#and 3 drivers at the back are so familiar but i can't place them
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[BAD DECISION #7] Sex With An Ex
warnings: sad girl hours!! backstory!! wahoo!! reader gets a nickname (byeol (means star in korean)). enter stage left: KIM SEOKJIN. no smut but references back to things said mid-shag. first mention of jk’s lip ring flipping (i think (first of MANY)). very emotionally hurt reader :(
soundtrack:don’t know how to keep loving you - julia jacklin; 3:00 am - finding hope; blender - 5sos
wc: 6k
bd total wc: 540k (on-going)
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A frigid early morning breeze dances around Jeongguk's bare legs. The hairs stand on end, in protest of the fact he's elected to wait downstairs by the entrance of his apartment.
He knows you're in a taxi - had sent you his address, and had been sent a message back a few moments later saying 'omw', but he isn't sure if you remember which floor he's on, nor which apartment is his. It's almost as if he didn't put a decal sticker that resembles Iron Man's Arc Reactor on their doorbell.
Jimin is yet to notice it.
You had giggled, still tipsy, when you'd spotted it on the night that Jimin had taken you back to their place, but can barely remember it, now.
And so, Jeongguk waits for you in the cold, hands bunched into the pockets of his shorts, a white shirt hanging off his broad shoulders, which are slightly hunched over. He's trying to preserve heat. Wishes he was wearing socks. Will blame you if he gets sick.
Yet when your taxi rolls up - and he's squinting from the headlights, eyes a little puffy from his lack of sleep - he knows that you're not in the mood to be blamed for anything. There seems like there's a weight on your shoulders as you thank your driver, making sure the door is shut before turning to face Jeongguk.
Posture sloped, you don't carry yourself like you usually do. Normally spritely, you seem quite the opposite now.
Your lips are thin as you smile.
He reciprocates a similar countenance, his lip ring flipping up ever so gently as he does it. There's something sweet about it, and it always makes you feel a little warm, normally, but you can't bring yourself to be endeared by it right now.
He walks to meet you - just a few steps across the ground floor parking lot - and wraps his arms around your shoulders. Doesn't let the hug linger for too long. Isn't entirely certain it won't make you cry.
"You're missing your disco, Byeol," Jeongguk says tenderly as he looks down at you, taking note of the fact you're without your signature makeup. He's so close he can count your lashes, and not a single one has a trace of glitter. You ignore the connotations of how he replaces ball with byeol. You're not sure how deliberate it is.
A familiar heat tickles at your lash line. With a sigh, you shrug. Look down at Jeongguk's hands, which are picking loose hairs from your shirt.
They're so acquainted with you now that you notice a graze on his finger that wasn't there the last time you'd hung out. Wonder how he got it. Hope he's okay, and that it didn't hurt. It's just a scrape from an awkward bottle cap. Nothing to worry about.
When your eyes finally meet his, you're surprised by how brutal his stare is. Eyes dark, there's no stars in them. His sharp jaw seems particularly tense, nose pointed and dewy beneath the moonlight. Behind him, the lobby light cuts out.
He swallows, dropping his hands from your shirt as his body turns to set the motion detector off again.
"Can we go inside?" you ask, quiet as a mouse.
Jeongguk doesn't understand why you're being so timid with him. He's not a fucking cat. You aren't his prey.
He just nods, though. "Of course."
The shrill beep of his entryway door code being punched in makes you feel like heaving. Everything is a little too much - which is why, when Jeongguk presses the button for the elevator, you ask if you can take the stairs instead.
"Sure," he says, a little taken aback. He normally takes the stairs himself, but thought you wouldn't want to walk up twelve flights of stairs. "We're pretty high up."
"S'fine," you say as you head towards the staircase. It's dimly lit, motion sensor lights flickering alight as you approach them. "Need the walk."
He chooses not to engage in conversation. Your words feel coded, and he isn't sure he's able to decipher them. Doesn't wanna risk saying the wrong thing when you're in a mood that feels so unfamiliar to him.
He's seen grouchy. Seen you unhappy. This isn't like that.
This is something different entirely.
He doesn't speak until you're on the staircase that exits on his floor, but his tone is gentle. "This one."
You nod, as if you knew.
Truth is you didn't. In fact, you kind of wish he'd just let you walk up to the roof. It'd be impossible to see the stars this close to the heart of the city, but at least you could pretend that the planes were cosmic calamities; shooting stars to make new wishes upon.
The lead is taken by Jeongguk until you reach his apartment.
He tells you Jimin is asleep, but that his room is at the opposite end of the apartment, so you can talk in there. He takes your silence as agreement, and holds the door open for you.
Shoes off by the entrance, he rests his palm on the top of your back to guide you through the dark apartment. It's how you remember it, the only difference is that Jeongguk's wearing a shirt this time.
When you reach his bedroom door, he pauses.
"If you say one mean thing about my sculpture collection, I'm throwing you out the window," he whispers, which does admittedly make a laugh stammer in your chest.
Makes you curious, too.
Hadn't envisaged him as a fine art type of guy.
He'd look good in your cafe, you think, in the corner with the clay, dried grey specs on his honey skin. You'd give him the olive-coloured apron, if he ever visited, because you think it'd suit him. Would watch with a lazy grin from the counter as he got to work on his project. Would sit with him during his breaks and colour in his tattoos with posca pens. Would be nice, you think.
But those thoughts are washed away like heat in a summer rain when his door opens and you see what he really means.
You don't mean it to be, but the laugh you let out is so fucking obnoxious. Jeongguk's hands go to shush you, one on the back of your head, the other over your mouth - but he's giggling, too.
"I told you not to be mean!"
You can feel him grin against your hair, keeping close so that he can keep his voice down. He doubts Jimin will stir, but it's worth it to hear your happiness. Jeongguk loosens his grip on you, turning back to click his door shut, and lets you meander over to his collection of-
"These are action figures, Gguk."
"They're sculptures."
"Toys."
"Collectibles."
"Collectible toys."
He purses his lips as you turn around to look at him. His arms are folded, nose a little scrunched, desperately not wanting to admit defeat.
"Look, they're really fucking expensive!"
And then you're laughing again, at how bloody ridiculous he is.
It somehow comes as no surprise that Jeongguk would have comic book figurines in perspex boxes, neatly stacked like a museum exhibition in the corner of his bedroom - just like it makes perfect sense that there's a chess set next to a computer that looks like it's worth your monthly salary.
"Can I-?" You cut yourself off as you gesture around the room.
"Go for it," Jeongguk says as he takes a seat on his bed, letting you wonder freely, taking in all that he is. He thinks you need a distraction, and he's to provide that. Knows you'd do the same if roles were reversed. In fact, it gets him wondering what your bedroom is like. He'll consider the what-ifs later. Too busy watching you, now.
A reed diffuser sits atop a pile of unread books on his bedside table - ones he swears to Namjoon that he'll read, but never seems to get around to doing so. The scent is black cherry, but there's another on the far side of the room which is fresh cotton. Nothing is ever entirely straightforward with him, but it's kind of why you like his company.
"This one is good," you muse, tapping the spine of one of your favourites - Cho Nam-Joo's Kim Ji-Young, Born 1982. You've the same book on your shelf at home. There are a few you don't recognise, so make a note to ask him about those another time.
His bed is made, but it's just as ruffled as his dark hair, which sticks out a little on end. You meet his eyes as you scan the room, and find that there's a small smile on his lips. You reciprocate it, hoping it's enough to distract him from the fact you're not quite yourself.
"Wanna sit?" he asks, knocking his head to the space beside him.
You don't think you do. You don't want to really be close to another person, not physically.
Something about him makes it hard to refuse such an offer, though. You find yourself nodding, even when you don't mean to.
He shuffles a little further up his bed, falling down onto his back to stare at his ceiling again. His legs hang off the side of his bed, hands intertwined across his chest.
You follow suit. Legs up, knees bent, feet by your ass, you copy his hands as you stare at his ceiling, too. Above you, his origami birds flutter gently in the aircon breeze.
"You make them?"
"Mhmm."
"They're pretty."
"Pretty lame," he snorts, very much aware that it's not the coolest thing to have in your bedroom as a twenty-five year old man, almost forgetting his glorified doll collection.
His sheets are soft, but there's still a slight crinkle as he turns his head to look at you. Though you feel his gaze, you don't look back.
"No disco balls tonight?"
The question is expressed so tenderly that you can't help but swallow back the flounder in your diaphragm. Your head slowly shakes, but you're still looking up at the birds. Part of you hates that he associates you so damn closely with that fucking glitter. Part of you quite likes it, too. Makes you feel seen. Makes you feel vulnerable.
"Why not?" He asks.
"Just 'cause," you whisper, not intending on giving an answer of substance - but you're upset, and it's a topic of contention that has been eating away at you for so long now that you can't help yourself from biting a little bit. "Sometimes it's just not very mature."
Jeongguk snorts. "You're talking to the guy with a figurine collection."
And then you're smiling, because his self-awareness is not only refreshing but incredibly endearing. He doesn't take himself seriously, and it's why you like his company. One of the reasons, at least.
But then you're thinking about how nice it is to laugh with someone for the simplicity of feeling a shared happiness, and you can't help but let the truth slip out.
"I used to date a guy," your voice lingers on your words, before you sigh and continue. "And he was so cool, yanno? So smart, and mature-"
The emphasis on the word, and the fact you're repeating it, tells Jeongguk all he needs to know about exactly what's happened tonight. Not once have you ever cared for looking older than you are, content with having fun thanks to the freedom of your twenties. In the time that he's known you, the topic of maturity has only ever been mentioned when you berate each other for being stupid.
Your compulsion to seem mature now is telling. He knows where you've been. Who you've been with, even if he doesn't know exactly who he is.
"- and he was just... you know people who have shit figured out? He's like that. He's older. Wiser." You pause, but Jeongguk lets you keep talking. His eyes are on the ceiling now, too. "Anyways, glitter annoys him. Gets on his clothes and then apparently it's a bitch to get out but I'm so used to it that I never notice it-"
"It's not a bitch to get out."
"And like, he's just, mature, yanno?"
"Yeah, you said that."
"So," you shrug your shoulders into the mattress. "He doesn't like glitter."
There's silence as Jeongguk thinks about what the fuck he's supposed to say to that.
In his eyes, you are glitter. Called you Byeol earlier 'cause you remind him of fucking stars. Feels a bit stupid for it now, but he's hoping you misheard.
He has to bite on his cheeks to stop himself from saying some scathing remark. 'So he doesn't like you, then?' reverberates in his head. It's harsh, he knows, but he wants to say it because he wants you to realise how terrible it is to change yourself for someone like that. And for what? It obviously didn't go well if you've ended up here.
But you are here. And he knows he's right - things can't have gone well. You're probably already feeling like shit, and who is he to make you feel even worse?
He can't be putting you through the wringer like that, but he's perplexed at the idea of you being so invested in someone who is quite clearly unbelievably wrong for you.
He's been in your position before.
Knows that him being a prick will only cause more damage.
And so he's kind, instead.
"I think it suits you," he says. "The glitter, I mean. You look fine without it, but it does really suit you."
You lean your head to the side, trying to get a read on his face. He just keeps on looking at the birds.
There's a harshness to the shadows on his face, painting him in greys. You don't realise it, but you're just the same - shrouded in the darkness of the night. His bedroom curtains are open, but the city lights aren't that bright at this time in the morning. Without the glitter to catch in what little light there is, your spark is dulled.
"You're just not used to seeing me without it," you say with a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes.
He lets his head fall to the side, mirroring you. Strands of hair fall over his forehead, obscuring his eyes, tickling at his lashes. You reach over and knock a couple out of the way, trying to disregard the weight of his gaze. Deciding it's impossible, you look back up to the ceiling.
"You saw him tonight?" Jeongguk asks.
All you do is nod, because you're pretty sure you'll cry if you try and speak. The way your lips press together, brows tight above your pitiful eyes is painful to watch. You take a second. Take a breath. Wait for the next question.
"You slept with him?"
Jeongguk feels bad for the leap in questions, but he knows he's getting nods or shakes, and he want to get to the root of why the fuck you're ending your night in his room instead of with the guy you've been hung up on for months. Doesn't know his name. Doesn't care to know it. Thinks he's a prick.
A wallowing sadness sits in his chest when you nod your head, not for himself, but for you. He's never seen you like this. Never knew someone could have so much power over you.
Headstrong is all he's ever known you to be, but he feels like one of the King's men trying to put bloody Humpty Dumpty back together again.
You swallow back the sob that's causing a commotion in your oesophagus, as if the movement doesn't remind you of his hand on your throat.
God, you wish you could just stop thinking about him.
You think it would have hurt less if he'd have taken a knife to it.
Instead, his hands had been so warm and gentle, that you thought it meant he was trying to reclaim the space that used to hold a necklace with his initial.
Jeongguk doesn't want to ask the next question, but knows that as your friend - as a duty of care - he has to.
"Did he..." Jeongguk pauses, unsure of how to phrase in a delicate way.
"No," you finally, say, because you know where it's going. "He didn't hurt me."
"You've been crying," Jeongguk objects.
"Didn't hurt me like that."
He nods, accepting your response. Still has no idea what to fucking say, but he never does around you. S'why he always takes a moment or so. Brain just doesn't work when you're around.
"You wanna talk about it?"
To talk means to cry, and you don't really wanna do that. You glance over to him, and watch the way he's nibbling on his bottom lip, toying with his ring. Eyes still on the ceiling, Jeongguk pretends not to notice. You're both good at that. Pretending.
The silver of his jewellery - his piercings, his thick bracelets, the chain around his neck - just reminds you of the earrings that you're wearing.
They're dainty. Pretty little hoops. Intricate leaves trail around the smooth shape, tiny sparkling stones catching in the light. You'd worn them deliberately. Had hoped he'd notice.
Not Jeongguk. You couldn't really care less for what he did or didn't notice about you.
You'd worn them for Seokjin.
Had been wearing them since he messaged you midweek - I'm in town at the weekend. Will you be around? - and now you kind of want to rip them out.
You'd hoped he would remember the trip you took together to Gyeongju. Your third time visiting the city together; just before autumn was about to settle into the earth, rusted leaves sinking to the ground, like the blossoms during the spring. The cyclic nature of the seasons used to make you smile.
Just like he did, in the old Hanok where a silversmith crafted twisted hoops in front of your very eyes. He told you he'd buy you the entire store when he finally became a big shot. Settled for a tiny pair of silver hoops, instead.
They're the ones you're wearing now. The ones you hoped he would notice.
But he didn't notice. Not tonight. Not once. Not even when his lips were on your lobes, nor when his hands were on your body, his voice quiet in your ear as he'd told you tall tales about how much he'd missed you.
His voice had been so soothing at the time - "still take me so well, darling" - like aloe on sunburn - "like that. Fuck, darlin', like that" - but you realise now he was just covering you in deep heat. "Uh- shit. You always been this tight? Fuck. You're gonna make me cum so fucking hard."
Only a matter of time until he was scalding your skin all over again. "Shit." Scorching. "I'm there." Tarnishing. "Take it all for me, take it- ugh. Yeah, that's it. Good girl. Good fuckin' girl." Destroying. "Fuck."
And oh, what a scar Kim Seokjin leaves on your skin.
His handprints are warped all over your body. You're red in the wake of his touch, sandpaper palms scrubbing away at the efforts you've made to heal yourself in the past few months. Your cracks are showing again, and you're not wearing any glitter to fill the gaps.
You're broken, and it shows.
You swallow a little harshly, tongue licking your dry lips before biting down on them. Lashline warming again, you simply shrug. His duvet rustles beneath you. "Not much to talk about."
"We both know you wouldn't be here if that was true."
"But it is," you say with a fragile laugh. "He came over, and then-" Your voice cracks. "And then he left."
Should have seen it coming, really. You reap what you sow.
Jeongguk knows you never stay. Learnt it pretty quickly. Didn't ask too many questions about it. Never occurred to him that maybe you'd ever want someone else to stay, instead.
"I... ," you mumble as you try and think of the right words to say. Your cheeks are a little damp, and you know that Jeongguk knows you're crying, even if he isn't looking at you, but what's the point in pretending anymore? "I really thought that it wasn't me, yanno? I thought other people were the issue."
One of the birds he's watching catches on the wings of its neighbour, awkwardly straggling before falling back into position. Jeongguk thinks he should cut them all down.
"What do you mean?"
"The whole..."
When you pause, Jeongguk looks over to you. Your face is a little scrunched up, feeling awkward about such an admission. It makes him laugh how you can appear so pitiful and yet still so classically you. You laugh too, stuttering on your breath, using the back of your palm to dust away some of your tears.
"The whole intimacy thing," you finally continue with a small smile - because if you don't laugh, you will cry. "I thought that other people were the issue; that they didn't compel me to stay. I never once thought that it was me. That I was the issue - but I can't even fucking compel the guy I thought I'd marry one day to stay. It's me. I'm the fucking problem."
You're smiling as you finish talking, but it fades quickly. Withers like the flowers Seokjin had bought you on the evening he'd broken up with you. There's still one pressed between the pages in your journal. Petals plucked. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves-
"You're not a problem," Jeongguk says, eyes hard as they look to his ceiling. His hands are still linked over his stomach, but he's resisting the urge to pace the room. He needs to wrap his head around what you're saying, but can't do it when he's sitting still. Needs to walk in a circle to try and find where the fuck it starts. Doesn't make sense to him how you're blaming yourself for your ex not staying. He chooses not to speak about him, instead trying to help you make sense of why you leave. "You don't stay at the end of your hook-ups 'cause a purpose is served. It's like how you don't stay in a restaurant after you eat your dinner."
"But you do," you say, as you cross your legs and clamber to a seated position. Jeongguk remains in place, and you notice just how perplexed he seems. "You have your dinner, maybe even dessert, and then what? You talk. Enjoy other's company."
He sits now, too. "Okay, maybe it was the wrong analogy-"
"It's not. It's entirely correct. Gguk, I-" you sigh, shoulders lifting to your ears and falling again. Exasperation pollutes your features.
You've given the topic a lot of thought, but never shared your conclusions. It's all a bit daunting.
"You...?" He encourages.
"I never stay, because I never want to give anyone the same power that he had over me. Never want anything more than casual sex, cause it can't hurt me." You voice is bereft, a small pitiful laugh punctuating your words. "How fucking sad is that?"
You're speaking so quietly that all Jeongguk can do is listen as your words slip into in ears and get all jumbled about inside his head. He needs time to reorganise them; to understand what you actually mean.
"I have so many rules and restrictions that it's barely even sex these days, more... a transaction? And yet when Jin messaged me, I fucking folded. Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. I..." you tail off, but Jeongguk doesn't push for more.
Just waits till you're ready - and when you are, you speak at such a speed it's almost hard to understand a single thing you're saying.
"I let him fuck me like he still loves me. Do you have any idea what that does to a person? How much it can fuck with their head? I broke down all of my walls, because he used to make me feel so safe and for some reason, I told myself it would be okay - but then you messaged and - fuck."
You look down at your thumbs and shrug, a deep sigh exhaling from your very soul, as if your bones are creaking beneath your skin.
"When you messaged, I woke up and he wasn't fucking there. He'd left. Treated me like how I treat my transactional shags. And I mean, maybe it's my own fault, maybe I deserved it, but fuck. I let him kiss me. I let him... I let him fuck me like he meant it, and then he left as if I meant nothing to him."
By the time you finish venting, Jeongguk looks so bewildered that he actually seems scared. You look back down to where your thumbs are twiddling, shameful of your own emotions. A pitter-patter of tears hit his duvet, and you just let them. You're not crying. Not sobbing, at least. Just tearful. Bamboozled by your own feelings.
Jeongguk's at a loss for what the fuck he's supposed to do.
He's never been the kind to comfort his friends. Isn't really sure how the fuck he's supposed to comfort you. He's no stranger to crying girlfriends - he's had a few of those - but this isn't like that. He can't just kiss it better, not that he'd want to. Be like kissing Jimin at this point, he tells himself.
And either way, it's so unbelievably inappropriate to even think of something like that when you're literally in front of him in tears over another bloke. His mind is just wandering because he's panicking, but oh god, you're crying still and how the fuck do you have so much liquid in your face? Surely you'll wither up? He's not sure he's ever seen a pair of cheeks so wet.
But then you shrug, and sniff back the tears. Purse your lips. Press them together so tight you can't make a sound. And then you look at him and say, "I'm sorry. This is, like, so much. I didn't mean to be such a big fucking cry baby I just-"
"Hey, no," he protests, face contorted with a little disgust. He can't believe you're apologising for this.
Jeongguk's no stranger to a complex. He's got one wrapped around his pretty pink brain like a metal chain, padlocked where his desire to take chances should be. The fear of rejection outweighs any possible good that could come from going after the things he wants - and as he watches the way your smile quivers before it falls into a quiet sob, he knows exactly what his fear is trying to save himself from.
And so he just gently smiles, and says, "it really fucking sucks when the people we love don't love us back."
You nod. "Fucking sucks."
He's only known you for a couple of months. Doesn't know who you were before your ex; only the after. But he quite likes who you are now. Thinks that whatever the fuck that prick put you through is undeserved. Is actually quite angry that he'd fuck you over like that.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, as you dab your face with sweater paws, trying to get rid of the remains of your tears.
He hates that you're apologising again, but he lets you. Knows you'll just say sorry again if he tells you to stop.
"I just didn't wanna be in my room, yanno?" A sob tries to escape, but you catch it just in time. Attagirl. "Fucking smells like him. I'd forgotten about his aftershave -" This is a lie. "- and now I can't get it out of my fucking nose."
Jeongguk grins, and tries a little banter. "Probably a good thing if it masks the way you smell."
"Fuck off," you smile back at him, biting down on your lip to stop it from shaking. "Now's not the time."
And yet you're so glad he's still being normal with you. Not so glad for his next question, but glad for the perspective he's trying to give to the situation.
"Did you at least... yanno?"
Your eyes roll so far back that you can basically see your frontal lobe. Jeongguk is a little horrified by the fact your entire eyeball is bloodshot, and doesn't hide his disgust very well. He tries. Just looks a little constipated when you refocus on him. Makes you laugh.
"Pretended," you admit a little awkwardly, and when Jeongguk's jaw drops, you reach over to close it. "My god, shut up! I didn't want to make him feel bad. If I knew then what I know now-"
"That he's a cunt?"
"-Then maybe I wouldn't have."
You would have. You'd turn water into wine if Seokjin asked you to. Let him drink your blood if a drought pilfered his water supply. Would sacrifice everything to just give him a measly something.
You'll never admit to any of that, though.
Silence simmers between the pair of you. There's not much left to say.
"I'm sorry he left," Jeongguk says, because you deserve an apology and knows you'll never get one from the person who owes it.
"Me too."
He reaches over and ruffles your hair, smiling in that way he does when his dimples form and his lip ring does a little dance. It curves upwards, smiling too.
"You wanna get a shower?" He offers. He's terrible at comforting people, granted, but he's good at thinking of solutions. "Everything here smells different to your apartment. You can get rid of whatever's haunting your nose with my incredibly manly strawberry shower gel."
You laugh, and Jeongguk feels himself relax. Hadn't realised his back had been so tense as he twists his waist to click it. You let yourself fall onto your back again, and into his duvet. "God, how on earth do the girls resist you?"
"They can't. Get a shower, Byeol. I'll make up somewhere for you to sleep, alright?"
You don't question the way he calls you Byeol again. Just let him. Think it's nice, actually.
And like the girls that apparently can't resist him, you can't say no to his instructions.
He shows you to the bathroom, and when you whisper about being worried you'll wake Jimin, Jeongguk shakes his head. "Sleeps like a log after a night out."
There's something incredibly kind about how he shows you which shower gels are his (because apparently he needs three in the shower at all times), and how to change the temperature (but leaves it on his favourite setting because he thinks you'll like it, too). He tells you to wait before you get in, because he's coming back with something - and when he does, you pout.
"So, this is like, my good towel. I don't keep it in here 'cause Jimin'll use it for god knows what, but it's really fluffy," he says, and then insists that you rub it against your cheek. He's not wrong. Might just be the fluffiest towel you've ever encountered. "Unreal, right? Like an actual cloud."
And then despite how gentle he's been, he reverts back to his typical self when he throws a shirt in your face. "For afterwards."
He shuts the door before you can say anything else in response. You just kind of stand there, his shirt looped over your shoulders, laughing softly to yourself, face furrowed in confusion. Jeon Jeongguk might just be the strangest human you've ever met.
But you're also the girl who took a canvas painting of breadfish to his gym, just to get a laugh out of him, so maybe you're well-suited in that regard.
Their shower is far nicer than yours, the water pressure frankly wasted on two boys. Though you wouldn't trade your apartment with Danbi for the world, you considering making future five AM pity calls just for the luxury of a waterfall showerhead.
You use the strawberry shower gel, not because you like it any better than citrus fruits or fresh pine, but mainly because it's the one Jeongguk first mentioned. It's sweet - almost as sweet as your own vanilla one - but still fresh enough to make you feel a little brand new. There's an ache in your heart as you wash your ex's touch from you, and you find yourself sniffing again - but you don't let yourself fall into that trap.
You've cried enough.
And so wrap yourself in Jeongguk's towel, close the lid of their toilet and sit for a while. The clock reads twelve minutes past six. Guilt simmers in your chest, knowing that Jeongguk didn't need to be dealing with you at such a ridiculous time in the morning - but when you reach his bedroom, knocking before you enter to find him organising a mountain of pillows on his floor, you can't help but feel thankful he's the person you reached out to.
It's kinda his fault for texting you at five AM and waking you up, but that's neither here nor there.
"Hey," he smiles as he turns to face you, and tries his hardest to avoid staring at your legs. Your hair is bundled up into his towel, and his shirt fits you like a dress, cutting off midway down your thighs. "Sorry, I just didn't know how many pillows you like? So I just got them all?"
"One is normally fine," you laugh, as you begin to tease your hair through the towel. "Thank you for this, by the way. Incredible towel."
"I told you so," he grins. "Curtains open or closed?"
"Closed?" You question, confused at how it's not an obvious answer - but you don't know that Jeongguk sleeps with them open on Saturday nights to make it easier for him to wake for the gym in the morning.
"Sure you're gonna be comfortable on the floor?" He asks as he reaches over to close the curtains. "I really don't mind taking the floor."
"I'm sure," you nod. "Hardly looks like a floor anymore."
You've a point. He really did it overdo it - but he's not had a sleepover since he was about fourteen. Isn't really sure what the protocol is.
At least, not a sleepover like this.
Nor have you. No time for braiding each other's hair and gossiping about your favourite celebrities, though. You find yourself drifting off almost as soon as you curl up into Jeongguk's expertly crafted pile of pillows. You don't realise, 'cause he doesn't tell you, but he's given you the pillows from his bed, too. They're a little more expensive, better for a good night's sleep.
He reaches to the end of the bed for his good towel. It's a little damp, but not too wet that it would cause any issues as he rolls it up and sticks it beneath his head. Isn't the first time he's used a towel for a pillow, and likely won't be the last. He just kind of thought you needed the comfort of expensive cushions more than he did.
"Sweet dreams, Byeol," he whispers, knowing you're out like a light, but wanting to wish you well regardless. You deserve that at the very least, he thinks.
Unlocking his phone, he cancels his gym alarm, and tosses his phone back down onto his mattress. His room is dark, but he can see the outline of your body, the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist as you adjust ever so slightly.
He's sure that when the morning comes, you'll be a bit embarrassed about it all - but for now, he settles into how comfortable it feels to have you around.
There's nothing intimate about the situation between the pair of you (which is probably why you don't mind staying over) - but when he hears you squeak a little in your sleep, pillows rustling as you move, he kind of gets it. Understands why you wouldn't trust just anyone with your most vulnerable state.
He's just the same; except his fears come in the form of rejection. He never makes it to the intimacy part, because he never deals with the stuff that needs to precede it.
And as he stares up at the shadows of his origami birds, a frown framing his pretty features, he decides you're both absolutely fucked.
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#by holly#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook ff#jk#jungkook x reader#jeongguk fanfic#bangtan#jungkook fluff#bartender!jungkook#non idol au#bts fanfic#jeongguk fic#bad decisions#dappleddaisies
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@/AlpineF1Team: The Alpine Family 💙
Concluding the 2023 season in Madrid with Alpine CSR Ambassador Zinedine Zidane.
#alpine f1#pierre gasly#zinedine zidane#esteban ocon#jack doohan#victor martins#gabriele mini#lisa billard#kaur kera sukhmani#tried to tag everyone not sure if the guy at the front is nakamura or neat#and 3 drivers at the back are so familiar but i can't place them
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Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill
Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer
Btw the song in this fic is made up lol
username1 She's PRECIOUS
username2 Y/n is so me
username3 Honestly that's so reletable
username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?
↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?
username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...
username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work
↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now
↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting
↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others
username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao
username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes
username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)
y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!
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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work
↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)
georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you
lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him
y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭
roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio
↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something
roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...
y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...
y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)
username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol
mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️
↳y/n_wolff 🫶
oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando
↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat
y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.
landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?
oscarpiastri No
y/n_wolff No
username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year
↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??
username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love
username2 Was it a driver?
username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private
alex_albon Pls make it singable on track
↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...
alex_albon Y/n...
y/n_wolff It's a love song...
username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!
↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭
username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him
maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime
↳username4 Cats rizz 💀
↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together
↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈
username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS
username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*
y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️
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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨
↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️
oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to
↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie
landonorris yes he does
oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs
y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs
landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you
y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao
landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?
↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??
landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not
username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭
username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭
carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century
↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹
lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜
↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹
↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?
username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice
username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation
↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups
username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...
↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions
username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER
↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???
username10 me when I'm delusional
↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s
lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach
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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨
↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?
georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo
↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.
y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.
username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??
↳username4 Seems like it 🥹
username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him
username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max
username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together
landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?
↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break
georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?
y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬
username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)
↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret
username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??
↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media
username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?
y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭
↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look
y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭
landonorris simp
y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach
username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are
username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?
↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is
y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡
maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon
↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...
username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago
mercedesamgf1 🌞😎
y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for
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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?
↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see
georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍
↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌
georgerussell63 TMI
oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓
↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she
y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?
landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality
↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it
landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way
↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷♀️
username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭
↳username2 She grew up 😭
username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it
carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭
↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌
username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??
↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break
username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing
↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young
username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?
username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult
username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming
username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit
username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀
username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent
↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂
username9 It would be such a win
username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers
y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳
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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭
georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?
↳y/n_wolff No comment...
landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew
↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol
↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!
landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?
y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷♀️ you go talk to him
oscarpiastri New songs when?
↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)
username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend
↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'
username2 People are allowed to find love at any age
username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n
username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?
username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long
username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹
↳username5 fr my dream couple
username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been
↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲
↳username8 But in his arms I belong
y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.
↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️
↳danielricciardo FEA
↳landonorris You have our support guys
↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter
↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)
↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention
#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#formula 1 x reader#F1 smau#Formula one smau#lewis hamilton smau#lewis hamilton social media au#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton imagine
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omg hi! sorry for bother you. can i request a fluff with wonbin of riize? if it's okay tho :D i don't have nothing espefic in mind, maybe something more domestic?
love u work <3
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☆Special thanks to: Anon, RIIZE
☆Note: Hello! Sorry if I seem a bit dry while wiritng I'm currently not in the best mood so I thought some Wonbin fluff would cheer me up but I hope you enjoy<33 also thank you! I appreciate how much you like my work sorry this took so long
☆Words: 828
☆Genre: fluff, slight bad boy! Wonbin au
☆TW: joke about kidnapping : slight bad boy AU :
☆Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers
8-27-23
©Yawnzzznnn do not steal or copy my work
You couldn't sleep you were tossing and turning all night, you sat up and checked the clock which read "12:30am" you laid back down and silently groaned, after a minute or two your phone buzzed
After your small conversation with Wonbin you got up to do as he instructed. Just like you asked Wonbin texted you when he arrived you were quick to climb out your window and hop in the passenger side of his car "hi baby" he said putting his hand over your thigh as you buckled yourself in "hello" you muttered he waited till you were situated before grabbing the back of your neck pulling you into a small kiss "you ready?" He asked as he leaned back in his seat
You felt your pockets for everything you needed before nodding your head, your affirmation caused him to speed off because his driving slightly scared you, you grabbed his hand that was on your thigh "where are we going?" You asked him he slightly smiled "I can't tell you" he said stopping at a red light "so your kidnapping me?" You joked "your the one who got in my car sooo is it really kidnapping" he shrugged his shoulders before giggling
"Wonbin why are we driving into the woods-" you asked as you noted the trees zooming past you "a secret" he mumbled focusing on the dirt road under the car you sighed giving up on asking, the dirt road was painfully long during the ride you started playing with his fingers out of bordem a small smile grew on his face because of the action but he didn't say anything
"And where here" he said unbuckling his belt before rushing out the car to your side, he opened the door before stopping you from unbuckling yourself "I'm not a baby you know" you said as you watched him unbuckle your seat belt "but your my baby" he said grabbing your hand to pull you out the car, once you got yourself situated from the long car ride you looked around at the place he took you too "holy-Binnie how did you find this" you said in awe as you looked around
The view was breathtaking a cliff with a waterfall underneath it the stars brighter than you've ever seen them the moon slightly behind the trees "well I got a bit pissed off last night I left my phone at home and just started driving found this and thought you would love it" he said nonchalantly with a slight shrug.
you let out a small gasp before turning around and hugging him tightly "I'd like to make it out alive to take you home" he struggled out, slightly embarrassed you removed your arms before tip toeing and kissing his cheek "well thank you" you mumbled before grabbing his hand and rushing him to the side of the cliff
"Sit sit" you said as you sat with your legs dangling off the edge Wonbin following like a chain reaction. The two of you sat in silence for awhile hand in hand as you took the view in Wonbin was about to say something before he felt the familiar weight of your head on his shoulder, he looked down to see you asleep he sighed before leaning his head on yours. He sat there for awhile till he started dozing off, he was quick to shake himself awake and pick you and himself up off the side of the cliff.
He carried you bridal style to his card setting you in the passenger seat and buckling you in he laid the seat down so you were comfortable, once he made sure you were situated he quickly got into the drivers seat and took off. The drive to your house a lot quicker than the drive to that place, once he parked in the usual spot behind your house next to your bedroom window he picked you up and carried you inside, he situated you on your bed before deciding if he should go home or not
He chose the latter and stayed with you, he took of his shoes and got into bed with you the two of you cuddled till the sun barley rose, when he stays at your house he has to leave before your parents wake up so his body adapted to it, he left a note in your hand before leaving threw your window.
#x reader#riize one shots#riize x you#riize x reader#riize imagines#riize scenarios#riize wonbin imagines#riize wonbin x reader#wonbin riize#riize wonbin#wonbin x reader#wonbin imagines#wonbin#wonbin scenarios#yawnz requests
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Sebastian Vettel (Red Bull era) - Man After Midnight
Requested: yes (and thank fucking god) on tumblr
Prompt: 23) "I can't believe you're actually wearing my jumper."
Warnings: not particularly
Y/n sat on the edge of the hotel bed she visited, leaning down to tie her shoelace before making an attempt to sneak out without anyone catching her. She stood up and grabbed the clutch she had the night before and headed for the door. She stopped and paused, looking at the beautiful, gleaming silver shine of the World Championship trophy from the Abu Dhabi morning sun shining through the thin curtains. Her mind from the night before was a blur and to be quite honest, she didn't entirely want to remember it. Especially based on where she woke up.
"Leaving so soon?" She jumped at the sudden groggy voice and turned to see Sebastian laying on the bed with nothing but the bedsheets dressing him. "I don't want people seeing me here." Y/n replied. "You don't want to be associated with me." Sebastian chuckled. "No, it's not that. It's just we are teammates and this shouldn't happen between teammates." Sebastian laughed again. "Well if it eases your concious, no other driver on the grid has a teammate that's as talented as you are in the bedroom." She rolled her eyes. "What? Its a compliment." He said. "No, it's not." She retaliated. "How?"
"It implies things about me." She remembers the first time her and Sebastian slept together. It was a drunken mistake. But then again, how many times can something happen before its no longer a mistake? "Well I apologise for...what's the opposite of complimenting?" He asked. He sometimes forgot words or mixed them up. "Insulting, Seb." She replied. "Thank you, schnuki." He said. "Sebastian, don't!" She nearly screamed. He looked at her confused. "I don't see what the problem is? We always do this."
"Seb, that is exactly the problem!" She chucked her clothes back on the floor. "We always do this. This is not normal, I any shape or form! We aren't even friends!" Seb looked at her with his cocky grin still on his face. "We aren't friends?" He asked, faking a hurt voice and pouting his lip. "Shut up or I will shut you up!" He lay back onto the soft pillows behind him and flexed his arms behind his head. "Feel free to do just that, schnuki." She shook her head. "I'm not doing this again." She said. "What do you want from me? Do you just want a quickie and then for me to leave or what?" His face lost the smirk. He realised it was a lot more serious than this. "Well-" He was quiet for a moment. He didn't have anything to say for once. "What would you like me to say?"
"I mean, I'm half hoping you actually-" She stopped and picked her clothes back up. "That's I'd actually what?" He asked, sitting up. "It's nothing, Seb. I'll see you next season." She mumbled, before she walked towards his hotel room door and opened it. "Y/n?" She turned and saw Sebastian staring at her. He looked almost angelic with how the sun had shined on him. The true Red Bull golden boy. "What?" Y/n asked as Sebastian stood in the doorway. "I just can't believe that you're wearing my jumper." He replied. "If you told me at the start of the season that you would be wearing my jumper, I would have laughed." She scoffed.
"Don't be such a dick, Sebastian."
Y/n walked through the airport with her sunglasses covering her tired and red eyes. Although fans were around her, she felt like the loneliest person in existence. She simply sighed and continued walking as fans asked for photos and for her to sign things, to which she obliged and tried to do quickly as to just get to her gate and forget the pain and heartbreak of Abu Dhabi. "Y/n!" An all too familiar voice called. She lifted her head to see her German teammate jogging towards her with his suitcase and backpack.
The swarm of fans soon grew twice the size as the new 3 time world champion joined the woman who took the third place spot. "Sorry I'm late, the cab." He lied. He wasn't meant to fly back for another few days and he definitely wasn't meant to be flying to London like Y/n. "At least you got here." She smiled back. The pair shared a look before Sebastian walked in front of her and grabbed her hand. "We have a flight to catch." She looked down at his hand and swallowed the lump in her throat hard. "Very sorry guys! We have to go, but we'll see you here for next season!" He smiled, pulling Y/n away from the crowd and through to security.
Even in the lines, Sebastian didn't let go of her hand. He instead looked at everything else, such as the boarding times, and tightened his grip ever so slightly. She didn't dare ask why he was holding her hand. She put it down to him trying to prove a point. As Sebastian muttered to himself in German, Y/n decided to let her eyes wander and in doing so, spotted the prying eyes of strangers looking on. The more she looked, the more sets of eyes stared back. It all became that bit too much and she decided it was time to grab Sebastian's attention.
She pulled at his shirt before speaking up gently. "Seb?" He turned and looked down towards her. She was met with his blue eyes, almost instantly soothing her of her worries. "People are looking, you can let go now." Sebastian looked around and saw people staring at him and her, obviously confused about him holding his teammate's hand. "Let them. It's why they have eyes, schnuki." He replied, before pressing a reassuring kiss onto the top of her head. "I found what gate we're at. We can go now." He said, smiling. She simply smiled back and nodded, following him. "Seb?" He looked down to her once again. "What does this mean?" She asked. Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. "Well, I was using this as an opportunity to show my true feelings." He looked down to her. "But I think we find out what this is together. It'd be more fun, no?" Her hand squeezed his tighter, as her other hand reached up to hold his arm. This wasn't teammates anymore. This wasn't even friends. This was something else that neither had felt before. Love, perhaps? Well, they had the whole off-season to figure it out and the rest of their lives to promise it.
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Hello ! How are you doing ? Could I ask for an Adam x reader who doesn't know how to say 'no' so Adam is kinda teaching him how to ? Just reader sweating profusely, looking at Adam, who's making big "No no" signs. I live in a community (?) and my asocial ass is /not/ liking it. I generally act like I'm napping when they're calling me (yes they can't see me but I still pretend in case there's invisible cameras) but when it's face to face, oh lord have mercy... I say yes. I hate driving (I'm a bad driver when I have people in my car...).
Thank you if you do it ! <3
As someone who had to learn that saying "no" is not only okay but also important, I love this request so much!! <3 I hope you like it
People Pleasing doesn't rock
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
Saying no to things, especially people close to you, has always been a struggle, even during your days on earth. And living in heaven hadn't changed much about it. Well that wasn't entirely true, while living in heaven itself hadn't changed anything about that, Adam had. Or at least he was trying to.
He had started to realize that right when you met him. He had invited you to one of his concerts and while you really wanted to go, big crowds weren't your thing, they usually caused panic. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to say no, so you agreed. It ended with a panic attack for you and overwhelm for Adam and his band mates since none of them had known what to do. Luckily Lute had carried you through it - a thing you were forever thankful for.
Adam's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his hand held onto yours to spend you comfort. While you were used to heaven and its people, it didn't mean that your panic was kicking in any less. However when you saw a familiar face in the distance, your mood changed a little and you gave them a bright smile, it was one of your closest friends. They walked right towards you and you poked Adam's side as the first man sighed as he noticed them. They weren't his favorite, in his opinion they were too pressuring and talked you into stuff more than they accepted you not wanting to do certain things. But it wasn't his place to tell you who to hang out with so he remained quiet.
“Hey Y/N,” they greeted you with a warm smile and the three of you stopped so that you and them could have a conversation. “Sup, are you doing okay?” They nodded before changing the topic from smalltalk to whatever it was they wanted to talk about, “So you know how I have this project going on?” You thought about it for a moment before you remembered what they were talking about, “Oh yeah, you mean that art project of yours, right? How's it going?” Their face scrunched up unpleasantly and they broke eye contact, “Not well to be honest and I thought-” Adam interrupted them rudely, his hand gave yours a soft squeeze as he spoke, “And you thought he could help you fix the motherfucking mess you created to save your own fucking ass, didn't you?” You looked up at Adam, the LED face of his mask represented the annoyance his voice had given away quite well, it was visible that he was having none of it.
You looked at your friend in front of you, “Is that true?” They seemed uncomfortable with the way Adam had worded their need even though he was right about it, “Well, sort of, I-” Yet again they were interrupted by Adam, “No.” And oh dear mighty Lord you thanked Adam for disagreeing with them. Because while you loved them, they asked for you to correct their mistakes a little too often. “I think Y/N can speak for himself,” they hissed at Adam who simply flipped them off. “Okay, hear it from him yourself then,” he gently squeezed your hand again and offered you a reassuring look. He'd have your back if they wouldn't respect your no, he'd get you out of the situation if you couldn't do it yourself. So you inhaled deeply and muttered, “Sorry, can't help you,” the words were spoken fast, almost too fast to process but your friend had managed to anyway. “But-” Adam's index finger was onto their lips within a heartbeat, shushing them without a word. “He said no, go look for some other fucker who's willing to fix your fucking mistakes,” and with that the first man lead you away from them.
“Thanks,” you mumbled as you rested your head against his upper arm, still walking the streets. “Yeah, don't fucking mention it. But your ass really needs to learn how to stick the fuck up for yourself,” you sighed at his words, knowing he was right. You couldn't agree to anything, that would lead to you doing everyone's work, fixing everyone's life and drowning in your own problems. “But you did fucking great today, so how about we have your favorite dinner later, huh?” And at that you beamed at him, pure joy was visible in your eyes and he loved to see you that way. God help him, he'd do way too much to see you happy.
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Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 3
Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |-| Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
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Summary: When a routine pick-up goes awry, Susie and DeMarco find themselves stranded, and grow closer as they try to find their way back to Thorpe Abbotts
Warnings: Language, Susie and DeMarco being deeply stupid for an entire chapter
Word Count: 3.9k
Tags: @xxluckystrike @latibvles @footprintsinthesxnd @mads-weasley @joyfulbookreviewmarvelspy
Susie had woken up in a bitterly foul mood, dragging herself out of bed with the sunrise and rubbing sleep from her eyes as she tiptoed across the hut, careful not to wake any of her bunkmates. She loathed pick-up runs - loathed the tedium of long drives through the countryside, with nothing to look at but grass, cows, and more grass. They were good for nothing except a bit of reprieve from the bustle of Thorpe Abbotts, although she doubted anyone on the airfield would miss her in her absence.
Still scraping her hair back into a ponytail as she left the hut, Susie rummaged in her pocket for her keys, swearing under her breath as they fell to the floor with a jangle. No one ever got up this early without a planned mission, so the place was practically deserted, the air still and silent save for the crunch of footsteps against the gravel path. There was a half-eaten packet of crackers in her pocket, and she fished them out one by one as she went, crumbs leaving her throat unbearably dry as she marched towards the ATS garages, searching for her truck.
She had just reached the door, fumbling for her car key, when a familiar bark split the air, echoing through the warehouse. Turning, brow raised, Susie came face to face with Meatball, standing in the open garage door, tail wagging as he stared up at her. Her mouth hung slightly open, frowning in confusion at the dog's sudden appearance. The sound of footsteps drew closer, but she found her questions remained unanswered even as DeMarco came into view. He'd left his uniform jacket behind, shirt only half tucked into his trousers, Meatball's leash wrapped around his hand as he approached. "Ah. Morning."
"Why are you here?" Susie asked, gaze flitting between the man and his dog, still frowning.
"Meatball needed to take a shit. S'pose I could ask you the same question."
"I work here."
"Right. Guess I can't."
She snorted, unlocking the door to her truck and pushing herself up on the step, one foot dangling in mid-air. "Supply run. Gotta go grab some food rations, but it'll take a while so I thought I'd get an early start."
DeMarco nodded, the words leaving his mouth before he had a chance to think them. "I'll come."
Susie stared at him like he'd stepped in something foul, or perhaps said something rude about her mother. "You what?"
He hadn't quite known he was going to offer until he did, but the more he considered it, it didn't seem a terrible idea. "Yeah, I'll come along, keep you company."
"Are you sure? It'll be dead boring - unless you're a big fan of powdered eggs and powdered milk, and... other powder, probably."
Benny smiled - something about her dry cynicism always seemed to make him laugh. "How did you know? Powder's my favourite food group."
Susie chuckled. "Oh, shut up," She chuckled, climbing into the driver's seat and reaching across to open the passenger side door. Taking this as an open invitation, he clambered up, Meatball jumping into his lap the moment he sat down. "I'm not taking the dog on a four-hour round trip."
Now it was his turn to look offended. "Four hours is nothin', he'll be fine. When I was a kid, we used to take road trips that lasted-"
"I don't care about you Americans and your weird obsession with driving. I'm dropping Meatball off when we pass your hut, or you're officially uninvited."
"Fine," Benny grumbled, leaning back in his seat as the engine started with a roar, the truck pulling out of the garage and into the morning daylight. "You had breakfast?"
Silently digging into her pocket, Susie pulled out the half-eaten pack of crackers, dry crumbs spilling over the dashboard as she put them down. She was watching the road, but could feel the look of judgement contorting DeMarco's expression, staring at the side of her face with a horrified frown. "Good God, woman."
They pulled up outside his Nissen hut on the way out of the airbase, and the moment Cleven came into view Meatball had scrambled out of the truck, bounding up to the Major, tail wagging wildly. Susie struggled to suppress a smile as DeMarco let out a sigh of defeat, begrudged at his dog's ability to seemingly love everyone more than him. "You sure that's even still your dog?" She teased, laughing as he reached across to give her a light shove to the shoulder.
He insisted she let him stop to collect some 'real food', refusing to subsist on the dry, crumbled mess of crackers she had retrieved from her pocket, a thoroughly pathetic excuse for a meal. She waited impatiently for his return, fingers drumming off-beat against the steering wheel, rolling her eyes as he came back into view, grinning triumphantly and waving a paper bag in the air. DeMarco grunted as he clambered back into the truck, presenting the sandwiches and thermos full of coffee he'd managed to acquire from the Red Cross volunteers. "They gave me the good stuff, 'cause I didn't tell 'em it was for you."
"Piss off."
They drove for a while without speaking, sitting in silence save for the quiet murmur of the radio, which dropped in and out the more remote their journey became. Benny ate his sandwich contently, watching the countryside roll past outside the window. "Y'know, I'm glad you didn't get fired."
Susie resisted a smirk. The pilot she had punched in the officers' club a few nights prior had attempted to get her into serious trouble, and he would've done so, too. But when his claim was investigated, the men who had been present mysteriously and unanimously had managed to miss the entire event. Not a single person had come forward in support of the pilot's story, and she couldn't help but suspect that someone had spread the word to keep quiet.
"Oh, yeah, it was... quite the coincidence. I didn't know you Yanks were so unobservant."
"It's a real problem - always just missing when assholes get what's comin' to 'em," He nodded in agreement, and Susie let out a huff of laughter, smiling as she shook her head.
DeMarco chuckled, holding a sandwich up to her face every now and then so that she could eat without taking her hands off the wheel. It was his first time leaving Thorpe Abbotts since arriving in England, and never before had he gotten to see the British countryside in the flesh. At one point he had rolled the window down, quickly earning a scold from Susie as farm air and the smell of animal dung filled the truck, leaving them both coughing in disgust. It had taken almost twenty minutes for the stench to dissipate, most of which she spent muttering to herself and threatening to abandon him on the roadside, but her anger seemed to subside when he gave her a biscuit to eat.
A folded-up map of East Anglia had been tucked under his seat, and the rustle of crumpled paper split the silence as Benny retrieved it, brow furrowed as he attempted to survey the lay of the land. "Where are we again?"
Susie tore her gaze from the road for a moment, pointing to one of the thin, winding country lanes. "Somewhere along there."
He nodded, considering this for a moment. "...Are you sure this is the best route?"
"Do you want to drive the bloody truck? Shut up."
"Jesus, alright."
DeMarco looked around, growing steadily more disenchanted by the English countryside with every identical field they passed, beginning more and more to understand Susie's lack of enthusiasm for the journey. The radio signal had begun to stutter so incessantly that they'd turned it off altogether, and he stewed in silence until something interesting finally caught his eye.
Stuck to the rearview mirror was a photo, edges worn soft from being handled too much. It clearly wasn't an old photograph, but it was in a terrible state, battered and creased so much that it was almost hard to decipher what it was of. But upon close inspection, DeMarco found it raised a dozen questions. Susie was there, hair cropped just below her ears, beaming so brightly that she was clearly halfway through a hearty laugh. The image couldn't have been more than a few years old, but she looked so much younger, everything about her appearance softer to the point of being unrecognisable. Beside her was another girl he didn't recognise, clearly still a teenager, dark curls falling past her shoulders, her arms wrapped around Susie's shoulders. They had the same smile, the same eyes. The girl's side of the photo was more faded than Susie's, as if someone had rubbed their finger against it over and over.
"Who's that?" He asked gently. She almost didn't seem to hear him, glancing over for barely a second. But the moment she realised what he was pointing at, the colour seemed to drain clean from her face, her cheeks turning sickly pale. Susie's hand darted out, snatching the photo off of the mirror and tucking it swiftly in her pocket out of sight.
"No one."
DeMarco frowned, gaze softening, any humour that had once lined his voice immediately sapped away. Her jaw was clenched, fist gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, but she had put the photograph away with such deliberate, tender care that it wasn't hard to fill in the gaps. No one kept a photo in that way of someone alive.
He kept quiet after that, and Susie couldn't help but feel a twang of guilt tug within her. He had a right to ask - had a right to try and get to know her, although why he bothered she'd never know. Her bunkmates had all seen the photograph of her family, framed beside her bed, but no one had ever thought to ask about Ellie. No one had ever picked the tiny baby from the crowd of little smiling faces. Her photo stayed here, where no one else had ever laid eyes upon it until now.
She was her best-kept secret, and her most obvious lie.
"She's my sister." Susie uttered after almost ten minutes of arduous silence had passed. DeMarco had been staring blankly out of the window, his gaze drawn by the sound of her voice.
"Is it just you two?" He asked. She appreciated the effort taken to talk about her in the present tense - she didn't doubt that he'd figured it out already.
"Nah," She shook her head, chuckling slightly. "There's eight of us. She's the youngest - I'm number six."
Benny let out a low whistle. "Jesus. I pity your folks."
"We lived in a poor bit of Manchester, it's just like that. We get on well enough... Haven't seen 'em in a while."
He hummed, nodding along as she spoke, unsure of quite what to say. There were clearly things Susie wasn't saying, and he didn't want to push her, lest he risk making anything worse. "... D'you want another sandwich?"
"Yeah, actually," Susie nodded, and he fished another one out of the bag, dutifully holding it up to her mouth so she could eat.
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The pick-up was quick, so quick it almost didn't feel worth the trip, tins and cartons of all kinds of foodstuffs piled up in the back of Susie's truck and secured for the long return journey. They hadn't time to waste, so after a shared cup of coffee and a quick walk around the outside of the warehouse to stretch their legs, they were back on the road again. Radio reception was better here, and they managed a rather self-conscious sing-along to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' before deciding it was less embarrassing to just sit in silence.
After a while, DeMarco had taken to filling the quiet by telling Susie stories of his time in flight training, and he was only half certain that she was actually listening. Her eyes never left the road, and she only let out a light chuckle at the funny parts, as if waiting for her cue to laugh but not actually finding it amusing. "Suze, are you listening?"
"Hm?" She hummed, confirming his hypothesis.
"Wowww," Benny nodded bitterly, slowly trailing off as he noticed a strange sound, something between a groan and a rattle reverberating from the hood of the truck. "Ok, tell me you at least hear that,"
Susie's brow furrowed, concern lacing her voice. "Yeah, I'm not deaf,"
"Coulda fooled me," He shrugged. She shot him a glare. "Sorry."
The further they went, the louder the noise grew, and within minutes of its appearance, the truck had begun to splutter and slow down, a thin trail of smoke funnelling out from beneath the hood. Susie pulled to a reluctant stop, sloping sideways into the ditch along the road's side. DeMarco jumped out, more smoke billowing out as he popped the hood, and with a cry of frustration, it became alarmingly apparent that Susie couldn't get the truck to restart now that it had stopped.
"Fuck!" She yelled, the door slamming shut behind her as she clambered out, almost slipping sideways into the ditch. "Motherfucker!"
"Well, what's wrong with it?" He called to her, staring down at the truck's insides.
"I don't know! God - I should've listened to Charlotte when she told me to get Bevan to check it."
"You didn't make sure it was working before you left?!" DeMarco cried.
"It was working fine! I don't know what's happened!"
"Yeah, maybe 'cause you're not a mechanic, Susie!"
"Shut up!" She snapped, and his mouth fell shut. "Just shut up a sec, let me think."
The pair stood side by side, hands on their hips, staring in despair at the indecipherable machinery before them. Neither had any clue what to do, and it was becoming alarmingly obvious that they were stranded, nothing but farmland as far as they could see in either direction.
"Ok... Ok," Susie huffed, lowering herself to sit on the grass at the edge of the ditch. "Just... get the map, we'll figure something out."
DeMarco swiped it from under his seat, quickly sitting down beside her. They unfolded it, stretching the huge map out across their laps and staring down at the winding roads. "You know where we are?"
"We turned here, I think," She uttered, pointing out their route. "So we're somewhere along this road, probably."
"But you're not sure."
"If I'd known we'd get stuck I definitely would've paid more attention," She snarked. "S'not my bloody fault."
"It is a little."
"You're not helping!"
"No, I know, I'm sorry. I just... don't feel great about this. But I don't blame you, by the way"
Susie let out a long sigh, raking a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. "Look. If we're on this road, which I'm pretty sure we are, there's a village just over that hill," She pointed across to the opposite field, which rose at a slope, obscuring the horizon beyond it. "We'll just... start walking that way, I guess."
Scrambling to her feet, DeMarco quickly followed, still frowning in concern. "Well, what about the truck? It's got all the food in it, we can't just leave it. What if someone comes by and takes it?"
She threw up her hands. "Well, I dunno. You stay here then, you've got a gun."
"What? No, I do not have a gun."
"Jesus, what the fuck are you good for, then?!"
He could tell she was stressed, that she didn't mean what she was saying. Susie struck him as a woman who lashed out when she didn't know what to do, and this was certainly one of those times. DeMarco let the dozen sarcastic remarks bubbling within him ebb away, deciding to just let it be. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, feeling his heartbeat slow, his tone level out. "Let's just go, ok?"
"Ok," Susie frowned grimly.
The march towards her supposed village was miserable, and mud skirted their shoes as they trudged along the edges of fields, DeMarco nervously eyeing a flock of sheep as they passed. It was a beautiful day - the sun beating down on them, the sky a perfect blue - and if they hadn't been stuck here they might have been able to enjoy it. But now they were just beginning to sweat, an added discomfort atop everything else.
"Should've stayed in the city," Susie grumbled. "Can't tell what's mud and what's sheep shit out here."
"At least we didn't bring Meatball," He shrugged, and she let out a single burst of laughter, shrugging off her jacket in the heat.
"Bet you wish you'd stayed home."
"And leave you to march through sheep shit on your own? Never."
Susie turned her head to look back at him, flashing him a smile, her heel skidding in a wet patch of mud the moment she took her eyes off the path. DeMarco lunged forward, holding his arms out beneath hers before she could fall over, seizing her hands tightly in his. Her back was pressed against his chest, a lock of her hair caught on one of his shirt buttons. "God, this is the worst," They both began to chuckle, and she could feel the vibration of his chest against her spine.
Pausing a moment to disentangle themselves from one another, Susie regained her footing, muttering at the mud spatter that now ran up the back of her trousers. By the time they reached the top of the hill, the sight of the village she had promised was like a mirage in the desert, and Benny wasn't sure he'd ever been so glad to see anything.
"Oh, thank god there's a pub," She sighed, trudging limply down the hill towards the road.
"I'm not sure that's our priority right now," He pointed out.
Susie shook her head. "Nah - place like this? That's where everyone'll be."
"It's two in the afternoon."
"Yeah, exactly."
The logic didn't add up to DeMarco, but the moment they entered the pub he conceded, for there were at least ten old men scattered about the place, drinking away like it was a Friday night at the officers' club. "Y'know, I think the English scare me a little," He whispered in her ear, eliciting a snort of amusement.
"Bloody hell, love," The man behind the bar remarked, taking in Susie's appearance as she walked in. Her shoes were caked in mud, a halo of frizz rising around her hair. "You alright?"
"Rough morning. D'you have a phone?"
He nodded, showing her around to the side of the bar where a telephone was bolted to the wall. DeMarco leant up against the wall, watching on as Susie fumbled through her jacket pockets, finally producing a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number messily scribbled upon it.
"Who's number's that?"
"Uh, just... a friend. In the village. I'll send her up to the base, get them to bring a car - go get us a beer, will you?"
He wandered off, leaving her to make the call. Benny wasn't usually the type to drink this early in the day, but after their ordeal, he decided he deserved it, and was waiting with two pints by the time she returned.
"They'll be here in the next couple hours," Susie sighed, lowering herself into the seat opposite him and taking a long, grateful sip of her beer.
DeMarco nodded, his mouth widening with a yawn. "Alright. Sounds good."
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He didn't know when he'd dozed off, nor for how long he'd been asleep. All Benny knew was that one moment he'd been drinking, and the next he was opening his eyes with a grunt, Susie suddenly missing, her seat sitting empty. A jolt of panic shot through him, heart pounding for a second as consciousness rapidly returned, gaze darting around the place for any sign of her. Being stuck out here was bad enough - being stuck without Susie was infinitely worse.
The familiar sound of laughter caught his attention, following it across to the far corner of the pub and releasing a sigh of relief. With the thud of a dart hitting the board, a cheer erupted from the small group of old men that had gathered around her, and Susie turned towards them with a self-satisfied smirk. She caught his eye across the room, flashing a genuine smile before her attention was ripped away again by the competition at hand. She hadn't been lying, that night in the pub back at Thorpe Abbotts - she really was good at darts.
"Glad you woke up," Susie sighed, returning to her seat as the others took their turns. "Would've hated to have to leave you here. Although, ultimately, a sacrifice I'm willing to make."
DeMarco grinned, shaking his head as he lightly kicked her beneath the table. She gasped mockingly, faking offence. "Rude. I'll get the lads to beat you up for that."
"'The lads'?" He raised a brow. "They're visibly pushing eighty."
"And very spry for it," She nodded, and he chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. Across the room, the group of men she had been playing with let out a collective groan of disappointment, and she grinned. "Looks like I'm still winning."
Benny raised a hand to his face, wiping away the thin trail of foam that lined his top lip. "Y'know. This hasn't actually been the worst."
"It's been pretty fucking miserable," Susie shrugged.
"Well, yeah. But you're a pretty good person to be stuck with."
She seemed slightly shell-shocked for a moment, a distinct red flush tinting her cheeks. He realised he rather liked making her blush.
Susie cleared her throat, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "I did enjoy having an extra hand, for sandwich-eating purposes."
"Oh, of course," DeMarco nodded, smirking.
"You should really see about getting a gun though."
"I'm not-... I'm not gonna start carrying a gun around, Susie."
She shrugged. "Your loss."
He smiled, opening his mouth to speak, when a friendly face appeared in the doorway. "... Bucky?"
Susie turned in her seat, brow raised as Egan walked in, a grin creasing his cheeks. "Benny! Heard you were in need of a rescue."
"Thank God - boy, am I ready to get outta here," He huffed, noticing the way her smile flickered slightly, erring on fading.
"Well, let's get goin' - I got some folks picking up your stuff, I'll drive you back."
She rose from her seat just after he made his move, and the pair followed Egan to the jeep waiting outside. Susie quietly slid into the backseat, looking up in surprise as DeMarco climbed in after her, leaving Bucky alone up front.
"You guys look like crap, by the way," He pointed out, eyeing them in the rearview mirror. Benny leant back against the seat, feeling tiredness fill his body once again as the engine started with a roar.
"Eh. Worth it."
#masters of the air#masters of the air oc#masters of the air fic#bernard demarco#bernard demarco x oc#john egan#oc: susie#demarco x susie#fic | better off
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Sp Driving Headcanons that literally nobody asked for
Stan:-
first one to get his licence obvs
usually a calm and defensive driver
gets a scratch on his car and says aw man my dad's gonna kill me
even when he's 30
drives drunk probably
car is a mess. shit everywhere
overall? man can drive. 8/10
Kenny:-
doesn't have licence. couldn't afford that shit
drives anyway
and it's his brother's piece of shit car
can't park for shit, usually just hopes for the best
has a bunch of naughty bumper stickers for sure
can fix his own car
something always broken
huge dent on the side. "jeez man, how did that get there?"
knowing full well it was a hit and run
felt bad so left a note on the dude's car: hit your car but I'm broke and dont have a licence. my bad sorry. hope you get it fixed
somehow never gets pulled over
overall, dude shouldn't even be on the road. 1/10
Kyle:-
suspect to road rage. man's got issues
hates traffic with a white hot passion
no one is allowed to eat in his car... ever.
cartman is the only one that ignores this rule and is constantly hiding wrappers in random places to annoy him
it annoys him
has run a red light on more than a few occasions
got caught speeding. argued his way out of it. thanks dad
overall, a decent driver but mf needs to chill. 7/10
Cartman:-
hates slow drivers
will happily park in disabled spots
and will say "not every disability is visible!"
and then actually gets offended when someone calls him out for doing it
usually kyle
the type of asshole to say "someone better have died for this" when driving past a collision that got him stuck on the highway for 2 hours
tailgates people for fun
hates being tailgated
gets cut off. follows them for 20 mins just to call them a useless cunt
1 ticket away from losing his licence
overall? 4/10. enuff said
Butters:-
taps the wheel along to songs
sings a lot
sometimes oblivious to road signs
because he's usually looking at the scenery around him
drives 10mph under the speed limit
just to be safe
always offers to drive the guys
the guys: 😒😒😒😒
overall, 6/10. score would be higher if the singing stopped
Craig:-
finds driving a chore
but also likes having his own transport so he can bail anytime he wants
like that one time clyde surprised him with a huge birthday party. but that's another story
parks at the back of the parking lot
then regrets it when it rains
never gets to play his own music, because whoever's in the front is in charge of the bluetooth. it's always clyde
mf always giving lifts to people
for free too
always questions himself why he does it
overall, dude deserves a medal for putting up with so much shit. 10/10
Clyde:-
never drives. simple as that
thank fuck for craig and drive thrus, huh
overall, the leech gets a solid 0/10 and that's being generous
Tweek:-
6 failed attempts before he eventually passed
thought he was cursed
turns out he cant drive for shit
only drives to places he's familiar with
so basically a 3 mile radius from his house
drives in silence. man cannot concentrate
tells people to shut up if they are talking to him when he's driving
like I said, man cannot concentrate
overall? I mean, at least he tries. 5/10 for effort
Tolkien:-
listens to the same radio station
pretty observant. can see the accident before it even happens
the most sensible driver out of everyone
somehow never gets asked to drive tho
takes advantage of that
always offers to pay for gas
is the only one that does
overall, a great driver. 9/10. wd buddy
#thanks for coming gang#about time i contributed#south park#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#craig tucker#eric cartman#kyle broflovski#clyde donovan#tolkien black#token black#tweek tweak#butters stotch#southpark#south park headcanons
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V E L O C I T Y || PART 1
A/N: WOOP WOOP, finally part 1 is DONE, I've been writing it for so long now lmao. Anyway, I, once again, ask everyone to go and thank @crackedpumpkin for giving me the courage to write this (and also go read their fics, it's literally a masterpiece like 💖). There might be errors as I haven't proof read this yet, so if you find anything lmk please !! Enjoy!! (Also it's 2 am here, and I got a lecture in the morning, so I'm genuinely warning yall, there might be some odd mistakes)
TAGLIST: N/A
The smoke hangs thick in the air, twisting and billowing like ghostly tendrils as it mingles with the sharp tang of burnt rubber and the pungent scent of gasoline. From the haze, You watch as the familiar wave of energy flows all around you and the people present. Gray mist, speckled with red, similar to the mist after a night of rain in your street, the red from the lights illuminating the road. You feel a smile threatening to form as you absorb this energy.
You nearly jump in surprise when a familiar voice speaks through the earpiece you're wearing—a reminder of why I'm here in the first place. "These damn kids and their cars," the voice says, frustration evident. "Can't tell a damn difference between a wrench and a screwdriver even if it slapped them on the face", You let out a breath of amusement from your nose at the complaints . You slowly turn the steering wheel, guiding the car to it's dedicated position for the race. "Behave now D, that's not why we're here. You got eyes on me?"
The atmosphere is electric, charged with anticipation and excitement, sending a shiver down your spine as you drive into the dimly lit space. Around you, the cavernous expanse is alive with activity. Sleek, customized vehicles gleam under the low lighting, their polished surfaces catching the colorful splashes of graffiti art that adorn the walls.
"You know I do, I even got the cameras set up on the track and possible escape routes."
The crowd buzzes with energy, a lively mix of spectators and racers moving in a chaotic dance. Mechanics hustle around, their tools clinking and clanking as they tinker with engines, striving for that perfect performance. Drivers, their faces set in determined expressions, huddle in small groups, discussing tactics and strategies in hushed tones. Onlookers lean against the walls, their eyes wide with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the start of the races.
You watch them all from the safety of your car, the music and shouts muffled by the glass. You recognise a few of the people around, your nerves now on edge. You start to speak, your voice lowered to a whisper, following the group with careful eyes. "They're here"
A crash sounds from the earpiece, followed by a string of curse words. "Wait really? Fuck, you really hit the nail on the head with that one. How many can you see? Ah wait never mind, I got eyes on 'em. Damn that's a lot of screens to look at-"
You tune him out, deciding to focus on the group ahead instead, counting the members. 1, 2, 3. An annoyed sigh escapes past your lip as you rest your head on the steering wheel, muttering a curse. "Three, I was counting on at least four to get enough cash.."
The sound of laughter grabs your attention, slowly lifting your head as your eyes narrow at the sound. "Well about that, you don't need to have more than one person against you in that race.."
You immediately grab your phone, looking at your bank account and checking the balance. You choke on air once you see the number, sitting up straight and nearly hitting your head on the car roof. "Daisuke what the hell did you do! This better not be Amelie's college funds or I swear-"
Another laugh, interrupts your rant, this one louder than the last, your eyes going to glare right at one of the camera's set in the location. "Relax, this isn't my kid's college fund.. it's some of my retirement money my wife and I saved up back when she was alive. It's no use to me right now, so I thought it would help."
You could feel your heart drop, the anger in your eyes quickly replaced by one of guilt. "Daisuke I ca-" You start, closing your mouth as he interrupts you once more. "Don't even try to send it back Y/N, you went through hell for Amelie and I, this is just how I'm saying thank you. Now focus, you need to kick ass and bring the winning money back home!"
A pained laugh leaves you because of his words, bringing your hand up to rub your nose as you sniff. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, but you gather yourself together before you start breaking down.
You step out of the car, reaching for the duffle bag next to you before you do, and start heading to the middle of the room.
Every sound, every sight, adds to the cacophony of excitement that fills the air, creating a palpable tension that crackles like electricity. It's a world unto itself, this underground car meet, where the rules are few and the stakes are high. You get caught up in the whirlwind of activity, feeling the pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins. You can feel it, all of it —the energy, the anticipation—it's all here, waiting to be unleashed. Your eyes flicker to the metal bracelet on your wrist that had started beeping, a number flashing on it.
17%
A confident smile now on your face, the night is only just beginning. Oh how fun this is going to be.
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The duffle bag hits the table with a loud thud, silencing the group of people in the area as their attention shifts to you. But you keep your eyes on one man, the gray mist around him thicker than the others around him.
Kaji.
He tilts his head to the side, his smile growing once he sets his eyes on you as he adjusts his stance, leaning on the hood of his car. His grey eyes holds your E/C ones. He tilts his head back for a moment, chuckling. "Well then, look who we have here, the Red Devil has finally graced us with her presence. Come to race against me then?"
An annoyed huff leaves you, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the man, raising one brow. He stares back, grinning, a golden tooth glistening under the neon lights. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the tooth, how can you not? You were the reason he had to get it done in the first place.
"I was planning to, unless you give me the money that I'm going to win anyway, would make this whole ordeal go so much faster" You state, shrugging your shoulders as you hear some people laugh. Kaji growls, standing up and going to the table standing between you two, opening the duffle bag and peering inside. He looks back at you, the scowl quickly replaced by his infamous grin. "That's a lot of money, are you confident you'll win?"
"That damn bastad, why I outta-"
You ignore Daisuke's words, keeping your attention on Kaji as he waves two fingers to the other two goons with him, they bring in three duffle bags, placing them next to the one placed earlier. You glance at them, unfolding your arms from over your chest and reaching to the duffle bags. You open the first and quickly check the cash placed inside to make sure none were fake, repeating the same process with the other bag.
You nod, stepping back as you watch someone (who you assumed would be this race's starter) shove the duffle bags into a locked box, placing the key on a chain around their neck. You turn around and begin heading back to your car, raising both hands as you yell over the crowd who began to gather around the both of you.
"Be at the track in 10, I got more important places to be at later, and I'd hate to be late because of you"
The bracelet beeps once more. Your focus shifts to it.
32%
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"You sure you want to do this Y/N?"
You snap out of your thoughts once you hear Daisuke's voice from your earpiece, nodding your head for a moment and letting out an affirmative hum. You could hear the sigh from the ear piece, and you can just imagine him in your head shaking his head and rubbing his temple.
"Just stay safe out there would ya? God knows none of us needs anymore loss"
A grin forms on your face, a soft laugh as you nod once more. "You got it captain" You look ahead as the cars pull up next to yours, people starting to gather around the track and the screens mounted on the wal starts to broadcast the race.
Your heart hammers against your chest, causing your breath to come out staggering. This was it, the moment you and Daisuke have been planning for the past year. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again, your hands on the driving wheel as you stare right ahead.
You have to win.
Losing was not an option.
A quick glance to the metal bracelet on your wrist, checking the number.
45%
"Ready!"
The starter started counting down, the sound of engines rumbling, adding onto the excitement that filled the air. You could see the red specks in the mist growing, showing that what happens after would be utter and pure chaos. That was exactly what you needed.
"Set!"
Beside you, Kaji, revved his engine, glaring at you from his car. You roll your eyes, any other time you'd have given him the middle finger, but right now you needed to focus.
"Go!"
Kaji shot forward like a bullet, his car a sleek silhouette cutting through the darkness. The gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable, a silent promise of fierce competition to come. You weren't far behind, both your engines growling with power as you both jostled for the first position in the opening moments of the race.
Behind you, two other competitors fought tooth and nail for their place in the pack, their cars weaving and swerving in a frantic dance of speed and skill. The air crackled with tension as the four of you raced, Kaji at the lead, you second, and the kther twi battling it out for third.
You let out a curse, glancing at the rearview mirror as you watch the others separate from behind you. You look at the side-view mirrors, seeing them going to either side of you.
"Watch out, 3 o'clock. He's speeding up, seems like he's gonna try and crash into you."
"Gotcha"
You look to your right, and sure enough, hes speeding your way, eyes on your vehicle as he tries to have you crash into the other one on your left. His eyes meet yours, and you couldnt help the smile on your face as you move your hand, raising the middle finger to him. You see the anger in his eyes as he swerves to your direction, and you quickly hit the brakes, your car slowing down and creating space between you and him faster than he could react. You watch as he barely misses your car, a fleeting moment of eye contact before he crashes into the other car.
A laugh escapes your lips as your foot quickly went back to the gas pedal, your car revving back up to life and going to catch up with Kaji.
Two down, one to go.
"Holy FUCK-! Y/N are you okay?"
"Just perfect! Cant say the same for the other two though" You snicker, glancing at your rear-view mirror to look at the crash site, the two guys getting out of their busted cars and telling at each other. "What's the power at??" You ask, turning your attention back to the road ahead, taking a sharp right and finally Kaji's car is back into your line of sight.
"75% and counting, did you purposely make them crash to suck the energy?”
You didn't answer, so he took your silence as confirmation.
As you hurtled down the straightaway, the neon lights of the underground tunnel flashed by in a blur of color, casting strange shadows upon the sleek surfaces of the racing machines. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that drove you forward, pushing you to new heights of speed.
"Two laps left"
A curse leaves your lips, your eyes glancing at your bracelet as you watched the number slowly increases. The space between you and Kaji was so small, yet to you it was almost oceans apart. Your teeth grits together as you think, shaking your head after a moment.
"D, What's the nearest shortcut to the front?"
The man at the other end sighs, you can hear him move around from his desk and the sound of him pressing buttons on his keyboard. "Take a left in a minute, you'll be in the market area, after 5 minutes with the speed you're at take a right, you should be ahead of Kaji by then."
You nod, quickly turning the steering wheel as the sound of the tires skidding reaches your ears, you can imagine the confusion on Kaji's face as he watches you disappear from behind him, the thought making you laugh a bit as you continue to drive.
Daisuke was right, you found yourself driving near the marketplace, swerving left and right through trucks and wagons filled with food. You glance at the clock, 2 minutes before the turn.
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Kaji looks at the rear-view mirror slowing down as he sees you disappear. He looks around him, trying to find any signs you were going to appear but...nothing. He started laughing, pressing harder on the gas pedal, he could feel it, the sweet taste of victory, his victory against the infamous Red Devil.
The finish line was close, it was right there. He couldn't believe it, not only did he just guarantee a win, but he had won thousands from this race alone. He started cheering, hitting the car horn as people started to circle around the finish line.
But just then, he could see something coming out of an alleyway from the corner of his eyes, causing him to swerve as he saw the familiar grey car appear from the shadows. "What the fuck! Where did she come from!?"
You grin at him, giving him a quick salute as you turn the car, you had just stolen first place from him! You laugh, your head thrown back. Kaji never thought he could despise you more than he already did, but clearly he was wrong.
You glance at your bracelet, seeing the familiar number beeping, 100%. "Let's fucking go"
You look at your hands, watching as the energy mist you had been absorbing starts to leave you, your veins glowing gray and some sparks of red. The energy transfers from your arms to your car, you close your eyes, the familiar feeling of your element around you. Pure chaos.
You open your eyes, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, and sure enough, the familiar waves of energy come out of you like waves of an ocean during a storm, feeding more power to your car as it increases in speed.
This was one of the very few perks of being able to control the element of chaos. And arguably, your only favorite.
Cracks had started to form on the ground beneath the car, but it didnt matter, the finish line was right there. And with one final burst of power from you, your car reaches almost unnatural speed, finishing the final lap in a matter of seconds.
You drift your car, shutting your eyes tight as you press on the brakes to get it to stop before hitting the forming crowd, the sound of your wheels screeching against the road before it halts. There was a moment of silence, the only thing you can hear was your heartbeat. Then loud cheers erupt from around you, people running up to your car and shouting your title.
"Holy fucking shit we actually did it. WE WON! Y/N YOURE GETTING OUT OF HERE-"
You flinch at the screaming in your ear, your hand reaching up and muting the earpiece as your eyes looks for the man holding your prize money. You step out of the car, taking deep breaths as you try to ignore the hundreds of eyes on you.
You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump in surprise, quickly turning and seeing who it was. You visibly relax, seeing the man carrying the three duffle bags and handing it to you.
"Good race there Red, I have to ask though, why did you take that shortcut? It could have cost you the race" He asks, watching you as you throw the duffle bags into the backseat. You shrug, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.
"I got lucky... Now, if you'll excuse me, i need to be somewhere"
You get back into your car, the crowd parting as you quickly make your way out from the underground parking. You sit in your car in silence as you make your way back to Daisuke's location, every nerve in your body on edge. This was it. You were finally going to leave.
The mechanic shop wasn't that far, so you managed to get there in time. Quickly getting your car into the garage, Daisuke runs up and closes the garage entrance after you. "Holy fuck, we did it, for a second there I thought that was it!" Daisuke yells, running up to you and opening your car door. You step out, handing him your car keys then you grab the duffle bag, setting it on the nearest workbench.
"It's not over yet, I still need to sneak past Kaji's people and reach the city." You remind him, opening the bags as you started to count the money to be able to split them. "Did you get the other car ready? I can't leave with mine. It'll stand out" You ask, glancing at him for a moment before pausing and seeing a familiar set of keys in your face. Your eyes wide and you grin, quickly snatching the keys.
"Daisuke you did not-" The words leave your mouth faster than you can think things through, looking at the otherside of the garage and seeing the car you were meant to take. "You said it would take you months to fix it up!!"
You look at the car, a 1957 Cadillac series 62 painted navy blue. You walk around it, your fingers running over the smooth surface of the car. If it was possible to marry a car, you would have done so already. You pause, realising that he was actually giving you the cat, you look back at Daisuke and you see him smile at you. You move your hand, trying to hand back the keys. "I can't accept this, the money, the car-"
He raises his hand, and you close your mouth, your brows furrowed together in annoyance. He takes a few steps towards you and places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a small smile. "Y/N, you listen to what I say and listen well.."
"I want to give these to you. You've done so much for me and my daughter already, and you still continue to do so when you didn't have to in the first place.” You turn your face away from his gaze, biting the inside of your cheek as you fight away the tears threatening to spill. “Hey, hey look at me-" He gently grabs your chin, turning your face back to him, similar to what he would do with his daughter when he has something important to tell her.
"I'm so grateful for you, Amelie as well. You've come a long way to get to where you are now. Your father would have been proud of the person you became" He states carefully, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his shirt as you hold him tight.
"I'll come back for you, all of you, I promise"
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and patting your hair in a calming manner. "I know you will kid, you're too kind for your own good" he muttered, his voice wavering. You both pull away from each other, looking at each other before you give him a sad smile.
"I'm serious, I'll come back and help you leave, then we'll open up a car repairs shop together and restore beauties like this one" You push, pointing at the cadillac nearby.
Daisuke laughs dryly, shaking his head for a moment before crossing his arms. "Alright alright, I trust you, now you better get going, you need to be out of this goddamn hell hole before sunrise, chop chop!" He urges you back to your new car, opening the door for you and you get in. "I already put your bags in the trunk, Amelie left you some snacks in a lunchbox, but i'm pretty sure it's some form of clay" You laugh at the comment, shaking your head as you think of the little brown haired girl you had grown to love.
"Thank you.. for everything" You state softly, looking at him with a soft smile. Daisuke smiles back, giving you a curt nod as he steps back, opening the garage door once more.
"Don't mention it kid, now go, I'll hide the other car later tonight" You nod, backing out of the garage and into the night, the Cadillac perfectly blending into the darkness of the town.
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A figure watches from afar, his hand going up to run over his beard. Wu watches as the young girl drives away, a heavy sigh leaving him as he turns to leave. He reaches up and runs his hands over his dragon, carefully mounting it as it soars up into the sky.
"She gets stronger everyday, I fear we may not have enough time to prepare”
#cole brookstone x reader#ninjago x reader#cole x reader#lego ninjago#ninjago#x reader#lego ninjago cole#lego ninjago x reader#cole brookstone#cole ninjago
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Driving with Muichiro in a silly car toy...
Explanation: The reader is a goofy lil person and brings a cursed barbie toy car to the headquarters... Then makes Muichiro join them.
Things: I wrote this having a platonic relationship in mind but It's alright If you imagine something romantic! I tried not to add anything that would mention this. Reader is gender neutral! I know that in taisho era there wasn't much cars and they didn't look like this but yea...!
Warnings: None! :3
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The hashira meeting finished... Muichiro stayed at the headquarters, he was about to leave when the clouds caught his attention. He spaced out and forgot what he was about to do...
A few minutes passed, then he heard a familiar voice yell "Vroom, vroom!". He knew the person well and who they are to him but wasn't sure what's their name... What was It? [Misspelled version of Y/N] or [Y/N]? Well, It doesn't matter... He turned his head to the person and saw them driving in a very suprising car toy...
The toy car was barbie themed and had barbie 'sticker things' all over It... Well, not really stickers, they were painted on the car's outside walls but they had that extra white outline over them which made them look like stickers to Muichiro. The background was pink and there was a text written that spelled "Slay gurl!".
The places to sit in were even worse... The one [Y/N] was sitting in, the driver sit had a huge barbie painted over It. (So they were basically sitting on barbie but we don't talk about that...) while the other one had ken painted over It in the same way... "That's unusual." Muichiro thought to himself.
[Y/N] drove beside him and waved, still holding the wheel with her other hand.
"Took a toes! You must join me!"
"*Took a toes...? Was that my name? No... It's Tokito.*" he thinks to himself, then verbally replies.
"No... I cannot. As a hashira, It would be unprofessional."
[Y/N] pouts, pretending to be very offended.
"But that's mean... Pretty please~?"
They make puppy eyes. He's being manipulated into saying yes but he holds the urge back...
"I'm a hashira, I can't. The answer is no."
"Pleasee?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
And It continued. Muichiro tried to walk away, he couldn't. Their car was following him. Muichiro tried to run. There was no escape. So he finally agreed...
"Fine... But only for a bit and only because you wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you're happy."
"Yup!"
So Muichiro slowly sat down, proceeded with very much caution and a disgusted face...
The sit he was supposed to hop on had a ken painted over It... But then, If he didn't sit down then [Y/N] would bother him for a lifetime being.
"Okay.. Let's get this over with." Muichiro said with little to no interest.
[Y/N] immediately started driving, the whole scene was very chaotic... They kept crashing into trees and [Y/N] turned on a very weird song.
Everytime a fellow hashira noticed him driving in the silly toy car with [Y/N], Muichiro would look away and his face would get red out of embarrassment. He was a hashira afterall, he wasn't supposed to act like this!
But then, It was quite enjoyable to do this with [Y/N]... He finally could do something childish, something that his job didn't really allow him to...
author's note: This is the first time I have written something in half a month so I hope that It is good! Hashira's reactions to the whole scene coming soon!
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Crashing Waves // Chapter 7 // Namor
Pairing: Namor x POC Reader
Warning: Spoilers
Chapter 6 // Chapter 8
// Shuri POV //
"Riri we need to find a way out of here! Okoye, we have to split up."
"Absolutely out of the question. Get in the car princess." She said as Riri got into her suit. I tossed the kimoyo bead onto the car as Okoye got into the driver seat. As soon as the door blew I saw our opening.
"Activate autopilot." With that command the car drove off with Okoye inside and I took off on the dirt bike. The police wasted no time giving chase while Riri took to the skies. I dodged through oncoming traffic avoiding any cop brigades.
"Princess, you have an overhead drone zoning in on your location.
"How high?"
"I got it." Riri said as she ascended into the clouds.
"Riri! You can't go that high without losing oxygen." I warned her before AI told me the tracking drone was gone. I looked up to see Riri falling from the sky and heading for the water. "Riri are you okay!?"
Miraculously she came to a stop right above the water before meeting back up with us. The police started to block off the bridge and I clenched my jaw. I honestly didn't know what more to do before Riri's voice shouted out to us.
"Got a gift for ya coming in 3, 2. The drone that was flying ahead was now scattered on the ground, crushing the police blockade.
"Let's go!" She shouted as I came to a stop.
"We should hurry out of here before-" everything went silent until an unknown explosion went off behind us with so much force I had to create a shield with my kimoyo beads. My head hit the concrete and everything went black.
Okoye called out to the princess as she lay still in the street. Maneuvering her way out of the car she checked her over as Grio spoke.
"The princess is okay. She lost consciousness but she should be waking up momentarily." Okoye looked behind her as Riri was getting dragged away by a rope. She ran rlup and cut the spear before it took the girl any further. Then a group of blue skinned people emerged from the water with weapons of their own. She didn't hesitate to grab her spear to prepare for a fight. She easily took down 3 of them but then they did the impossible. They got back up.
Soon enough, another approached the woman with a weapon of his own. The fight between them was swift and quick till he knocked her to the ground leaving her with a distracted shoulder. Okoye looked over at the princess before snapping her bone back in place, grabbing her spear and rushing him.
Shuri began to come to just as Okoye was tossed until the waters below. Before the threat could advance to Riri, the princess jumped in front of them with an extended hand. "I am Shuri. Princess of Wakanda and I ask that you don't hurt this girl. Take me instead." She said to them as Grio translated her words.
"We should take them both back alive." The woman nodded as the bigger man took off a mask. He approached the princess and placed this mask over her mouth and nose.
"Breathe."
// End of Shuri POV //
You had regained consciousness about half an hour after Namora and Attuma left. You have been alone in the space ever since. You figured Namor was with his people and you let a hand brush over your face. You couldn't believe you showed him that. Your past. One you're not completely proud of.
"So stupid." You mumbled as the sound of water splashing around caught your attention. Maybe Namor was back to make you feel bad again. Your eyes lit up when they landed on a familiar face. The princess. You stood and walked around the structures to get to the other side.
"Shuri?!" You said and she turned to you with wide eyes.
"Y/N!" She ran up to you and wrapped her arms around you, slightly lifting you off the ground. She had grown taller. You held each other in silence before she pulled away looking you over. "Why are you here? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay. Just a little lightheaded." You shocked your head and she hugged you again. She was the closest thing you had to a sister and she was standing right in front of you after not seeing her for years. She sighed into the embrace and you knew it was something she really needed.
"What are you doing down here?" She asked with worried eyes.
"A colleague of mine brought me on a ship because they found what they thought was vibranium. Out in the Atlantic. Unfortunately it was. Namor and his people attacked and killed everyone there. Brought me here because of what I knew. Who I've been around." You said looking up at her before someone cleared their throat. You turned to see a young girl but you recognized her face from a file that the general had given you.
"The scientist?" You whispered and she nodded.
"How did you know?"
"I was given this information when I stepped foot on that ship. But I didn't know she was a kid. Hell, I didn't even know about the machine until they found the vibranium." You said with a scowl.
"This is Riri Williams. The machine was just a science fair project." She frowned. "Namor wants her dead for her creation. I'm trying my best to protect her." She told you and you couldn't believe it. He was willing to kill and kid over something that wasn't voluntarily her fault.
"She's just a kid. How was she supposed to know her machine would end up in the government's hands?" You shocked your head before turning to the girl. You reached for her hand and she didn't back away. Just melted into your protective aura. "We won't let him hurt you." She nodded before grabbing her head trying to make sense of the situation. One of Namor's people approached us with some clothes and presented them to the princess.
"Way princesa. Le usados tumen le realeza way te' Talokan."
"Here princess. They are worn by royalty here in Talokan." You translated and Shuri looked back at you in confusion. Long story." Shuri changed clothes before she was told Namor had summoned her. She looked back at you and Riri and you gave her a nod.
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XLVIII. The shining
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Warnings: The usual curses. SMUT, MINORS DNI. Mentions of cockwarming. Perv!Hoon. Dry humping. Fingering. Pet names. Daddy kink. Rough sex. Dacryphilia. Dirty talk. Manhandling. Edging. Overstimulation. Breeding kink. Cum play/Cum eating. Praise kink. Sex jokes. (I think that's all)
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“Welcome to Australia, we hope you enjoy your trip!” the flight attendant said as you got out of the airplane, followed by your boyfriend and your bandmates. Everyone greeted the older woman before you walked into the airport for the checkout and your luggage.
“I'm finally home!” Jake exclaimed as he smiled brightly, you never saw him smiling like that. “I've never been so excited, guys I have a long list of places that you need to see,” he turned around, finding you giving a gentle smile as the other boys rolled their eyes, tired from the long flight.
“I literally can't feel my ass,” Heeseung mumbled before yawning. “Where's Chan hyung? He said he'd be here by now.” As soon as he finished the sentence, you heard a familiar voice behind you.
“Hey guys! Hope you had a good flight!” Chan said, greeting everyone with a hug before he stopped at Sunghoon, the younger boy gave him an awkward smile. “Oh come on, brother in law,” he teases before wrapping his arms around him and hugging him a bit too tight, making everyone laugh.
“We're so happy to be here,” Jay said, hugging Chan again. “Hyung, you're getting married!”
“Oh shut up, I'm literally shitting my pants, I'm so nervous,” the oldest said, sighing. “Anyways, let's go! You'll stay at the hotel where we'll do the reception,” he said, walking towards the parking lot of the airport as you followed him.
“Dude, I still can't believe you're getting married in two days!” you said excitedly as you grabbed his hands while the boys left the luggage in the trunk of the van.
“Yn, please stop mentioning that, I'm already nervous,” he whined with a big smile, “but I'm so happy too, it's such a weird feeling.”
“Still, I'm so happy for you! And so excited to be the flower girl, oh my god!” you smiled happily, releasing his hands as the boys walked towards you after closing the trunk.
“We're ready!” Jake said, wrapping his arm around Chan, “when will we meet your girl?” he asked curiously.
“Well, you'll meet her tonight,” he replied, “I want you guys to come for dinner! Unless you want to rest, you must be tired from the flight,” the boys shook their heads as you did the same.
“We can get some rest now, maybe wash up too and then we'll be ready for tonight, don't worry about that,” Heeseung replied quickly.
“Are you all sure?” he asked worriedly as his gaze traveled from Heeseung to the rest of you.
“Yeah, we're young, hyung!” Jay exclaimed, “We can take a small nap and then we'll go to your place!” The rest of the band nodded, smiling at the older guy.
“Alright, I'll pick you up though,” he said, “now let's go, I want you to get some rest before tonight!” he rushed you, making you laugh. You opened the door, got in the van and sat next to Sunghoon at the back. Heeseung and Jay followed, sitting in the middle row before they shut the door behind them. Jake got in the passenger seat whilst Chan sat on the driver's seat, starting the van before he looked back.
“Is everyone here? YN, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake,” he counted heads making Jay whine.
“Why do you do that? We're not kids,” he rolled his eyes, earning a laugh from everyone.
“Because the only time that I didn't count, we forgot Heeseung at the bar,” Chan explained, turning around and putting on his seatbelt.
“Yeah, it was weird that we were so comfortable in the back,” Jake nodded, “the only one having a hard time was Sunghoon cause you were driving his car.” He laughed, making the boy blush as he looked through the car window.
“Baby~ Don't listen to him,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and rubbing small circles on it with your thumb to comfort him.
“I'm fine, doll, but that reminded me that I was jealous of Chan hyung,” he looked at you and giggled, squeezing your hand. “But if anyone tries to flirt with you here, I'm gonna kiss you in front of them.” He warned, earning a chuckle from you.
“My cute boy~” you cooed, kissing his cheek. “You can kiss me in front of whoever you want, my love.”
“Yeah?” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist as he leaned closer, “Because I'd love to kiss you now,” he whispered before crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, smiling against his soft lips as you took your hand to his hair, tangling your fingers between his soft locks.
All of a sudden, you both felt like it was only you and him in the van as you lost yourselves into the kiss without caring about the other boys telling you to get a room or joking around and laughing.
Chan left you all at the hotel, it was the second fanciest hotel that you've seen.
“I'll pick you up around eight, okay?” he said, getting a nod for an answer, “see y'all later, hope you like the hotel!” You greeted him, before making your way to the reception. Jake talked to the receptionist, giving him your names, the man nodded with a bright smile as he passed him four keys.
“Alright, looks like we've got our own rooms,” he passed two keys to Jay and Heeseung, “except for you two, you gotta share,” he passed you another key as he pocketed his own key.
“Oh, so we're sharing a room? If there's only one bed, you'll sleep on the floor Jakey, unless you wanna sleep with me,” Sunghoon joked, making everyone laugh.
“Ew, no, you kick in your sleep, I'm sorry but you'll sleep with YN,” he replied, shaking his head pretending to be sorry.
“Alright, I'll sleep with my pretty girl~” He said, looking down at you as he wrapped his arm around you, leaning closer to kiss your cheek.
“Well, I'm gonna go to my room before I throw up,” Jay joked, making his way towards the elevator. The four of you followed him as you saw a few men carrying your luggage in the other elevator. Jake pressed the button as the doors closed.
“Oh my god, I'm so excited!” the Aussie boy smiled, “can't wait to show you my list!” The boys smiled at him as you pat his shoulder.
“You need to get some rest, Jakey,” you said, earning a nod from everyone. The doors opened at the correct floor, where you found your luggage already in front of each door.
“Alright, I'm gonna take a nap,” Heeseung said, walking towards his room as he grabbed his suitcase.
“Yeah, me too,” Jay followed, grabbing his own suitcase and getting in his room too. Jake greeted you, doing the same as the other boys, it was just you and your boyfriend now.
Sunghoon grabbed both suitcases whilst you opened the door, revealing a very nice and cozy room, covered in neutral tones and good lighting.
“Wow, this is so nice,” the model said, his eyes scanning every inch of the hotel room as he put down the luggage.
“Yeah, Chan really cares about us, I mean, look at this bedroom!” you exclaimed with a bright smile as you walked to the balcony, “oh my god, Hoon, look! The view is so beautiful,” your boyfriend approached you, hugging you from behind and placing his chin on your shoulder.
“Not as beautiful as my girlfriend~” He kissed your cheek softly as he rubbed small circles on your waist. “Aren't you tired baby?”
“Just a little, it was a long flight,” you replied, turning around to face him as he kept hugging you. “Let's take a nap, my love,” you said, kissing his lips quickly. Your boyfriend followed your lips, stealing another kiss as he took his hand up to your neck. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, something that he used to do when he didn't want to stop kissing you.
You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you melted into his touch. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as his other hand went up and down on your body, caressing your figure softly. At the lack of oxygen, you both pulled away while Hoon pressed his forehead against yours.
“I love you so much my baby girl,” he whispered, staring into your eyes and smiling at you, letting you see his cute dimples and fangs. Oh how you wished that he was biting you right now.
“I love you too, my sweet boy,” you replied, pecking his lips before you got lost into his starry eyes.
“Do you want to cockwarm?” he suddenly asked, making you giggle. He could be the sweetest and cutest sometimes but your boyfriend was also a pervert. Even though you knew that your man was a pervert sometimes, you knew that he loved to be close to you. Every time he felt clingy or bad or just wanted to be close, he'd ask you to cockwarm him.
“Pervert,” you teased him, watching his smile turning into a pout, “I'm kidding, you know I love cockwarming.”
“And I'm the pervert? I just want to be close to my pretty angel while you only want me to fill you up with my big cock,” he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. You slap his bicep playfully.
“I want to be close to you too, dumbass,” he smirks, leaning closer to kiss your lips softly. His hand leaves your neck, traveling down your body and finding his other hand before they both reach your thighs. He picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the king sized bed.
Sunghoon laid you down on your back gently, the soft mattress felt like heaven after a long trip but your boyfriend's lips were sending you to cloud nine. He was so addictive and you enjoyed every single kiss and touch.
You took your hands down, playing with the hem of his shirt, making him bite your lip as he started to grind against you. You slid your hands under his shirt, grazing his toned abs with your nails, a subtle touch that made him go crazy. The model tugged on your lip, pulling away briefly.
“Maybe I need to fuck that tight little cunt before we take that nap,” he mumbled, eyes filled with lust as he continued his motions, his dick getting harder with every move.
“So you didn't want to just cockwarm! You wanted to put your dick inside me so you could fuck me,” you tease with a light pout, “you're such a pervert.”
“Only for you, kitten,” he smirked before sitting up, taking off his shirt before hovering over you, kissing your lips again as his hand traveled to your chest. He slipped his hand under your top, groping your breast, making you moan into the kiss.
The boy shoved his tongue into your mouth, instantly fighting yours as he pinched your nipple, making you moan louder. Your hands roamed all over his body before you reached his pants, unbuttoning it and pulling down his zipper. You slid your hand in his pants, palming him, the only thing that separated your hand from his shaft was the fabric of his boxers.
Sunghoon groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips faster against your hand as his tip started leaking precum. You squeezed his cock gently, earning a moan from him as he pulled away, slightly panting to catch his breath.
“Fuck, kitten, stop teasing,” he mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more room. “I'll make sure that no one flirts with my girl,” he whispered, sucking on your skin and biting it slightly until he left a hickey.
“Nobody will flirt with me, I'm all yours baby boy,” you played with his tip, making him grunt against your skin as he ruined his boxers. “But what if I made you cum in your pants, huh?” you teased, earning a hard bite on your neck before he pulled away to look at you.
“Don't even think about that, doll,” he wrapped his arm around your waist, sitting up and pulling you on his lap before taking your top off. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous.” He bit his lip, admiring your half naked body. Sunghoon leaned down, taking one of your boobs in his mouth as he started to lick your nipple, biting it slightly.
You moaned, taking your hand to his hair as you pulled on it a bit harder from how good he made you feel. You ground against his clothed dick, enjoying the way that his tip rubbed against your clothed clit thanks to the skirt that you were wearing.
The boy released your boob, paying attention to the other one as he looked at you, his shiny eyes admiring the way you looked at him while your doe eyes got teary due to the stimulation.
“Fuck, baby, please,” you moaned, “I need you inside me.” You begged, making him moan around your boob before he pulled away. You felt his cock twitching against your clothed clit.
“You look so pretty when you beg, my love,” he captured your lips in a soft kiss as he skillfully got rid of your skirt and panties, noticing a big stain of your wetness on your underwear. He pocketed said panties in his trousers. One of his hands moved to your waist whilst the other went down, straight to your core as he rubbed your folds teasingly.
“Sunghoon, please,” you moaned into the kiss before pulling away. “I want you so bad daddy,” the name turned him on more than you thought. He loved when you called him daddy, especially in that whiny and desperate tone. He suddenly shoved two fingers inside you, making you whine from the sudden stretch.
“Sh, it's okay kitten, daddy is here,” he kissed your cheek lovingly, thrusting his fingers in a fast pace, making you see stars as his thumb rubbed your clit. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, my pretty kitten.”
“Please, want more,” you whined as he picked up his pace. You placed your forehead on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him as you dug your nails into his skin, making his cock twitch.
“Yeah? More? Anything for you, my sweet angel,” he whispered, kissing your neck as he shoved a third finger inside you, loving how you were already clenching around his fingers. You moaned in his ear as he kept fucking you with his veiny hand, but that wasn't enough, you wanted his cock. You wanted Sunghoon to destroy your pussy like he always does, you wanted him to be balls deep inside you, making you cry on his cock as you marked him up.
“C-cock, please,” you whimpered, feeling close to your orgasm. “Wanna cum on your dick, please.” Your boyfriend smiled, pulling his fingers out of you before shoving them in his mouth, licking them clean and moaning around them as he tasted your juices.
“You always taste so good doll, come on kitten, daddy is gonna fuck you full of his cum now~” he cooed, pushing you down on the mattress. You pouted, letting him go as you watched him getting up to take off his pants and boxers. You bit down on your lip as you saw his dick hitting his abs, his red tip oozing precum. “Bet you want to taste me now, I know that look,” he teased, taking his hand to his cock, stroking it as he spread the precum all over his long shaft.
“I'd love to suck daddy's cock but I really need him,” you said, taking your hand down to your core, opening your glistening folds with two fingers to give him a better look of your entrance. “Need him here~” you pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes.
“Fuck, I think you really want to kill me,” he mumbled, hovering over you. He tapped his tip on your clit, teasing you as he smirked. “Gonna fuck you so good, kitten,” he pecked your lips before shoving his cock inside you in one go until he was bottoming out. You moaned loudly as he started to thrust into you.
“Fuck, you're so big,” you whined, placing your hands on his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Sunghoon groaned, hiding his face into your neck as he kept pounding into you, just the way you liked it.
The room was filled with lewd sounds. Your moans got louder with every thrust which made Sunghoon chuckle.
“Fuck kitten, you're so loud today but you gotta be a little more quiet.” he whispered in your ear, smirking mischievously, “unless you want the whole building to hear your pretty sounds, bet you'd love that~” Your walls clenched around his cock from his comment. “My little pervert, bet you want everyone to hear how good I fuck you.”
“Yeah, I want everyone to hear that I'm daddy's cum dump,” You moaned as your orgasm approached, his tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, taking you to cloud nine.
“Yeah? I've got an idea though, let me go kitten,” your boyfriend smirked, pulling out of you as you begrudgingly obliged with a pout. “Good girl,” he praised, kneeling between your legs as he gripped your waist, manhandling you and putting you on all fours.
“How will this-” you didn't finish the phrase, you only felt Sunghoon's hand on your hair as he pushed your face down on the pillow, keeping your ass up before he aligned his cock with your entrance.
“That'll help to keep you quiet while I-” he made a pause, pushing his cock inside you before giving a hard thrust. “Destroy this pretty pussy~” He mumbled with a mischievous smirk as he placed his hands on your hips, gripping on it as he started thrusting at a fast pace.
You moaned into the pillow, clenching your walls around his cock as you heard his groans.
“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbled, thrusting harder and faster. “You're still so fucking tight, kitten.” You arched your back, moaning louder as your legs trembled from the new angle, feeling his tip kissing your cervix.
You hugged the pillow, moaning his name as he dug his nails into your skin, pounding mercilessly into you. You felt your orgasm approaching whilst you started to cry from the pleasure.
“Wanna cum please,” your voice and moans were muffled by the pillow but your boyfriend still understood you. He moved his hand, his thumb reached your clit as he started to rub small circles on it, making you whine.
“Go on, kitten, cream daddy's cock,” he said, rubbing your clit faster whilst thrusting at an animalistic pace, trying to reach his high. “I'm so close, gonna fill you up so well, kitten.” His thrusts became sloppier as you came all over his cock but he didn't stop. Sunghoon kept pounding and playing with your clit, overstimulating you as you rolled your eyes back from the pleasure.
“Want you to cum again, kitten, cum for daddy, I know you can do it,” he groaned as he tried to keep his pace but it was hard for him since he could feel your walls hugging his dick so deliciously.
After a few more thrusts, Sunghoon moaned louder as he gave a deep thrust, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you and painting your walls white. He kept pounding, making you cum again around his dick as he overstimulated himself.
Sunghoon stood inside you, catching his breath as he caressed the skin of your hips, admiring the bruises and small scratches that he left. He pulled out, leaning down to lap at your cunt, swallowing the mix of your cum and his, making you whine against the pillow.
He moved his tongue slowly, trying not to overstimulate you too much. He pushed his tongue in your hole, cleaning you up and gathering as much cum as he could before he swallowed.
The model pulled away, licking his lips as he watched your trembling legs still up, making him grin.
“Did I go too far? Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing your back gently. You got up, sitting on the bed as you pouted.
“I'm okay,” you laid down on your back, opening your arms for him. “Come here, wanna cuddle.” Sunghoon smiled, laying on his side next to you as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and the other around your shoulder, letting you use his bicep as a pillow.
“My cute kitten, you did so well,” he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. “You took me so well, I'm so proud of you, my love.” He hugged you tight, pressing soft pecks all over your face and making you giggle.
“Thank you, Hoonhoon,” his smile got bigger at the nickname, he loved it when you called him that. “You always treat me so well, my love.” You took your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks as you rubbed them gently.
“What can I say? My angel deserves the princess treatment~” he cooed, kissing you again. You kissed him back, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. Sunghoon melted into your touch as he rubbed small circles on your waist with his thumb.
“I love you so much,” you whispered once you pulled away. “You have no idea, my darling.” He blushed from the petname, it was one of his favourites.
“No, I love you more, my cute angel.” He bit your cheek gently, making you laugh.
“Stop doing that!” you whined, “why do you always bite my cheeks?” You pinched his cheek softly.
“Oh shut up, you always bite or pinch my cheeks.” he replied, biting your cheeks again.
“Sunghoon!” you laughed, shaking your head. “We should get up,” you mumbled, taking your hand to the boy's hair as you started to play with it.
“Why? Let's stay here for a few hours,” he pulled you closer to him.
“Baby, we need to get ready for Chan's dinner,” you pouted, earning a kiss from the figure skater.
“Relax, we still have like,” he made a pause, pulling his hand away from your waist to grab his phone from his pants to check the time. “Fuck we have an hour, we need to get up now.”
“Shit!” you exclaimed, getting up quickly as you ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Sunghoon shut his eyes, taking a quick nap as you showered. He knew it was better to leave you alone in the bathroom or you'd end up wasting more time with him.
You got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body. A smile appeared on your face as you saw your boyfriend, peacefully sleeping, like a cute baby. You leaned down, pressing soft kisses on his cheeks as you called his name, making the boy groan in his sleep.
“Hoonie, wake up, you need to shower,” you mumbled, poking his cheek until he opened his eyes.
“What?” he sleepily asked before yawning.
“You need to get ready for Chan's dinner, my love,” you repeated, kissing his forehead. A sleepy smile appeared on his face as he stretched, getting up and patting your head as he made his way to the bathroom.
You opened your suitcase, picking the perfect outfit to meet Chan's girlfriend. You dressed up quickly before sitting on a chair, starting to do your makeup. Sunghoon got out of the bathroom, biting down on his lip as soon as he saw you.
“My baby looks so pretty~” he made his way towards you, hugging you from behind. You felt something poking your back, making you blush.
“Go back to the bathroom and take a cold shower right now.” You deadpanned, staring at him through the mirror in front of you. The boy pouted. “Sunghoon, I'm serious.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Alright, I'll go take a cold shower.” He rolled his eyes, patting your wet hair before he got in the bathroom again to get rid of his boner.
After fixing your hair whilst your boyfriend fixed his big problem, you went down to the lobby. You found your friends already waiting for you two, another familiar face was talking to them.
“No way!” You exclaimed, walking towards them as you pulled your boyfriend's hand to make him walk faster before you let him go. The other boy looked at you, completely shocked before he smiled, walking towards you.
“YN? You gotta be kidding me,” the boy wrapped his arms around you as you hugged his waist. Your boyfriend stared at the scene, slightly puzzled since he didn't know who you were hugging. “It's been so long, how are you?” He asked, pulling away from you as he looked at you.
“I'm really good! What about you?” You answered, smiling at him brightly. Your boyfriend's gaze kept going between you and the boy as he started to talk with the boys, trying to find out who was him.
“I've been good! I've been traveling a bit, are you going to Chan's too?” he asked, taking a hand up to his neck.
“Yeah, actually I'm going with the boys and my boyfriend!” you said excitedly, walking towards Sunghoon as the boy followed you. “This is Park Sunghoon, my boyfriend!” You hold onto his arm, making him grin.
“Wait! Aren't you like a model? Or a figure skater?” he asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend as he said hi. “Wow, that's so amazing!”
“Yeah, I have a few gold medals actually, nothing too fancy.” Sunghoon spoke, his bitter tone surprised you as you didn't expect him to get jealous.
“Hoon, this is Felix, we were friends when we were in middle school!” You smiled, squeezing his arm, silently telling your boyfriend to be nice.
“Nice to meet you, Felix,” your boyfriend smiled, shaking the boy's hand a little too tight.
“It's nice to meet you too!” Felix smiled awkwardly, your friends noticed the scene, stepping in and talking to your boyfriend, trying to distract him as you caught up with Felix.
After a few minutes, you received a text from Chan, he was outside the building, waiting for you. You called the boys, getting out of the building. Chan waved at you, smiling brightly as he saw everyone getting in the van.
“Did everyone rest well?” he asked, earning a positive answer from everyone. Sunghoon looked at you with a teasing smile, making you laugh as you shook your head.
Chris drove to his place, it wasn't too far from the hotel and when you finally got there, you were amazed by his beautiful house. It had a cozy yet elegant vibe with a big yard.
“Dude, this is beautiful!” Jay said as his eyes scanned the front of the house.
“It's so big!” Jake said, taking a look around as you all walked towards the door.
“That's what she said,” Heeseung joked, earning a slap on his head from Jake as the rest of you laughed. Chan opened the door, a girl around Chan's age walked towards you with a bright smile.
“Hello, welcome to our house! I'm so glad to finally meet all of you, Chris always talks about you guys!” The girl's voice was sweet and she seemed really nice.
“Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you, Grace!” you said, shaking her hand. “We heard a lot about you too!”
After a quick presentation, Grace guided you to the dining room as Chan brought the food. The dinner passed between laughs and anecdotes about the past until someone told a very recent story.
“You won't believe this!” Felix started, “I went to my room today, I was so tired from the flight and I swear I almost fought the people in the next room.” He sighed.
“Why? What happened?” Chan asked curiously as you all kept eating.
“Well, apparently it was a couple,” he said nonchalantly, “but they were so loud!” He shook his head. “Like I get that people do that but dude, you're in a hotel, do you have to be that loud? I hope they leave soon.” Sunghoon discreetly looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“Where are you staying?” Jay asked before taking a sip of beer.
“316, I think the sound came from the room next to mine.” He said, making you choke on a potato as your boyfriend choked on his drink. Heeseung, Jake and Jay tried not to laugh whilst Chan, Felix and Grace looked at you worriedly as they asked if you were okay.
“Y-yeah, we're good,” you said nervously as you grabbed your drink, taking a long sip.
“We're fine,” Sunghoon coughed, “Don't worry.” Chris looked at you, getting up from the table as he smiled.
“Yn can you help me with the dessert?” he asked in a certain tone, he wanted to talk with you. You nodded, following him to the kitchen.
“Wow, this kitchen is like a dream,” you said, looking at every single detail of his kitchen.
“Why did you two choke?” He asked, staring at you as he grabbed a knife to cut a pie.
“I-” you stared at the knife as he cut each piece and put it on dessert plates. “Felix heard us.” you said quickly, feeling the heat going up to your cheeks.
“He what?!” His scream was heard from the dining room, making everyone at the table look towards the kitchen.
“I'll see if they need help!” Sunghoon said quickly, running towards the kitchen. “Chan, everyone heard you, what's going on?”
“You just came today and you already fucked at the hotel room?” He asked, shaking his head as he kept cutting the pie. “And don't tell me that when Felix heard you fucking!” He said, looking at Sunghoon. Your boyfriend gulped, getting as red as you.
“We thought the room was empty, we didn't see any light nor heard anything coming from there!” Your boyfriend shrugged. “We didn't know!”
“Guys, you're staying at a hotel, try to be a little more quiet next time!” Chan put the knife down on the counter, passing you a few plates. The model looked at you, goofily smiling as he remembered your face buried into the pillow.
“Sunghoon.” You warned him.
“I didn't do anything!” he said, putting his hand up innocently. Chan shook his head, passing him some plates as he grabbed the rest of them.
“Let's go, everyone is waiting for the dessert,” he said, walking towards the dining room, seeing Jake, Heeseung and Jay laughing out loud.
The night ended well, everyone was happy and now your bandmates had another reason to tease you. Chan took you back to the hotel and everyone ran to their own room as you were all tired. Sunghoon and you walked behind, letting your bandmates talk with Felix. When Felix reached his door, he stopped to wave at you, still looking at you as you kept walking and stopped at the 317 room.
You gave him an awkward smile as his face got red, mouthing an apology before he got in his room.
The wedding day came, you excitedly got up from your seat after finishing your makeup as your boyfriend hugged you as long as he could.
“Why are you so clingy?” you giggled, hugging him back.
“Because I won't see you until later, you need to be there earlier, then walk down the aisle and I'll be sitting pretty far from you,” he pouted, pressing his forehead against yours. “I'll miss you, my love.”
“Aw, you're so cute, baby boy,” you smiled softly, kissing him lovingly. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, one of his hands traveled from your waist to your nape as he pulled you closer.
“I love you,” he mumbled between kisses. You captured his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling on it gently before you completely pulled away.
“I love you too, my love but we need to go now!” You said, earning a sigh from your boyfriend as he let you go. “How do I look?” You twirl, letting him take a good look at your long dress.
“You look gorgeous, my angel.” He smiled, looking at you as if you were his world. “You're the prettiest flower girl.” He leaned closer, kissing your lips softly.
“Thank you, my love.” You went for another kiss but you heard a few knocks on the door.
“Hurry up! We're gonna be late!” Jake screamed from the hall. Sunghoon let out a sigh, grabbing your hand as you both left the room.
Once you reached the lobby, you walked towards the hall that was reserved for the wedding. The ceremony was pretty quick, you did a good job as a flower girl, smiling as you threw the petals on the carpet.
You looked at your side when you reached the middle, catching a quick glimpse of your boyfriend's nose and eyes all red as he sobbed. You wanted to stop and ask him if he was okay, but you couldn't, so you just looked at him worriedly.
After the beautiful ceremony, where Chan and Grace said their votes and got married, you all went to another hall for the party. You ran to your boyfriend, grabbing one of his hands as the other went to his face. You cupped his cheek as you squeezed his hand.
“Are you okay baby? I saw you crying earlier.” you asked worriedly, rubbing his cheek gently as he blushed.
“Oh… yeah, I'm fine,” he smiled nervously, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Are you sure, my love?” You knew him, he was hiding something, you arched your eyebrow, making him sigh.
“Alright, you just looked so beautiful walking down the aisle and I couldn't help it,” his eyes focused on the wall behind you as he didn't want to look into your eyes, he was too shy to do it. “I was sobbing cause I thought about you… Walking down the aisle on our wedding day.”
“Hoonie,” your vision got blurry as your tears were threatening to fall at any second. You blinked a few times, trying not to ruin your makeup. “You're- you're the loveliest and sweetest and I love you so much.” You pulled him down, capturing his lips in a lovely kiss as he kissed you back.
“I love you too, my angel,” he mumbled between kisses. You pulled away, catching your breath as you hugged him tight.
A few hours passed, you were dancing and having fun with your friends and boyfriend. Felix approached the group, he felt a little awkward at first until you reassured him that everything was okay and apologized for what he heard.
Grace gathered everyone, ready to throw her beautiful bouquet. She turned around, throwing the bouquet to the air until it casually landed right on Heeseung's hands. The boy pretended to gag, throwing it at Sunghoon and making everyone laugh as his face got red. When the bride turned around, she congratulated him, winking at you as your friends teased you both.
Sunghoon bit down on his lip, handing you the flowers. You smiled softly, kissing his cheek as he wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face into your neck until everyone came back to their own business. The party went on, you danced and sang like you always did, having fun with your bandmates until sunrise.
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🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵
Loscar ♡ Pt.3
Pt 3 is out!! (totally didn't forget to post it here) Something more calm, nothing too much :P
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Oscar is awoken from his slumber by the sounds of the birds chirping outside his window. He rubs open his eyes with a grunt and his hair disheveled.
He checks his phone on his bedside table. A missed call from 'Loges', Oscar must've slept through the ringing.
"Ah shit," Oscar mutters to himself quickly before dialing in Logan's number to videocall him, hoping he hasn't yet gone to sleep.
Just as sleep begins to tug Logan's heavy eyelids closed once more, his phone lights up with Oscar's cheerful face filling the screen. A drowsy grin spreads across his features as he swipes to accept the call.
"Hey, lazy daisy," he teases gently, stifling a yawn. "Sleep well? You look like you only just rolled out of bed." Delight fills him up that Oscar's thinking of him already that morning.
"M'yeah, just woke up." Oscar groggily spoke with a weak chuckle, his morning voice gruffy. A lopsided smile graces Logan's face as the aussie's familiar rumble washes over him through the speaker. His disheveled state mirrors the american's no doubt.
Running absent fingers through mussed hair in an attempt to tame it, Logan chuckles softly. "I hope this means you aren't late to open shop. Your dad wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I kept you from errands."
"Dad's opening the shop today, don't worry 'bout me mate." He adds on, looking at the other.
Warmth blooms through Logan's chest as their eyes meet through the phone. There's no place Logan would rather be than right there with Oscar, regardless of time or distance between them.
It was kind of rare to have the both of them looking so tired, usually it's one of them heading to bed with eyelids half-open and the other wide awake, looking forward to the day head. Their schedules so seldom align these days, it's almost nostalgic to share these sleepy quiet moments across distances.
"Well good, one of us ought to be cogent at least." Logan huffs another sleepy chuckle and scrubs a hand down his stubbled jaw.
Gaze softening, Logan leans his cheek into his palm and traces Oscar's features lit only by the dim glow of dawn. How he misses that handsome mug, scruff and all. "You know, it's kinda nice being useless lumps together for once. Like old times."
A jaw-cracking yawn overtakes him then, and he scrunches his face ineffort. "Think I'll try to snooze a bit more. Care to keep me company until the sandman calls?"
"Can't say no to that." Oscar speaks with a soft tone as he props his phone up against the mirror on his table.
Logan could see the aussie fixing his hair up while looking into his mirror.
"Reminds me of those days in F3, where we used to share hotel rooms during away races. I was always the first one to wake up, with you still struggling to get out of bed." Oscar suddenly speaks, trying to bring up a topic.
A fond chuckle rumbles from Logan as Oscar's words paint the memory in vivid hues once more. Those novice days in lower formulas feel a lifetime ago now on career's parallel paths.
"Oh god, I was dreadful waking up back then wasn't I?" The american scratches idly at his ribcage, watching Oscar preen through sleepy eyes alit with mirth. "Must've driven you mad those mornings, curled up in blankets refusing to see daylight."
As Oscar neatens himself, a smile tugs lazily at Logan's lips. There's comfort in these small familiar rituals shared even across screens. "You always managed to rouse me eventually though, some way or another. Usually threats of cold shower or alarm under pillow..."
A massive yawn splits his face again. "Suppose that's why they paired drivers like us - opposites attract and all that. You were no doubt a welcome balance, Osc."
Releasing a contented sigh, Logan feels soothing hands of sleep already reclaiming him. Oscar takes a quick glance at the screen before looking into the mirror again. He lets out a huff of amusement.
"Loges. I can see you fighting back your sleepiness. You can go to sleep while I brush myself up, I'll end the call myself yeah?" Oscar suggests with a reassuring smile.
A sleepy grin tugs at Logan's face as the aussie's understanding gaze meets his through the screen. Even half-conscious, his care and thoughtfulness shine through in ways few others comprehend.
Blinking slowly, Logan sighs into the pillow nestled under scruffy cheek. "You're too good, Osc, dunno what I'd do without you some days." A content hum rumbles through his chest as sleep's soothing embrace begins to overtake once more.
Their eyes meet a moment more, and all the affection left unsaid passes between in that intimate gaze. Then, with a languid nod and mouthed "G'night," his eyelids slide shut, soothed by the knowledge of Oscar's watchful presence until rest takes him fully.
"Night, mate." Oscar murmurs as he watches Logan fall into his slumber. He looks at the screen for a while. Well, more like looks at him for a while.
Oscar traces the american's features with his thumb, wondering when would be the next time the two of them could meet face-to-face again.
He pauses.
Then takes two of his fingers onto his own lips, and presses it on the screen where Logan's cheek is, hoping he was asleep.
Oscar ends the videocall, with his heart beating like a drum.
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As consciousness slowly returns, the familiar ache of missing Oscar twinges beneath Logan's chest. But lingering also is the ghost of a tender pressure against his cheek, sweeter than any dream.
Bleary eyes flutter open to empty screens and silence, yet a smile plays at lips nonetheless. For in those secret moments before sleep took him, Logan felt not only watched over, but truly seen - heart, mind and soul laid bare before someone who cares for all of him.
It is enough simply to cherish each quiet moment shared, and wake each day hoping to make Oscar smile. The rest will come in time, if it is meant to be.
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bad decisions - jjk | seven
He reciprocates a similar countenance, his lip ring flipping up ever so gently as he does it. There's something sweet about it, and it always makes you feel a little warm, normally. You can't bring yourself to be endeared by it right now.
He walks to meet you—just a few steps across the ground floor parking lot—and wraps his arms around your shoulders. Doesn't let the hug linger for too long. Isn't entirely certain it won't make you cry.
"You're missing your disco, Byeol," Jungkook tenderly says as he looks down at you, taking note of the fact you're without your signature makeup.
He's so close he can count your lashes, and not a single one has a trace of glitter. You ignore the connotations of how he replaces 'ball' with 'byeol'. You're not sure how deliberate it is.
Bad Decision #7 - Sex With An Ex
warnings: sad girl hours!! backstory!! wahoo!! reader gets a nickname (byeol (means star in korean)). enter stage left: KIM SEOKJIN. no smut but references back to things said mid-shag. first mention of jk's lip ring flipping (i think (first of MANY)). very emotionally hurt reader :(
soundtrack: don't know how to keep loving you - julia jacklin; 3:00 am - finding hope; blender - 5sos
wc: 6k
bd total wc: 370k (on-going)
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A frigid early morning breeze dances around Jungkook's bare legs. The hairs stand on end, in protest of the fact he's elected to wait downstairs by the entrance of his apartment.
He knows you're in a taxi—had sent you his address, and had been sent a message back a few moments later saying 'omw', but he isn't sure if you remember which floor he's on, nor which apartment is his.
It's almost as if he didn't put a decal sticker that resembles Iron Man's Arc Reactor on their doorbell. Jimin is yet to notice it.
You had giggled, still tipsy, when you'd spotted it on the night that Jimin had taken you back to their place, but can barely remember it, now.
And so, Jungkook waits for you in the cold, hands bunched into the pockets of his shorts, a white shirt hanging off his broad shoulders, which are slightly hunched over. He's trying to preserve heat. Wishes he was wearing socks. Will blame you if he gets sick.
Yet when your taxi rolls up—and he's squinting from the headlights, eyes a little puffy from his lack of sleep—he knows that you're not in the mood to be blamed for anything. There seems like there's a weight on your shoulders as you thank your driver, making sure the door is shut before turning to face Jungkook.
Posture sloped, you don't carry yourself like you usually do. Normally spritely, you seem quite the opposite now.
Your lips are thin as you smile.
He reciprocates a similar countenance, his lip ring flipping up ever so gently as he does it. There's something sweet about it, and it always makes you feel a little warm, normally. You can't bring yourself to be endeared by it right now.
He walks to meet you—just a few steps across the ground floor parking lot—and wraps his arms around your shoulders. Doesn't let the hug linger for too long. Isn't entirely certain it won't make you cry.
"You're missing your disco, Byeol," Jungkook says tenderly as he looks down at you, taking note of the fact you're without your signature makeup. He's so close he can count your lashes, and not a single one has a trace of glitter. You ignore the connotations of how he replaces ball with byeol. You're not sure how deliberate it is.
A familiar heat tickles at your lash line. With a sigh, you shrug. Look down at Jungkook's hands, which are picking loose hairs from your shirt.
They're so acquainted with you now that you notice a graze on his finger that wasn't there the last time you'd hung out. Wonder how he got it. Hope he's okay, and that it didn't hurt. It's just a scrape from an awkward bottle cap. Nothing to worry about.
When your eyes finally meet his, you're surprised by how brutal his stare is. Eyes dark, there are no stars in them. His sharp jaw seems particularly tense, nose pointed and dewy beneath the moonlight. Behind him, the lobby light cuts out.
He swallows, dropping his hands from your shirt as his body turns to set the motion detector off again.
"Can we go inside?" you ask, quiet as a mouse.
Jungkook doesn't understand why you're being so timid with him. He's not a fucking cat. You aren't his prey.
He just nods, though. "Of course."
The shrill beep of his entry way doorcode being punched in makes you feel like heaving. Everything is a little too much - which is why, when Jungkook presses the button for the elevator, you ask if you can take the stairs instead.
"Sure," he says, a little taken aback. He normally takes the stairs himself, but thought you wouldn't want to walk up twelve flights of stairs. "We're pretty high up."
"S'fine," you say as you head towards the staircase. It's dimly lit, motion sensor lights flickering alight as you approach them. "Need the walk."
He chooses not to engage in conversation. Your words feel coded, and he isn't sure he's able to decipher them. Doesn't wanna risk saying the wrong thing when you're in a mood that feels so unfamiliar to him.
He's seen grouchy. Seen you unhappy. This isn't like that.
This is something different entirely.
He doesn't speak until you're on the staircase that exits on his floor, but his tone is gentle. "This one."
You nod, as if you knew.
Truth is you didn't. In fact, you kind of wish he'd just let you walk up to the roof. It'd be impossible to see the stars this close to the heart of the city, but at least you could pretend that the planes were cosmic calamities; shooting stars to make new wishes upon.
The lead is taken by Jungkook until you reach his apartment.
He tells you Jimin is asleep, but that his room is at the opposite end of the apartment, so you can talk in there. He takes your silence as agreement, and holds the door open for you.
Shoes off by the entrance, he rests his palm on the top of your back to guide you through the dark apartment. It's how you remember it, the only difference is that Jungkook's wearing a shirt this time.
When you reach his bedroom door, he pauses.
"If you say one mean thing about my sculpture collection, I'm throwing you out the window," he whispers, which does admittedly make a laugh stammer in your chest.
Makes you curious, too.
Hadn't envisaged him as a fine art type of guy.
He'd look good in your cafe, you think, in the corner with the clay, dried grey specs on his honey skin. You'd give him the olive-coloured apron, if he ever visited, because you think it'd suit him. Would watch with a lazy grin from the counter as he got to work on his project. Would sit with him during his breaks and colour in his tattoos with posca pens. Would be nice, you think.
But those thoughts are washed away like heat in a summer rain when his door opens and you see what he really means.
You don't mean it to be, but the laugh you let out is so fucking obnoxious. Jungkooks hands go to shush you, one on the back of your head, the other over your mouth - but he's giggling, too.
"I told you not to be mean!"
You can feel him grin against your hair, keeping close so that he can keep his voice down. He doubts Jimin will stir, but it's worth it to hear your happiness. Jungkook loosens his grip on you, turning back to click his door shut, and lets you meander over to his collection of-
"These are action figures, Kook."
"They're sculptures."
"Toys."
"Collectibles."
"Collectible toys."
He purses his lips as you turn around to look at him. His arms are folded, nose a little scrunched, desperately not wanting to admit defeat.
"Look, they're really fucking expensive!"
And then you're laughing again, at how bloody ridiculous he is.
It somehow comes as no surprise that Jungkook would have comic book figurines in perspex boxes, neatly stacked like a museum exhibition in the corner of his bedroom - just like it makes perfect sense that there's a chess set next to a computer that looks like it's worth your monthly salary.
"Can I"— You cut yourself off as you gesture around the room.
"Go for it," Jungkook says as he takes a seat on his bed, letting you wonder freely, taking in all that he is. He thinks you need a distraction, and he's to provide that. Knows you'd do the same if roles were reversed. In fact, it gets him wondering what your bedroom is like. He'll consider the what-ifs later. Too busy watching you, now.
A reed diffuser sits atop a pile of unread books on his bedside table - ones he swears to Namjoon that he'll read, but never seems to get around to doing so. The scent is black cherry, but there's another on the far side of the room which is fresh cotton. Nothing is ever entirely straightforward with him, but it's kind of why you like his company.
"This one is good," you muse, tapping the spine of one of your favourites—Cho Nam-Joo's Kim Ji-Young, Born 1982. You've the same book on your shelf at home. There are a few you don't recognise, so make a note to ask him about those another time.
His bed is made, but it's just as ruffled as his dark hair, which sticks out a little on end. You meet his eyes as you scan the room, and find that there's a small smile on his lips. You reciprocate it, hoping it's enough to distract him from the fact you're not quite yourself.
"Wanna sit?" he asks, knocking his head to the space beside him.
You don't think you do. You don't want to really be close to another person, not physically.
Something about him makes it hard to refuse such an offer, though. You find yourself nodding, even when you don't mean to.
He shuffles a little further up his bed, falling down onto his back to stare at his ceiling again. His legs hang off the side of his bed, hands intertwined across his chest.
You follow suit. Legs up, knees bent, feet by your ass, you copy his hands as you stare at his ceiling, too. Above you, his origami birds flutter gently in the aircon breeze.
"You make them?"
"Mhmm."
"They're pretty."
"Pretty lame," he snorts, very much aware that it's not the coolest thing to have in your bedroom as a twenty-five-year-old man, almost forgetting his glorified doll collection.
His sheets are soft, but there's still a slight crinkle as he turns his head to look at you. Though you feel his gaze, you don't look back.
"No disco balls tonight?"
The question is expressed so tenderly that you can't help but swallow back the flounder in your diaphragm. Your head slowly shakes, but you're still looking up at the birds. Part of you hates that he associates you so damn closely with that fucking glitter. Part of you quite likes it, too. Makes you feel seen. Makes you feel vulnerable.
"Why not?" He asks.
"Just 'cause," you whisper, not intending on giving an answer of substance - but you're upset, and it's a topic of contention that has been eating away at you for so long now that you can't help yourself from biting a little bit. "Sometimes it's just not very mature."
Jungkook snorts. "You're talking to the guy with a figurine collection."
And then you're smiling, because his self-awareness is not only refreshing but incredibly endearing. He doesn't take himself seriously, and it's why you like his company. One of the reasons, at least.
But then you're thinking about how nice it is to laugh with someone for the simplicity of feeling a shared happiness, and you can't help but let the truth slip out.
"I used to date a guy," your voice lingers on your words, before you sigh and continue. "And he was so cool, yanno? So smart, and mature"—
The emphasis on the word, and the fact you're repeating it, tells Jungkook all he needs to know about exactly what's happened tonight. Not once have you ever cared for looking older than you are, content with having fun thanks to the freedom of your twenties. In the time that he's known you, the topic of maturity has only ever been mentioned when you berate each other for being stupid.
Your compulsion to seem mature now is telling. He knows where you've been. Who you've been with, even if he doesn't know exactly who he is.
—"And he was just... You know people who have shit figured out? He's like that. He's older. Wiser." You pause, but Jungkook lets you keep talking. His eyes are on the ceiling now, too. "Anyways, glitter annoys him. Gets on his clothes and then apparently it's a bitch to get out but I'm so used to it that I never notice it"—
"It's not a bitch to get out."
—"And like, he's just, mature, yanno?"
"Yeah, you said that."
"So," you shrug your shoulders into the mattress. "He doesn't like glitter."
There's silence as Jungkook thinks about what the fuck he's supposed to say to that.
In his eyes, you are glitter. Called you Byeol earlier 'cause you remind him of fucking stars. Feels a bit stupid for it now, but he's hoping you misheard.
He has to bite on his cheeks to stop himself from saying some scathing remark. 'So he doesn't like you, then?' reverberates in his head. It's harsh, he knows, but he wants to say it because he wants you to realise how terrible it is to change yourself for someone like that. And for what? It obviously didn't go well if you've ended up here.
But you are here. And he knows he's right—things can't have gone well. You're probably already feeling like shit, and who is he to make you feel even worse?
He can't be putting you through the wringer like that, but he's perplexed at the idea of you being so invested in someone who is quite clearly unbelievably wrong for you.
He's been in your position before.
Knows that him being a prick will only cause more damage.
And so he's kind, instead.
"I think it suits you," he says. "The glitter, I mean. You look fine without it, but it does really suit you."
You lean your head to the side, trying to get a read on his face. He just keeps on looking at the birds.
There's a harshness to the shadows on his face, painting him in greys. You don't realise it, but you're just the same—shrouded in the darkness of the night. His bedroom curtains are open, but the city lights aren't that bright at this time in the morning. Without the glitter to catch in what little light there is, your spark is dulled.
"You're just not used to seeing me without it," you smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes.
He lets his head fall to the side, mirroring you. Strands of hair fall over his forehead, obscuring his eyes, tickling at his lashes. You reach over and knock a couple out of the way, trying to disregard the weight of his gaze. Deciding it's impossible, you look back up to the ceiling.
"You saw him tonight?" Jungkook asks.
All you do is nod, because you're pretty sure you'll cry if you try and speak. The way your lips press together, brows tight above your pitiful eyes is painful to watch. You take a second. Take a breath. Wait for the next question.
"You slept with him?"
Jungkook feels bad for the leap in questions, but he knows he's getting nods or shakes, and he wants to get to the route of why the fuck you're ending your night in his room instead of with the guy you've been hung up on for months. Doesn't know his name. Doesn't care to know it. Thinks he's a prick.
A wallowing sadness sits in his chest when you nod your head, not for himself, but for you. He's never seen you like this. Never knew someone could have so much power over you. Headstrong is all he's ever known you to be, but he's feeling like one of the King's men trying to put bloody Humpty Dumpty back together again.
You swallow back the sob that's causing a commotion in your oesophagus, as if the movement doesn't remind you of his hand on your throat.
God, you wish you could just stop thinking about him.
You think it would have hurt less if he'd have taken a knife to it.
Instead, his hands had been so warm, and gentle, that you thought it meant he was trying to reclaim the space that used to hold a necklace with his initial.
Jungkook doesn't want to ask the next question, but knows that as your friend—as a duty of care—he has to.
"Did he..." Jungkook pauses, unsure of how to phrase in a delicate way.
"No," you finally, say, because you know where it's going. "He didn't hurt me."
"You've been crying," Jungkook objects.
"Didn't hurt me like that."
He nods, accepting your response. Still has no idea what to fucking say, but he never does around you. S'why he always takes a moment extra or so. Brain just doesn't work when you're around.
"You wanna talk about it?"
To talk means to cry, and you don't really wanna do that. You glance over to him, and watch the way he's nibbling on his bottom lip, toying with his ring. Eyes still on the ceiling, Jungkook pretends not to notice. You're both good at that. Pretending.
The silver of his jewellery—his piercings, his thick bracelets, the chain around his neck—just reminds you of the earrings that you're wearing.
They're dainty. Pretty little hoops. Intricate leaves trail around the smooth shape, tiny sparkling stones catching in the light. You'd worn them deliberately. Had hoped he'd notice.
Not Jungkook. You couldn't really care less for what he did or didn't notice about you.
You'd worn them for Seokjin.
Had been wearing them since he messaged you midweek - I'm in town at the weekend. Will you be around? - and now you kind of want to rip them out.
You'd hoped he would remember the trip you took together to Gyeongju. Your third time visiting the city together; just before autumn was about to settle into the earth, rusted leaves sinking to the ground, like the blossoms during the spring. The cyclic nature of the seasons used to make you smile.
Just like he did, in the old Hanok where a silversmith crafted twisted hoops in front of your very eyes. He told you he'd buy you the entire store when he finally became a big shot. Settled for a tiny pair of silver hoops, instead.
They're the ones you're wearing now. The ones you hoped he would notice.
But he didn't notice. Not tonight. Not once. Not even when his lips were on your lobes, nor when his hands were on your body, his voice quiet in your ear as he'd told you tall tales about how much he'd missed you.
His voice had been so soothing at the time—"Still take me so well, darling"— like aloe on sunburn—"Like that. Fuck, darlin', like that"—but you realise now he was just covering you in deep heat. "Uh—shit. You always been this tight? Fuck. You're gonna make me cum so fucking hard."
Only a matter of time until he was scalding your skin all over again. "Shit." Scorching. "I'm there." Tarnishing. "Take it all for me, take it—ugh. Yeah, that's it." Destroying. "Fuck."
And oh, what a scar Kim Seokjin leaves on your skin.
His handprints are warped all over your body. You're red in the wake of his touch, sandpaper palms scrubbing away at the efforts you've made to heal yourself in the past few months. Your cracks are showing again, and you're not wearing any glitter to fill the gaps.
You're broken, and it shows.
You swallow a little harshly, tongue licking your dry lips before biting down on them. Lashline warming again, you simply shrug. His duvet rustles beneath you. "Not much to talk about."
"We both know you wouldn't be here if that was true."
"But it is," you say with a fragile laugh. "He came over, and then"— Your voice cracks. "And then he left."
Should have seen it coming, really. You reap what you sow.
Jungkook knows you never stay. Learnt it pretty quickly. Didn't ask too many questions about it. Never occurred to him that maybe you'd ever want someone else to stay, instead.
"I... ," you mumble as you try and think of the right words to say. Your cheeks are a little damp, and you know that Jungkook knows you're crying, even if he isn't looking at you, but what's the point in pretending anymore? "I really thought that it wasn't me, yanno? I thought other people were the issue."
One of the birds he's watching catches on the wings of its neighbour, awkwardly straggling before falling back into position. Jungkook thinks he should cut them all down.
"What do you mean?"
"The whole..."
When you pause, Jungkook looks over to you. Your face is a little scrunched up, feeling awkward about such an admission. It makes him laugh how you can appear so pitiful and yet still so classically you. You laugh too, stuttering on your breath, using the back of your palm to dust away some of your tears.
"The whole intimacy thing," you finally continue with a small smile, because if you don't laugh, you will cry. "I thought that other people were the issue; that they didn't compel me to stay. I never once thought that it was me. That I was the issue—but I can't even fucking compel the guy I thought I'd marry one day to stay. It's me. I'm the fucking problem."
You're smiling as you finish talking, but it fades quickly. Withers like the flowers Seokjin had bought you on the evening he'd broken up with you. There's still one pressed between the pages in your journal. Petals plucked. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves-
"You're not a problem," Jungkook says, eyes hard as they look to his ceiling. His hands are still linked over his stomach, but he's resisting the urge to pace the room. He needs to wrap his head around what you're saying, but can't do it when he's sitting still. Needs to walk in a circle to try and find where the fuck it starts. Doesn't make sense to him how you're blaming yourself for your ex not staying. He chooses not to speak about him, instead trying to help you make sense of why you leave. "You don't stay at the end of your hook-ups 'cause a purpose is served. It's like how you don't stay in a restaurant after you eat your dinner."
"But you do," you say, as you cross your legs and clamber to a seated position. Jungkook remains in place, and you notice just how perplexed he seems. "You have your dinner, maybe even dessert, and then what? You talk. Enjoy other's company."
He sits now, too. "Okay, maybe it was the wrong analogy-"
"It's not. It's entirely correct. Kook, I"— You sigh, shoulders lifting to your ears and falling again. Exasperation pollutes your features.
You've given the topic a lot of thought, but never shared your conclusions. It's all a bit daunting.
"You...?" He encourages.
"I never stay, because I never want to give anyone the same power that he had over me. Never want anything more than casual sex, cause it can't hurt me." Your voice is bereft, a small pitiful laugh punctuating your words. "How fucking sad is that?"
You're speaking so quietly that all Jungkook can do is listen as your words slip into in ears and get all jumbled about inside his head. He needs time to reorganise them; to understand what you actually mean.
"I have so many rules and restrictions that it's barely even sex these days, more... a transaction? And yet when Jin messaged me, I fucking folded. Yes sir, no sir. I..." You trail off, but Jungkook doesn't push for more.
Just waits till you're ready—and when you are, you speak at such a speed it's almost hard to understand a single thing you're saying.
"I let him fuck me like he still loves me. Do you have any idea what that does to a person? How much it can fuck with their head? I broke down all of my walls, because he used to make me feel so safe and for some reason, I told myself it would be okay—but then you messaged and—fuck."
You look down at your thumbs and shrug, a deep sigh exhaling from your very soul, as if your bones are creaking beneath your skin.
"When you messaged, I woke up and he wasn't fucking there. He'd left. Treated me like how I treat my transactional shags. And I mean, maybe it's my own fault, maybe I deserved it, but fuck. I let him kiss me. I let him... I let him fuck me like he meant it, and then he left as if I meant nothing to him."
By the time you finish venting, Jungkook looks so bewildered that he actually seems scared. You look back down to where your thumbs are twiddling, shameful of your own emotions. A pitter-patter of tears hit his duvet, and you just let them. You're not crying. Not sobbing, at least. Just tearful. Bamboozled by your own feelings.
Jungkook's at a loss for what the fuck he's supposed to do.
He's never been the kind to comfort his friends. Isn't really sure how the fuck he's supposed to comfort you. He's no stranger to crying girlfriends—he's had a few of those—but this isn't like that. He can't just kiss it better, not that he'd want to. Be like kissing Jimin at this point, he tells himself.
And either way, it's so unbelievably inappropriate to even think of something like that when you're literally in front of him in tears over another bloke. His mind is just wondering because he's panicking, but oh god, you're crying still and how the fuck do you have so much liquid in your face? Surely you'll wither up? He's not sure he's ever seen a pair of cheeks so wet.
But then you shrug, and sniff back the tears. Purse your lips. Press them together so tight you can't make a sound. And then you look at him and say, "I'm sorry. This is, like, so much. I didn't mean to be such a big fucking cry baby I just-"
"Hey, no," he protests, face contorted with a little disgust. He can't believe you're apologising for this.
Jungkook's no stranger to a complex. He's got one wrapped around his pretty pink brain like a metal chain, padlocked where his desire to take chances should be. The fear of rejection outweighs any possible good that could come from going after the things he wants—and as he watches the way your smile quivers before it falls into a quiet sob, he knows exactly what his fear is trying to save himself from.
And so he just gently smiles, and says, "It really fucking sucks when the people we love don't love us back."
You nod. "Fucking sucks."
He's only known you for a couple of months. Doesn't know who you were before your ex; only the after. But he quite likes who you are now. Thinks that whatever the fuck that prick put you through is undeserved. Is actually quite angry that he'd fuck you over like that.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, as you dab your face with sweater paws, trying to get rid of the remains of your tears.
He hates that you're apologising again, but he lets you. Knows you'll just say sorry again if he tells you to stop.
"I just didn't wanna be in my room, yanno?" A sob tries to escape, but you catch it just in time. Attagirl. "Fucking smells like him. I'd forgotten about his aftershave"—This is a lie.—"And now I can't get it out of my fucking nose."
Jungkook grins, and tries a little banter. "Probably a good thing if it masks the way you smell."
"Fuck off," you smile back at him, biting down on your lip to stop it from shaking. "Now's not the time."
And yet you're so glad he's still being normal with you. Not so glad for his next question, but glad for the perspective he's trying to give to the situation.
"Did you at least... yanno?"
Your eyes roll so far back that you can basically see your frontal lobe. Jungkook is a little horrified by the fact your entire eyeball is bloodshot, and doesn't hide his disgust very well. He tries. Just looks a little constipated when you refocus on him. Makes you laugh.
"Pretended," you admit a little awkwardly, and when Jungkook's jaw drops, you reach over to close it. "My god, shut up! I didn't want to make him feel bad. If I knew then what I know now"—
"That he's a cunt?"
—"Then maybe I wouldn't have."
You would have. You'd turn water into wine if Seokjin asked you to. Let him drink your blood if a drought pilfered his water supply. Would sacrifice everything to just give him a measly something.
You'll never admit to any of that, though.
Silence simmers between the pair of you. There's not much left to say.
"I'm sorry he left," Jungkook says, because you deserve an apology and knows you'll never get one from the person who owes it.
"Me too."
He reaches over and ruffles your hair, smiling in that way he does when his dimples form and his lip ring does a little dance. It curves upwards, smiling too.
"You wanna get a shower?" He offers. He's terrible at comforting people, granted, but he's good at thinking of solutions. "Everything here smells different to your apartment. You can get rid of whatever's haunting your nose with my incredibly manly strawberry shower gel."
You laugh, and Jungkook feels himself relax. Hadn't realised his back had been so tense as he twists his waist to click it. You let yourself fall onto your back again, and into his duvet. "God, how on earth do the girls resist you?"
"They can't. Get a shower, Byeol. I'll make up somewhere for you to sleep, alright?"
You don't question the way he calls you Byeol again. Just let him. Think it's nice, actually.
And like the girls that apparently can't resist him, you can't say no to his instructions.
He shows you to the bathroom, and when you whisper about being worried you'll wake Jimin, Jungkook shakes his head. "Sleeps like a log after a night out."
There's something incredibly kind about how he shows you which shower gels are his (because apparently he needs three in the shower at all times), and how to change the temperature (but leaves it on his favourite setting because he thinks you'll like it, too). He tells you to wait before you get in, because he's coming back with something - and when he does, you pout.
"So, this is like, my good towel. I don't keep it in here 'cause Jimin'll use it for god knows what, but it's really fluffy," he says, and then insists that you rub it against your cheek. He's not wrong. Might just be the fluffiest towel you've ever encountered. "Unreal, right? Like an actual cloud."
And then despite how gentle he's been, he reverts back to his typical self when he throws a shirt in your face. "For afterwards."
He shuts the door before you can say anything else in response. You just kind of stand there, his shirt looped over your shoulders, laughing softly to yourself, face furrowed in confusion. Jeon Jungkook might just be the strangest human you've ever met.
But you're also the girl who took a canvas painting of breadfish to his gym, just to get a laugh out of him, so maybe you're well-suited in that regard.
Their shower is far nicer than yours, the water pressure frankly wasted on two boys. Though you wouldn't trade your apartment with Danbi for the world, you considering making future five AM pity calls just for the luxury of a waterfall showerhead.
You use the strawberry shower gel, not because you like it any better than citrus fruits or fresh pine, but mainly because it's the one Jungkook first mentioned. It's sweet—almost as sweet as your own vanilla one—but still fresh enough to make you feel a little brand new. There's an ache in your heart as you wash your ex's touch from you, and you find yourself sniffing again—but you don't let yourself fall into that trap.
You've cried enough.
And so you wrap yourself in Jungkook's towel, close the lid of their toilet, and sit for a while. The clock reads twelve minutes past six. Guilt simmers in your chest, knowing that Jungkook didn't need to be dealing with you at such a ridiculous time in the morning—but when you reach his bedroom, knocking before you enter to find him organising a mountain of pillows on his floor, you can't help but feel thankful he's the person you reached out to.
It's kinda his fault for texting you at five in the morning and waking you up, but that's neither here nor there.
"Hey," he smiles as he turns to face you, and tries his hardest to avoid staring at your legs. Your hair is bundled up into his towel, and his shirt fits you like a dress, cutting off midway down your thighs. "Sorry, I just didn't know how many pillows you like? So I just got them all?"
"One is normally fine," you laugh, as you begin to tease your hair through the towel. "Thank you for this, by the way. Incredible towel."
"I told you so," he grins. "Curtains open or closed?"
"Closed?" You question, confused at how it's not an obvious answer - but you don't know that Jungkook sleeps with them open on Saturday nights to make it easier for him to wake for the gym in the morning.
"Sure you're gonna be comfortable on the floor?" He asks as he reaches over to close the curtains. "I really don't mind taking the floor."
"I'm sure," you nod. "Hardly looks like a floor anymore."
You've a point. He really did it overdo it - but he's not had a sleepover since he was about fourteen. Isn't really sure what the protocol is.
At least, not a sleepover like this.
Nor have you. No time for braiding each other's hair and gossiping about your favourite celebrities, though. You find yourself drifting off almost as soon as you curl up into Jungkook's expertly crafted pile of pillows. You don't realise, cause he doesn't tell you, but he's given you the pillows from his bed, too. They're a little more expensive, better for a good night's sleep.
He reaches to the end of the bed for his good towel. It's a little damp, but not too wet that it would cause any issues as he rolls it up and sticks it beneath his head. Isn't the first time he's used a towel for a pillow, and likely won't be the last. He just kind of thought you needed the comfort of expensive cushions more than he did.
"Sweet dreams, Byeol," he whispers, knowing you're out like a light, but wanting to wish you well regardless. You deserve that at the very least, he thinks.
Unlocking his phone, he cancels his gym alarm, and tosses his phone back down onto his mattress. His room is dark, but he can see the outline of your body, the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist as you adjust ever so slightly.
He's sure that when the morning comes, you'll be a bit embarrassed about it all, but for now, he settles into how comfortable it feels to have you around.
There's nothing intimate about the situation between the pair of you (which is probably why you don't mind staying over)—but when he hears you squeak a little in your sleep, pillows rustling as you move, he kind of gets it. Understands why you wouldn't trust just anyone with your most vulnerable state.
He's just the same; except his fears come in the form of rejection. He never makes it to the intimacy part, because he never deals with the stuff that needs to precede it.
And as he stares up at the shadows of his origami birds, a frown framing his pretty features, he decides you're both absolutely fucked.
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I Missed You - Jonathan Byers
Female x reader/Enemies to Lovers/Set in season 4/Gif not mine
Word Count: 1,314
A/N: rewrote this a few times lol i still don't think i like the way i wrote it very much but enjoy <3
(Jonathan and Nancy aren't together in this, the story would take place after the California gang get back home)
You had to deal with Jonathan Byers stealing your best friend from you, but now he had gone too far. Argyle stopped picking you up for school and instead went to get him, he was always hanging out with Jonathan instead of you, and now the only time you got to see Argyle was at work. You were at work with Argyle when the work phone rang, and Argyle answered it. "All right so two large pepperoni pies gotcha, they'll be there in thirty minutes or less." He turned to you after he hung up the phone, "Dude guess who that was!" You didn't even have to guess, "Jonathan?" "You know it, I'm gonna go take him his pies I'll be back in a bit." He shoved the pizzas into his delivery bag and headed out the door. Of course, Jonathan would manage to steal your best friend from you even while you two were at work.
Argyle had been gone for three hours, where the hell did he go? You tried to cover for him for as long as you could but eventually your manager found out and flipped his shit. On the way home that night you stopped by Argyles house and didn't see his van in his driveway. What did Jonathan get him into now?
Hours kept passing without a call from Argyle. You left a message with his mom for him to call you as soon as he got home, but the next day there was still no call. This had to be Jonathan's fault, there's no way Argyle would disappear like this. One day turned into two, and on the third day you had made flyers and were about to start stapling them to light posts when you saw a familiar van driving down the road. "Holy shit." you muttered to yourself. The van turned into Argyles driveway, and you dropped your flyers to run to him. He hopped out of the driver's seat when he saw you and opened his arms to embrace you. "Where have you been?" you said as you teared up, "I was about to stick a missing flyer to that post over there!" He looked down at you and went to wipe away the tear falling down your face, "Jonathan had an emergency dude. It was a family thing, so I had to help. I should've called I'm sorry." When you heard Jonathan's name you could feel your entire body fill with anger. You let go of Argyle and marched over to Jonathan. His little brother and sister were walking into the house, and you waited until the door closed behind them before you started screaming. "Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnap my best friend for three godamn days and say it's a family emergency!?" Jonathan's mouth dropped open, you had done your best to be nice to him until now, now it was different, now you wanted to kill him. "I can't believe this shit and I can't believe Argyle's defending you!" Argyle got in between the both of you to try stop you from screaming again, "Y/N dude I swear, it was an emergency and I wanted to be there for him, I-" But Jonathan interuppted him, "Argyle don't, she kinda has a point but I want to explain. I can't explain out here it's too dangerous I don't want either of you to get hurt. Especially Y/N." Why is he being nice to you all of a sudden? You two have never had a full conversation but now he's acting like he wants to protect you. But Argyle was on his side, so you decided to go inside and let him "explain" why he got your friend to leave town for three days with no notice.
You walked through the door with Argyle and Jonathan, Jonathan walked behind you and put his hand on your back to lead you through. What the hell? He's never done anything like that and even though you wanted to hate it, you couldn't. "I'll go check on Jane and Will for you bro." Argyle said. Jonathan led you to Argyle's room so you could talk in private. You walked into Argyle's room and Jonathan closed the door behind you. "Look, what I'm about to tell you is gonna sound crazy but just bear with me." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, sure okay."
The last hour that Jonathan spent talking sounded like he was just telling a story from one of his brothers dnd games. You weren't sure you believed it, but the tone of Jonathan's voice made you want to believe. "Look even if that's all true, why did you drag Argyle along?" He sighed and looked down, "I needed a ride, my mom took the car to the airport and mines still broken down, so I didn't have much of a choice." You wanted to be nice, even if his story sounded crazy a lot of it made sense, like why his little sister did that scream outside the school. "Okay, sure I believe you. Even if it doesn't make that much sense I guess." Jonathan stared into your eyes for a minute, and you stared back. You've hated him since he moved in but now sitting here with him after he opened up to you made you see him differently. He looked shyer than normal, and he looked really tired. "Here, um, sit down on Argyle's bed. You look like you need to." He chuckled a little but sat down anyway. "I probably need to do more than sit down, but I guess it's a start." He looked up at you and grabbed your hand, "Y/N, can I tell you something?" You couldn't think of anything he would want to tell you, but strangely you could think of something you wanted him to tell you. "Yeah, what's up?" He pulled you a little closer to him and wrapped his hand around the back of your legs, trying to tell you he wanted you to sit on his lap. "What are you doing?" you asked. He pulled on your legs again, "Sit." You thought about it for a second before you gave in and sat on his lap. He moved his hand up to your back and used the other one to grab one side of your face. "I missed you. Like, a lot. Even if you hate me, I still thought about you the entire time I was gone, wondering if you were safe here." You started to blush; you didn't hate him. Well, not anymore. "I thought about you too, mostly how bad I wanted to punch you for kidnapping Argyle, but I still thought about you." He laughed, and then started staring at you again. "I'm sorry I kidnapped your friend. But I think I know a way to make it up to you." You didn't know what it meant until he used the hand he had on the side of your face to pull you closer. You closed your eyes as he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arm tighter around your back and using his other hand to guide your face towards his. Your lips met his, and all the hate you thought you had for him melted away. You lifted your hands up around his neck and pulled yourself even closer to him. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, in his lap with your lips moving against his. But you knew you couldn't, so you pulled away, "We can do this another time, you need to sleep." He smiled at you and scooted farther up onto the bed with you still in his lap, then laid back and pulled you down with him, "Alright, but only if you stay here with me." You smiled back, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
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My First Friend in town.
Eddie Munson fluff.
Eddie X Fem reader
Use of Y/N
Word count: 2k
He works at the video store. This is after the event Eddie survived and is working at the video store with Dustin during Dustin’s junior year. So it’s like 1988 You’re in your early 20s like Eddie.
This work doesn’t contain anything NSFW but moving forward it will so minors do not interact!
You'd just moved to town with your dad. He's a truck driver and Hawkins was a cheap option since all those conspiracy theories came about. He thought that after all the crap that went down it was unlikely the Russians would ever consider this spot again. Plus now it was swarmed with government workers or so he heard from one of the locals during a stop here. Now this place has to be home. Your dad was as good as he knew how to be to you. He left plenty of cash and even an emergency credit card for you to use during his long hauls away.
You found yourself at the local Family Video trying to find something to entertain yourself since you'd be all alone for at least a month and you're new to town.
The long haired clerk started as soon as the bell rang when you opened the door.
"Helloooo there! Welcome t-"
He pauses as he looks up from his ugly sorting pile. His eyes widened and a grin began to form. He walks out from behind the counter and is closer to you. His fast movement causes a gust of scent to find your nose. He smells like musky patchouli. And you like that it's familiar. His style is the next thing you notice. He has chains on his pants and besides that cute little company vest he's wearing all black with a design on the shirt you can't make out under the vest.
"Well I don't think I've seen you in here before... I'm Eddie I spend too much of my life here running this store."
You look at him and smile. He has the prettiest brown eyes you'd ever seen. And sweet little dimples adorn his cheeks. He is really handsome. Much better looking than the walking advertisements for the Gap that you were used to seeing.
"Yeah I'd be shocked if you'd seen me here before. I kinda just moved here. I'm Y/N"
He bows in a very silly exaggerated way. In a posh accent he says,
"Welcome to Hawkins Y/N. What a pretty name for such the fair maiden. Though I'm not sure what such a lady is doing in this shit hole of a town."
He then leans against the counter while looking at you.
You tilt your head and look at him.
"Yeeah I didn't really choose to. My dad wanted to move here because all the shit that went down made it cheaper to live here. Plus he travels so that really only affects me."
You begin to slowly make your way toward the movies. Not really wanting to continue that part of the conversation.
Eddie trails not too far behind.
"Well hey! For the best recommendations I'm available just shout"
He turns and works his way back to his pile of tapes. He dances a bit while he works. You assume it's because he gets to choose his own music at work. Not many places play Dio at 2pm on a Tuesday.
You pick out 3 movies. Misery, Arachnophbia, and The Lord of the Ring(1978 animated) and bring them to the counter.
He seems to be hyper focused on sorting these tapes. His little tongue is out and he has no clue you're right there. So you slam your choices on the counter.
He jumps and lets out a little yelp.
It makes you snicker at him. He looks so tough but gets so scared by a little slam sound.
Embarrassed he notices you finally. While holding his chest he turns around.
"Jesus Christ Sweetheart! Use your words I thought the store was crashing down around us." He says with a half way chuckle.
He leans on the counter.
"Hard to hear me when you're blasting music Mr
You search for his name tag for a reminder and flick it.
"Eddie"
He just looks like an Eddie you think to yourself.
"Listen I need some sort of entertainment. Anyway let's see the choices from the lady herself."
He picks up your stack. Flipping through them.
With an eyebrow raised he looks at you with a finger pointed at one of your selections.
"One of these things aren't like the others. Two new horror flicks and The Lord of the Rings?"
"Well since it's my first night alone at home I wanted a comfort movie. I have seen it like a million times! I know its nerdy and i really dont care what you think." You confess with a sterness near the end.
With wide eyes and his hands up.
"Listen sweetheart I wasn't judging at all. I like the movie. Its just no one ever rents it. Besides am a little shocked a girl would be into this kind of stuff is all."
In a very exaggerated huff you roll your eyes with your arms crossed.
"OH right okay so instead I should be checking out Pretty in Pink and St. Elmo's Fire?"
Eddie looks stunned at the sudden attitude.
A full out laugh came out of you when he looked so scared. He joined in on the laugh.
Eddie with a sigh of relief
"Shit I really thought I made you mad. What I meant wa-"
With a big grin you exclaimed
"Shut up I know what you meant! I stayed over at my neighbors house a lot and her teenage son was really into LOTR so I watched it when they babysat me."
He keeps getting so flustered it's so funny seeing someone react that way over you. But why is he so nervous?
"That's great I really love LOTR. Did you know it was originally a book? I actually have them all if you ever wanted to borrow them" trailing off at the end and blowing air out of his mouth.
He leans down toward the computer.
"Okie Dokie Y/N I'm gonna need some information since it's your first time at the great Family Video. Last name and home address."
While looking in your wallet with your new home address in it you read it off to Eddie
"Okay don't go stalking me now Eddie! We just met I mean I might even count you as my first friend in town."
Eddie smiles and looks back up at you
"Don't worry princess it's standard practice here to have that info in case our movies go M.I.A. and we have to track em' down.
We actually live right by each other. I live just past your house in the trailer park."
A rush of courage hits you in that moment.
"Oh yeah then why don't you drive me home after your shift? Maybe I can help with you monstrosity of tapes you got going here. Until it's time?"
Oh my God that was way too bold why in God's name would you say that!! Good job he's stunned over all the presu-
Eddie cuts you off mid thought. He motions for you to look behind you outside. It's pouring out there. Maybe you'd have noticed if the music wasn't so loud. OH but he thinks you asked on purpose. Okay not as weird now.
Eddie starts
"Well hell yeah you're offering to work for a ride home cause its raining? Yeah I can do that. Lucky for you my shift ends soon or I hope it does. The guy who usually comes in does have to walk from the school and in this weather they might be a bit late."
He finishes bagging your movies up and puts them under the counter.
"One of us has to remember to grab those on our way out."
You make your way behind the counter.
"You're a life saver! Thanks so much."
You help Eddie finish sorting and push the cart around the store while he puts the movies back in the correct spaces. The whole time the two of you have been talking nonstop. Most of it nerdy stuff and some of it flirty. It is clear he's into you.
A curly headed boy walks in completely soaked. Its been about two hours since Eddie agreed to drive you home and it's still pouring.
A very out of breath boy
"Eddie listen man it's coming down out there! Let me change into something dry and we can switch."
Before getting a reply. He rounds the corner pretty fast and runs into you. You fall back and land on your butt. He's like a deer in headlights.
Eddie yells "Woah Dustin slow your roll man. We shouldn't be knocking over ladies in here. Won't get no more of em as customers.
And helps you up. Leaving poor Dustin to get up himself.
"OH my GOD I'm so sorry ma'am I had no idea you were here."
He looks so embarrassed.
You're more concerned if he's okay and start laughing. "I'm okay! It's fine. Are you okay?"
He's cute but in like the aw a cute puppy kind of way.
The poor guy slipping and sliding up to his feet
"Yeah I'm fine. Again I'm so sorry ma'am."
He gets cut off by Eddie
"Dustin Dustin this is Y/N. She's new to town and this is gonna be her new hangout" he says with a grin
You smile at Dustin and extend your hand out to him. He grabs yours and shakes it.
"Thanks for sweeping me off my feet kid. Also enough of that ma'am nonsense!"
Eddie interjects not trying to be rude.
"Okay Henderson go get changed you're dripping all over the floor here man."
He shuffles off to get changed.
Eddie rubs his hands together and walks the empty cart back up to the front.
"Alright princess as soon as he comes back out we can get going."
You rush behind the counter to grab your movies.
"Alrighty I'm ready when you are Eddie."
A still drippy haired boy with dry clothes comes back up to the front. "Reporting for duty Sir!"
He says with a hand up to his forehead.
Eddie places his hand on his own forehead
"Private are you ready to check movies in and out to any patrons that walk through that door?"
"Sir yes sir" he says with an absolute silly grin.
Eddie pats his shoulder. "Alright man I'm out."
Eddie runs out and you wait just a second to make sure you know what car to get into. He runs toward a van parked near the front. You follow out nearly getting soaked. He jumps in and then leans over to open the door for you. You get in. It smells like pine from his little air freshener hung at the front.
Eddie starts up the van and adjusts the radio and turns the heat up. After he pulls out of the spot and begins driving.
"Really sorry it's such bad weather princess I'm usually much more of a gentleman. I actually walk around and open the van from the outside in normal weather.
This made you blush. You aren't really used to being treated like royalty. Or really just nice at all.
"Listen Eddie I just appreciate this ride home. Besides you did still open it for me."
Eddie shakes his head at you.
"Nope that didn't really count that was the least I could do for a lady like yourself. Anyways you mentioned you're gonna be home alone for a while. What if I just joined you for your movie night? I'd love to see Lord Of The Rings with someone who claims to have seen it a million times."
He's so cute but in the sexy way. He's wearing a smirk right now. How could you like someone so much after a few hours together.
"Yeah I think I'd like that Eddie." I was planning on making spaghetti tonight so I hope you're up for that."
Eddie taps the steering wheel while shaking his head up and down.
He gasps
"You mean I get to watch nerd movies and a pretty girl is gonna cook for me? I mean I don't know maybe something just came up I suddenly can't do it now." he says in a very sarcastic tone.
You laugh of course.
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