mmmhm pretty girl… im not mad at you but you did deserve a punishment for hurting me so bad? huh what do you think? it’s only fair right, baby?’

‘you did that when you publicly humiliated me and steve…’ you whined.

‘i know, i know… but im craving a bit more of you. less of steve.’ eddie assured.

there was a pause before he went on a ramble about your dream last week. eddie was somewhat nervous to bring it up. his hands snaked to grab ahold of your waist. he leaned into you while kissing you between sentences. he was trailing his lips up and down your jaw, ending at the corner of your lips.

‘i’ve been meaning to show you that you’re the only girl id ever need… i miss you y’know? miss touching you… miss your taste… miss just hearing your sweet voice talk to me.’ eddie coo’d.

that’s exactly what you needed. just a bit of reassurance went a long way. your hands wrapped around his neck and he pulled you onto his chest. eddie’s strong arms slipped under your thighs while your legs wrapped around his hips. he held you close to him, successfully carrying you out of the bar. he spun around as he was almost out of the main doors. eddie’s eyes started searching for something in the crowded bar. he located robin and nancy almost instantly. they were sharing some flirtatious looks at eachother by the bathroom before he yelled at the two of them,

‘hey! you two lovebirds. find a ride home, kay? we’re taking steve’s car home.’

his dominant tone didn’t change when he spoke to his dear friends. they took his demands with haste understanding that they were on their own now. nancy waved and robin gave him a subtle thumbs up before the girls both nodded at him. their faces were blushed out at eddie’s comment. they had truly gotten lost in their own moment after they had helped resolve the conflict from earlier. eddie looked at them with a perked up eyebrow, he was trying to make sure they were sober enough to be safe.

‘we’re gonna be okay, ed’s!’ robin yelled.

that was enough for him. nancy gave him another wave. he nodded back and left with you out the door. he was rushing you into the backseat of steve’s car.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

soft moans filled steve’s car as he drove. it was an unbearable 25 minutes till he would pull into eddies driveway and eddie was gonna make sure he hated ever second. you sat horizontally in the backseat your back was against the back door. eddie was relentless. shoving your head against the glass to get a better grip on your tits. he bit your lip as he laced his hand around your throat and squeezed tightly,

‘you wanna give steve a show baby? remind him who you belong to?’ he groaned.

you whined in protest not wanting to be fucked in a moving car because of how intoxicated you were. you were wanting to get home before doing anything. your body tensed, and eddie slowed his movements. he knew your body better than you did. his eyes met yours with worry before his face twisted into a hungry smile. you were looking at him with glossed over eyes, your pupils completely blown, and pushing your bottom lip out slightly.

‘ohhh fuck, sweetheart. look at me like that again? so pretty when you’re pouting.’

eddie grabbed you gently by your forearm. guiding you to straddle him. as soon as you were in this lap he pulled you in for a tight hug. comfort washed over you.

‘put your hands up, sweetheart.’ eddie demanded.

obedience was eddie’s favorite and you didn’t dare try to be a brat tonight. he pulled your shirt off of you and grunted when he saw the simple black bra that adorned your chest. his hands ran aggressively up and down your back while steve watched in the review mirror. steve let out a harsh groan.

‘what? got something to say, lover boy?’ eddie snapped at steve.

steve just stared at the wide expansion of the road, his gears shifted when he began to speed up. he couldn’t take much more of eddie dangling you in front of him like a treat. in his own back seat. eddie snickered as he watched steve scoff. eddie knew steve loved when he would tease him.

‘i don’t have shit to say.’ steve piped up.

eddie’s big hands gripped your hipbones and he made sure to guide you in your movements as you would grind down onto him. he was setting a slow pace just to get himself off. daggers for eyes lunged at steve when the boys made eye contact in the rear view mirror. eddie’s eyes didn’t move away from steve’s hazel irises. instead he threw his head back and dramatically moaned when he jutted your hips onto his groin. steve scoffed again and looked away. he lunged foward into you center dramatically. steve couldn’t help but steal a few looks. eddie’s speech was slurred due to his lips being all over the top of your chest now. your chest was bare, no marking to be had and he hated that. absolutely hated it. he needed you to always be marked with his love for you. he made quick work of your soft skin. sloppily leaving faint pink and blue bruises. when he was through a wet mess remained on your chest. he flicked out his tongue and licked from the center of chest just between your breast and up to your neck. eddie thrusted his hips up at the same time you pushed your waist onto him. you both moaned at the need to have each other.

‘fuckkkk baby… you like when im rough with you in front of your little play thing? you had enough of your dumb toy?’ he was making sure steve heard him over your small sweet noises.

‘you’re being ridiculous…’ steve rolled his eyes.

at steve’s word eddie’s palm was suddenly on your throat. he pushed you by the neck and wedged you in between the drivers and passenger seat, your back was arched over the center console. eyes blown wide in surprise. steve glanced at you before eddie was crawling up your body and grunting in steve’s face. possessiveness was definitely a toxic trait for eddie. he turned to steve before saying,

‘your little kiss last week was shit. she told me. you’re a bad kisser.’ eddie said.

you hadn’t told him anything about the kiss. you could hardly remember it, but jealousy was radiating off of him. eddie pulled you into a sloppy kiss by your throat. steve really was really annoyed now. eddie was basically fucking you in his front seat next to him. secretly it was still an act he was grateful eddie let him watch. steve’s palm moved to his half hard cock that sat uncomfortably in his jeans. eddie let out a laugh.

‘pathetic.’ he snickered.

he pulled you into the back seat again. small yelps left your throat as he bit into your collar bone. that one was going to leave a bruise come tomorrow. eddie pulled down his jeans just enough so he could fish his hard cock out of the slit in his boxers. it had been a week since you had last touched him. the head of his cock was bright red and leaked so much precum. he whined against your soft skin while gently kissing the bite he had just left on you.

‘touch me.’ please .. i’ll do anything, just rub me off a bit.’

you obeyed. but god, you loved when he begged. under all his thick skin and his rough attitude he was still your eddie that was a sick pervert. could never get enough of you. slick dripped down his tip and you let it coat your fingers before rubbing it against his head and shaft. a guttural moan left his throat. you decided to tease him a bit and let go of his shaft. your soft fingers dragging up and down his thighs. answering you with a trust of his hips and breathy words,

‘god… y—you have no idea the t—things i’ve been waiting to do to you.’

eddie’s lips crashed into yours before he grabbed steve’s headrest with his left hand. he was leaning into the front of the car. you moved your hips against him and he moaned him steve’s ear. he had to catch his composure as he carefully held the small of your back with his free hand. he said something to steve that you didn’t quite catch.

‘drive. fucking. faster.’ he demanded.

steve obeyed. just like you had moments prior. it was so pathetic the grip that eddie had on the two of you. steve watched eddie throw you into the seats. he was over you and wedged himself between your legs. his hard cock humped your thigh that was bound by your tight jeans. he needed to get you out of those jeans. he moaned into your kiss as the vibrations of the car speeding made you shake under him. neither of you could tell it was your body’s reaction to him being so handsy or the bumpy road. a hand snaked down your tummy gripping your sides. when it arrived to the button that held your jeans together eddie made quick work of it. slowly, he pushed his hand past your waist line and into your panties. he teased the outside of your folds. you were drenched. your slick coated his fingers and invited him deeper, but he just toyed with you like it was just all a game for him.

‘so wet for me, pretty girl. barely even touched you… did me saving you from a big scary guy turn you on? hmm?’ he questioned.

no response from you.

‘maybe you liked being all vulnerable for me. needed me didn’t you, sweetheart? a pretty girl like you can’t be trusted to be watched by an airhead like stevie?’

‘hey!’ steve argued.

eddie didn’t like that response. he pulled away from you yelling at the bimbo brunette and tucking his dick away. his hands still down your pants. he was finally snapping.

‘what so you swap spit with my girl but wont be the one to save her ass? really steve?’ a good counter point.

the tension was back. damn, if he didn’t look fucking hot when he was angry though. subconsciously eddie was still teasing you with his fingers while he argued with his best friend. he rolled his eyes in the back of his head out of annoyance. you couldn’t help but stare at him as his blood boiled with hate. the veins on his neck sticking out. your needy hands pulled him back down to you. nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck. your soft nose danced up his check so your lips could reach his ear.

‘please. teach me a lesson.’ you begged.

he listened. you were so fucking hot. eddie pushed a finger deeply into as you nodded to him answering his previous questions. slipping his palm onto your chest to give your tits attention. he pushed the bra off of you to reveal your nipples. taking his time with both of the sensitive buds. he rolled one of them between his calloused pointer finger and his thumb. the other he sucked on with his warm mouth. tracing his wet tongue in soft little circles causing you to beg for more. moans filled steve’s car. steve couldn’t quite take it anymore.

‘don’t you normally shut her up?’ he scoffed.

‘mhm. i do… but when fuckers like you think you could make her sound sweeter than this.. i have to remind you.’ eddie jabbed.

your chest was warm with butterflies. eddie pulled his finger out of your pussy leaving you nothing to clench onto. he whispered lewd promises into you ear. telling you the things he was going to do with you soon.

‘im gonna cuff your ankles together… gonna hold your knees down so they touch your chest and burry my cock into that pretty pussy. m’promise to try to be gentle at first… im gonna use you like a little cock sleeve. can’t promise that i won’t hurt you.’

his hand grazed over your wet mound as he said it. he could still feel your warmth through your jeans. you twitched.

‘oh? you like that idea? maybe… that’s being nice… how about i fuck this pretty throat of yours. ill hold your nose so your spit drips down your chin and onto my thighs. you promise to swallow me just how i like?’ eddie questioned. breathing heavy into your ear.

you couldn’t form your own thoughts everything eddie was saying filled your ears. no coherent words left your mouth just pitiful moans.

‘need you to be a good girl and listen tonight. im gonna make you forget all about steve, baby. fuck him right out of this pretty skull of yours.’ eddie groaned.

steve desperately tried to ignore you two as he rolled down his window to escape the smell of sex. turning up his radio that played ‘i wanna know what love is’ on his foreigner cassette tape. in obvious steve fashion he mumbled the words. he knew he was about five minutes away from the trailer park now. you both were wrapped up in your own little world as eddie continued,

‘when im close baby i want to bottom out inside of you… need you to beg me to cum inside of you. fill you up. make you mine all over again. can you do that for me pretty girl?’

even though the three of you could tell you were pulling into the trailer park eddie still relentlessly worked on warming you up. tonight was going to be a night that took a toll on your body. he was going to make sure of it.

‘when i get home you’re so dead.’ he whispered.

fin.

my masterlist. || part two.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie x reader #steve harrington #strangerthings smut #strangerthings fanfic #lxveletterswc #writing #fan fic smut #steddie #perv!eddie #dark!eddie munson #female reader #fanfic #stranger things #fluff #stranger things smut #fem!reader

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bellaramseysgf · 3 years ago

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Tour with me (B.B)

Warning(s); Smut! (PIV sex),shit ton of PDA,degrading,praise,unprotected sex (do better),lots of fluff.

Paring(s); Rockstar Bucky Au! X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; Bucky asked you to go on tour with him,just didn’t realize how fun it could be.

A/n; so…no 100% sure when I’ll post this but idk I liked the idea,Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm in this, I haven’t written smut in months so let’s ignore the quality of it.

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You had never heard so many screams in your life, watching from the side lines as your boyfriend’s voice rang through the building. Chants of his name in the crowd,his partners names as well.

It was your boyfriend’s 4th show and the turn outs just keep getting bigger and bigger,playing in sold out Arenas around the globe. He had been on a number of tours but it was your first and so far you weren’t enjoying it all that much.

Sure, you were happy to be with your boyfriend but you had no privacy on the tour bus,you were getting no sleep,your head throbbed after the first few songs from how loud it was.

You looked back to one of his managers “hey, can I go back to the bus?” You asked yelling loud enough he could hear. He nodded calling on his walky talky for more security to come.

You smiled up at your boyfriend as he walked over to the side of the stage kneeling down to capture your lips with his. Kissing was definitely bucky’s favorite thing to do, he claimed you tasted like sweet candy and you knew it was the lip balm you used.

The music continued behind him, it was the bridge it was building up. His lips would pull from yours every few seconds just to latch back to yours. The crowd was definitely louder now seeing him kissing you. Most people didn’t know you were even on tour with him.

When he finally pulled away heading back to center stage to continue you turned to the security guards allowing them to escort you to the bus. You were honestly glad you stayed in a hotel the night before, you got good sleep and you took a much needed shower.

You climbed into the bus closing the door as guards stood on the other side. You pulled the cabinets open grabbing your favorite chips, sitting down and opening your phone, your friend had sent you a link to a video.

Once loaded up you realized it was one about you and Bucky. Most people had mixed signals,either they loved you being together or hated it.

The women on screen comes on talking of a photo you had posted of you and Bucky. At his last show,it was cute your tongues touching in the photo as he held your waist.

“Seems y/n took to social media last week to once again show off her relationship with lead singer of Avengers Bucky Barnes.” You smiled at the video “most people are saying they love the couple together,saying she’s the man’s balance. Other people aren’t very happy, one fan even claimed to see y/n looking rather disgusted with bucky’s music.” You gasped as a video came across the screen.

It was of a angle of you back stage at his second show, hand on your forehead,eyes squeezed shut as you were visibly uncomfortable.

“Now, fans are claiming y/n is just in it for the money or possibly fame. This seems like a relationship that just wont last.” With that the video ended and you huffed throwing your phone on the other side of the couch.

You had been sick that day, practically spending most of the morning throwing up. Nerves and anxiety had you that worked up. There was a soft rattle on the doors before it opened Bucky and the members walking inside.

Bucky was the lead singer, he would mainly write the songs. Then you had Steve the lead guitarist,Sam the backup guitarist and piano player,lastly you had clint, the drummer.

“Oh, you do not look happy” Sam pointed out urging you to roll your eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” Bucky asked sitting down next to you “people.” You said blankly. Bucky realized you must’ve heard something you didn’t like. “What did they say?” He asked “do you remember your second show? When I was sick?” He nodded “yeah, someone took a video of me from the side lines claiming I was looking like that because I didn’t like your music.” You huffed.

Bucky pulled a chip from the bag you were eating “Awh, fuck them.” Clint said plopping down on the other couch with Sam and Steve. “They don’t know anything” Sam added “Yeah,they’re stupid” Steve finished.

You smiled at the men and Bucky rubbed your arm. “You’re the best girlfriend in the world. Don’t let those pathetic words get to you.” You sighed. “I knew dating you would come with challenges, just didn’t know so many people would hate me”

Bucky could hear the hurt in your voice,this is why he kept the relationship secret for so long. Not because he was ashamed of you, or because he didn’t want to be with you. Because his fans could be rather ruthless to girls even rumored to date him. You were fragile to him like a little butterfly and he hated seeing the people tearing you down.

Bucky knew you weren’t enjoying yourself like he wanted you too. He asked you to come with to spend time with you,but he finally realized in the past 4 weeks of shows you hadn’t got all that much if any alone time. He could see it wearing you out, and he knew just what to do to fix it. “Well, we are back in new York tomorrow we can stop by my place for bit alright? You can get some good sleep, and I can make you your favorite pasta” you nodded and he placed a quick kiss to your lips.

***

Bucky got called for a random last minute interview. He promised after it you’d both go home. He didn’t have a show for two days which meant lots of sleep and cuddles for you. That’s what was on your mind, however that wasn’t what was on bucky’s.

You had chosen today of all days to wear that fucking skirt. Black and pleated, knee high socks to match it, one of his band shirts tied at your waist. It showed just enough of your stomach for him to feel his cock tighten in his jeans.

God, he couldn’t wait to get you home. The past four weeks were really getting to him. Most of the time you guys barely went 48 hours without him buried deep into your cunt at some point. He could still hear the begs you cried out last time, the little whimpers as he pushed you past overstimulation. Until you were just a cockdrunken baby.

“So, how’s the relationship with y/n?” The interviewer asked and James smiled “it’s going great, she’s my lil sunshine. She’s here you can bring her out.” The interviewer gasped and nodded.

When they told you to go out on stage you were worried and confused. You walked out on stage the few live audience members cheering, your heeled ankle boots clicked as you walked across the hard wood to your boyfriend.

“See, there’s my sunshine” you smiled as his arms reached out tugging you to sit on his knees. There was more then enough couch next to him but you didn’t try to weasel out of his grip. “It’s lovely to meet you, y/n” you smiled “you as well!” You said cheerfully.

People still had to be confused why Bucky was so infatuated with you, you were polar opposites.

Bucky was the heavy metal,leather jacket,all black and dark kind of guy.

You were the bunny obsessed,dress wearing,only pastel colors kind of girl.

Black was slowly becoming part of your wardrobe as colors mixed in the bucky’s you both giving in to the others style.

“So, remind me how y’all met?” The interviewer pressed. Bucky answered knowing you hated this sort of thing. “Well, I was actually trying to record my most recent song.” He started tugging you back against his chest, you let out a quiet squeal your boots hitting his shin. “And this really cute angel walked in to bring coffee to my recording manger. I was just hooked after that” he explained you both smiling at the memory.

“So, he thought you were an Angel what was your first thought about him?” They asked “honest?” You question and they nodded “if I’m totally honest I had seen Bucky around, I mean he was rather attractive. The first thing I ever thought about my boyfriend was ‘I wonder how good he is in bed’” you cited yourself laughing as you felt Bucky chucking under you.

Some of the live audience laughed at that as well “now mind you, we met when I was what? I was 19? Almost 20?” You turned to look at Bucky and he nodded. “Yeah, hormones are raging then” you said smiling. “Was he as good as you hoped?” They asked and you smiled “ah, he’s alright” Bucky huffed and pinched your sides making you squeal.

“You guys are rather the IT couple in Hollywood right now.” They commented, you tuned the rest of it out.

It was easy to do when you felt bucky’s boner digging into your butt. You wanted so badly to rock your hips against it, to hear that gruff groan he lets out. How long is this gonna take..hurry up.

Once tuned back in you smiled back at your boyfriend “yeah, I’ll say right now. If you can’t be happy for me and my relationship I don’t want your support. Most of the girls and guys upset about this are children. I hate to break it to them but I’m 26 years old I won’t date them” he lets out a breathy laugh “I was honestly surprised to even date y/n, with how young she is” you smacked his chest “I’m 23, shut up” you huff he smiled and kissed your cheek.

“Well most of your relationships have been with older women, mainly ones in their late thirty’s or so, what about y/n changed that” you cleared your throat “oh don’t be fooled, he started hooking up with me to get back at his manager.” The interviewer laughed “seriously?” You nodded “Well his manager is my dad, so when my father would piss him off I was his way of getting back at him, I didn’t mind though.” You smiled at him “wow, so you just fell on love?” They asked Bucky.

“Ah, well I just know she was about to travel back to her moms after the summer and I couldn’t write with the thought of her leaving.” You smiled “lucky charm, that’s what she is I guess” Bucky added.

You shifted rubbing up against him, his hands tightened on your waist and he pressed a kiss to your jaw. You honestly couldn’t tell who was more impatient. You or him.

***

You squealed when Bucky lifted you over his shoulder carrying you towards his bedroom. “Bucky!” You giggled as he dropped you onto the bed. “You’re such a needy baby, aren’t you? Grinding on me in the middle of a show.” He chuckled reaching under your skirt pulling your lace panties off.

Bucky threw them,his shirt going next, you bite your lip drinking in his toned body. “It’s rude to stare, doll” you smiled “I’m not staring, I’m admiring” you corrected him. Bucky chuckled tugging your shirt off throwing it behind him.

You were honestly out of it drunk off his smell being so close, the sound of ripping brought you back to earth. “Bucky Barnes! You didn’t just do that” you huffed and he put your tattered bra in the pile. “I’ll buy you more.”

Bucky’s hands reached out groping your tits him leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He bit a sucked at it pulling moans from you before switching showing the opposite one the same treatment.

Your hands dropped to your skirt and Bucky smacked them away. “No. You wanted to wear that knowing what it does to me,you can wear it while I fuck it into you.” You whimpered out against him as he stood the cool air faking against the wetness covering your chest had you shivering.

Bucky pulled off your boots and kicked them away before pulling of his own boots kicking them off as well. Bucky shucked his jeans and boxers off in one fluid motion. He reached into his bedside table and you groaned. “No, no we don’t need them.” You said and Bucky looked over at you.

“But you aren’t on the pill” he said and you smiled up at him “mhm, I know. It feels better without them though.” Bucky nodded and dropped the box turning back to you.

Bucky’s hands gripped your ankles and jerked you to him, he gave you no preparation before he sunk down into his hilt. You let out a pleasure filled sob as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re always so tight,cmon loosen up you little slut.” He said thrusting starting immediately at a rough pace,pulling almost all the way back out before sinking back into you.

It had been longer then normal, every time he sunk into you it was like the first time all over again. The stretch was unbelievably tantalizing the pain turning into pleasure.

“You’re so pretty, my delicate little butterfly.” He mumbled lips pressing to yours as he kept his rhythm.

You could feel the coil in you become hotter and tighter,your mind was becoming hazy “gonna cum” you mumbled out Bucky pulling away. “So quick? You must’ve been so pent up, poor baby I’ll help” his thrusts increased and you moaned out. “Does this help? Hmmm? My little slut, feels good?” You nodded all your thoughts being knocked from your head.

Your orgasm tore through you with a needy intensity, you squeezed your eyes shut seeing stars behind your dark vision. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow filling you up inside “that’s it, good girl take all of me until your brimming” Bucky grunted the last ropes hitting your walls.

You panted as he fell next to you huffing out breaths. You both worked on getting them back to normal. “What time do we meet them?” You asked and Buck huffed “5” he replied and you glanced at the clock on the dresser “we got an hour. Round two?” You asked and a smirk fell on bucky’s face.“Anything for you” he said chuckling as you climbed on him this time.

#fem reader #bucky fic #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #bucky smut #james barnes #james barnes smut

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years ago

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HELLO HELLO, so I wrote this to take a break from writing the little scene for your repairbot au. i just wanted to capture a bit of Reader bot's realization of awareness i guess you can call it. Anyway, thank you for giving me permission to write about your AU, I'm very happy how this and the other scene I am writing are turning out. I hope I'm not being too all in your face D; Im just very excited and hope you enjoy. *slides this under your door and runs but not without nibbling on your lawn*

You didn’t know what it was.

The quizzical contradiction in your code that was causing strange unplanned ideas to fracture and release newfound thoughts. You were, or had been, fully aware that it wasn’t supposed to be there.

After running a handful of diagnostic scans that came up without any contradictive statements or drastic errors, not even a slight malfunctioning line of dialoge, you were left in indecision. Which, you believed to not be probable since optimum code should not be left confused and lost.

You are a repairbot.

You were programmed to be a repairbot.

Your code told you such and you desperately cuing to the notion as a typhoon of new… newness swarmed you.

You are a repairbot.

But some improbable misplaced wire told you not.

When the pizzeria was busy and you were sent out to help out with overwhelming messes and child caused disasters, there was a rare visage you could count on your fingers when you had seen the others.

The Rockstars.

The main attraction.

And you couldn’t help but watch as they, what you could only describe as, expressed.

Moving and reacting, containing so much more than their code should allow. Their faces shape and bend to form something you wished to be able to describe, to act, or to, ridiculously, feel.

There was something deeper than touch that related to the notion of feeling and you felt the strange pull to figure out just what.

Which was certainly not intended for you. You didn’t even have a mouth to speak, a voice box to express, silently contained to your headspace.

It was an overwhelming sensation in the pits of your metal exoskeleton that made the daunting realization seem all the more gear crushing.

You are a repairbot.

But that didn’t stop this unquestionable urge to feel more.

C O N S U M E S THIS CRUMB SO FUCKIGNF FAST I LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW U WRITE

#bones of a rabbit #asks #writing submission #animatronic reader #readerbot au #repairbot au #repairbot reader au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #nottheworstending #I love u op

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sj-ficrecs · 4 years ago

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1,000+ followers fic rec!

Recently noticed at some point a little while ago I passed 1,000 followers on this page! In honor of that here’s another fic rec of some good ones I’ve been reading lately. As usual, no specific order.

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE!

(Hopefully this shows up in tags bc my last one didn’t & tumblr wouldn’t fix it)

Thanks to @whimsicalrogers for this divider I’m using below :)

Bucky x reader:

3B by @softlybarnes Bucky x reader

“Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye.”

(un)cool by @belowva rockstar!Bucky x reader

“in the summer of 1973, after covering the howling commandos’ concert for a night, you - a young and inexperienced music journalist - accidentally end up following the up and coming band from new york city across the country. between shows, parties, backstage nonsense, interviews and failed attempts at writing a cover story for rolling stone magazine, you end up developing a love/hate relationship with their brooding, but devilishly handsome, guitarist james “call me bucky” barnes. (based on “almost famous”)”

Your Song by @summergrls Rockstar!Bucky x reader

“it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.”

Last Love by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.”

Remember Me by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones?”

Cake by @tellmealovestory (Part of the Something More universe) Modern!Bucky x reader

“The wedding plans continue as you and Bucky try to decide on a cake flavor.”

My Eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.”

The Mess by @sanguineterrain Bucky x Avenger!reader

“A wild night in Vegas changes everything between you and Bucky. Suddenly, all eyes are on you and you’re left wondering just how much can change between you and a man whose guts you hate (and who also hates yours).”

The Devil Has Lilith by @write-orflight Bucky x reader, soulmate AU

“They say your soulmate is supposed to be the one person you love unconditionally. So why did they make yours so insufferable?”

College!Bucky series / Couldn’t Be Me by @drunken-imagines College!Bucky x reader

Bucky is a known fuck boy trying to win over reader

Best of Friends by @anna-phora Modern!Bucky x reader

“When your best friend steals marries Bucky’s best friend, the two of you are left with only one solution: to become best friends yourselves.”

Back to You by @celestialbarnes Modern!ex-Bucky x reader

“desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much.”

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by @luminnara Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

“When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!“

Friends Don’t by @watchtowerindistress Bucky x reader

“Reader is in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky Barnes. Rule #1: no feelings - so don’t get attached (written by Bucky). Rule #2: don’t ever stay over (written by (Y/N)). After a fateful mission, one of them is going to break all the rules.”

Just a Touch by @buckychrist Bucky x reader

“Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.”

Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan Modern!Bucky x Artist!reader

“Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.”

A Long Ways Away by @ai-unknown Bucky x reader

“Connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far, if it means making you smile.”

No Rest for the Wicked by @abovethesmokestacks Trucker!Bucky x reader

Based upon this ask: “i have the absolute weirdest urge today to get railed by trucker!bucky in a motel in like southern florida🤨 and it’s late too, maybe 3-4 am. the place is kinda seedy & it’s rlly humid and hot outside & the ac barely works so we’d both be sweating a lot but it makes it hotter”

Meanwhile in Louisiana by @multifandomwriter Bucky x reader

“You are Sam’s best friend and you meet Bucky when Sam organizes a party down at the docks.”

A Tender Heart by @river-soul Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader

“You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit.”

Steve x reader:

Jane Doe by @justkending Modern!Steve x reader

“They weren’t next door neighbors, but they did live in the same apartment complex. However, they were on completely different sides of the complex. Steve always sees her across the way doing her daily routines and way about life on her balcony from his own. Something about her has him checking in on her from across the way when he can… She’s intriguing and has a way about her life that he finds calming and captivating. He wants to know more about who she is, but there’s no non-creepy way of approaching a neighbor that doesn’t know you exist. Is there?”

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gohyuck · 4 years ago

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nct/wayv members represented in this collab: ot23

basis of the collab: rockstars/musicians!au but they aren’t idols, modern day doesn’t have a pandemic raging

deadline: as of right now, december 31st 2021 but it can be moved into 2022 if necessary

minimum word count: 7k

based on the band au my anons and i have been writing on my other blog; more information under the cut... note that members’ instruments and stuff are liable to change!

i’ll be adding everyone in the collab to a discord server and we can switch things around and discuss them in that server!

details under the cut.

the year is 1972, and yuta nakamoto is fucking pissed.

governments - yes, all of them - are shit, the people of the world are tearing themselves apart just to serve the few who are wealthiest, there is racism and sexism and homophobia and everything other negative -ism and -phobia you can think of ingrained into the skins of everyday humans who can only feel everyday hatred. life, on the whole, is terrifying mundane and horribly overstimulating, somehow simultaneously.

the year is 1972, yuta nakamoto is angrier at The System than he’s ever been, but, unlike before, he finally thinks that he’s going to do something about it. armed with nothing but a guitar, youthful bullheadedness, and a notebook full of lyrics, he does what anyone in his position would do: he starts a rock band.

taeil (vocals, rhythm guitar): @prettyjaems

yuta (frontman, vocals, bass guitar): @gohyuck

jaehyun (vocals, lead guitar, doubles as manager): @moonlit-jeno

jungwoo (vocals, electric guitar): @domjaehyun

winwin (vocals, drums (and keyboard in the studio if needed)): @loviejaehyun

the year is 2002, and ten lee loves people but hates what the world can do to them.

as technology grows, so do threats - as people become more open with love, others become more outright in hate. fear has an iron-fisted grip on the people of the world, one that can’t be loosened as easily as ten wishes it could. he doesn’t even have words when it comes to the government, or to the rich, or to those who oppress when they might aid instead.

the year is 2002, ten lee wants to remind the world of love in the face of hate, and in between college classes and volunteering and a million other things, he decides to do something about it. with a voice that’ll make him a star one day and inspired by his favorite band from the 70s, he does exactly what you’d expect him to: he starts a pop punk band that veers into alternative and hard rock and maybe even r&b, sometimes.

johnny (vocals, drums): @heychan

taeyong (vocals, keyboard): @ceruleanskies

kun (vocals, lead guitar): @wonjaekook

ten (frontman, lead vocals): @yeosang-ponytail

doyoung (vocals, bass guitar, doubles as manager): @markresonates

the year is 2020, and jeno lee is a college junior, which should be the most of his worries but is somehow the least.

the government still sucks - yes, all governments, surprise, surprise! - and the people are starting to suck more and more as every day passes. sure, school is swamping him and he has a social life to balance with work and internships and anything and everything else he has going on, but jeno starts every day by checking the news app on his phone and, hell, if that won’t kill any urge to do anything, he doesn’t know what will.

the year is 2020, and you know the drill by now. jeno’s always loved playing the guitar and writing lyrics on his own time, performing for his family and sometimes his friends, too. hell, his friends have had a ragtag ‘band’ since his freshman year, but chenle and jisung had been juniors in high school then, making band practice a rarity. inspired by his favorite bands from the 70s, he can’t help but feel like he almost has an obligation to churn out protest music and love songs alike in a world that’s quickly forgetting how to love at all.

mark (their manager, underground rap is more his thing): @lucas-wongs

renjun (lead vocals, rhythm guitar): @waithyuck

jeno (frontman, screamer (sometimes), vocals, lead guitar): @byunbaekby

haechan (vocals, screamer (sometimes), drums/keyboard): @yongiefilms

jaemin (vocals, bass guitar): @meow-bebe

chenle (vocals, keyboard/drums): @dreamyyang

jisung (other manager, sometimes helps write lyrics and they always (always!) credit him when he does so): @imhyuckedup119

yangyang (ex-drummer, now underground rapper): @moondustaeil

the year is... still 2020, and xiaojun is a college senior who’s pretty much in the same boat jeno is.

he’s just not that big of a rock fan, if he’s being honest. yes, the government sucks, and yes, everything is bad, but music is an escape for him, and he wants to keep it that way. the real world is bad enough as it is, and even though he takes it upon himself to speak up and speak out as often as possible, music is his refuse. when his guitar is in his hands, the world melts away.

the year is 2020, and xiaojun wants to make others feel safe. inspired by his favorite band from the 00s, he wants to make people feel love again. he wants to wrap listeners in his music and give them comfort. he does exactly what anyone like him would do: he starts a band. their genre isn’t as rigid, and it’s really more of a go-with-the-flow type thing. he guesses that they’re a cross between indie and folk and alternative and some r&b and anything and everything in between.

lucas (rap, drums): @puppywritings

xiaojun (frontman, vocals, lead guitar): @neonun-au

hendery (vocals, rhythm guitar): @itsapapisongo

shotaro (vocals, keyboard): @jungwooisms

sungchan (rap, bass guitar): @nowthislookslikeajobforme

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lifeinahole27 · 4 years ago

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CS ff: “Christmas Miss-mas” (au)

Summary: It’s been a year since they saw each other, after the previous year’s disastrous events, but what the two remember is hardly what it seems. One basement, three different events.

Rating: T

A/N: Hiiiii @ouatpost. I feel like you should’ve known it was me from the moment I went “Well, this is going to be laaaaate,” because that’s what I seem to do every damn year. BUT! I have this completed and just in the nick of time for the end of 2020! I hope you enjoy! I had much grander visions for this, but thanks to work (we have a trio of new employees we’re trying to wrangle and it’s uhhhhh not going well at all) and a slew of dumb complications (this morning’s was waking up to a pinched nerve in my neck) I was just happy to be able to get words on the page for you, hopefully in an order that pleases you, with some details you shared that you enjoy reading! It’s not as grand as I wanted, but I do hope it’s still to your liking. <3

Thank you @cssecretsanta2020 for another awesome year, and for knocking me back into my writing. You are a rockstar and deserve so many fruit baskets in gratitude.

-x-

Christmas Party 2019

As far as parties go, Mary Margaret and David Nolan’s Christmas Party has always been Emma’s favorite. For as long as she’s been a Storybrooke resident, there’s been a party to go to. Back when she was fifteen and freshly adopted by David’s mother, Ruth, the parties were a little different. They drank sparkling grape juice and hung out in the farmhouse’s basement.

That’s where David met Mary Margaret his senior year of high school, where they officially decided to start dating the week after, and where he asked her to marry him four years later.

When Ruth passed away the year after they were married, David moved back into the farmhouse with Mary Margaret, and the two of them began restoring the house. Now, after all these years, the house is exactly what the two of them have always wanted with the recent addition of a nursery for their upcoming child.

What does any of this have to do with Emma? Well, with David as her brother, she’s expected to be at the party every year. She also offered to help with whatever Mary Margaret needed since she’s due next month and she knows the expectant mother is going to go overboard as usual. And while she’s never had the urge or need to cancel in the past, she fervently wishes she could this year.

For the first time in a year, she’s going to be facing Killian – former best friend, complicated story… the man she thought was the love of her life, if she’s being 100% honest. Her stomach flutters, thinking about how David had casually mentioned Killian was back in town. They’ve done just fine avoiding each other since last year, but with Killian’s own invitation to the party implied, she knows that their streak is likely to end tonight.

In the event that this is the case, Emma has spared no attention to detail for her outfit. She’s strong. She’s independent. And she certainly doesn’t need a man in her life to make it valid. So what if she wants to remind Killian of everything he’s missing out on? The red dress hugs her body, and is probably lower cut than she usually wears around her brother, but she doesn’t care.

Makeup? Perfect. Hair? Flawless. Jewelry? The earrings are from Killian, and she tries to ignore the way that makes her feel as she secures the backing. With one last fluff of her hair and a quick check to make sure she didn’t get lipstick on her teeth, Emma takes a bracing breath and grabs her coat as she walks out of her apartment.

-x-

Alone in a room in Granny’s B&B, Killian stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror with dread crossing his features. He checks his pocket watch one last time, knowing he has to leave if he’s to make it there fashionably late instead of just plain tardy.

It’s been almost a full year since he saw Emma last.

He can hardly remember a time before that where they went more than a week without seeing each other, not to mention talking or texting every day. For years, the two of them had been inseparable, since the first time they met. He braces himself on the edge of the sink as he thinks about the series of parties they’ve lived through together, looking at himself only once he feels the pain fade from his expression.

While he’s always looked forward to The Nolan Christmas Party in the past, he’s sure Emma wants nothing to do with him after what happened last year. He’s still not sure how exactly he went from total euphoria one moment to losing his best friend, the woman he loves, all in the next moment.

Loves.

Bloody hell, but it’s true. He still loves her with every dark corner of his heart, not that it matters much. Etched into his memory is the look she gave him after… just after.

With one last heavy sigh at the lost moments and memories, Killian checks his reflection for the last time. He looks like shit, as he confirms as he glances over his reflection. At least he went for a haircut and shaved down his beard before tonight. Liam had taken to calling him Chuck, after Tom Hanks’ character on Castaway, and asking him if he’d lost Wilson again.

Right. Time to face the past. He slips on his jacket and heads out the door.

Christmas Party 2015

It’s not every day you meet your equal in the basement of someone else’s house, but that’s how Killian and Emma meet.

Emma wanders down to the unfinished basement to quietly raid the cookies she knows Mary Margaret didn’t put out and finds a man sitting on the half-finished bar. By next year, Emma’s sure this area, too, will be up and running for the yearly party and she can’t wait.

But back to the stranger sitting in her brother’s basement.

“Hi there,” she says when she hits the bottom step.

His head jerks up and he lurches off the bar, glancing up to look at the door Emma shut behind her. “Bollocks,” he mutters, hanging his head again and dragging himself back to where he’d been sitting.

“What’s going on?” Emma asks, looking between the guy she still doesn’t know and the basement door. Was he waiting for someone else? Disappointed that it’s not another woman that wandered down here? Or man? She doesn’t know what he’s into, but far be it for her to judge.

“Welcome to the basement party. Population is now two, and you are also stuck down here.” He’s brooding, clearly, but he has to be lying.

Emma jogs back up the stairs and tries the door, surprised to find that the handle doesn’t budge. It’s locked. How is it locked? Why is it locked?

“David!” Emma yells out as she bangs on the door. “David, the door is locked!”

“He won’t hear you,” the man says from the bottom of the staircase. “The speaker seems to be precisely in a location that’s drowning out all sound from the door. And there’s too many people moving around for anyone to hear the ruckus I’ve been making against the ceiling for the last half hour.”

“Fuck. You’re not kidding?”

“Nope.”

“Great.”

“Aye. Well, nice to meet you, lass. I’m Killian Jones. I tagged along with Will.” He jumps off the bar again to hold out his hand to her.

“Emma Swan. Sister of the host. And apparently locked down in my brother’s basement with a complete stranger.”

“You can’t call us complete strangers if we already know each other’s names.”

“That’s flimsy logic, and you know it,” Emma says, crossing her arms after extracting her hand from his. He’s flirting with her? At a time like this?

“Ah, but now we’ve got time to get acquainted, it seems,” he says, holding out his arms to indicate the empty space they’re occupying.

She should be disappointed about missing the party, but it’s quickly obvious that all the good food is stashed down here, as are all of Emma’s favorite cookies. And while the bar and surrounding basement might not be finished yet, there’s a good selection of wine and beer already in stock. And, if she’s being honest with herself, he’s certainly nice to look at. She’s curious to see if the personality matches the looks.

Emma finds the cushions for the outdoor furniture and throws them on the floor as she and Killian graze the offerings like a picnic. They pass the time by talking shit about the people they don’t like at the party, and she’s surprised by how easily she gets along with him already.

As the time ticks by, she finds herself laughing, enjoying herself more than if she’d been upstairs getting shitfaced and avoiding said people she doesn’t like.

The music cuts out at 11pm, and while it would be the perfect opportunity for either one of the trapped guests to make noise to get rescued, both of them are fast asleep, stretched out on cushions with Killian’s suit jacket draped over Emma’s shoulders.

At 11:30pm when the last guests finally head out, David heads to the basement to get a fresh box of trash bags and finds Emma asleep with a man he only briefly met at the start of the party.

“Emma?”

She startles awake, sitting up and blinking at David in confusion.

“What are you doing down here?” he asks, noticing that Killian is still out solid.

“Killian and I got locked down here. Your door sucks,” Emma grumbles, just avoiding rubbing her eyes so she doesn’t smear her makeup. “Killian. Hey. Wake up.” With a few shoves of his shoulder, Emma rouses her companion. “David, I’m staying in the guest room. And you’re out of Malbec.”

“Noted,” David says, still very befuddled with everything going on. “Killian? Do you need to crash here for the night? I know you arrived with Will but he left with Belle over an hour ago.”

“I don’t want to impose,” Killian says, sounding more alert than Emma would’ve expected after how fast asleep he was.

“You’re not,” she tells him. “I’ll give you a ride home in the morning.”

It’s this, more than anything, which makes David raise his eyebrows in surprise. He hasn’t seen Emma take this fast to anyone… almost ever. Here she is falling asleep near and offering a ride to someone David knows by reputation alone. (Said reputation is a mixed bag from some questionable sources, so he will do his best to reserve judgement despite his protective instincts firing up.)

Even as David helps Killian get settled on the couch, Emma is puttering around with a blanket and pillow, explaining where everything is if Killian should need it. When David and Emma get upstairs to the entrance to both his bedroom (a single glance shows Mary Margaret face-down on the bed without even changing) and the guest room, he goes to ask the obvious, but Emma just smiles.

“Goodnight, David. Go tend to your wife,” she says with an affectionate smile. She hugs him and walks into the room, closing the door behind her.

What on Earth just happened? he wonders.

Christmas Party 2019

Getting to the Nolan household early means more than just helping set everything up. It also means getting to spend time with her sister-in-law before the chaos of the party begins.

Emma heads straight to the office on the first floor and hangs her coat on the rolling rack they have specifically for this purpose. She takes a deep breath and goes to find Mary Margaret to get the other woman off her feet as much as possible.

As they finish the party preparations, Emma happily listens to the town gossip and the baby updates.

“You know Killian will be here tonight, right?” Mary Margaret’s question is tentative. She doesn’t really know what happened between the two of them, but she’s never pushed. Emma is pretty sure she knows the depth of Emma’s feelings for Killian, so the fact that she a) never told him (notoriously bad secret-keeper that she is) and b) never harassed Emma for any information she didn’t willingly give has been a huge relief.

“I thought I’d heard that rumor,” Emma says, trying to keep her voice calm and even. She can do this. She can come face to face with the man she loves… Loved? She stops herself from sighing, not even sure if she managed to shuffle that into the past tense.

“I just wanted you to be prepared,” Mary Margaret says, still doing her best not to pry even though Emma can hear that note in her voice that screams of curiosity.

Emma just smiles, shaking her head and putting the finishing touches on the charcuterie board she’s been painstakingly assembling. “How’s that?” she asks when she’s done, taking a picture of the whole butcher’s block and going to show her so Mary Margaret doesn’t have to get up.

“Perfect. You know, in another life you could’ve been a party planner,” the other woman remarks, and Emma chuckles under her breath.

In another life, that’s what she wanted to do. But somehow, she found her niche in bail bonds, instead, enjoying the hunt a little more than she thought she would. Sure, it takes her away from home sometimes. She’s a member of multiple hotel preferred programs and top tier in all of them at this point.

There’s something about the chase that’s always thrilled her. It’s something new and exciting at every turn, and there’s something extra satisfying about catching people that otherwise thought they could slip away unnoticed from their bad deeds.

But thanks to her passion for details specifically at social gatherings, Emma easily plays co-host and makes sure to circulate once the guests start arriving.

She’s in the office hanging up Ruby’s coat when she turns and runs directly into someone. Someone that smells far too familiar, who feels familiar against where her hands are braced on his chest. Her stomach clenches for multiple reasons and she thinks about running, but something compels her to look up, to meet his eyes.

“Swan,” he whispers. His hand is on her waist from when they collided, and she can feel the warmth of his skin, longs for the way that hand has touched her with casual intimacy for so many years now.

“Killian.” Her voice is hoarse all of a sudden, and she swallows in order to continue, to say anything to him, to ask him why. “I can’t… I can’t do this,” she says instead, breaking away and exiting the room as quickly as she can.

-x-

He knew it wouldn’t be easy seeing her again, and had all hopes that he wouldn’t be met with hostility or hatred. Her sad confusion, however, may hurt even more. He doesn’t know how they ended up like this. He still replays last year over and over searching for the details that may unlock her radio silence for a whole bloody year but with how that night played out, he can only assume that what happened was a mistake to her.

Emma is still the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. No matter where she goes throughout the party, he can catch sight of her glowing and schmoozing. She’s a delight, a natural-born socialite without the reputation of one.

Multiple times, he finds her near. He doesn’t move when he notices her, too terrified of scaring her off. But sooner or later she realizes he’s close and swiftly finds herself a new task to attend to, thus leaving him lurking and definitely sulking in a corner.

Halfway through the event, he can’t take it anymore. It’s impossible being in proximity with Emma and not being able to talk to her and interact with her as he used to. Right after the party last year, he got called back to England. His brother, still living in London, had called to alert him of his father’s passing. The next year was an endless battle of selling off the old man’s house and possessions, and also celebrating the birth of Liam’s first child.

Since he was only able to come back for brief moments, Will had sublet his room in their apartment and Killian would stay at Granny’s when he would come back.

He was in town for Emma’s birthday, but he never saw her, never managed to text her, never heard from her…

Tonight? It’s obvious that what’s between them will never be fixed. Along with that, he fears his heart may never mend.

Christmas Party 2018

Emma was right - the finished basement is even better than she could’ve imagined. The difference between sitting down here this time and the first time is that she and Killian aren’t stuck. They’re just hiding out for a bit to escape the party. Around them are the remnants of a bottle of rum, a plate of cookies and chocolates, and way more cheesy potatoes than she meant to steal but she panicked.

“So what are we doing for New Years?” Emma asks as she leans back against the wall behind the bar. Now that the door to the upstairs doesn’t lock, they’ve taken to literally hiding from anyone that might find them. The bar is tall enough that someone would have to come around or lean over it to actually see them which works perfectly fine for her.

“Whatever your heart desires, love. As long as I get my cheeky kiss at midnight, you know I’m a happy man.”

She smiles, thinking of the previous year’s “cheeky kiss” which was truly a kiss on his cheek. There was no one she wanted to kiss at midnight, and Killian was standing next to her. And she couldn’t very well imagine another year without a New Years kiss so she grabbed his face and planted a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek above his beard. He’d worn that kiss the rest of the night.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get your kiss,” she remarks, turning to do it again but doesn’t anticipate that he’s turning towards her as well, and instead kisses him directly on the lips.

It was probably out of surprise that they sat there for a few seconds like that, lips pressed together. And then he kisses her back. He tastes like rum and chocolate as his tongue slips out to taste her lips, and she can’t help but sigh into the kiss.

His lips feel like she always imagined they would. She’s been curious in the past but what they have is far too precious for her to mess up with sex, so she never made a move. But there have been lonely nights where she pretended that their snuggling during movies was more than platonic, that holding his hand was something real. She’s woken up to his arm around her more times than she can count but the dream always fades by the time he opens his eyes and brings her back to reality.

This, however, is unearthing every desire and wish she’d ever had for what the two of them could become. This is giving her a vivid picture of snowed-in nights and lazy Sunday mornings. Of interrupting Killian’s work at his little desk in the corner of his room to climb into his lap and do her best to distract him. Of making him breakfast at the loft and giving up in order to be pulled into his embrace and tightly held against him.

As if he can hear her thoughts and is making up for lost time, she feels Killian’s hand snake around her waist to pull her closer, until her legs are thrown over his lap and they’re as close as they can be without her straddling him. The food around them is forgotten; the bottle of rum - thankfully capped - knocked over in their haste.

It’s right when their hands start decidedly less innocent wandering that Emma thinks that they should maybe slow down, especially since they’re still in the basement and the party's still going on above their heads.

“Wait,” she says, her voice husky as her hand caresses his cheek. He pulls back, as if startled to find that it was her he was making out with the whole time. If she had to label the expression on his face, it would have to be named Panic, and she starts to wonder why that might be.

“There you are! What are you two doing down here?” David’s voice from over the bar startles them out of the moment entirely.

Killian scrambles to stand up. “Not a thing, mate. Enjoying your sister’s favorite dish in some peace and quiet.” He at least has the decency to hold out a hand to help her up, but when she’s on her feet he already feels like he’s a million miles away.

“Emma? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says, forcing a smile and extracting her hand out of Killian’s and moving around the bar. “Need help with anything?”

David starts talking about wine and crackers and Emma moves on autopilot behind him, walking away from Killian and feeling her heart ice over as she does.

Nothing. It meant nothing to him, she thinks as they climb the stairs and move back to the party. So that’s what she would treat it as.

She doesn’t turn back to see Killian still bracing himself on the bar, his expression conflicted and longing.

Two days later, before she could figure out if things were going to go back to normal, she finds out Killian is gone. His few belongings are in the apartment storage and Will is subletting his room. She had dodged all his calls, but the fact that he left without a goodbye was telling enough.

And just like that, her best friendship and her heart were broken in the same instance.

Christmas Party 2019

He’s not even sure how long he’s been hidden away in the basement, only that he has no desire to make his way back to the party. Surely, there must be a way for him to sneak out without anyone noticing. It was a mistake to attend tonight.

With intent to do just that, to skulk out without catching attention, Killian moves to stand but promptly halts when he hears footsteps coming down the stairs. He pushes himself closer to the bar to hide in the shadows, willing the intruder to leave as quickly as possible.

He keeps his head tucked down to avoid being noticed, so imagine his surprise when it’s Emma’s voice that reaches his ears.

“Just had to go and take our hiding spot,” she says quietly, and he lifts his head to see her standing at the opening of the bar, a plate of cookies in one hand, a bowl of cheesy potatoes in the other, and a beer tucked beneath her arm.

She walks a little closer, stopping at the end of the bar and placing down her bounty before sliding onto the last barstool.

Taking it as a cue that she’s not going to run from him, Killian stands and rummages in the small fridge for a beer of his own.

“Not running this time?” He asks as he cracks it open.

“I’m too tired,” she says, propping her head up with the hand not picking at the cookies.

He takes a step closer, grabbing her bottle and popping off the cap.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, and hesitates just a moment more before she’s pushing her plate of cookies towards him.

They’re silent for a moment, the music just barely reaching their seclusion.

“You look beautiful tonight, Swan.”

There’s a hint of a smile, but she only dips her head in gratitude as she continues to graze.

“Listen, love. I still don’t know what’s happened between us, but I have been bloody miserable without you this last year. You add color to my life. Without you it’s been… so grey. So underwhelming. I miss you. Please - I’ll do whatever’s in my power to make things right again, but please let us be friends, at the very least.”

“I’m not nothing,” she responds after another moment. She’s looking him directly in the eyes this time and he sees a world of hurt and sadness there.

“What?”

“I’m not nothing. Never was. Never will be.”

“Of course you’re not nothing. Why would…”

And then he realizes it. Realizes exactly what he said at a most critical time between them.

“Oh, fuck me,” he mutters, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “Emma, that’s not what I meant. You most definitely aren’t nothing. You’re everything. You were - still are! - my everything.”

“Then why did you get so defensive with David?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I’d finally had you in my arms where I wanted you. I didn’t want you running off.” He winces, giving her a sheepish look. “Which you did anyway, but I promise, love. You misunderstood. I wanted you to have time to process. I didn’t want your brother in our business so soon after that moment.”

“Why didn’t you come back? Why didn’t you try calling me?”

“I did. Before I left. I wanted nothing more than to see you before I went to London. So when you ignored my calls, I figured it was best to leave it at that. It’s why I stayed away so long.”

“I thought you thought it was a mistake. That kissing me was a mistake,” she admits.

“That kiss was the best bloody idea either of us ever had. It’s everything that came after that should’ve never happened.”

-x-

Hearing Killian admit that kissing her was definitely not a mistake goes a long way in healing Emma’s heart. It’s what helps her ease off the stool and move closer to where he’s standing until she’s right in front of him.

“Not a mistake?”

“No,” he answers promptly.

“Neither of us will be running?”

“Nope.”

“Good,” Emma says, closing the final inches between them and kissing him softly.

At the wrecked noise he makes, she’s lost to it all. What starts as a soft, simple kiss quickly turns heady. Her hands end up along his face and into his hair while his hand is on her lower back, urging her closer.

“Did you drive?” Emma asks, her hand dropping down to his tie.

“Aye. And other than this beer I haven’t been drinking.”

“To my place?”

He doesn’t respond with words, instead bending to kiss her again before they come up with their plan to escape.

In the morning, Emma wakes up to Killian’s arm wrapped around her and everything finally feels like it’s back in place.

Christmas 2020

For the first time since Emma has lived in Storybrooke, the Nolan Christmas Party is cancelled.

Instead, everyone boots up their computers or phones, opting for facetime celebrations instead of in-person ones.

Cooped up in her tiny loft, Emma is just fine with this. A nice little spread of finger foods and cookies is on the coffee table, and Killian collapses next to her, already in his pajamas as she starts the call to David and Mary Margaret.

“Merry Christmas!” the other couple greets while baby Leo babbles happily in David’s lap.

“Happy Christmas,” Killian greets while Emma gives her own sentiments. She snuggles into his side as the call continues, feeling like she’s right where she’s meant to be.

And this time there’s no basement involved.

#cs fanfic #captain swan ff #cs ff au #cs secret santa 2020 #sarah writes ff

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kjhmyg · 5 years ago

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rough edges pt. 5 (m)

pairing: jungkook | (f) reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk warnings: mentions of drugs, implied sex, cursing, violence, alcohol, drinking word count: 10K

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author’s note: hello everyone, i know there are lots of things going on in the world right now. i hope that my writing can provide, for those of you who need it, some form of temporary escapism. at the same time i have reblogged posts with info on how you can help if you wish to. anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter i’m sorry for taking so long heh. love u guys!

Students bustle about the lawn, heading in different directions towards the booths that line the footpath. You’ve spent most of your day manning the track and field booth, handing out flyers to freshmen. Up until ten minutes ago, it wasn’t too bad. But as morning classes end, the area starts to fill up with the second years and above, probably with the excitement of having freshmen around. You try your best not to get pushed around as you scan the area for your boyfriend.

“He’s all the way on the other side.” Sunhee says, having observed you for a while. “You know, where all the other frats are.”

“Oh.” You sigh. “Do you think I could slip away for a while? You have enough people here.”

Sunhee looks around and thinks about it. Along with the two of you, other members are present as well, making sure all areas of the booth are covered. “But I wanna come with.” She pouts, knowing full well she can’t leave the booth, being in charge for today’s event.

“Please?”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t be long.” She gives in, handing you a stack of flyers. “Pass these out while you’re there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m coming with!” Hana chimes in, standing from where she was seated on the grass. She grabs you by the wrist and makes a run for it before Sunhee can object and you slow down to a stop when you’re far enough, giggling as you catch your breath.

You scan the area again, keeping a lookout for familiar faces. Hana shakes her head. “You look like a kid about to meet her favourite rockstar at a concert.”

“Shut up. I miss him.” You mutter, shoving flyers carelessly to people as you pass them by.

“You saw each other this morning. And last night.” She adds. You pause and look at her from the corner of your eye. “I heard you.”

“You did?” She waves her hand, dismissing the apology that’s about to come out of your mouth. “I’m so sorry. We’ll keep it down next time.”

“There’s no going back.” She sighs. “You’re whipped.”

“Am not.”

“Right.” She nodded, a smirk on her face.

“Just because I miss him all the time doesn’t mean I’m whipped.” You defend yourself, though you realise how that doesn’t help your case.

“Alright, alright.” She resigns. She takes on a more serious tone right after. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious. What is it?” When you stop in your tracks, she urges you to carry on walking, checking her surroundings before speaking.

“So I’ve been hearing lots of rumours recently...something about a faculty member involved with drugs.”

“What?” You stop again and she pulls you along.

“I’m not sure who started the rumour or how true it is.” She looks at the ground as she speaks. “But I thought you’d wanna know. You know, cause…”

“Jungkook.”

“Yeah.” She gives you a sympathetic smile. “I mean, there’s a chance it could be false.”

“Could be.” You get lost in your thoughts. If the rumour is true, why would Jungkook risk dealing with a staff member?

“Anyway,” Hana flings her arm over your shoulder. “Let’s just find him so you can exchange saliva and then we can get back to the booth before the other members realise we’re gone.” You pinch her side at the subtle remark she thought you would miss.

Soon you reach the area where guys and girls are on separate sides, making the most noise to attract future pledges. You try to ignore the obnoxious yelling, walking past the booths until you find the one with faces you recognise. A big grin appears on your face when you see him.

You squeeze past groups of people in your way to get to him. He stands by his booth with a couple of girls from Eta Iota. They laugh at whatever he says and he revels in the attention he’s getting, as apparent from his big smile and creased eyes. But their conversation is cut short when he looks up and notices you, body suddenly on autopilot as he excuses himself and walks away from the girls, over to you instead.

He engulfs you in a big hug. You ignore looks from the girls as they disperse. “I was just walking around. Thought I would drop by your booth.”

“Huh.” Hana interjects. “She practically begged to be able to leave so she could come see you.”

“Shut up.” She bolts off before you can try and reach for her.

Jungkook lifts your chin towards him and presses his lips onto yours in a slow, gentle kiss. The fabric of his shirt bunches up in your fists. He tastes so sweet. You just can’t get enough of each other. You almost lose yourself in the kiss till the sound of someone clearing their throat brings you back.

“Keep it PG guys, we’re still on campus.” Jimin says, arms folded with a look of disgust on his face.

Jungkook’s lips glisten with saliva and you lick your own lips at the sight of it. So pretty and tempting. But heat creeps up your cheeks when you remember where you’re in the middle of an event with hundreds of students around you.

“Hey Jimin.” You greet him properly when you finally remove yourself from Jungkook. His hand remains on your waist. But Jimin’s eyes are no longer on you. A group of girls huddled around the sorority booth behind you has his attention for now.

“Did you come all the way here just for me?” You turn your attention back to Jungkook. Of course you did and he knows it.

“No.” You avoid his eyes. “I was just walking by and I saw you.”

“What a coincidence then.” He taps the tip of your nose and your lips form a tiny pout.

“Hey,” Hana appears next to you again, holding a little gift bag with a cookie inside and the Eta Iota logo plastered in the middle. “Maybe we should pledge. They seem kinda cool.”

Jungkook snorts, earning questioning looks from the two of you. “What? You guys aren’t really the sorority type.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“Well you know,” he fidgets. “Sororities do a lot socialising. And fun things. Not that you guys aren’t fun or anything. You are⎯ But you’re different⎯ You’re cool⎯”

“Smooth.” Jimin comments. “Anyway, I fully support this. If you join them, we'll get to spend more time together. We’re close with Etas."

"Oh. I'm out then." Hana says with a playful smile and Jungkook notes the way Jimin’s falter.

“In case you change your mind, next week is rush week. So we’ll probably be hosting some parties.” Jimin says. “You guys should come. Get a feel of the greek life.”

Jungkook’s phone vibrates just then and he pulls away from you after checking the screen. “I gotta take this.” He says, walking some steps away.

“Speaking of which, are you guys coming tonight?” Jimin asks, turning your attention back to him.

“For what?”

“Jungkook didn’t tell you?”

You look over at him, back turned to you. “Nope. You guys having a party tonight?”

Jimin calls out to Taehyung. He jogs over from where he’s standing and looks as happy to see you as he always is. “Hello!” He hugs you first and nods towards Hana, then goes back to Jimin’s side. “What’s up?”

“You didn’t invite them for tonight?”

“Oh of course you guys are invited!” He grins. “It’s my birthday party. We’re gonna head to the club that just opened downtown and have some drinks. Join us!”

“Your birthday?” You squint. “Wasn’t your birthday four months ago?”

“Yeah but I didn’t get to celebrate it with you guys.” He shrugs. “Come out and have fun with us okay?”

“Sure.”

Taehyung beams, the excitement on his face apparent. Jungkook comes back shoving his phone away quickly. With a hand on your elbow, he pulls you aside. “I gotta go, I’ll call you later okay?” He pinches your cheek when you frown.

“You’re leaving?”

“There’s something I gotta take care of.” He grabs his bag, stored under the table at their booth. Surely, he isn’t going to work? You think it’s better if you don’t ask. “Love you.” He says, pressing his lips to your forehead before going on his way.

“Where the hell are you going?” Jimin yells, when he realises this.

Jungkook turns, walking backwards with a smile on his face. “Something came up, sorry!” His apology gets lost among the sea of people he disappears into, and you only manage to catch a glimpse of him running across the lawn as he goes. Jimin groans, walking off to complain to the others.

“Is Jungkook coming tonight?” You ask Taehyung, walking back to him.

“Dunno. He knows about it. Not sure if he’d come though.” Taehyung shrugs, then walks back to his booth as he waves to the two of you. “See you later!”

“See you.” You say. Your shoulders slump as you let out a sigh. When you turn to Hana, she gives you a comforting smile and hooks her arm over your shoulder again, offering you her cookie.

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You: you coming to celebrate Tae’s birthday tonight?

Jungkook: nah.

You: I’ll be there

You: don’t you wanna see me :(

Jungkook: i’ll pick you up after?

You: [IMG_0394.jpg]

Jungkook: what the fuck

Jungkook: is that what you’re wearing

You: idk how to act in this dress. You better be there to make sure I behave.

Jungkook: are you doing this on purpose

You: yes

You: so i’ll see you there?

Your last message was sent five hours ago. Read, yet not replied. Sitting in the car you’re sharing with Jimin and the others, you check the chat once again just in case. “Bet you two shots of tequila he won’t show up,” Jimin whispers, leaning in close. You narrow your eyes at him. Hana called shotgun and is in the passenger’s seat while Taehyung drives. Unfortunately, you’re stuck at the back, in the middle seat no less because the middle seat makes me dizzy, said Jimin back at the house.

“You trying to get drunk quick huh?”

“No, I’m trying to get you drunk.”

“He’ll be there.” The confidence you attempt to display only has half its effect as Jimin rolls his eyes and looks away.

Your attention turns back to your screen, waiting till the screen goes black. Turning to your left, where Hoseok is, you realise he’s already staring. You only manage a small, pressed smile before looking elsewhere, wondering if he had seen your messages too.

𝄖𝄖

“Has he said anything yet?” Suga asks directly into Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook maintains his composure. Judging by the smile on Mr. Kim’s face, it’s not so bad. At least he hopes so. “Well, he hasn’t said anything bad.” They exchange glances then turn back to their boss, sitting in the VIP section of the club on the second floor, designed for a little privacy or whatever the booths and translucent curtains can offer.

They stand by the glass barrier which overlooks the dancefloor. It’s a good spot which allows them to keep an eye on the club while staying at a distance. Much less people up here too, which means more room to breathe. Suga rests his hands on the railing, looking down at the mass of people below.

Jungkook taps his side urgently. Kim is getting ready to leave, gathering up his things and shaking the hands of his guests. A couple of ladies show them the way, down the stairs and out the back exit while their boss stays behind. Hands behind his back, he walks towards them with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Pretty good.” He says. Jungkook and Suga nod respectfully.

“The crowd should start to pick up soon.”

“Oh I bet.” Kim chuckles. “If things go well, you can start bringing in the drugs earlier than planned.”

He surveys the area for a while, walking to one end of the parapet and back to them. The wheels in his head seem to be turning but he doesn’t say much. Only a smile, before giving a rough pat on their shoulders. “I’ll be in touch.” His men walk in front as he follows along down the stairs and out the same exit as the others earlier.

“I think that went well.” Suga grins and Jungkook snorts at the glee on his face.

“You really got me all worried when you called.” Jungkook sighs, watching waiters and waitresses clear the empty booth. He joins Suga, resting his forearm on the barrier, eyes roaming the place. “We’re clear now. He probably won’t be back anytime soon. He rarely does spot-checks in person.”

“Didn’t you see the look on his face?” Suga wets his bottom lip. “I think he’s planning something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know but be ready for anything.” His words are unsettling but Jungkook leaves it for now. Suga ruffles the back of Jungkook’s head like he does to a kid. “You can go now. I’ll handle things tonight.”

With a twist of his face Jungkook shakes his head. “I’ll stay for a while.”

From the corner of his eye, Jungkook sees the slight surprise on Suga’s face. Usually, he’d jump at the chance to clock off early. Suga wonders if he’s finally going back to the old him. That is, until something, or someone, catches his eye.

“Oh. I see why you wanna stay.”

“Hm?”

He nods in the direction of the bar. A shimmery sky blue dress catches his eye. One that Jungkook recognises.

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“Oh this is nice,” your words insincere, “and loud.”

“It’s a club.” Jimin says, looking at you unbelievably. It’s been a while since you last stepped foot in one. Your hand is in his as he makes sure you don’t get separated from the group. Hana grabs on to your elbow as she follows behind.

Finally reaching the bar, you find an empty spot, pulling Hana along with you. Among the crowd, you spot some people you know and some you don't; all of them friends of Taehyung. He then rushes over and wraps his arms around the three of you. “Just have fun tonight guys! Hoseok’s the designated driver so don’t be shy, drink up!!” He cheers, running back to where his other friends are, already downing some shots.

“What’re you having?” Jimin asks.

“Ooh, I’ll have⎯”

“Not you.” He tilts his head to the side. “You.”

You look behind you. Hana stares back blankly but you notice the tiny smile on her lips. She’s never been one to take interest in men like Jimin. He’s much too loud for her.

“Oh my god.” You laugh. “I’ll stay out of this.” You remove yourself from your spot and switch places with Hana. She gladly entertains Jimin, whispering to you that it’s only for tonight.

You scan the shelves of bottles on display, hundreds of them, not making your choice any easier. You haven’t been to a club in a long time and the only way you would last the night in this atmosphere is if you had some alcohol in you.

Someone slips in next to you, body brushing against yours as they squeeze between others. When a hand appears on your lower back however, you tense up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone on a Friday night?” He says. Your grip his arm, wanting to push him away, until you spare him a glance.

Mirroring the silly smile on his face, you shove his hand away anyway. “I’m not alone, I’m with my friends.” You point your thumb in the direction of the others behind you.

“You look awfully lonely standing here while your friends are out there.” He gives you a once-over. “How about I keep you company?”

“No thanks.”

“Wanna go somewhere else? Somewhere with more privacy?”

“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that.”

He looks away to fight a smile forming. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Tempting...” With his back against the bar, he makes room for you between his legs and pulls you in. Your hands rest on his arm while he holds you by the waist. “You do look like the type I’d go for.” He’s distracted by the choice of lip gloss you have on, which seems to have a magnetic effect on his lips.

“Wow, you actually showed up.” Jimin hits his shoulder a little too hard and he glares at Jimin for ruining the moment yet again. “I guess I’ll have those two shots now.” He shrugs.

“As if you weren’t going to have them anyway.” You roll your eyes as you watch him watch the bartender fix them up. He downs them in seconds, wincing as it burns but enjoying it nonetheless.

“If you hadn’t shown up, she would’ve taken the shots.” Jimin lifts the empty glass in his hand as a toast.

“Aw, that would’ve been fun.” Hana snickers. She turns to you. “I haven’t seen you drunk in a while. She’s a real gem when she’s drunk.” She directs the last part to Jungkook.

“Oh I’ve had the pleasure of meeting that special lady.” Jungkook winks.

“Hey, no judging.”

Hana raises her hands in surrender but she’s interrupted by Jimin’s hands snaking around her waist. You watch as they get into a squabble. The others have dispersed, most of them on the dance floor, Taehyung in the middle of it all. Watching him gets you stirred and you drag Jungkook with you through the dancing bodies.

You find a spot in the centre and start swaying your hips against Jungkook. He keeps his hands on you as if to make sure every other person there knows you’re taken. With your back pressed against him, he leans down and captures your lips, tongue fighting for dominance as your hips grind against him. He has half a mind to take you right here in the middle of the floor.

You turn abruptly to face him, disrupting his fantasy. “I know that look.” You say into his ear. “You pervert.” Those sultry eyes of his drops to your chest, openly ogling at your cleavage. Giggling, you push his face to the side and he laughs, kissing you again. You spend close to an hour dancing, or actually, grinding against him.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You say, back at the bar, thirsty from all the dancing. Your hands run up his chest. “I missed you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I’ve spent every day with you in the past week. Every night too.” He winks and you play with his collar. “You still miss me?” You nod and he holds you closer, bringing his lips to your neck where it tickles and your shoulders raise as a reflex.

“Well, look who’s here.”

It’s a voice you recognise. And one you weren’t expecting but also glad to hear. Jungkook lifts his head up from you. Suga nods in your direction, looking at Jungkook for just a second, then back to you.

“Hi.” You say. “You’re here too?” You look at Jungkook but his face is impossible to read. He doesn’t seem surprised nor does he look angry. He must have been with Suga before this.

Suga ignores your question but tells Jungkook he’s needed somewhere. “They’re asking for you.” Is all he says and you feel Jungkook’s chest rise and fall in a sigh under your touch.

“Be right back.” He says to you regretfully, kissing your cheek. Jungkook grabs Suga by the arm as he moves to take the place next to you. They share an awkward look before he says, “Keep an eye on her for me.”

“I’d be happy to.” He smiles playfully.

Jungkook slides between bodies till he disappears in the crowd. With an elbow resting on the bar, there’s a hint of amusement in the way Suga looks at you.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing. I just didn’t think you’d be the clubbing type.”

You’re not offended, but the way he smiles makes you feel like you should be. The judgement that’s apparent on his face challenges you to prove him wrong. Even though of course, he’s right. He calls the bartender over and orders himself a vodka. The bartender’s hands get busy but she keeps her attention on you. “And for the pretty lady?” She asks.

“Oh my bad. Can I get you anything?” Suga asks. “We have iced tea.”

You ignore him and order a shot of tequila, much to his surprise. “Coming right up.” The bartender says, as she fixes up the drink. Suga watches as you down a single shot and immediately orders another.

“Is that all you’re having?” You nod to the vodka in front of him. You’re reaching for some cash in your purse when he stops you.

“It’s on the house.” He says, downing his drink. “And yes, I’m not trying to get drunk tonight. I have work to do.”

“On the house? Work?” Your face scrunches up. “You work here?”

“Work here?” Now he looks confused and slightly offended. “You don’t know? Jungkook and I run this place.”

It hits you like a slap in the face and you wish the alcohol would start to kick in already so you wouldn’t just be staring at him in surprise. “I definitely did not know that.”

“Oh. I’m sure there's a reason he didn’t tell you.”

Though his face remains void of any emotion, you can’t ignore the bitterness in his tone. You hesitate before asking. “You don’t like me very much, do you?”

“What makes you say that?” He looks elsewhere, suddenly finding interest in the people on the dance floor.

You think over your choice of words carefully. Getting close to Suga has been your game play from the start. But with Jungkook always keeping you at a distance from him, it set you back. Once Suga trusts you, it’ll only get easier from there. Since Jungkook won’t be letting you into the world of his secret life anytime soon, the only way in is through someone he trusts.

“We could be good friends you know.” You smile.

He waits for you to convince him, a doubtful look on his face. “Really? What could we possibly have in common?”

“Have a drink with me and maybe you’ll find out.”

You hold out a drink in front of him. Your cheerful demeanour makes it hard for him to say no, even though he thinks it might be the alcohol getting to you. Suga lets out an exasperated breath, and takes the glass from you.

𝄖𝄖

Jungkook groans, kicking the door shut behind him. He tosses the book in his hand on the table, knocking over a bunch of stationery. What he thought was going to be a short call, ended up being a trip back down to the HQ just to double check the inventory.

He’s just about to let his butt touch the seat when there’s a knock on the door. “Please don’t come in.” He begs.

It opens and he sighs. The music travels inside now that the door’s open and he massages the front of his head, feeling a headache coming in. “Hey. Someone wants to speak to the manager.” Suga says casually.

“What? Why?” Jungkook shakes his head and turns to face him. “You talk to them then, you’re the manager too.”

“No, she wants the other manager.”

Jungkook frowns. Suga keeps the door open with his foot and reaches over to the side. Jungkook watches as he struggles with the other person. They resist and pull away but Suga easily gains control. Jungkook sighs, preparing himself for what’s to come.

“Stop! I said, I only wanna speak to the other⎯” You stand by the door leaning against Suga while you try to maintain your balance. Your eyes go wide when you see Jungkook and he looks back at you, perplexed.

“The other manager.” Suga finishes your sentence.

“Oh hi.” You fix your hair and dress before making your way towards Jungkook, stumbling a few times until he meets you halfway.

“Um. Hi.” Jungkook says.

“She’s had a few drinks.” Suga informs him.

“A few?!” Jungkook guides you to his desk.

“Don’t look at me. It was her idea.” Yoongi raises his hands in a surrender and slowly backs off, closing the door before he leaves.

“Shh! I have a complaint!” You fail to stand on your own, needing Jungkook’s hands on your arms to keep you upright. He backs up, sitting on the edge of his desk, holding on to you while you rest your entire weight on him.

“Do you now?” He lets you lean on his chest. When you lift your head, he pushes away the stray hair. “What is it?”

“I’m upset! You left me.”

He laughs quietly. “I’m sorry. I had to go check on something.”

“And why didn’t you tell me about this club?” You say in a tiny voice, pouting. “Is it because I’m not cool enough? Cause that’s what the other manager thinks...”

“Suga?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah him.” Your tired eyes focus on something behind him while you mumble, face a little swollen. “We’re friends now, you know?”

“That’s nice. But don’t listen to him okay? You are cool. The coolest girlfriend ever.” Jungkook kisses your forehead and you break into a giddy smile.

“Really?” He nods. “Then why didn’t you tell me about this club?”

“Because I didn’t know what you would think about it. What if you hated it?”

“Jeon Jungkook.” You stand up straight. Or try to, at least, holding on to his arms before your hands cup his face. “I would never. I will always support you. You got that?”

He chuckles, holding you tight against him. “You’re adorable.”

“Also!” You push away. Your eyes roam over his body and you drag your hand down his front. “It’s kinda sexy...you being a manager.”

“There she is.” Jungkook laughs, being reminded of the Valentine’s situation. “I knew you were in there somewhere.”

“She missed you.”

“Aw, I miss her too.” His hand finds the back of your neck to guide your lips onto his. The shaky sigh that comes from you as he grabs a fistful of your hair to tug on makes him smile. You hike your leg up on his thigh, trying to get whatever friction you can get. The tight dress makes it hard for him to slip his hand under, so he grabs your thigh instead, digging into your skin. “This damn dress.” He mutters, lips on yours.

“You don’t like it?” You ask innocently. “Maybe I should take it off⎯”

The door slams open and Suga comes back inside. You separate from Jungkook with a gasp but then groan when you realise it’s only him. It’s like the two of you are invisible as he moves around the table to collect his things from one of the drawers. “What?” He stops when he notices your stares.

“Do you mind?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes actually I do.” His eyebrows raise. “This is a shared table. I don’t want your nasty fluids all over.” He gathers his belongings, and puts on his jacket. Glancing at Jungkook, he nods to the door, “Come on, let’s go. The guys can handle things tonight.”

Jungkook turns to you. “I’ll send you home okay?”

“No! I wanna go with you.” You whine, hanging on to his neck for dear life.

“Y/N,” he tries to reason, prying your hand off him. You don’t budge, only clinging on to him tighter. “Fine but. We’re going to Suga’s apartment. Are you sure you wanna come?”

“Yes.” You say, muffled.

“Okay then. Let’s go tell the others you’ll be with me.”

𝄖𝄖

The unfamiliar setting doesn’t bother you much, thanks to the alcohol. Jungkook comes out of the shower to find you on the floor, between the couch and the coffee table, laughing at something your new best friend is saying. He sighs however, looking at the drink in your hand. He jumps over the back of the couch and picks it out of your hand.

“Hey!” You frown. “Give it back! We’re playing never have I ever.”

“Y/N, he’s not even drinking.” Jungkook speaks to you gently, hooking his hand under your arm to pull you up on the couch. “He’s just messing with you.”

You turn to Suga for confirmation. That’s probably why his glass has been full since the start. “Maybe he just has never ever all the never have I evers.”

“Stop it.” Jungkook holds back a laugh as he warns Suga who’s laughing quietly, finally taking a sip of his drink. He helps you up and you get comfortable next to him on the couch. He had left you with Suga and a glass of water to sober up, but came back to the glass still full and an opened bottle of whiskey on the table.

“You smell nice.” You mumble, rubbing your head against him like a cat. “Gimme kiss.”

He complies, leaning down for chaste kisses that has you breaking into giggles. But it’s not enough. You yank him by the neck and let yourself fall back onto the couch. With a hand on the cushion behind you, he pulls away and the sticky sound of your lips separating makes Suga wince. “What are you doing?” He mutters.

“Kissing.”

“Okay. Can we kiss inside?” Jungkook glances in Suga’s direction and you tilt your head back. His hands slide down your side to your hips, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up any further.

Suga smiles, sipping on his drink. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

You laugh but Jungkook sits back up, pulling you along with him. “I think I need a drink too.” He sighs, reaching for your glass of whiskey still sitting on the table.

“What’s wrong?” You cup his head and speak to him like he’s a child. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s been a long night.”

“Aw.” You embrace him, giving him soft pats. “I’m sorry Kookie.”

“Kookie.” Suga repeats, pressing his lips into a thin smile. Jungkook drops his face into his hand and groans. He can’t even be mad at you, not with how you’re looking at him lovingly with soft, glossy eyes and a tender smile.

“Hey Suga,” you look around the place, suddenly curious as the paint peeling off the walls distracts you. “Why is your place so...ugly.”

“See?” Jungkook snickers, licking his lips after a sip of the whiskey. “I’ve been telling you to at least get the walls fixed or something.”

“Look, why does it matter?” Suga sighs. “I’m only here to sleep, shower and sometimes eat. I’d rather save my money for something else.”

“Are you rich?” You ask, leaning your head against Jungkook’s arm. “Can you buy me a pony?”

Suga furrows his brows then glances at Jungkook. “Why would I buy you a pony?”

“Why not?” You say in a soft voice. “I’ve always wanted one. If you’re a real friend you’d get me a pony…”

Jungkook breaks into a laugh, shaking his head as he squeezes you, kissing the top of your head. “Sorry. She talks a lot when she’s drunk. She’s not normally like this though.”

“It’s cute.” Suga shrugs, looking at you.

“The last time you were drunk you wanted a navel piercing.” Jungkook says to you. “The next day you almost cried when I said I’d bring you to the piercing shop to get one.”

Jungkook sips more of the vodka. You think about what he said for a second. “I know...I actually have been thinking of getting nipple piercings instead.”

Jungkook chokes on his drink, coughing and clearing his throat as Suga whistles at your confession. You look at them confused. “Okay.” Jungkook sets the glass down and stands. “You’re done. It’s time for bed.”

“Bed? Oh, bed.” You wink dramatically, with a light tone to your voice. Suga shakes his head, feeling somewhat endeared by you. You are adorable, he'll give you that. He kinda prefers you drunk than sober though. Before you leave, you turn to him. “You’re not joining us?”

“What?” Jungkook hisses. “Of course he’s not joining us.”

“Are you inviting me for a three⎯”

“You wish.” Jungkook spits out, lifting you over his shoulder. Suga sighs, swinging his legs over the side of the armchair, muttering a soft “kinda do wish though” under his breath.

𝄖𝄖

The bed you’re sleeping on tonight isn’t any bigger than yours, but it is older and squeakier. It’s in a guest room which Jungkook has spent many nights in, although he prefers the couch. After a quick shower, Jungkook lets you wear one of his spare tees for you to go to bed in. The shower seemed to have calmed you down a little, though he can tell you’re still out of it. He lets you snuggle up in his arms.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” Jungkook says, patting your head. “But you really shouldn’t drink so much. I just know you’re gonna regret it tomorrow.”

“I just wanted Suga to like me.” You pout. “I thought it would help us bond.”

Jungkook chuckles. “He does like you. I know it.”

“Really?” You blink up at him.

“Yes baby.” Jungkook smiles reassuringly. “You did good.”

You giggle, very obviously proud of yourself. You wish to talk more, but your eyelids feel so heavy. Jungkook notices this and kisses you on the forehead while his hand runs up and down your back.

“You’re not gonna remember any of the shit you said tonight, are you?”

“Probably not.” You hum, “but I remember that I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You giggle and let out a sigh after a while. He thinks you’ve fallen asleep until you speak again. “My boyfriend would be very sad if he knew I said I love you to someone else.”

“He’ll be okay.”

“Will he?” Your voice goes soft. You clutch his shirt a little tighter, burying your face into him. “I hope so…”

Jungkook frowns. He figured you were messing around, but it seems like the alcohol and sleep has you sleep talking. “What do you mean?”

“Lots of trouble...lots..drugs.” Jungkook stiffens, feeling his heart leap in his chest. “...and like...the detective...mess.”

He remains silent for a while. It’s not like he thought you were unaware of it all. But what were you saying about a⎯ “Detective?”

“What detective?” You mumble, slowly drifting away.

Jungkook shakes his head and lets out a breath. “Must be the alcohol. Get some sleep, baby.” Stroking your head, he kisses you goodnight. He tries to sleep himself but he finds it difficult, mind going back to what you said. He reaches under his pillow, careful not to wake you, sleeping on his arm.

Jungkook: i think we have a problem.

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“Everything sucks when you have a hangover.” You groan, trying not to drool against the counter. Hana replaces the cold coffee in your cup with a fresh batch. She transfers a blueberry muffin from the glass display onto a plate and slides it over to you.

“Ugh.” You wince, lifting your head off the table from the sound.

“I told you it was a bad idea.” Hana says, wiping the counter. Thankfully, you don’t have a shift today. “Was it worth it though?”

“I think he trusts me now, kinda.” You take a small bite of the muffin. “He said bye to me when we left his apartment this morning.”

Hana gives you a displeased look. “What?”

“The point is that he stayed with me the entire night last night, let me stay over at his place and Jungkook isn’t trying to keep me away from him.”

“Okay so,” she gestures, “now what?”

“Now...we wait.” You take a sip of the coffee in front of you.

Hana eyes you down curiously. She steps away to attend to a customer, giving you some time to think. When she comes back, she leans against the other side of the counter and presses her lips together. “I don’t like that look on your face. You’ve thought of something.”

You check your surroundings. The usual customers are around, scattered across the cafe, absorbed in their own work. You speak softly. “I think I’m gonna try and join his crew.”

“Are you crazy?” Hana snaps at you. She keeps her voice hushed. “Y/N, these are dangerous people.”

“I know but Jungkook will be there to protect me.” You say it, but you don’t even believe it yourself. Sure, Jungkook’s there. And he would protect you, but to what extent can he do that?

“No. You’re not doing this.”

“Okay wait.” You breathe out, rubbing your aching temples. “Okay how about this, I’ll see if they’ll let me work at the club. As a bartender or something.”

“Dude no. You already have a bartending job.” She gestures around her. “Here.”

“Hana you’re making this difficult for me.”

“Me?!” She gasps. “You’re the one joining a syndicate when you’re supposed to be getting your boyfriend out of it.”

“This is how I’ll get him out!”

“How?” She folds her arms. “Tell me. How will joining them help you get Jungkook out?”

“Um…” You bite your lip and answer in a soft voice. “I haven’t thought of that yet.”

She shakes her head. You hate it when she does that. You sit quietly and sulk, a frown apparent on your face. “You’re getting yourself into trouble.”

“We all know Jungkook’s very sensitive when it comes to this. Maybe if I’m part of his circle, he’ll get more comfortable talking to me about it.” You convince yourself as you’re saying it. “And then it’ll be easier to convince him to leave.”

Hana is silent, just watching you. She leans on her forearms against the counter, moving in closer to you. “I don’t know much about these kinds of groups but, I don’t think it’s that easy. You can’t just leave as an when you want to. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

You let her words sink in as she goes back to work. You have nothing to say because she’s probably right, it’s not going to be as easy as you make it out to be. There are many other factors to consider. It’s not a solid plan, but you stand by it, thinking it might be worth a shot once you figure things out. You just don’t know where to start.

An alarm goes off on your phone and your jump in your seat. You’d set one as a reminder to head to the campus library. The sound worsens your already throbbing head while you pack your things and take the last few bites of your muffin. You follow up with the coffee and groan softly, feeling your tummy protest. A small burp follows.

“Excuse me.” You say, glancing at the man standing nearby, waiting for his drink.

He smiles back and the first thing you notice are his dimples. “Hangover?” He asks.

“Yeah. Is it that obvious?”

“Not to be rude but,” he leans in closer to whisper, “you look like crap.” He winks after, so you know he’s kidding.

“You’re lucky I’m not on my shift today, otherwise you’d be getting something else with that coffee.” He raises a brow at your weak attack and you close your eyes, sighing. “Sorry. That was meant to be intimidating but...it sounded better in my head.”

“I get it.” He nods, smiling. “Hangover.”

“Right.” You stand from your seat and sling your backpack over your shoulder. Hana comes over and places the stranger’s coffee on the counter top before turning her attention to you. “I’m gonna go.” You say to her and she nods with a smile before going back to work.

“And I’ll see you around Mr….” You tilt your head slightly, focusing on the name scribbled on his cup. “Namjoon.”

He nods again with an amused smile as he watches you walk swiftly out the door.

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You check the time on your phone and slot the book in your hand back in its place. You’ve lost track of time in the Fiction section and Jungkook will be coming to get you in an hour. You speed walk over to the References section and start scanning for a specific book. The lack of sudden, loud noises in the library is pure bliss to you. You had taken an Aspirin a while back, still waiting for its effects to kick in.

“Y/N.”

You gasp a little too loudly and jump at the sudden intrusion of your space. Hoseok holds his hands out before him to show he means no harm. “What are you doing?” You hiss. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He scratches the back of his head. “What a coincidence, running into you here.”

A towel hangs over one shoulder and a duffel bag on the other. He’s dressed in jogger pants and a basketball tee. “Is it a coincidence?” You raise a brow, eyeing his outfit.

“Okay, I kinda just wanted to talk to you about something.” He admits. He recognised you from across the library where he was printing some documents.

“Is it about Jungkook again?” You ask.

“Kinda.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but⎯”

“Something about a staff member?” You cut him off and watch his face twist.

“You knew?”

“I’ve heard.”

“And you’re not worried? Why would he do something so stupid?”

You tense up over his words and he notices this with the way your body changes. “He’s not stupid. Okay? And it might not even be him. The rumour might not even be true,”

“How would you know?”

“I don’t. And neither do you. We don’t know anything.” You roll your eyes and turn to walk away, having had enough of him. He grabs your wrist to stop you.

“You’re not gonna do anything?” He asks, making you even more annoyed.

“Hoseok, what are you doing about it?”

He watches you silently.

“Exactly. I said I’ll handle it so let me handle it.” You say. “Besides, my plan is working already.” That’s a lie considering you don’t have much of that plan.

“What plan? Getting drunk and flirting with his drug pusher friend?”

Does he mean Suga? You’re livid. Is he actually judging you for what happened the night before? Hoseok senses the change in your demeanour yet again. But it’s too late to take it back. His eyes soften though it doesn’t do much to calm you down. “Are we done here?”

You turn to leave and he calls for you once again. This time you only stand with your back to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m really worried. For Jungkook...for you.”

“Me?” You turn back around. “You don’t have to worry about me. Jungkook would never let anything happen to me.”

The corners of his mouth twitch a little. “Fine. But I haven’t been able to reach my friend. I’m starting to think they got to him. I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”

“Don’t say that. I’m sure he’s fine.” You say softly, feeling sympathetic towards him. He must be really worried. “Why don’t you call his office or something.”

“I can’t because I’m not supposed to know about this investigation in the first place, remember?” Hoseok sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Look, just be careful okay? And let me know if you need anything.”

You nod. “I gotta go.”

He doesn’t stop you this time and you rush out of there without the book you came here for. You’d come back tomorrow perhaps. Just as you reach the exit, you hear a whisper of your name. Give it up Hoseok! You think to yourself. You pick up speed and consider running off. That is until a hand slaps onto your shoulder and tugs on it.

“Slow down.” Sunhee whispers. She notices the look of trouble on your face. “Calm down. It’s just me. Not Hoseok.”

Of course she would know. “You saw us?”

“Yeah. I saw you, Hoseok, and the tension between you two.” She looks back and Hoseok’s no longer there. “So what was that all about?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, feigning ignorance. “He’s kinda weird.”

She narrows her eyes at you but doesn’t push you any further. You ask for her company, just in case he comes back, knowing he’d never talk about anything in front of someone else. As you walk around campus, you realise that almost everyone you come across along the way says hi to Sunhee. She really does know a lot of people. It’s no wonder she knows everyone’s business before they even know it themselves.

A guy dressed in a black tee and jeans walks in your direction and you make a bet with yourself that he’d know Sunhee too. He gets closer and you smile to yourself as he nods to Sunhee, greeting her. But then he greets you too. “Hey Sunhee. Y/N.”

“Oh. Hi.” Your reply comes late. It took you a while to register that he had just said your name. But you don’t know him. “Who was that?” You ask Sunhee.

“That guy? That’s Jae.” She says. You turn and watch his back as he walks down the hallway.

“I don’t think I know him.” You try to remember if you may have been introduced to each other before. “How does he know my name?”

“Pretty sure anyone who knows Jungkook would know your name.”

“Oh so he’s friends with Jungkook?”

“You could say that.” She presses her lips together in a thin smile.

“Sunhee…”

You slow down. “Fine. Everyone knows Jae gets his supplies from Jungkook.”

“Oh. It’s that kind of friendship…”

Sunhee leans in close, her wide eyes staring right at yours. “Rumour has it, he saw Jungkook selling some drugs to a faculty member.”

Your heart leaps in your chest at the thought of it being true. It’s one thing for it to be a rumour, but this person has actually seen Jungkook in the act. You grab Sunhee’s arm urgently. “I need to talk to him.”

Before she can utter a reply, you’re bolting off in the direction you came from, towards Jae. He hasn’t gone too far so it didn’t take long to catch up to him. Sunhee trails after you, calling out your name to get you to slow down. You only do so when you close up on him and with all the ruckus, he turns and stops, glancing at you with a confused look on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asks carefully, eyes darting to Sunhee finally reaching your side. She catches her breath and glares at you unbelievably.

“I need to ask you something.” You say gently. “It’s about Jungkook.”

The mention of Jungkook’s name changes the look on his face. His tall, confident posture turns fidgety and anxious. “I don’t really know Jungkook.” He spits out before turning away hurriedly, pulling his cap down to cover his eyes.

You move to stand in front of him. “You get your...prescriptions from him don’t you?” He gulps, looking around. The hallway is empty. But that doesn’t mean no one’s listening. “You’re not in trouble or anything. I just wanted to ask you about the rumour going around. Is it true?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t start it.” He huffs.

“That’s not what I heard.” Your eyes move to Sunhee who stands behind him. He follows your gaze.

Sunhee stares back blankly and shrugs, “What? That’s what I heard.”

Jae closes his eyes in defeat and sighs. “Let’s talk somewhere else.” He says, checking the empty hallway again. Then he leads you both down the hallway. He stops at a staircase just as the hallway ends, extending left and right into another one. As it just so happens, that’s where the staff rooms are. You would expect to more likely be in trouble if any faculty members overheard you, so why would he bring you here.

He climbs up a few steps and takes a seat, resting his arms on his knees. “I didn’t start that rumour.” Is all he says.

“Are you sure?”

“Look, all I said was that I get my supplies from Jungkook.” He starts. “The rumour had already spread by then, about a staff member.” He keeps his voice low and you look around the corner every now and then to make sure no one is coming. “The thing is, it’s not that this guy gets his supply from students. He’s the supplier.”

Sunhee’s jaw drops like you’ve just promised her everything she’s ever wanted. “Are you serious? Oh my god.” She bites her lip and quietens down when you give her a look.

“So where does Jungkook come in?”

“When the word spread about this guy, a few guys who usually deal with me came and asked if this other guy is legit. Of course I told them I don’t know anything about it. I’ve only ever dealt with Jungkook.” He shrugs. “As far as I know, Jungkook’s the only supplier. It’s kinda weird that this guy suddenly pops out of nowhere. And since Jungkook’s been kinda missing in action lately, I guess a lot of his buyers assume he might be the one supplying the new guy to replace him.”

“Jungkook’s been missing in action?”

“Well not completely.” Jae says. He gets up and brushes the back of his jeans. “He’s been kinda slow on the orders. Maybe he’s busy.”

“Right.” You nod, trying to put together everything you just found out.

“Speak of the devil. That’s him right there.” So that’s why he chose to speak to you here. Jae looks over your shoulder, and along the hallway lined with doors that are staff-only accessible, he struts down with a book in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“No way.” You whisper to yourself as you watch him. He enters the admin room, tapping a card on a small machine next to the door which unlocks it. You keep your eyes on the door, blinking away, wondering if your eyes were playing tricks on you. “That’s him?”

“That’s him.” Jae confirms. He slips between the two of you. “I gotta go now. I won’t get in trouble with Jungkook, will I?”

“Of course not.” You reassure him, “I just wanted to know about the rumour and who started it.”

“Cool.” He nods. “You know, I’m loyal too. I never switched over cause I trust him.”

“Good to know.” You say with a hint of amusement in your voice. “I’ll be sure to let him know you’re a big fan.”

He only smiles before walking away, waving to the two of you. Before Sunhee can leave too, you grab on to her arm. “Keep whatever you heard today to yourself.”

A soft whine is her response and she looks at you with puppy-dog eyes, silently pleading. You stand your ground. “Not even one person?”

“Not even one person.” You hold out your pinky in front of her. “Promise.”

“Which part though, the Jungkook part or the new guy or⎯”

“All of it. No one has to know anything.”

“Disagree⎯”

“Sunhee!”

“Alright, alright.” She groans but hooks her pinky around yours and you tighten your grip. “I guess I won’t tell anyone. What’s this all about anyway?”

She raises a brow when you don’t reply. “It’s nothing. I can’t tell you.”

“You’re as mysterious as your boyfriend these days.” Can’t tell if it’s a compliment, seeing as how she’s narrowing her eyes as though she’d be able to read your mind if she tries hard enough. “Probably for the best, you know I can’t keep my mouth shut anyway.”

“If you can keep this quiet, we’ll go for rush parties together.” There’s a sudden sparkle in her eye. Who you go with is crucial in determining what kind of night you’ll have. Being seen entering with the right people, means you’ll probably be making lots of new friends. And being seen with you, a girlfriend of someone in the host house, will lead to lots of new socialising opportunities for Sunhee.

“Deal.” Is all she says, no further bargaining. Her body turns in the direction you were headed earlier before Jae, “You coming?”

“Um.” You look around the quiet hallway. “You know what, I'll just take this exit. Jungkook’s picking me up anyway.”

“Alright. See you next week.” She winks and heads off.

You text Jungkook, to let him know where you’d be waiting for him. While you wait, you scan the long board display between doors. Pictures of staff members everywhere along with their names and designated roles underneath each photo. By the end of the entire row, you hadn’t found him.

Past the glass display, full of trophies and medals from inter-college competitions, you find a board plastered with information on new extracurricular clubs. An acapella group, self-defense classes, poetry⎯ wait, self-defense classes. “Led by special instructor Kim Namjoon...”

You hadn’t realised when he appeared behind you but his low sounding voice makes you jump. “Interested?” He chuckles when you make a squeaking sound. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

“So you work here.” You say the obvious.

“Yeah.” Now he’s looking at the flyer on the board. “Not to brag but, I designed this myself.”

“It’s cute.” You nod. “Self-defense instructor and a flyer expert. Truly a jack of all trades.”

He laughs then looks down at his feet as his hands sink into his pockets. He wears a brown checkered v-neck vest over a light blue shirt. To think this is the guy everyone’s talking about. The one dealing drugs. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asks, looking around.

“Yes, yeah, I better go wait by the exit, he’ll be here any minute.” You check your phone.

“I’ll walk with you.” He offers. With his arm stretched forward, he gestures for you to walk with him. “Was on my way to get some fresh air anyway. How’s the hangover by the way?”

“Oh much better, thanks.” You’re reminded of the lame attempt at a comeback at the cafe earlier and wince. “So how long have you been working here?”

“Not long.” He faces forward as he walks. “The school only confirmed my classes like a month ago.”

“I see.”

“Will you sign up?”

“Oh I don’t know.” You shake your head and laugh dryly. “I have so much on my plate already.”

“Well if you ever wanna drop by one of the classes, just let me know.”

“That’s nice of you, thank you.” You smile and once again you’re distracted by his dimples. “How’s the response though?”

“It’s great! I might have to split the class into three and have them on different days of the week.”

“Wow, really?” You ask, surprised. “That good huh.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting this either, honestly.”

He shrugs, still wearing that cute smile on his face. You actually wonder if Jae might have gotten it all wrong. Maybe it wasn’t Namjoon. Maybe it was someone else, someone other than this big, huggable guy beside you. “That’s great though, I’m happy for you.”

Late afternoon sun rays kiss your skin as you step out the doors. Down the steps, you see a familiar figure sitting on his bike. As it is, you get a text from Jungkook just then, telling you he’s here. “Is that your friend?”

“Yup. I better go.” You say, one foot already down the step. “I’ll see you around. Maybe I will drop by for one of your classes.”

“Please do.” He grins and looks so painfully handsome. “Oh and, I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Y/N.”

“See you y/n.”

You trot down the steps and towards Jungkook who watches your little exchange. He removes his helmet to give you a kiss before handing over yours. “Who’s that?” He asks as you swing your leg over the pillion seat. You wrap your arms securely around his torso.

“That’s Namjoon. We just met. He’s some self-defense instructor.”

Jungkook watches him not so subtly, hands on the handles but head twisted, burning holes in his direction. Namjoon doesn’t care too much for it. When you turn, he’s waving goodbye cheerfully. You wave back before turning to Jungkook. “What’s the matter? You know him?”

“Nope.”

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“So is it true?” A haughty voice fills the room as the door barges open with a kick. Jungkook keeps his back to its owner and continues sipping on his martini. Suga, sitting adjacent to him at the bar, turns in his chair. “Heard there’s a new guy in town. Have you finally lost your touch, Ace?”

Back at the headquarters in the early morning, the bar is empty save for the cleaners, picking up trash and wiping everything down. They had been called in by the lieutenant for a short meeting. Unfortunately, so had the other runners from another district. One who constantly makes it known that he hates them.

“Dude, why’re you so obsessed with him?” Suga asks calmly. They’re so used to Hongjun and his buddies running their mouths by now.

Hongjun scoffs and the two other guys behind him laugh. “Obsessed? You wish.” He sneers. “I’m just concerned.”

“Worry about yourself.” Jungkook spits out without even sparing him a glance.

“Are you kidding me?” Hongjun laughs dryly. “I’m so much better than you. Always have been.”

The stool scrapes against the floor as Jungkook gets to his feet. He steps up to Hongjun, getting all up in his face. “And yet, you’re not the one they call Ace.”

The scowl on Hongjun’s face says it all. His lips tremble with anger and he starts swinging Jungkook’s way. He lands a punch to Jungkook’s side and Jungkook retaliates with an uppercut to his nose. Staggering backwards into his friend, blood starts dripping down his nose. “You idiot! You⎯”

“What the fuck is going on.” Lieutenant Kyun appears, eyes moving from Suga to Jungkook, to Hongjun and his bloody nose, and back at Jungkook. Kyun is always calm. But dangerous. You never know what he’s thinking. “Explain.”

“I was returning the favour.”

“You’ll pay for that!” Hongjun yells again. One of his guys slips behind the bar to get some ice and a towel.

“Shut up.” His deep voice echoes through the empty room. “Stop acting like a bunch of kids. And you, stop whining, it's just a little blood.”

Hongjun sinks into one of the chairs and sulks, holding up the towel-wrapped ice to his nose. Jungkook moves back to his seat, giving Suga a fist bump that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other guys.

“First of all, you three.” He points to Hongjun and his friends. “You have a whole key of crack missing. Your numbers don’t tally, I don’t know how you guys missed this.”

“What no, that’s impossible.” One of them says.

“Either find it, or fix your numbers then.” Kyun says. “You know every little amount is evidence, if it lands in the wrong hands. Boss is not gonna be happy when he hears about this so I’m giving you guys three days to sort it out. Otherwise, it’s out of my hands.”

Jungkook looks in their direction and gives a thumbs up with a smile on his face. The most genuine smile he’s ever given them probably. He gets the finger from all of them.

“And you.” The focus is now on Jungkook. The smile is wiped from his face and he takes on his usual serious look. “What’s with the dip in your sales? You have a forty percent difference from previous months. This is ridiculous, honestly.”

Some faint snickering comes from the other guys. Jungkook stays silent. “Come on, you know he’s being watched.” Suga says in defense. “He’s just trying to be careful.”

“You can be careful and still do your job.”

Jungkook has nothing to say. Besides, he thinks it’ll only make things worse. It’s best to get his ass chewed now and get it over with. Kyun checks his phone and a while later the bouncer steps in through the front door, someone behind him. “Sir, this man says he’s here to see you.”

“Just in time.” He smiles for the first time that night. “Come, join us.”

All eyes are on him as he steps out from behind the shadows and into the light. Suga and Jungkook watch him closely, observing the slick jacket he’s wearing above a tight tee, with tapered pants and his hair slicked back. He looks like another one of those businessmen they deal with. He exchanges handshakes with the lieutenant and the dimple on his face stands out as he smiles.

“Guys, this is our new recruit. RM.” Kyun says. He looks at Suga and Jungkook. “He was dispatched to your district. We wanted to see if he has what it takes. And so far, he’s doing well, for a rookie. You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“No sir.” The new guy says with a smile. He has a deep voice that rivals Kyun’s.

Hongjun is the first to get acquainted with him, offering a handshake with his non-bloody hand. “About time we had some fresh blood. What with how lazy some people are.” He emphasises on the lazy bit, subtly nodding his head in Jungkook’s direction. RM looks at Jungkook who stares back.

“That’s enough.” Kyun says. “Go out back and double check your numbers. Talking about lazy when you lose a whole key...”

When the rest of the men are gone, Kyun turns to Suga and Jungkook. “He’ll be joining you from now on.”

“No offense but,” Suga chuckles. “We’re a duo. We don’t need an extra guy.”

“No offense but you do. He’s the only reason the numbers in your district, which is under your supervision, is still steady.” Kyun says, wiping the smile on Suga’s face. “Before I let you guys off, RM I need a word with you.”

“Sure.”

The two guys watch as he follows Kyun to a corner. They give each other a look of disapproval. Jungkook looks over at RM again, giving him a once over.

“Now listen here,” Kyun says, keeping his voice low. He knows the other two are watching, so he speaks carefully. “I want you to keep an eye on Ace for me.”

“The kid?” RM asks, raising a brow.

“He hasn’t been performing as well as of late. And he’s one of our best.” Kyun fakes a smile, pretending as if he’s saying something nice. “Just make sure there’s nothing we need to be worried about. He’s sharp, so don’t make it obvious. Update me weekly.”

“Done.” RM nods, returning the smile. Kyun gives him another handshake and a pat on the back.

“You okay?” Suga asks Jungkook, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about him.”

Suga’s goes on saying some nasty things about RM but Jungkook tunes him out, only nodding as a response. He doesn’t tell Suga that he’s seen the new guy just earlier today. On those steps, with you.

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