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O M G SUPER SECRET FNAFB 2 EASTER EGG (VERY REAL)
#fnaf#fnafb#five nights at freddy's#five nights at fuckboy's#fnaf 2#fnafb 2#five nights at freddy's 2#five nights at fuckboy's 2#do i need to add a trigger warning for the kill yourself meme#i don't know!!!#low tier god#ltg#rpg maker vx ace#rpg maker#vx ace
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┊.˚🪩 ༘┊͙ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ;
↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.
pairing: fem!reader x satoru gojo
tags: smau/partially written; actor/actress!au, fuckboy!gojo, jjk is a live-action show in this au, fluff/angst/humor
length: 1/??
note: AAAAAAAAA im a sucker for fake dating, actor au trope. enjoy besties! <3
taglist details: CURRENTLY CLOSED !!
to be added to the taglist, leave a reply on the MASTERLIST post of the smau (this post!)! the capacity is 50 users so pls be mindful of that!
[disclaimer: the way the reader is portrayed is just for the reason of style/posing! this is not what the reader looks like (she should look like however you’d like her to!) just wanted to clarify!! <;3]
PROFILES
↳ y/n's besties
↳ gojo's group
↳ others
ONE – hold on, i'm dating who?
TWO – the deal
THREE – he will be a pain in the ass
FOUR – satoru, don’t be a whore
FIVE – act like you like her
SIX – meeting and matching hoodies
SEVEN – exclusive! satoru gojo’s party
EIGHT – interrupted movie night
NINE – angus disapproves
TEN – the interview
ELEVEN – it’s giving jealousy
TWELVE – breaking out
THIRTEEN – besties united
FOURTEEN – good night, loser
FIFTEEN – the audition
SIXTEEN – try again?
SEVENTEEN – sleepover
EIGHTEEN – sugar daddy
NINETEEN – we’re booked!
TWENTY – lego flowers
TWENTY & A HALF – friends?
TWENTY ONE – in denial
TWENTY TWO – invitations sent!
TWENTY THREE – i’m literally home
TWENTY FOUR – roommativersary party pt. 1
TWENTY FIVE – roommativersary party pt. 2
─ BONUS – maki and shoko's texts after the party
─ BONUS – texts from shoko and suguru to gojo
TWENTY SIX – two months later…
TWENTY SEVEN – new character unlocked
TWENTY EIGHT – get her a grammy
─ BONUS – y/n's texts with suguru
TWENTY-NINE – sleepovers n skincare
THIRTY – let’s be honest…
THIRTY-ONE – coming to terms
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smau#jujutsu kaisen smau#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk satoru#gojo fluff#gojo angst#gojo smut#jjk geto#jjk geto suguru#geto suguru#jjk nanami#nanami kento#jjk yuuji#yuuji itadori#gojo fanfic#gojo smau#jjk social media au#gojo social media au#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jjk angst
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Cowboy hats.
pairing: dbf!southern!frank castle x afab!reader
summary: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.
warnings: age gap (reader is 22, frank is 52), use of pet names, dirty dirty thoughts!!!,unprotected p in v sex!!, praise kink asf, soft frank, frank being an asshole for the first like two thousand words, cowboy hate frank, no mentions of y/n, no descriptions of reader, not proofread
word count: 4015 words
author’s note: end of the road for darlin’ and frankie (probably not, i absolutely will write more, smaller, things for them, but this is the end of the cowgirl series!! I loved writing for them and hope i did them justice!! I hope you guys it enjoy it, mwah
read the first one here, and the second here !
It had been five days, five entire days and nights without speaking to Frank. Not that you didn’t try, you had been texting him. Multiple times. Just to get “read at 2:30” every time. Every. Damn. Time. He brushed you off if you spoke to him in person, ignored your texts, you would soon resort to carrier pigeon. What the fuck happened to Frankie who was calling you his girl? The fucking 180 he pulled was pissing you off. The rational side of you tried to convince yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend, he had made no promises to you, he was free to ignore you all he wanted. No matter how angry it made you. The irrational side didn’t care, he had been inside of you raw, he owes you some explanation. What a fucking little fuckboy move to fucking make.
Ironically, Boyfriend by COIN played through your car. Not now.
“I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
When you need a little company,
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
When there’s not another phone to ring.”
You searched through the passenger seat for your phone once your car was safely stopped at the red light, this was absolutely NOT the song to play. Of all the songs on your playlist, of course it had to be this one. The universe wasn’t done playing cruel jokes on you, it was almost like it wanted to see you suffer just a tiny bit more. A black truck pulled up next to you, in the left turn lane. Frank’s black truck. That Frank was driving. It would take a miracle to save you from driving your car off a cliff, today was testing you and you were losing. He shot you a smile from his driver’s seat, giving you a two finger wave without lifting his hand off the steering wheel.
A smile. The nerve of this guy. The fucking nerve.
The light turned green before you were able to yell all the expletives you knew in all the languages you knew them in. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You were meeting Tiff at a bookstore for a girls day, she was going to get an earful of what happened five days ago and the fucking nerve he has to act this way.
“I mean, he is fifty. Right? Maybe he’s just not used to dating culture. He had a wife previously, I think, so just talk to him.” Tiff reasoned, tracing her finger up the spine of a book before pulling it off the shelf to read the description on the back.
“Even if dating culture is different, he gave me his number. Said we’d talk later and has given me the coldest shoulder possible. Then has the nerve to smile at me like none of this has happened.” You whined, frustrated that this was even happening. Initially, you had planned to just be pretty and reap the perks of it this summer. Not get hung up on an older man that’s best friends with your dad.
“Does he even know you’re angry? I mean he’s not a mind reader and neither are you, ambush his house when you know he’s there. I don’t think he’d shy away from being alone with you.” She teased, poking your side and placing the book back in its rightful spot on the shelf. “Then, you can set boundaries and what not. Fuck. And make up!”
“I would sooner punch him in that smug attractive stupid fucking face.” You rolled your eyes, knowing deep inside the next time he was in your presence and willing to take you to bed that you would be there. You didn’t know how to say no to him.
“We both know that is the furthest thing from the truth.” Tiff raised her eyebrow at you and cocking her head, daring you to argue about it.
“Shut up, I’m trying to learn to have some self control.” You tried to hide a smile, failing miserably and rolling your eyes instead. “I’ll ambush him later, he better be there or be prepared to feel my wrath.”
“That’s my girl!” She laughed, clapping her hands the best she could with the books in her hands. “Make sure he really understands the anger. The rage!”
To keep true to your word, you drove by his house on the way to yours to see if he was home. He wasn’t. Fucker. You knew it wasn’t intentional but it sure felt that way, because of all days and of all times he wouldn’t be there. However, to your surprise, he was parked in your driveway. You parked in your usual spot and headed inside, stopping right inside the house when you heard the two men inside.
“How was your date the other night?” He went on a date, what the fuck?
“Horrible. She was still hung up on her ex-husband, talked about him all night.” Good, hope every woman you go on a date with does that. Asshole.
“Sorry man, you’ll find someone someday.” Your dad tried consoling him, your anger was bubbling and the next word of this conversation was going to be your breaking point. Did the sex truly mean nothing to him? Did you mean nothing to him? Were you just a quick fuck to get the desire out and then move on?
You closed the front door loudly to announce your presence, walking into the kitchen where said men were sitting at the kitchen table. Frank had his legs spread, hand hanging between them with a beer in his hand. The kicker was, he was wearing a cowboy hat, his hair fluffing out on the side. To add onto the never ending list of things making this, currently insufferable, man so attractive he was wearing some sort of red henley with the top buttons undone so you could see the gold chains decorating his neck.
“Hey daddy!” You smiled at your dad, handing him a book he had mentioned twenty times he wanted to read. Your words caused Frank to clear his throat and sit straighter in the seat, you could play his game much worse than he can.
“What’s the occasion, honey?” He always had weird ways of saying thank you, as in he never really did and would instead pay you back by making your favorite food for dinner tomorrow or ordering a dress you really wanted. You figured it was just how he grew up.
“You deserve it, daddy! You do so much for me and treat me so well! I’m gonna take a shower.” And with that you were off up the stairs, flipping Frank off once you got to a point in the stairs where the wall covered you.
You locked your bedroom door. He didn’t need to come in here and desecrate your room anymore than he already had. If he didn’t have such a big dick and fantastic hands you would’ve murdered him already, why bless bad men with great appendages.
Your mind raked itself for answers, you truly couldn’t come up with one that didn’t end with you not being good enough for him. The date was the trulying baffling part to you, the cold shoulder you could deal with just fine but the date was just cruel. If he didn’t want you he shouldn’t have left his number, shouldn’t have fucked you within an inch of you life, shouldn’t have called you his. He shouldn’t have even read the messages, deleted them and blocked your number. He read them and actively chose to not respond, you didn’t know if it was any worse than just blocking you. If the universe was cruel, Frank castle was worse.
Your door knob jiggled, quite a few times before you heard the sound of boots going downstairs. You knew he would come up here and try to act like it was all peachy keen, like he hadn’t been twisting the knife he placed in your back. Your phone dinged.
I know you heard, at least let me explain.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the absolute nerve he has had today.
No.
Darlin’, please.
Fuck off, Frank.
Fucking COIN was right, he didn’t want to be your boyfriend. How fucking foolish could you have been. How could you imagine he’d settle down for a twenty-two year old girl who was related to his best friend. You flopped down on your bed and let out a very long, very needed, scream. The tears started coming, you hadn’t been this emotional in a very long time, the tears you had initially shed over Frank turned into tears over everything you’d bottled up. Your tears comforted you into dreamland. You awoke to four texts from Frank.
It’s not how it seems. Sent 9:30pm
Darlin’ I swear, I had to do it. Sent 10:05pm
Two nights with you has me ready to fill every ocean with blood, sweat, and tears for you so don’t act like that. Sent 5am
Your dad set up the date, I couldn’t not go. Was I supposed to tell him I’d rather be fucking his daughter? Sent 5:30am
It didn’t matter to you that your dad set the whole thing up, you responded with a simple yes and placed your phone back on the nightstand you picked it up from. Men are so stupid, you could think of two ways he could’ve gotten out of the date without you being involved. Still doesn’t explain the five day freeze out, if he had been honest about the date it wouldn’t have mattered . As much. He better come up with the best damn excuse for this shit or you swore you’d never speak to him again.
Frank’s phone dinged in his pocket, he’d been waiting all morning for you to respond. He knew you would, just as you were his vice. He was yours. The second you walked in the kitchen last night it was taking all his self control to not pull you onto his lap, continue his conversation with your dad, trailing his fingers up and down your leg. He knew you were angry with him, you had every right to be, but he didn’t know how to even begin explaining the situation. Your dad was being suspicious, he thought it was odd that Frank spent an extended amount of time in your room the other night, thought it was weird that everytime your name was mentioned Frank’s nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. It was your dad who suggested setting up the date, watched Frank’s face as he brought it up to see if he’d give away anything. Frank was saving you both, he was doing this for you. In some twisted way.
The date happened the night after he slept with you, he felt guilty to have gone behind your back. He didn’t want to see you look so excited to see him when he felt tainted. He didn’t do anything with the woman, opened her car door and moved back her seat but he never once laid a finger on her. Her smile wasn’t as sweet as yours, her laugh not as gentle and filling, and she wasn’t nearly as beautiful. Frank spent most of the date thinking of you and how he wished it was you in front of him, not this woman who couldn’t be bothered to speak of anything besides her ex-husband. He thought she’d get the hint that he was bored, he stopped responding to her questions and was now scanning the restaurant making up stories about the other patrons to pass the time.
He just wanted to be with His cowgirl.
Seeing you in your car yesterday made the guilt twist in his heart, he needed to speak to you. But you didn’t want to speak to him, especially not after what you heard in the house. That’s why when his phone dinged and he had the feeling it was you, his face lifted and he was filled with a warmth only you could give to him. The one word you replied with had made the past five days almost bearable.
You know I can’t do that. Can I see you after work? Please, darlin’
He placed his phone back into his back pocket, taking a deep breath as he awaited your response. God, he hoped you responded. It didn’t matter if you didn’t say a word to him the whole time he explained it, he needed to see you and he needed you to understand why he did what he did. He meant what he said, he’d fill every ocean on the fucking planet with blood, sweat and tears if it meant your happiness. He’d go back to the life he left to ensure your safety.
Fine.
If the rest of the day was the worst day possible he could deal with that, he could deal with anything as long as it meant getting to see you when he got off. He truly didn’t know how you would react or what it meant for the two of you going forward. He could only hope for the best. Whatever that even was.
You spent the rest of the day thinking about what he could possibly explain to you, it was clear that he wasn’t as interested as you thought before. Would you even believe it, whatever his excuse was? Or would you immediately forgive him because it meant he would be back in your life, would you forget it even happened and go back to playing girlfriend. You wanted to forget, to act like it never hurt, but you wanted him to understand how it felt. To be treated like the top of the world and then dumped like you meant nothing.
You wore red.
That was the first thing Frank noticed as you walked up his driveway clad in a flowy red sundress, you remembered his favorite color and the conversation about wearing it the next time you saw him. Forgiveness was in there somewhere, he knew it. You noticed he was wearing that damn cowboy hat again, damn he was playing a hard game.
“Thanks for coming darlin’, I was kinda worried you wouldn’t.” He didn’t stand up from his chair on the porch to greet you, in some way you were kinda glad but you mostly figured it’s because you’re on his porch and everyone can see.
“Yeah, I just hope you’ve got something real good up your sleeve.” You responded bluntly, sitting in the chair next to him and smoothing your dress out. “You’re an asshole, Frankie.’
“I know, I fuckin’ know baby. Just listen, okay? I’ll explain and then you can fuckin’ obliterate me but I need you to listen.” He sat up straighter, reaching to take one of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb across the top.
“We don’t have all night, I suggest you start talking.” He could’ve swore he saw a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you spoke.
“Your dad, I know I can’t blame it all on him. He came to me, after I left your room, and he hinted he was a bit suspicious of us. What he said doesn’t matter, just know he was suspicious. He said he had a date planned for me, thought it would be nice for me to meet a woman ‘my own age’ and gave me the information. Darlin’, if I said no he would’ve caught on the next time I spent more than a minute with you, I did this for us. For you, baby. I didn’t touch her, barely spoke the whole time. She spent more time talking about her ex-husband, I’m not sure she even knew my name,” you giggled at that, she didn’t deserve to know him,”Took her home, didn’t give her my number. Nothin’. I came here and thought of you, all night. Thought about how I was supposed to tell you. I felt gross, and I’ve done bad things darlin’. Bad things.”
“I don’t care what bad things you’ve done, because that’s not you. Not now.” You whispered, taking your free hand and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, so soft and warm.
“That’s the thing, I’d do it again. I’d do all those bad things again, for you.” He admitted, watching you process his words. It should’ve scared you, should’ve made you run off his porch and block his number. It excited you, made your core throbbed at the thought of someone loving you enough to do those ‘bad things’ he spoke of. You were smart enough to make your own conclusions about what he meant.
“But why did you ignore me? That really hurt, Frankie. It really fucking sucked.”
“I told you. I felt gross, undeserving of you. I went on a date with someone who wasn’t you and it was eating at me, even if my reasons were just.” He truly looked apologetic, you came here looking to stick it to him but you melted the second he started talking. He did it for you and you were sat thinking he just didn’t like you and wanted a quick fuck.
“Frankie..” You whispered, looking at him like he’d hung the moon and all the stars. Scanning the other houses to predict who could’ve seen you here.
“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that, darlin’.” He groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. You were a goddamn dream.
“I’d like a tour of your bed.” You giggled, the way you figured was he at least owed you some sort of makeup sex. You were melting the second he said he’d do bad things for you, he had to fix the problem he started.
“Mmm I can arrange that, c’mon cowgirl.” He tightened the grasp on the hand he was holding and led you inside, it smelled just like he did. Slight scent of gunpowder, tobacco from the cigars he smoked with your father, some sort of leather and coffee. You could drown yourself in the scent.
“Your place is so…you.” You observed. There were more cowboy hats hung up by the door, more boots on the floor, a whiskey cabinet in the living room which led you to assume everything else was held in his kitchen, the lighting was dim.
“Might shock ya to hear that I live here.” He teased, leading you through the kitchen and down a hallway to his bedroom. His room was sparsely decorated, he was only a man what could he say.
“I would’ve never guessed.” You smiled, letting go of his hand to flop down on his bed. It wasn’t nearly as comfortable as yours, didn’t have nearly as many blankets and pillows.
Frank slid his hands down your thighs as they hung off the bed, admiring the sight of you in his bed. He didn’t deserve you or what you were about to give him. But Frank Castle was a greedy man, he’d take everything you were willing to give. Especially when it came to you. He slowly massaged your thighs, moving both hands to one of your legs and massaging all the way down. You propped yourself on your elbows, watching him curiously as he massaged you.
“What’re you doing, Frankie?” You asked softly, genuine curiosity present in your voice. His lips lifted at the nickname, as they did every time you called him that since the first time.
“Jus’ lovin’ on my lady, do you have a problem with that?” He tilted his head down and raised an eyebrow, the cowboy hat slipping a bit as he did so.
“Nope, no problems. Just thought you were gonna take me to bed, ‘s all.”
“You know how to pick my brain, findin’ all the right things to say and when to say ‘em. My pretty girl, made just for me. Ain’t that right?” He let go of your leg, hiking your dress up so he didn’t sit on it when he straddled your waist. “Knew this was gonna happen, huh? Did ya find the laciest red panties you could find? You got words, I know you do.”
“For you, told you I’d do it.” You pulled the top of the dress down to realize the matching lacy red bra, all for your Frankie. He let out a low groan, you were too good to a man who didn’t deserve you. Too tainted to touch the pureness of your soul.
Frank helped you out of your dress, throwing it into the corner of his room, he stared at you a long time. The matching red set was something out of his dreams, he wanted to sear the image of you wearing it in his bed in his head forever. He ran his hands over your stomach, your thighs, anywhere his hands could reach. It’s crazy how fast a person can come to mean so much to you, especially when they’d been around for years. One night changed everything for the both of you, changed the meaning of love for Frank. He’d figure out how to get your dad on board late, for tonight you were his sweet thing to make sweet love to.
The cowboy hat was left on at your request, he didn’t mind as long as you kept letting the giggles out when it bumped your forehead as he thrusted up into you. Your red bra was left on at his request, a reminder that this was all for him. That it was all real and not some cruel dream. Your moans and whimpers a sweet symphony to his ears, he’d pay over and over and over to hear. Your nails gripping his back, when he checked in the mirror later that evening it’d be adorned with light pink scratches and half moons scattered across it, holding onto him like he was going to disappear again. His thrusts were slow but deep, hitting all the right spots inside you, his hands holding your head to look at him as he showed you everything he couldn’t say with words.
His words were equally dirty and sweet, just like him.
“Pretty baby, you feel how you’re squeezin’ me?”
“God, gonna lock you away. Keep you all to myself, use you when I want. Make you my pretty housewife.”
“”S alright baby, Frankie’s got you. Gonna take good care of this pussy, make ‘er feel good.”
The two of you came together, he talked you softly through the whole thing. Peppered kisses across your face and down your neck, praising you for how good you did even though he did all the work. He traced his initials, FC, above your heart with his fingers before placing a kiss right where he traced. Marking you, invisibly, as his forever and ever.
“Don’t ever go on another date with another woman.” You teased softly, looking up at him when you came to.
“I’m not doin’ nothin’ with another woman that’s not you. Promise, darlin’.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and pulling away to look at your face. He wiped away the sweaty hairs that had stuck themselves to your face.
“Good, my Frankie.”
“Your Frankie.”
He’d softened in his older years, in his years with you he’d soften even more than previously thought. Frankie, as he came to be known to everyone you introduced him to, never could say no to you. That included the day you decided you wanted to tell your dad about him, you were tired of sneaking around. Even if it was fun. You’d been in an actual established relationship for a while at that point, he was going to find out eventually. In true Frankie fashion he sighed, shot back the rest of his whiskey and said Okay, darlin’. The mental battle he fought, briefly, about you lost the second you assured him you’d traverse it together. Loving you was the best thing Frank Castle would ever come to do in all his life.
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]
Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au
Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]
Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.
Word count: 5.2k
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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
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a/n 2: i hope it was what you wanted, thanks for the ask btw!
Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.
Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.
His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.
He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.
Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.
Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.
You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.
More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.
Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.
Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.
Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.
That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.
“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.
“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.
“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.
So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.
Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”
Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”
Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.
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The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.
He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.
Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”
Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”
Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”
You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.
Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.
This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”
On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.
You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”
On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.
--
“Han like this new chick in his office.”
Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.
“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.
“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”
“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.
“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.
“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.
“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.
Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”
“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.
“Do what?”
“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”
The whole room goes silent at that statement.
“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.
“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.
“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.
“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.
“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.
But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.
“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.
While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”
--
After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.
You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.
Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.
“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.
“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”
“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.
“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.
“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.
“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.
“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”
This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.
“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.
Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.
--
The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.
The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.
This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.
Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.
“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.
“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”
“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”
“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”
“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”
“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"
All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.
Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.
You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.
“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.
“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”
To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.
--
It was all smooth sailing after that.
Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.
Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.
The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.
This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.
He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.
This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.
After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.
Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.
He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.
--
It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”
Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.
“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.
“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.
“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.
--
That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.
It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.
The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.
You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.
As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”
Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”
With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.
As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.
“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.
“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.
“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.
“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.
“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.
“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.
“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”
It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.
“Did you know about this,” you asked him.
The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.
“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”
“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”
“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”
“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.
You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.
--
The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.
He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”
The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.
“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”
Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.
“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.
“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.
“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.
The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.
--
That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.
There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.
It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.
You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.
--
On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.
The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.
By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.
He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.
Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.
In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.
--
The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.
Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.
His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.
When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.
And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.
--
Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.
On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.
--
Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.
But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.
“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?
Truth to be told, he didn’t know.
“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”
All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.
That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.
a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!
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I'm on Fire
Chapter 1: Black No. 1
biker!Eddie Munson x fem!artist!Reader
Part 1
Series Masterlist
🚨18+ Only, older!Eddie, tow truck driver Eddie, biker!Eddie, alcohol consumption, sex with someone other than reader, cheating (not on reader), slightly fuckboy!eddie, adult themes. Y/N is used several times in the first few chapters, and I apologize for that. This was the very first reader insert series ever, and it's insane how much the characters and story have grown. I really appreciate those who have been on this journey with me, and those who continue to want to read it!
Word count: 3.3k
There is an instant spark of chemistry between you and the guy who rescues you from the side of the freeway in his tow truck, courtesy of Munson's Garage. While you've never met him before, your roommate has, and you learn a few things about Eddie Munson while he indulges in one of his late-night extracurricular activities, which is just one facet of the dark secrets in his life.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to have a crush on your tow truck driver.
One second, you’re cruising along the freeway, blasting Linger by The Cranberries, looking forward to the future, and the next---your tire blows and you’re on the side of the road questioning when you will ever catch a break. You were trying to remember how far back the last payphone was as traffic sped by, blowing your hair into your face, when a big, mean looking, black tow truck with Munson’s Garage written on the door slowed down and pulled in front of you.
The guy behind the wheel waited for a few cars to buzz by before he dropped down from the cab, boots hitting the pavement, and made his way over to you. He’s wearing his long, dark hair tied back in a ponytail, black jeans with a wallet chain hanging at his thigh, and a button down blue work shirt that says Eddie on it. He’s muscular in a manual labor way, and you spot a few tattoos at first glance, just as he closes the distance between you.
“Come here often?” He asked, the side of his mouth lifting up as he squinted against the sun.
You hesitated, because you weren’t prepared for jokes, and then you shrug. “Yeah, I live here. It’s cozy, shame it’s so close to the freeway.”
He takes a pair of gloves out of his back pocket and you notice his warm, brown sugar eyes take a quick sweep up and down your body. “In that case, I might have to visit more often.”
You also weren’t ready for the teasing, sexual banter, but you could give as well as you got. “Careful. I bite.”
Of course, you don’t have a spare tire, and so the next option is for him to tow you back to his garage. He tells you to get comfortable in the cab of the truck while he hooks your car on.
Inside, you notice that it’s an older cab, but it’s clean and well taken care off. There’s an Iron Maiden sticker on the glove compartment, and a vanilla tree-shaped air freshener hanging from the CB radio. You scoot over, curious as a kitten, to see what other little pieces of his life you can pick up from the area, when you see photo of a little kid, maybe 2 years old, taped to the top of his dash. The toddler had thick dark hair and big, dark eyes, and you realize he must be a dad—the kid looked just like him. You remembered looking at his strong hands before he put his gloves on, and you didn’t see any rings, but most people in his profession chose not to wear them when they worked, as a safety precaution.
He climbed up into the cab behind the steering wheel and took his gloves off, stuffing them in the console between you, apologizing for how long it took. In your mind, he’d only been out there five minutes, but—time flies when you’re being a snoop.
The radio blared loud the second he turned the engine on (Would? by Alice in Chains) and you jumped in your seat, a yelp escaping your throat.
He cringed and turned the volume down. “My bad,” he laughed a little, giving you a wink when you look over at him, your palm flat on your chest, adrenaline coursing through you.
His shop was almost a half hour away, and the conversation stayed light. He asked you what you did for work, and when you told him that you were on staff at a gallery, but you wished you could be a full time artist—he was one of the few people in your whole life who didn’t make fun of you for it.
“You have no idea how much I relate to that,” he said, almost under his breath, shifting the truck into another gear.
You asked him how long he’d been in the area and he replied, “too long.”
He got quiet for a few minutes, and you shifted your eyes covertly to catch his jaw muscles flexing, like he was deep in thought about something he didn’t want to be thinking about.
You adjusted yourself on the vinyl seat with a creak of the upholstery. “So, did you grow up here?”
He opened his mouth for a beat, and then closed it again, as if he didn’t like the answer he was about to give. “I grew up all over the place. But I went to high school here, and then I left, and then I came back.”
You pulled your bottom lip over your top lip, looking out the window at a sea of fat cows grazing in a big, grassy field.
“I’m sure there are worse places to be,” you said aloud, although you meant for it to be a silent thought.
He scoffed. “You must be new here. Give it time.”
He had his hand high on the wheel, and he looked sideways over his arm at you. You could tell he wanted to ask you more, and you wanted to ask the name of the cute kid in the photo on his dash—but it suddenly felt like it was all getting too personal.
There was sudden static on the CB radio and the voice of an older man came through the speaker. “Munson, what’s your 20?”
Eddie reached over to take the handheld receiver off the hook under the glove compartment, the back of his hand brushing your knee as he did so.
He pushed the button on the side as he held it to his mouth. “On I-90, just passed Little River, on my way back.”
He let go of the button so that the other man could speak.
“Charlene dropped the Jaguar off again. Not a damn thing wrong with it, but she asked for you, specifically.”
Eddie swallowed, his eyes shifting to you, as if he was embarrassed or self-conscious about the conversation.
“...I told her I’d bring it by on my way home after work.”
The other end was silent for a bit and then, the older man gave a heavy sigh. “Son, I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re--”
“Talk to you when I get there, Wayne. I’ve got a customer in the cab with me,” and then Eddie hung up the receiver and switched the radio off with a click.
Back at Munson’s Garage you called your best friend, Katie, who you were supposed to meet for lunch, to talk her down from the ledge she was on, panicking over where you were.
“At first, I wanted to murder you, and then--” As Katie is talking, you see Eddie give you a thumbs up from across the garage to let you know the tire was on and your car was ready, and you mirrored the gesture. “...and then I was like, wait, maybe she’s in a ditch somewhere….and you were!”
Like any self-respecting, horny friend would, she asked if the tow truck driver that picked you up was hot while on the phone with you.
You’re watching Eddie pick up two tires and fling them onto a pile like they weighed nothing, muscles flexing in his forearms and hands; he catches you staring and smiles almost accidentally at you over his shoulder, before turning away. “Not really, I mean, if you like that sort of thing, I guess.”
There was a teenage boy at the front desk who looked like he was in training, and with shaking hands, he tallied you up for the price of the tow and the tire.
“Just the tire,” Eddie came up behind him, wiping his fingers on a rag. “The tow is on the house,” he lifts his eyes to you, and then looks down to make sure the kid got it right.
You thanked him, and as you were leaving, you saw the long, sleek, white Jaguar convertible with leather seats parked at the far end of the garage. You wondered who Charlene was, and why she chose that particular garage over all of the other high end, specialty repair shops in the area.
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That night, you were snuggled in front of a Golden Girls episode, dissociating in your bathrobe on the couch with your orange, long haired tabby cat named Charlie, when Katie, who was also your roommate, got home after a meeting at the high school where she taught English and creative writing.
“I didn’t get into an accident,” you assured her, turning the sound down on the TV. “I just blew a tire. I’ll still be able to make it to work tomorrow, unfortunately.”
The next night was a huge artist opening at the gallery, and all of the mucky mucks usually attended to buy high priced art and drink free champagne.
“Hey,” you went to the kitchen to squirt some of your cheap, refrigerated box wine into some glasses and brought one over to Katie. “You’ve lived here longer than I have. Do you know a woman named Charlene who drives a super fancy white, Jaguar convertible?”
“Charlene Gregson? The ex-supermodel, the wife of millionaire CEO John Gregson, the ones who just happen to have a summer home near here on the lake?”
You put your wine glass to your lips. “Sure, I mean, I guess. Does she drive a white Jaguar?”
Katie curled up at the other end of the couch and wrapped a blanket over her. “They have a ten car garage at their mansion, so I’m sure she has one in every color.”
“Wait, how do you know this?” You put your elbow on the top of the couch to rest your hand on your fist, squinting at your roommate.
Katie took a big gulp of her wine. “My sister, the one who runs her own carpet cleaning business, she’s been out there. They have these antique rugs that need to be cleaned a certain way.”
“So, she’s married?” You asked, feeling like you’re asking the same question over and over without actually asking it.
Katie shrugs. “As far as I know they still are. I mean, what happened? Did you run into her or something?”
You didn’t feel like retelling the entire debacle, so you trimmed it down a bunch. “I saw that car at the garage when I got my tire fixed, and someone mentioned that it belonged to her.”
Katie gave you a curious look.
You turned and noticed the way she was staring at you. “What?” You laughed as you asked it, turning your gaze back to the TV.
“So,” Katie said, her eyebrow raised. “Forget about Charlene. Tell me more about this tow truck guy. Is he single? Is he tall? Does he have sexy hands?”
You rolled your head to rest it on the back of the sofa. “Do you know a guy named Eddie?”
Katie ran her tongue over her teeth, thinking.
“He drives a tow truck? Works at Munson’s Garage?”
An invisible light bulb seemed to blink on above Katie’s head. “Eddie...Eddie Munson?”
The way she asked it gave you pause; your eyes shifted, and then you shrugged, “I didn’t ask for his last name, but I guess so.”
Katie tilted her head back, eyes wide. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen him around in a minute. He used to sell weed back in the day. I bought some from him a few times when I first moved here after college. But he left town for a year or two, I didn’t know he was back.”
You squished air around in your mouth, puffing your cheeks out as you listened to her. “Well, he’s back. He put a new tire on my car and he didn’t even break a sweat.”
“I remember him being...really hot, in like, a metalhead way,” Katie sipped her wine again. “Does he still have the long hair?”
You nodded, staring at the TV vacantly, picturing him in your mind as clearly as if he were right in front of you. You asked Katie if Eddie had a kid, and she had no idea. “The last time we smoked at his trailer, he was single with no kids, but that was—oh shit---a good 6 years ago.”
The next revelation made Katie jump as she remembered it: “Oh! He was in a band, too. The name had something to do with rust or decay, I never saw him play though, Dan and the rest of his D&D nerd friends worshiped him.” Dan was Katie’s younger brother by two years, and he asked you on a date a while back, but you turned him down, respectfully, being that you didn’t want it to mess with your friendship with Katie.
“That’s his garage, he runs it with his uncle.” Katie corrected your earlier statement. “There’s a rumor that it’s also a clubhouse for the Coffin Kings motorcycle gang, but who knows. In a town like this, there are a lot of rumors.”
You thought about his visible tattoos, including the cluster of bats near his elbow, some kind of monsterous puppet thing on his inner forearm, and there was something spelled out across his fingers, but you couldn’t read what it said.
There is an interlude in your conversation with nothing but canned laughter from the sitcom on TV, and then Katie changes the subject, recalling a dramatic story having to do with one of her colleagues that happened earlier that day.
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Eddie waited until everyone was gone before he closed up the garage, noticing that the new kid forgot to sweep the lobby, so he did it himself, mumbling about how it was hard to find good help these days. He had the Jaguar already loaded on the truck, but he needed to wait until after 8 to drop it off at her place.
Charlene was pulling his shirt up and undoing his belt, her mouth on his throat, as soon as she locked the front door behind him. He grabbed onto her wrists and held her in place, forcing her to back up as he walked forward.
There were several Magnum wrappers on the floor by the time he left her there after their final fuck in the shower. He picked up the evidence of their affair and took the wrappers with him, thinking that he couldn’t remember the last time he was with someone he cared about and trusted enough to not use some kind of protection. That same dark voice in his head told him that he’d never get that close to anyone ever again. “Get used to it, buddy. You’ll be alone forever,” the voice snickered.
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Mrs. John Waterberry, who lived in the house across from Charlene Gregson, grabbed her 78 yr old husband by the arm just as they were getting ready for bed. She could see the tow truck pull up into Charlene’s driveway from their bedroom window.
“That’s five times in two months, John,” Mrs. Waterberry scampered for the binoculars in the desk drawer, putting them to her eyes and pointing them at the house. “Who on earth needs to have their brand new car towed that often?”
John Waterberry fussed to put his glasses back on and watched the big, black truck lower the delicate, expensive Jaguar to the ground with care. “I don’t give a damn, Louisa, let’s go to bed.”
Behind her, John got into bed and turned the lamp by the bed off, but Mrs. Waterberry hid behind the curtain and watched as the strange tattooed boy with the long hair went over and knocked at the front door. When Charlene answered, she was in her a skimpy bathrobe!
“John!” Mrs. Waterberry called to her husband. “She invited him inside again! I told you! Her husband away on a golfing trip and now this.”
“It’s none of our business, Louisa,” John mumbled, turning over on his side, facing away from her.
Mrs. Waterford ended up falling asleep, but her eyes snapped open when she heard the low grumble of the tow truck starting up again. She looked at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand: it was almost 1:00 in the morning.
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Eddie popped a cigarette into his mouth and rolled the window down, turning his music up in the cab of the tow truck as soon as he was out of the gated lake community. (Black No. 1 – Type O Negative)
"I went looking for trouble, and boy, I found her,
she's in love with herself
she likes the dark
and on her milk white neck
the Devil's mark..."
He should’ve been feeling good, but the frown on his face was giving him a headache, his body telling his mind there was something wrong. He happened to catch a flicker out of the corner of his eye and turned to see a shiny sliver of something on the floorboard of his truck. He made sure there were no cars around and bent down to stretch his hand out and swoop it up. It was an earring; a little silver hoop, and he realized, with sigh, that it must’ve belonged to the woman he had in his truck earlier that day. The one who worked at an art gallery and didn’t have a spare tire in her car. The one with cute, quirky mannerisms and the beautiful eyes.
He sped up and shifted into the next gear, cigarette between his lips, and slipped the earring into his front pocket.
Finally back at the garage, Eddie parked the truck and opened the side door to get his bike. After a wide straddle and a few kicks of his foot, the Harley started up with a growl, loud pipes spitting, his hand with the metal rings twisting on the high handlebar. He had a gig with his band the next evening, but not until after he escorted Charlene to her function and pretended to be her body guard. The whole town had to know they were fucking; he had a hard time believing they were all so morbidly clueless.
While he shot down the highway on his chopper with the wind in his face, he reached over to feel for the outline of your earring in his pocket, and realized with a tiny flutter in his gut, that he had a valid excuse to look you up and see you again.
Part 2
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I NEED a pt.2 to college fvckboy Yoongi!!! ASAP!!!
You know I got you, girl!
Title: Those Damn Lips (Part 2 to 'Those Damn Eyes')
Warning(s): C*cktease!Y/N, Jealousy S!x, Talks of Cheat!ng, D!rty talk, Curs!ng, and FLUFF!
Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!
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"Are you gonna speak, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?" You finally ask as you keep your eyes glued to your textbook. The five-foot two girl with short brown hair and bangs sits up straighter, as if not expecting to have been caught by you.
You finally look up from your studies and eye the girl. "Mm... You don't know me, but my name is Isabella." She says finally, nose scrunching as if apologetic by that information she'd just shared with you. Completely unprovoked, mind you.
"Ok..." You say slowly as you sit back now, crossing your arms. "And that means..." You trail off.
"That means... Yoongi and I... Used to... talk." She says and you find yourself breathing heavy. Not again.
"And? What are you gonna do? Threaten me? Pull the 'he's not gonna treat you good' card? Try and act like you two are still talking?" You ask, unamused by this girl's presence.
Public dating Yoongi meant constantly being reminded of the fact that your now tamed boyfriend once had a past of being a reckless fuckboy. And there was no end to that fact.
After the frat party, you two agreed to actually try dating. Which was easy since you were still roommates as well, but the line of scorned ex-lovers was becoming tiresome for you.
"U-Uh... No! None of that. But... I just... Look, I should tell you-" You cut the girl off.
"Tell me that he's never gonna change, that I'm wasting my time, that night or day you can call him to hook up and he'd come running at the chance..." You recite, knowing the show and dance by heart now. It was messed up how many girls assumed doing this little speech to you would change your mind on Yoongi.
"Would you let me speak?!" She squeaks in frustration before fixing herself up a bit more. "I just thought that... From girl to girl? I should tell you... He's still talking to girls." She says and you snort.
"Honey. I read YA books for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I know this damn trick. You're gonna say this, probably show me a picture, and it'll be something taken out of context-" You're cut off by her showing the picture on her phone.
You pause to examine the picture and see it's Yoongi hugging some girl. They're somewhere off campus and they're in front of a hotel building together. Isabella swipes to the next photo and you see the girl, who you can't see the face of, being kissed by Yoongi on the cheek.
You shift in your seat, but don't let the confusion show on your face. Instead, you snort. "That's his best friend, dumbass..." before getting up. "Better luck next time." You say shortly before walking off, confused as to who the hell that girl was!
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When you get back to your shared apartment, you hear just how quiet it is and realize Yoongi must still be sleeping. You walk into your bedroom that he spends every night in now, only using his bedroom to work on projects or new songs.
As you watch him snore away, the anger of being confronted by yet another girl from his past takes over. You knew you shouldn't blame him for having a past, everyone did. But you hated that these girls felt they had the right to bother you whenever they wanted! And who the hell was that girl he was hugging in the picture?!
You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you continue to watch your boyfriend. Finally, a plan pops into your head.
You silently gather the supplies needed and get to work...
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You straddle your boyfriend and begin planting soft kisses along his shoulder. He hums, slowly stirring in his sleep and you smirk. "Baby..." You sing softly in his ear, and he hums again, a soft smirk playing on your lips as you begin nipping at his ear lobe.
"Mm..." He murmurs and slowly opens his eyes, smirking as he sees you on top of him in just your underwear. He goes to grab you and pauses as he realizes his hands are tied to the headboard.
"Whoa. This is a nice wakeup call..." He jokes, voice deep from just waking up. You hum in a false pleasant tone.
"You like?" You ask as you rub his chest and he nods fast. You move to his neck and kiss and lick different areas of skin as he shivers in pleasure.
"Baby?" You whisper as you softly grind against his bulge. It doesn't take long to get a full reaction from his 'friend', thank god for morning wood...
"Fuck. Y-Yes, honey..." He pants softly as you go back to playing with his ear, sucking softly on his earlobe.
"Do you like me?" You whisper as you pull back a bit to eye him.
"I sure do, baby girl..." He groans happily as he lifts his hips to press against you. You moan the way you know he likes.
"Yeah?" You pant as you grip his chest and sit up so he can watch you use his bulge, wetting his boxers the more you grind down.
"Oh fuck, yes, baby, get it wet..." He moans as his head rolls back.
"Yoongi?" You pant as you grab his chin. He looks up at you and licks those damn lips. The lips you'd become addicted to kissing, the lips that whispered sweet nothings to you while he played with your hair, the lips he used to kiss that girl's cheek!
"If you like me..." You stop grinding and move to his ear again. "Then why..." You whisper in his ear, voice soft and seductive. "Were you spotted... WITH ANOTHER GIRL?!" You snap in his ear, and he winces at the volume change. You sit up and cross your arms, glaring.
"What?! What other girl?! There's no other girl!" Yoongi says fast as he yanks at the scarves, to no avail.
"Oh? So, you weren't at a hotel yesterday, kissing some girl's cheek and hugging her?" You ask and he opens his mouth before closing it, as if realizing he was caught.
"Who is she, Yoongi? Hm?" You ask before grabbing a pillow to swat at his chest.
"Ow! Hey! Who even told you?" He asks back and you laugh humorlessly.
"Oh, that's the kicker!" You laugh sarcastically. "Some spiteful ex-lover that you played with before running off to me? Yeah, she showed me pictures of you and some random girl. You love messing around that much that you'd hurt ME, Yoongi!? What. The. Fu-" Yoongi cuts you off as you keep swatting him with the pillow.
"That's my sister!" He says and you glare.
"Sister?! That's the oldest trick in the book, Yoongi!" You huff as you get off of him.
"Y/N! I'm being serious! She's visiting from South Korea; I wanted you to meet her tonight!" He rushes out and you cross your arms as you eye him. "She's my twin sister. I swear. I'd never hurt you like that. I-I... I want this. This relationship, you, this... All of this. I love it. I-I love YOU." He rambles and you pause in surprise at the confession.
"I can prove it. Look through my phone. Call her yourself. That's my sister." He says and you keep your arms around your bare chest as you hum slowly, shifting. The original plan was to leave him tied up in bed with a boner, but the thought of you having overreacted kind of... Put a damper on things...
You grab his phone, playing it cool, still acting mad as you put in his pin and go to text messages, seeing the first chat log is labeled 'Sis' with a black heart emoji next to it. You click on the log and read a few texts that make it extremely clear this is his twin sister. Last text was from her asking what your favorite flowers were so she could surprise you with a bouquet when she comes over for dinner tonight.
"Huh. Uh... Well..." You slowly set the phone down as Yoongi watches you closely. "Still." You finally say, not wanting to admit any wrong doings in this moment. "I shouldn't have to deal with your gang of exes always bothering me!" You state and Yoongi huffs.
"That's not my fault!" He argues and you raise an eyebrow and set down the phone.
"It's not... You're fault?" You repeat and he nods.
"That's what I said. It's not my problem that girls are obsessed with me. Now let me out, Y/N." He orders as you hum slowly.
"I... I don't know. I don't think it's my problem." You state.
"Ha-ha. Funny..." He says sarcastically as he tugs at the scarves around his wrists.
"No. I'm serious. I don't think I want you untied just yet. I kind of... Like you like this." You smirk at him as you straddle him. He stops his tugging and eyes you. "You're so right. It's not your problem. I'm just your girlfriend, and I'm just getting harassed by your damn exes, but you're so right. It's not your problem at all." You state.
"Y/N, that's not what I mean-" You cut him off.
"But..." You say and slowly put your feet flat on the bed on either side of him with your legs bent at the knees. "If it's not your problem when I feel upset, then... Why should I make it your problem when I feel... Other things? Like... Horny." You say innocently.
"Y/N... I..." Yoongi pauses to lick his lips as he eyes the wet spot on your underwear.
"Yeah. If I'm feeling turned on... Why should I ask for your help? I can just..." Your hand travels down the front of your body slowly as Yoongi breathes shakily and shallow.
"Baby... Let me-" You cut him off again as your hand dips into your underwear.
"Mm... No. I can take care of myself..." You pant softly as you start to rub your own clit.
"Fuck, Y/N, that... That's not... Fucking fair." He huffs as he watches you closely with dark eyes. You smirk and focus on your own pleasure, grinding down on your hand as you gasp and moan, panting like a dog in heat. You were putting on the best show you could manage, just wanting to break the five-foot-nine, Korean man under you.
"Okay! Okay. Y/N, I'll handle those girls." Yoongi finally says as you remove your underwear seductively and softly press against his lower abdomen with a soft moan. "Fuck, you're dripping..." He groans, head going back into the pillows.
"You're gonna make sure they don't bother me again?" You ask innocently as you make Yoongi look at you.
"Fuck yes. I'm... I'm sorry they've been bothering, baby. I'm gonna make sure they stop." he nods fast as you sigh softly.
"It's stupid. I shouldn't let it bother me so much. You... Have a past. So what. But-" He cuts you off.
"But it does. And it should. But... Those girls were my past. You're my present, Y/N. And... hopefully you'll be my future." He whispers as he gives you gentle eyes. You pout a bit to fight off a smile.
"You're such a sweet talker..." You mutter and put a hand on Yoongi's face. "Fine! Fine, I'll... Be your future. As long as you don't give me problems in the present." You tease and he leans up to peck your lips. You sweetly kiss back before brushing your pussy along his cock, making it jolt a bit at the attention as he groans softly.
"Sweet talkers can get some lovin..." You mutter against his lips, and he groans happily.
"Bless you. Kind soul..." He whispers. It makes you laugh as you grab the sides of his face to kiss him. You slowly sink down on his semi-hard on, feeling it start to harden more as it snuggles between your walls. You shiver at the feeling and start riding him as he pulls at the scarves.
"Y/N... My hands..." He moans and you smirk.
"I said I liked this position..." You taunt as you bounce up and down, making him moan as he gives up fighting against the scarves.
"Fuck, so do I..." He groans as he watches your breasts bounce while you ride him. "Hop on my dick, baby. It's yours..." He whispers and you moan happily at that.
"Who makes you feel this good? Hm?" You whisper as you grab Yoongi's face so he's looking at you. He groans at your dominate side coming out.
"You! Only you!" He moans as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours, making your head roll back as your hands grip his chest, nails digging in. "Fuck, Y/N! Deeper! Dig in deeper!" He grunts out as you comply instantly, scratching his chest.
He hisses and moans at the slight pain all while you fuck yourself on his hard cock. "Mine! Mine! My cock..." You pant over and over as Yoongi moans your name.
"Fuck baby. You use it so good. No one can fuck me like you..." He whispers in a thick voice of pure desire and lust. The praise brings you closer to the edge.
"Yoongi!" You cry out as you cum, riding out your orgasm with a breathless giggle. The pleasure never got old...
"Oh fuck, baby. Little more. I-I'm so fucking close, baby..." Yoongi gasps as he keeps thrusting up and you smirk. You wait till he's right at the edge to pull off and jerk him, making him cum all over his stomach and some droplets hit his chest too. "Y/N!" Yoongi complains, always a fan of cumming on or in you. You laugh and smile innocently at him.
"Now we're even..." You taunt and get up, undoing his hands.
"Nope. Not yet." Yoongi says, grabbing you the second he's free. You squeal and he carries you to the shower. "You're cleaning up the mess you made." He smirks and you blush hard and giggle excitedly.
"Yes, sir!" You tease.
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Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
You jump a bit and breathe deeply to try and steady your head. "I'll get it." Yoongi says, getting up from the table where he'd been watching you set up dinner for the past half an hour already. You nod fast. To say you were nervous would be an understatement...
Yoongi had called his twin sister to come over for dinner to officially meet you and you just wanted things to go smoothly. You set down the bread bowl and then walk over to the front door where you see Yoongi hugging his sister. They pull away and the girl looks your way. You have to stiffle a gasp since this girl really just looked like Yoongi in a black bob cut with bangs wig!
You walk over. "It's so great to finally meet you!" The girl says excitedly, moving to hug you and you hug back, giving Yoongi a look over her shoulder and he chuckles.
"It's great to finally meet you... Uh..." You pause as you two pull away.
"Oh! My name is Yoonji." She says with a giggle and you chuckle before you can help it.
"Huh. Parents really had to think hard about the names, am I right?" You joke and Yoonji giggles at that. "Well... Welcome to our place, Yoonji. Come on in." You nod and she does just that. Yoongi smiles and pulls you close to his side as you walk into your apartment together...
#bts#bts army#bts fic#bts imagine#bts suga#min yoogni#suga imagine#suga x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi x reader#yoongi#yoongi imagine#yoongi smut#suga smut
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One shots
“I wanna see those roses.”
“Rate em’ on a scale of one to ten.”
“You are such a good girl.”
“Don’t you ever let me hear you say that again.”
“Apologize to me.”
“Daphne?”
“I lied, it’s positive!”
“I’m a freak, too, Munson.”
“Go to bed, y/n.”
“I’m gonna kill you, Wheeler.”
“I just wanted to be cool like you.”
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Y/n.”
“Looks like I’m going to prom.”
“Dumplin?”
“Do you want to have sex?”
“Nobody’s fool.”
“Gimme kiss.”
“Hold up.”
“Five minutes apart.”
“You’re a good boy.”
“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Pinky promise.”
“Come on, my little crybaby.”
“Thank you for making me brave.”
“Something you wanted.”
“Yes, big!”
“Treat me rough, baby.”
“Yeah.”
“My angel baby, I’m here.”
“I’m not ever gonna stop.”
“Still alive?”
“Hush.”
“Ride me, baby.”
“It’s time to go to the doctor, baby.”
Head-canons
Eddie Munson headcanons
Eddie knocking you up
Taking care of Eddie when he’s sick
Your birthday with Eddie
Random Eddie headcanons
Perv Eddie headcanons
LOTR premiere with hellfire headcanons
Eddie on Halloween headcanons
Christmas with Eddie
NSFW with Eddie
Boyfriend Eddie
Eddie’s the type of boyfriend…
Random Eddie headcanons
Easter with Eddie
Random Eddie headcanons
Wayne and Eddie
Fuckboy Eddie
Eddie noticing you’re not okay
Dom Eddie
Eddie’s anxiety
Drabbles
watching him graduate<3
trying to brush his hair<3
parenting<3
allergies<3
romantic<3
bedtime shenanigans<3
edward scissorhands<3
drunkenness<3
bad days<3
nightmare<3
idiot<3
beautiful girl<3
stuck, stuck<3
christmas<3
sweet emotion<3
smiley face<3
father’s day<3
favorite little boy<3
oh, please<3
eddie and wayne<3
what you wanted<3
closeness<3
work day<3
daddy<3
sad boy<3
crybaby<3
pale skin<3
Series
‘I think I’m in love’ completed!
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
‘Why the hell would you say something like that?’ completed!
part 1
part 2
“I’m always going to take care of you.” completed!
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
Epilogue
Epilogue part 2
“Welcome to Hawkins High, sweetheart.” in progress!
part 1
“Stay the night.” complete!
pt 1
pt 2
pt 3
pt 4
#stranger things season four#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson one shot#joseph quinn#eddie munson headcanons
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Latest fanfics read (firstprince edition) part 5:
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Two's Company, Three's a Crowd
When David, Henry's introverted beagle is scared of everyone, finding a new roommate becomes a challenge for Henry. But when David's obsession with a potential roommate, the charming Alex comes to light, their living arrangement becomes set in stone. As Alex and Henry navigate their living arrangement, a unique bond forms between them, sparking a journey of heartwarming friendship and eventually, love.
OR
David doesn’t like anyone but Henry because everyone Henry’s around before he moved to the US is awful, except Bea. So Henry’s having trouble finding a roommate. During their roommate interview, David curls up in Alex’s lap and goes to sleep.
When Alex and Henry move in together, David becomes strangely obsessed with Alex. When Alex leaves for school/work, he remembers Henry exists too.
make me your god
There’s no such thing as soulmates. Not for gods.
But then Henry meets Alex, and everything changes.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, gods and mortals, Soulmates, Immortality
starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights
Any time, son.”
This time, Alex knows it’s not a nickname.
Or, 5 times Arthur and Catherine act like Alex's family and 1 time they become one.
Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Coming Out, Alex has ADHD, Found Family, Pining, but very little, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Ellen is kind of an asshole
in other words, until eternity (baby, i'm yours)
Henry reaches up and traces Alex’s cheek. Alex closes his eyes at his touch and lets Henry map his face with the pads of his fingers. He brushes over the curve of Alex’s ear, thumbs at the cut of his jaw and the indent of his chin dimple. Alex feels himself practically trembling, half in anticipation and half in response to the tenderness of the moment. His nose is next, then the line of his brows before Henry finally, finally traces the shape of his lips.
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or: domestic bliss, firstprince edition
speak now (or forever hold your peace)
Then the preacher is saying, speak now or forever hold your peace…
This is his last chance. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, pounding in his ears, he gulps…
A second later, Henry is on his feet, standing tall.
*****
Alex left Kensington when Henry told him. And now, five years since then, Henry is invited to Alex’s wedding.
And you know how the saying goes, “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.”
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-The Storming of Kensington Palace (Red White & Royal Blue), Pining, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending
be my mistake
“So, like, I don’t usually do this.”
Henry raises an eyebrow. He knows Alex’s reputation across campus. Everyone does.
“I mean with guys.”
Oh. Right.
Henry nods. “I won’t say anything.”
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Frat Parties, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fuckbuddies, Casual Sex, Sex Without Feelings, Fuckboi Alex Claremont-Diaz
King of My Heart
Alex, as always, is utterly captivating.
He accepts his crown with grace and a crooked grin; it’s a duality that only he can pull off. Alex’s megawatt smile is brighter than the hundreds of multicolored shards of light reflecting off the mirrorball in the center of the room. Henry knows that Alex looks good on stage, he knows that Alex knows that he looks good on stage, and apparently, everyone else knows it as well. Henry thinks he sees a girl faint at the sight out of the corner of his eye.
And yet, no one knows about Alex and him. Everyone in the crowd wants Alex, but it’s a losing battle — Henry already won that fight a couple of weeks ago.
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Or, When Alex wins Prom King, Henry sneaks him away for a moment alone and realizes that his feelings may run deeper than their clandestine hookups suggest
The Weight of Confession
The careful balance of his time was tipping. He was supposed to be 33.3% Lawyer, 33.3% Spider-Man, and 33.3% Alex... Not always in the order. But yeah, okay, often in that order.
But, that balance had been tipping too far towards Alex time for a few weeks. Which, took away from time as Spider-Man. Then, work got busy, which meant there was less time for Alex to catch up with June... It never ends.
There aren’t enough hours in the day for Alex to feel satisfied in every role. And, June paid the price.
Or: The point in time where a housewarming party and an origin story converge.
part 2 of What's up, danger?
solace in my star(s)
thinking that maybe henry likes being an insomniac because without the darkness of the night you wouldn't see the stars and that's his way of connecting with arthur and then eventually he has alex and he finds the same solace and love in alex
Additional tags: henry fox-mountchristen-windsor needs a hug, depression, stargazing, insomnia, established relationship
i scratch your head, you fall asleep
“Long day?” Henry asked quietly and carded his fingers through Alex’s curls. The other man relaxed heavily into him with another sigh and Henry felt him nod against his leg.
“Long month, really,” Alex murmured. “But we finished prep for a case early today and Marge said I can’t come back until I’ve slept for at least twelve consecutive hours, so. Here I am.”
“Here you are,” Henry echoed fondly.
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or, alex really, really needs a nap and henry really, really loves him
you don't know the answer (til someone's on their knees and asks you)
“This might be the best one yet,” Henry comments, picking up another forkful of cheesecake and holding it out toward Alex. “Cheers to another successful con.”
They clink their forks, sharing small secret smiles over their free dessert before exiting the restaurant with their fingers interlocked and thanking the hostess, while all the servers watch them leave with hearts in their eyes.
Exactly the way they’d fucking planned it.
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Best friends Alex and Henry pretending to get engaged every week to get free dessert, until those pesky feelings get in the way.
falling in love (every time i see you)
“Henry, I love you.” He says it without knowing what it means, just that it feels right on his tongue, and Henry’s eyes go wide like he can’t believe anyone would say that to him. Alex would say it a thousand times. He’s just waiting for Henry to say it back.
(or, five times alex tells henry he loves him, one time henry finally says it back)
with all these nights we're spending (my broken bones are mending)
It’s unexpected, and the softness that Prince Henry maintains is a shock to his system.
It makes him want to say something, even if it’s only to ask how his day was or to request an explanation for why he spent nearly fifteen fucking minutes looking at Cupid and Psyche with a forlorn look in his eyes. When he moves on, Alex gazes up at the sculpture and tries to discern the magic that must have captured the prince’s attention, but he comes up with no answers.
Which makes him want to ask more.
But he isn’t supposed to.
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Or, Alex is the new V&A night guard and Henry is the prince that Alex has been explicitly instructed to leave alone.
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antis: azriel is a fuckboy.
he only becomes a fuckboy if he gets together with gwen bc it means he is jumping from girl to girl. with only elain and mor. he loved mor for 500 years and he met elain and after 2 years he moved on. it wasn't an instant thing that made him go "yes I will get with her" it was a build up. fuckboys jump from girl to girl. so if he gets together with gwen for the reason that he was just using elain for rebound it would mean his feelings for mor wasn't true, he used elain and now he is jumping to the next girl available.
antis: azriel only wants a mate
this will happen if he gets together with gwen bc all the reason they would be together is the mating bond. aka prove their point. if he only wanted a mate he wouldn't want elain who has a mate.
antis: azriel only wants elain bc she is the third sister
azriel started to have feelings for her before nessian got together. nesta was fucking new guy every night. thank you.
this also clashes with the second point aka only wanting a mate bc elain already has a mate.
antis: azriel feels entitled to elain.
acosf quote:
Cassian looked over at Az. “You think you’ll ever be ready for one?” Ever be ready to confess to Mor what’s in your heart? “I don’t know,” Azriel said. “Do you want a child?” “It doesn’t matter what I want.” Distant words—ones that prevented Cassian from prying further. He was still happy to be Mor’s buffer with Azriel, but there’d been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel … those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if he’d given up. After five hundred years, he’d somehow given up. Cassian couldn’t think why.
again acowar quote with mor.
Rhys glanced over a shoulder to where I lingered by the foot of the
massive ivory bed, its carved headboard fashioned after overlapping
waterlilies. “It’s their life—their relationship. They have both had plenty of opportunities to confess what they feel. Yet they have not. Mor especially. For private reasons of her own, I’m sure. My meddling isn’t going to make it any better.” “But—but he loves her. How can he sit idly by?” “He thinks she’s happier without him.” His eyes shone with the memory —of his own choice to sit back. “He thinks he’s unworthy of her.”
so asking again...would a person who feels unworthy of probably anything in life feel entitled to something? like literally az's romance streotype/trope is "MC feels unworthy/scarred MC". they are the MC tropes that push the girl away because they feel unworthy. they want the girls to get with "someone better" pls. get it together.
if anyone is going to feel entitled it is gonna be glowstick boy. literally the word "untitled" is used.
#elriel#anti g*ynriel#anywayss...I was bored and this was sitting in my drafts. just posting for everyone to see bc why not lol
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the start of war | futile devices pt. 2
pairings: fuckboy!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: you don’t know whether this was a good idea or not, but somehow it felt good. once you start feeling good, then you will feel that sickening betrayal all over your body.
warnings: sexual tension, slight kissing, slight angst, let me know if i’m missing something - 18+ MINORS DNI.
author’s note: this story is getting juicier wow
It was unusually sunny today as I sat by the window, looking out at the blue sky that I could practically see even with my eyes closed. Today wasn't such a productive day because I was late for school and missed a semester-long assignment. Peter was beside me, tapping the edge of his pen on the table as he was engrossed in our professor's speech, Ms. Louise. I tried to concentrate, but I couldn't. I couldn't even look at her for some reason. I remembered that night when Natasha was in our apartment. I could get lost in her hooded green eyes, which were bright. I wasn't sure if I was interested in her, but it could just be a silly crush. I used to have a crush on an older man who lived three blocks away and I would always see him walking back to his house every day. At that time, I was in a dirty fight with Wanda, so technically, I had no one else to gawk over.
“Y/n?”
I shifted my gaze away from the window, and my professor gave me a casual look. I couldn't tell if she was annoyed because I wasn't paying attention, so I sat up straight and sighed quietly to myself.
“You aren’t paying attention to my class again,” she said out loud. “And for that, I want you to write a five-paragraph essay about a certain book you like and why you enjoyed it.”
I only nodded in response and looked down at my notes while she continued to speak. I hear Peter whispering, “If you want, we can share notes. I wasn’t paying attention either.”
“I thought you were the smartest in this room.”
He chuckles quietly, “I don’t know about that,” he says. “I should’ve just chosen to be a chemist.”
I was walking to catch my train when I got a message from Wanda. She texted I'll be out late, and Natasha will stay at our place for a while. She got into a fight with her roommate. What made her agree to that? I only sighed, pushed my phone back into my pocket, and jumped on the train as soon as it arrived. The trip was relatively smooth and quiet. Usually, it wasn't. I got to my apartment in five minutes and felt like my lungs were pushing out of my chest. As I opened the door, I saw Natasha sitting on the couch, with a phone in her hand. She looked up and waved at me.
“You’re home,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry I have to stay here for a while. Dorming problems.”
“Not a problem at all,” I responded meekly as I shut the door and removed my bag from my shoulder, dropping it onto the ground. I wanted to sit down on the couch she was sitting on, but instead, I just stood there in an awkward manner. “Do you want some coffee?”
Natasha perked up a bit and smiled, something about that grin made me think how beautiful she was. She pushed the back of her head and shook her head, “I might be wasting your–”
“It’s fine,” I muttered with a chuckle, lowering my eyes to the ground. “Wanda will be home in a couple of hours, I guess it’s just me and you for now.”
“Yeah,” she replied, clasping her hands together. “Just me and you.”
If I had to admit that she was attractive, I’d say it out loud. She removes her leather jacket and places it neatly on the arm couch, taking out a stick of cigarettes from the pack. I gave her a furrowed look and asked, “Could you not do this here? I don’t want my apartment to smell like you.”
“Wanda lets me,” she says so easily that she thinks she’s smug, I rolled my eyes and poured coffee into both of our mugs. I can already smell the cigarettes from here. “I’d let you try if you wanted to.”
"I've had plenty of that," I replied calmly, turning around to hand her the second mug. She took it from my grasp and gave me a small smile in the shape of a smile on her stupid face. I sat on the floor and took the cigarette from her grasp, swigging it myself. I've missed the sensation of smoking, especially when life is stressful. It's as if I'm from another planet. "You can smoke here as long as you clean up after yourself."
“How long have you been smoking?”
“Five months ago.”
She lets out a breathy laugh and slowly tilts her head back. I swear she was making fun of me, but I decided not to let it get to me; I can't. “You’re still a baby, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes once more at the obnoxious questions. “Tell me, did you lose your virginity five months ago too?”
“I haven’t gotten to the point yet.”
She frowns and says, “Why not? Everyone is having sex these days, I thought you were more active than Wanda.”
“It would be okay if you didn’t talk about your sex life with my best friend,” I murmured in a low tone. Natasha quickly gave me an apologetic look and flopped her back against the couch, taking another swig of her cigarette. I asked, “Are you in love with Wanda?”
She only shrugs, “Maybe, why did you ask?”
“Because she’s my best friend, and I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“We’re just having fun,” she claims. “That’s all, I don’t want to get too serious with her. I’ve been down that road, and it did not go well for me.”
“But Wanda is–” I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether I should tell her or not. But I couldn't help but slip it out as she looked down at me with those curious green eyes. Wanda wants you so much, she talks about you a lot and wants you to be her priority. Like… serious stuff.”
Natasha blinked at me, then fell silent for a moment before speaking quietly.
“Is that what she said to you?”
“Yeah,” I said. “She’s very much in love with you.”
“And what if I’m not in love with her?”
"Then you should be the one to break up with her," I sighed, turning away from her and staring at the blank wall. “I love Wanda, you know? I’ve always been so infatuated by her, and to see her dating you is so meaningless, I can’t help but hurt for her.”
“So you’re in love with your best friend?” she asked, a smile appearing on her face. “You’re in love with my girlfriend?”
At this point, I was confused. I don’t know whether I was in love with Wanda or infatuated with her, but I didn’t like to see her get hurt. What would be the benefit if they ended up leaving each other? Will I be upset at Natasha? Or to myself? I shook my head solemnly and whispered, “I don’t know if I am, but I don’t want to find out.”
“It’s okay,” she urges me to continue as she finishes her cigarette. “I won’t be mad if you’re in love with her. In fact, I might as well support you through it. But I don’t want to leave her,” she chuckles. “I don’t think I can. I’d be nothing without Wanda; I’d be hopeless. So at the end of the day, she’s still mine and will always be mine.”
Those words hit me as a big truck had run over my illusions. At the end of the day, Wanda will never choose me as her lover and will always choose Natasha because she has the complete package, whereas I do not. Regardless of how strong our bond is, their bond is far more distinct than ours. And I could feel myself slipping away if I imagined myself being with Wanda, like holding her hand and making love to her. I stood up from the floor and wiped my pants with my hand, turning around as I looked at her with my eyes.
She looked at me back, and I noticed that her eyes changed when she gazed at me.
“At the end of the day, you’ll win. And I’ll always be her best friend.”
Natasha nodded in agreement, standing up as she took a few steps toward me, her hand resting on my shoulder. She whispers close to my ear, “If I could fuck you both, I would.”
She left my apartment without saying anything, and I was stunned for an hour. Why would she say that out of nowhere? Was she interested in me? Was she looking for a threesome? I was never interested in those because I believe I can only share my body with one person. I made a disgusting sound as I scrunched my brows together, images of us fucking in our beds flooding my mind. I was clearly not having a good day.
“Come on,” Wanda laughs, giving me another shot of tequila. “Drink up! We don’t have any exams this week, so let’s just have fun!”
“Wanda, I don’t think it’s a good–”
“I’ll make us some recovery food once we get back home,” she says, her voice sounding promising; I fell for it. “Kate and everyone else are having fun, why can’t you have fun?”
Because your girlfriend was standing a few feet away from us, and her eyes won’t leave my body.
I sighed and drank the tequila shot, making a face as soon as the alcohol was all over my throat. I wasn't a drinker, but I did enjoy a good party now and then. Wanda was an outgoing person who would invite anyone from the streets to her parties in order to have the cheapest drinks. I blinked a few times and smiled at her, saying, “That was really smooth, where did you get this?”
“Don’t worry about it,” she screams through the loud music in the club. “It’s Kate’s treat! Let’s just have some fun, okay?”
Natasha's gaze was fixed on me as she walked to the dance floor. We made eye contact for a few seconds before Wanda pressed up against me, causing me to pull away at the slightest provocation. Natasha was going to beat me up tonight, and I didn't want that.
“What’s going on?” she asked loudly, pressing her face against my ear. “Do you not like that?”
“Natasha is here,” I proclaimed, moving my hips as the music took me away. “I don’t want–”
“She’ll be fine,” Wanda takes my hand and lowers herself to the ground, then rises to face me, a sheen of sweat on her brow. “I’m here, okay?”
We continued to dance on the dance floor like wild animals, and all I could think about was Natasha dancing with me. How did she like to dance? I saw her drinking with us, but was she as wild as I was? Perhaps she was more daring than I am, as I appear to be more of an introvert. When I turned my gaze away from Wanda, I noticed Natasha getting closer to us, and she was reaching for me as much as I was reaching for her. I knew I was inebriated and that this was not how I felt. I stepped back and drew Wanda away from the crowd, returning to our reserved table.
“What’s wrong? Do you need some water?”
“No, I think I’ll be fine. I just–”
Natasha appeared once more and gave Wanda a peck on the cheek, causing her to giggle softly. She asked, “If you want, I can take Y/n home since you want to spend your night with Kate.”
My eyes bulged out, and I vigorously waved my hands in the air. “Nat, that really won’t be necessary!”
“Y/n, you’re drunk,” she sighs. “I never thought you’d be a lightweight.”
“I-I’m not–”
“Fine,” Wanda agreed, crossing her arms on her chest. “Just take care of her, okay? When I come back here, I still want to have fun with you.”
Natasha winked at her and gave her one last kiss, pulling my wrist as I almost tripped onto the floor with a humorous laugh. I whispered, “Sorry, I think I’m done for tonight.”
“At least you know,” Natasha grumbled as she walked out with me, bringing me to her car. I asked if I could sit at the back, but she shook her head. “That’s not safe, I want you to sit with me so I know what you’re doing.”
“But there are rear mirrors for a reason,” I pointed out with a snort of laughter. “But if you insist, just don’t get mad if I vomit in your car.”
“I’ve had Wanda vomit in my car, I think I’ll be fine,” she replied, closing the door as I rested my head against the window. She got inside and turned on the engine, wiping her eyes. “You can’t ever drink alone, okay? You should always be with Wanda, I mean it.”
“Why do you sound so protective?” I asked, licking my lips. “You’re not my girlfriend–”
“I never claimed to be that person for you,” Natasha drives slowly as she fixes her rear mirror, occasionally looking at me. “I just want to take care of you, okay?”
I only hummed in response and gazed out the window at the city lights as she drove me back to my apartment, wondering why she would ever decide on this. I would occasionally turn to look at her, but she never returned my gaze. I imagined Wanda partying alone with Kate and the rest of our friends as she drove quietly to the suburbs.
"I was worried about you back there," she says as she turns her steering wheel to the right. "I thought you were going to pass out on that dance floor."
I chuckled, “Thank god I didn’t, I think I’m a lightweight.”
“You and Wanda are both,” she said as she stopped at my apartment building, turning to the sidewalk. “Here we are. Should I take you upstairs?”
Natasha ended up helping me by going to my unit, which I was hoping for because I thought I might pass out on the ground. Once we got there, I opened the door and asked for her to come in; she shook her head out of politeness. “I can get you some water,” I said while leaning my head against the doorframe. “Sorry, I’m really drunk.”
“Can I ask you something?”
Strange.
“Yeah, go for it.”
Natasha reached into her pocket and looked around, then back at me as she took a step closer. She let out a small sigh, unsure what to do in my presence. Then, unexpectedly, she leans in and kisses me on the cheek for what felt like an eternity since I felt her tongue grazing on my skin. This was a betrayal for Wanda, and I couldn't be in this situation. So I slowly backed away, muttering, "Why did you do that?"
"I'm not sure," she replied quietly as she kissed my cheek once more. "I couldn't stop myself."
"But Wanda is yours," I said, my headache pounding in my skull. I was either going to vomit or sleep it off tonight. “You can’t do that, Natasha.”
“She’s not here.”
“Still,” my stomach started to hurt terribly because I felt like a horrible friend who received a kiss from their partner. “You should go, forget about what I offered.”
Natasha smacked her lips together and nodded, but she still placed her hand on the wall and looked down at me, looking for my eyes. I couldn't look at her like that because everything would fall apart. Wanda will always be my priority, no matter how attractive she is. I tried to turn around, but her hands were on my waist, drawing me in closer. I couldn't get away from her grip because I could feel her breath against my chin.
"I'm sorry," she said with a mumble, pleading for my forgiveness. “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m drunk as you are.”
"There's no such thing as drunk people being unable to think aloud," I explained, looking down at those pink lips. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, her throat bobbing with fear and excitement. “I want to kiss you.”
Pull her in, make a move. Do something.
We exchanged very sexual stares, and I prayed to God that it would go away soon - but it never did. Instead, I felt myself getting closer to her lips, but reality kicked in and I quickly backed away from her grip. I took a step back and shook my head as her eyes became disoriented.
“No, I’m not going to do this to her.”
“I’m sorry.”
I nodded, taking her hand off the wall as I shut the door. I turned around and sighed quietly to myself, resting my head against the wooden door. Natasha Romanoff, the woman I shouldn't be attracted to, was all I could think about.
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One Night Only - V.
ch.4, m.list
Jeno x fem!reader series
Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction)
tagging: @sukistrawberry @mingiandbaconjam @baecobies @produmads
a/n: guys this chapter was going so well and then i just hit a dead end (darn writers block >.<) i will attach a link to a piece i cut from the final draft cuz i felt like it was boring and messed with the pacing :))
Chapter 5
Renjun was still expecting an answer. His jaw clenched as he saw you reach for your chopsticks and grab a piece of food without another word.
You didn’t want the rest of the hangout to be awkward just because you lacked an explanation.
But you needed a couple more seconds to come up with a response, plus you were quite hungry.
“I was just curious is all.”
“Yeah, suuure.” Renjun’s drawn out annoyance had a hint of lightheartedness, much to your relief.
“He hasn’t seemed to scare you off yet. You must really like it there.”
“Hmm?” Your mouth was too full to make a comment of inquiry.
Renjun shook his head with a smile as the two of you continued your meal in comfortable silence.
~
The optical illusions museum was a nice change of pace for an off day. Not too much out of your comfort zone, but enough to keep your brain stimulated.
The two of you were currently in a liminal space of sorts, an Ames room with furniture to boot. Renjun looked awfully tiny on the couch in the upper corner whilst you looked gigantic next to a standing lamp in the opposite corner. Passerbys stopped every once in a while to view the two of you move around the small area.
“I wish they had a camera to take a shot of this and print it out for us.” Renjun said as he stomped along the floor to touch the other props placed in the room.
“Just ask someone to take a picture for us. I’m sure they will.”
“Good idea!”
You leaned against the yellow painted wall as you watched him skip out to ask a stranger who happily agreed. In those few seconds you had the idea to check your phone, not really understanding why you were expecting something from him.
The two of you had never exchanged messages before; the only reason you had each other's numbers was that Mark insisted on it in case of call-ins.
“You ready?” Renjun hopped back over to his favorite spot, the couch. You got back in the corner and aided in an awkward pose as the elderly lady snapped a few pictures with a smile.
Once she was done, the both of you bowed in thanks as Renjun retrieved his phone.
You hovered over his shoulders to view the pictures, both giggling at the results.
“I’ll send you these later okay?”
“Sounds go-”
You were interrupted by a call that popped up on Renjun’s screen…
Caller id: Jeno
Embarrassingly enough, your heart dropped.
Renjun accepted it but remained close enough for you to hear the other end of the line.
“Dude…I just got an email from a Seoul Fashion Week associate!”
This much excitement was unheard of.
“Woah, really?!” Renjun jumped slightly, disregarding his inside voice.
“I read through it like five fucking times. I guess they want me to audition for LIE?”
“That’s the one I was hoping for!”
“Let me finish! It’s in 2 weeks, at the Dong…dae..mun Design Plaza.”
You found it oddly endearing how he slowed his reading to make sure he pronounced the name of the plaza correctly. Though, you mentally shamed yourself for using that favorable of a word to describe his comprehension skills.
“Okay but still! They probably want you to bring a bunch of stuff. Did it say? Y’know what, nevermind! We can discuss it later when I get home.” Renjun rushed, knowing you were standing closeby, but you didn’t mind.
“Where are you anyways?” Jeno asked, seemingly eating cereal based on the crunching and tapping of his spoon in the background.
“I’m at that optical illusions museum I told you about.”
You blessed Renjun at the fact that he spared mentioning you were there, even though it was much deeper than that.
“With who? You’re too lame to go by yourself.”
With a look of regret towards you, Renjun mouthed a “sorry” before spilling your name.
You slammed your eyes shut, waiting for his presumed dickhead response.
That still didn’t prepare you.
The familiar disconnect tone rang through both of your ears.
It was uncalled for.
“What the hell?” Renjun’s voice was far from calm, baffled by the “Call Ended”. You knew exactly why he hung up, but Renjun sure didn’t.
It was best if it stayed that way.
“We should move, I think there’s some people that want to get in here.” Your tone of voice had dropped to that of disappointment but you spoke quickly to distract Renjun, who was on his way to call him back.
Planning an escape would be ideal.
Was he unsatisfied about last night? Disgusted? Appalled?
These were the questions that became of justified interest; yet you weren’t guaranteed an answer, even if your life depended on it.
What made it worse, was that you would have to see him again at work tomorrow, if he didn’t call in.
“Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
Renjun snapped you out of your inner monologue, eyes scanning your face for a reaction.
“I’m fine. I know you need to go help Jeno. We can meet again later.”
“Well wait a second! We still have 2 more sections left to look at!” Renjun pointed back towards the art pieces that were indeed waiting to be seen. But based on the impending catatonia that was bound to erupt out of you, there was no patience left in you to stay here.
“No, it’s fine. I know this is a big deal and you need plenty of time to prepare. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
You turned on your heels and walked towards the exit, leaving Renjun in the middle of the crowd.
There was definitely something he was missing, and he had to figure it out.
~
“Jeno, I’m homee!” Renjun’s voice rang through their apartment as he took off his shoes by the door.
He heard the flush of a toilet and running faucet water, assuming Jeno was busy in the bathroom.
“The museum was super cool! You would’ve liked it.” Renjun spoke low, trying his hardest to gauge Jeno’s body language as he appeared out of the bathroom.
“Mm.” Jeno didn’t bother making eye contact, instead plopping on the living room couch to view the emails on his laptop with the most horrid sitting posture.
Noted.
Renjun joined him on the couch, leaning in to adjust his eyes to the tiny font.
“Okay so let’s go over this again.” Renjun said as he quickly scanned the email for anything Jeno could’ve missed.
“They need you to bring a physical portfolio, ID, aaaand, that's it. They’ll supply you with clothes and makeup for the audition.”
“Duh, that’s what it says.” Jeno spoke matter-of-factly, obviously annoyed.
“I’m just trying to gather all this info, no need to have an attitude… jeez.”
“We have time to gather everything. I’m gonna head out.” Jeno slammed his laptop shut on the coffee table and rose from the couch. Renjun immediately took note again:
Distancing.
“Okay you sounded so excited earlier. Now you don’t give a shit? What’s the deal here?” Renjun got up from the couch, purposefully blocking Jeno’s view of the front door. He was beginning to get hot-tempered, oddly matching his best friend's habitual energy.
“All I said is that we have time! You automatically think I’m disinterested now?”
“This is a big deal, and you’re blowing it off! Don’t come to me pissed off if no one ends up wanting you!”
Renjun tried his best to fight back a lip quiver, somewhat apologetic for saying such a statement.
Jeno froze. Eyes stinging and anger brewing.
There was an uncomfortable pause. One where Renjun considered asking if there was missing a puzzle piece to you and Jeno’s madness.
Before he could commit, Jeno grabbed his keys and phone off the coffee table and shoved past Renjun, slamming the front door shut on his way out.
~
Jeno already knew where to go to get away from Renjun.
The subway ride felt like a drag, but he found himself staring off into space; eyes nowhere near a female like usual.
Jeno experienced déjà vu, realizing he was in Hongdae.
But he wasn’t here for you. He was here to see Haechan and Jaemin, to take his mind off the overstimulation present in his life. He needed something boring, for once.
2:32pm
[jeno]: im on my way up
[haechan]: kk
Jeno shook his head, the way it never failed for Haechan to make him cringe with the use of “k.”
Jaemin was the one to open the door. Stopping in his tracks at the sight of him.
“You look like you just got laid. How do you feel? Better I hope?” Jaemin’s devious grin paired well with his bizarre observation.
“Whatever.” Jeno scoffed as he took off his shoes near the door and made his way to the kitchen.
“No, I’m serious. Who was it this time?” Jaemin followed behind, eager to hear Jeno’s storytelling, as it was something he was always good at.
Instead, Jeno made headway towards the pizza box sitting on their kitchen island, not even bothering to ask for a slice.
“Sooo…?”
“Don’t make me leave.” Jeno took a bite out of the pepperoni pizza, chewing rather savagely.
“Can I make a few guesses?”
“No.”
“Oh wait, I think I know who.” Jaemin’s cheshire grin grew even wider at his own speculation.
“It’s that chick you work with isn’t it?” This time Haechan chimed in, making his first appearance from his own bedroom.
“Y’know, I came over here hoping to relax, not play 20 questions.” Jeno finished the slice within their sentences, grabbing another and dragging his feet to their living room.
“We knew it. Sorry.” Jaemin followed again, sitting next to him on the couch.
“I’m guessing it went terrible, based on the fact you’re not saying much.” Haechan said as he grabbed the remote to turn to a scary movie, Jeno’s favorite, hoping to cheer him up from his “awful” experience.
If only they knew it was the complete opposite.
You were absolutely amazing, he thought.
He just didn’t want to share that. And to gloat about you, felt unnatural unlike the others.
If he could keep you to himself, he would. No one else needed to know.
“Well there’s plenty of them left out there.” Jaemin patted Jeno on his back, feeling smug that his friend felt comfortable enough to come around.
They had everything misunderstood, but maybe it could stay that way.
~
11:25pm
You were being suffocated by your thoughts.
To think you were replaying the events of last night again, made you somewhat nauseous.
Jeno. Naked. You. Naked.
How he rearranged your guts in the most filthy way possible.
But it was everything you wanted. And more.
It wasn’t often you were faced with the dilemma of grabbing your phone and staring at your contacts, contemplating communication; finger hovering over his name.
Before you could even take a breath, a dropdown notification covered the upper half of your screen:
“jeno”
It wasn’t even a text. The obnoxious ringtone being the only indication to snap you out of your disbelief.
If this was “pre-fuck” Jeno, you would’ve let it go to voicemail.
Your trembling thumb tapped the green phone symbol, opting to hear him talk first.
“Probably wasn’t expecting me huh?”
His voice was still just as cocky, with a sneer to go along with his mixed signals.
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Good Places in Boston
Pairing: Colin Shea x Bestfriend/Neighbor!Reader
Summary: Your bestfriend and neighbor Colin comes to you in agony when it becomes a physical problem to think of you with anyone else.
Warnings: Angst, yelling, getting in a fight. Friends to lovers type beat, Colin is such a major fuckboy and reader is sick of it and wallows a bit in self pity (with wine lmao), fluff, this part is clean but I would def be up to writing a part 2 if it's wanted!
Wordcount: 5100
The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics
"Colin, what are you doing here?"
Colin sends you his characteristic grin, his fingers drumming on the pillar in your apartment as he leans against it, "Well, I uh.. I needed an escape."
"An escape from what, exactly?" You ask as you take a bite out of your breakfast bagel, quirking a brow in his direction.
"Well, I uhm... Have a girl at my place."
You roll your eyes, "Oh, so you invaded my private space to avoid the girl you just slept with... Again."
Colin laughs, "When you put it that way, it makes me sound like a total asshole."
"Maybe that's because you are a total asshole," you quip, sipping your orange juice, "I've told you numerous times that I don't like when you use me like this."
"Hey!" Colin immediately exclaims, "I'm not using you! I would never!"
Your eyes trail over his naked torso, the sweatpants he's wearing hanging so low on his hips, you're surprised they haven't slipped off already.
You place a hand on your hip as you look at him pointedly, "Sure you wouldn't. Tell me again why you're at my apartment at eight in the morning?"
Colin eyes you for a moment before he sighs, "Fine. You're smarter than me and figured me out. Is that what you want to hear?"
"No," you snort, tidying up your kitchen as you speak with your back turned to him, "What I'd like to hear would be; 'I met this girl and she's amazing and I'm gonna marry her because she's the best.' But for some reason, you keep ruining that."
Colin scoffs obnoxiously, "Why do you keep holding on to that fantasy?"
"Because I know you," you reply as you turn around to face him, "And I know you deserve an amazing person in your life. As your friend, I have a right to believe that. And I also have a right to believe that you're sabotaging yourself by sleeping with random girls every night."
Colin groans, "Will you fucking quit it, already? I don't know where you got the idea that I need to settle down when I've always told you that I don't want to settle down."'
"Right, you want to keep sleeping with strange women every night because it makes you feel better about yourself."
"Exactly!" Colin grins, "I love that about me."
You snort again, "Well I hate that about you. It's one of the things I tolerate about our friendship."
Colin walks up to you, plucking the breakfast bagel out of your hand before he takes a bite, "Please, shut it. It's not like you're any better."
"Better than you?" You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, "Come on, Col. You must know I'm better than you when it comes to this."
"When we met each other you were just as much of a slut as I was."
"Yeah!" You exclaim loudly, "Five years ago! Did you not realize that it's been that long? Or do you just not believe that people change?"
Colin rolls his eyes, "No, what I don't believe is the fact that you're now suddenly celibate because you want to get married. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
You frown, turning your back to him as you put another bagel in the toaster, "Well, just because you don't believe it, it doesn't mean it isn't true."
"Oh come on!" Colin laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You're so full of shit. I saw a guy leave your place yesterday."
You whip around to face him, your eyes narrowing, "Yeah, you did. The same guy that's been leaving my place for the last couple of months."
"What?"
"I'm dating someone," you say, frowning as your eyes meet his, "I've been dating Robert for months now."
"You're dating someone?"
"Yes!" You reply, rolling your eyes, "And you'd know more about him if you ever asked. But you never do! All you ever talk about are the random girls you fuck. Or Mexican wrestling."
"Wait.." He drags out, tilting his head as his eyes narrow, "So you're telling me you're dating someone? Someone serious? And you have been for months?"
"Oh my god, Colin," you sigh, stuffing the bagel into his mouth, "Yes, I am dating. And I have been for a while. Why is that so hard to believe?"
Colin pulls the bagel out of his mouth as he takes a step back, "It's not hard to believe.."
"Then what's with the attitude?"
"There's no attitude," he quickly interjects, "I was just.. I don't know.. Surprised."
"Well, you wouldn't be if our entire friendship wasn't based off of you and your conquests."
"Come on," Colin scoffs, "You know that's not true."
"Isn't it?" You immediately reply, "Because it seems to be the focus of our friendship."
Colin's brows furrow, "Yeah, but not on purpose.. That's just how it's always been.."
"Yeah," you scoff, turning your back once again to butter your fresh bagel when it pops out of the toaster, "That's how it's always been because I'm a good friend and that's what you need. The only times I basically see you anymore is when you come to hide out at my place. I don't feel the need to tell you about what's going on with me."
"Why not?"
You frown, looking at him over your shoulder, "Because you don't care about what's going on with me."
Just as you turn your back to him to focus on the task at hand, he replies, "I care."
"Colin," you groan, shaking your head as you focus on your bagel, "The only important person in your life is you. And I'm okay with that. I've accepted it. But don't fucking lie to me, I don't like being lied to."
"That's not true. And I'm not lying."
You scoff again, turning around to look at him as your arms cross over your chest, "So you're telling me that I hurt your feelings by not telling you about the guy I'm seeing? Come on, Col, we both know you don't give a shit."
"I do give a shit, though," he grits out, glaring at you, "And I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"Will you stop it? It's not that big of a deal. Can you just go back to being your normal self, please?"
"I am being normal."
"No, you're not," you huff, "You're being weird.. And I don't like it."
"Well, excuse me for having a reaction to you telling me you're dating someone," he loudly exclaims, turning his back to you before he starts walking away, "And that you apparently kept it secret because I'm such an awful friend."
"Colin-"
"No!" He yells, glaring at you, "Fuck off. You've said enough. I should leave."
He marches to your door stubbornly, making you huff out, "I thought you needed to hide out here so you wouldn't have to deal with your one night stand? Isn't that the only reason you ever come to see me?"
"Fuck you!" He yells, slamming the door behind him as he walks out.
"Well, fuck you too," you mumble, walking back to your kitchen to finish eating your bagel.
Five entire days went by without you seeing Colin.
That's the longest you've gone without seeing him since college. On the second day, you contemplated reaching out, but you also knew you'd done literally nothing wrong.
You were just being honest.
Truth is, you loved Colin.
In fact, you'd loved him since the second day you met him. And for the rest of your college days, you were also in love with him. But the closer you got, the more it faded.
The more you watched him hook up with a new girl every night, most of the time right in front of you, the more it went away.
When you found an available apartment in his building, you didn't know if you'd actually stay friends. You always suspected he just kept you close by in college to hit on your friends.
But then you moved in across the hall from him and he decided to keep you around. But he mainly did it so he'd have somewhere to go when he needed to hide from the women he brought home.
To be fair, usually when he'd come by, you two would end up spending most of the day together. You'd watch Mexican wrestling (he's obsessed with it and it's actually quite entertaining, so you didn't mind), or he'd play you music he'd been working on. Sometimes you'd both be doing separate things but within the same space, sharing a comfortable silence. Or you'd watch movies or simply just talk.
But there had always been a.. distance, between the two of you. He always had a hard time opening up, sharing parts of himself. You knew you meant something to him because on rare occasions, he would show a softer side to himself. Like when his dad died. He came to you for support and you did everything to help in any way you could, and it helped you get to know him a little better. He wasn't as guarded as usual.
But eventually, things went back to normal. Which meant he went back to hiding out in your place. You didn't mind that he was hiding, it wasn't about that. It was about the fact that it felt like that was the only reason he came to see you.
In the three years you've lived across the hall from him, he's had countless one night stands. Several times a week, if he wasn't working too much or was too busy to go out. It never grows old - at least not to him.
But it did to you.
Being in love with him did too.
It wasn't more than a few months ago when you decided that the dwindling feelings you harbored for him were not healthy.
That was the night you went on your first date with Robert.
And he's great; charming, handsome.. The only thing that's missing is that feeling inside.
The one you feel whenever Colin is around.
"I can come up if you want me to."
You're smiling politely up at Robert as you finish another very adequate date, but you're just not in the mood.
You haven't been in the mood for the past few days, but you don't really know why..
Actually, you do.
You know exactly why.
But you refuse to admit it.
"I'd love that, truly," you reply with a small smile, "But I'm feeling pretty.. icky, from the food tonight. I don't know, maybe I ate the wrong thing.. And I feel completely knackered out. I'm sorry Robert, is it okay that I call a raincheck on your offer?"
Robert just offers you a warm smile, "Yeah, of course. Don't worry about it."
He really is a very sweet guy. Not everyone would take a rejection that nicely. You've only been seeing each other for a few months, and it's not exactly serious; you haven't had the talk yet, and you're not exclusive with each other, either.
But he's nice and kind. Very sweet and understanding. And he's making an effort to get to know you.
Robert leans down to peck your cheek, making your smile widen before he pulls back.
"I'll see you later this week."
Once you're inside your building, you trudge up the stairs. You lied when you said you were feeling sick, but you weren't lying when you said you were tired.
Your body feels heavy, your head groggy as you walk up to your place, your mind wandering aimlessly.
You keep thinking back to the date with Robert, and how truly sweet and kind he is, but for some reason you also keep focusing on the fact that something is missing.
And once that thought hits you, your mind inevitably wanders back to Colin.
Fucking asshole. First he infiltrates your apartment and now your mind.
You shake your head and sigh once you reach the final flight of stairs. But you immediately tense up when you hear an oddly familiar sound.
Your eyes dart up at the sound of a high-pitched giggle, immediately landing on a tall, beautiful blonde, practically hanging off Colin's side.
You roll your eyes as you continue walking, glancing shortly at Colin as he fumbles with his keys to get the door open.
You walk past them, your eyes catching Colin's for a split second before he darts his away, back to focusing on getting his front door open.
You walk to your door, swiftly unlocking it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you hear the girl giggle out a "Colin, come ooon," before you slam the door shut.
Wine.
You need wine. Only wine can fix this dark cloud seemingly permanently hovering over you.
You hang up your coat before you patter into your bedroom, immediately changing into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You swiftly move to your kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and a large glass, and then you plop down on your couch.
Before you know it, you've drank half a bottle while watching some mindless rom-com on TV.
Is this really what it's come to?
You have a perfectly sweet guy, who would have loved to spend the night with you, and yet you're sitting here, moping on the couch and drinking wine. Alone.
Stupid Colin. Stupid Colin with his beautiful stupid face, and sculpted abs, and firm chest, and perfectly round ass, with his large hands that could-
Stop it!
You shake your head at your thoughts, topping off your glass of wine. You need to focus, need to get your shit together.
Maybe it's time you find somewhere else to live.
Yeah. That'll fix it.
You immediately pick up your laptop from the coffee table, perching it on top of your lap as you start typing.
Good places in Boston
Yikes. Okay, that's not going to work. You don't have that kind of money..
Cheap places in Boston.
Double yikes. You want to run away from your distractions, not get murdered..
You sigh, looking through some of the places as you take another sip of wine. Your fingers move over the keyboard before you can even stop yourself.
Places to live in Boston when you're trying to run away from your feelings
You chuckle at the fact that a few options actually pop up, immediately clicking through the pictures.
But then you almost spill your glass of wine on your computer when your front door is suddenly pushed open.
"Alright, we need to talk!"
Colin loudly slams the door shut behind him as he walks inside, making you snap your head to the side to look at him.
"Col, what the fuck?!" You exclaim, placing your laptop down on the coffee table, "What the hell? I thought I locked it, how are you in here?"
"No," he stomps inside, sending you a pointed look, "You didn't. Just like you never do. Sometimes I think you have a death wish."
You roll your eyes and pull your feet up on the couch, tilting your head as your eyes narrow, "Thanks for the lesson, I'll remember to lock it next time. Maybe that'll keep the assholes out."
"That's it!" He yells, crossing his arms as he walks up to you and stands in front of the couch, "We need to talk!"
"Oh, you think so? About what?" You retort, mirroring his expression as you cross your arms over your chest.
"Yes, I do!" He exclaims, clearly missing the sarcastic tone of your voice.
"What are you doing here?" You frown, glaring at him, "I'm pretty sure I saw you with a date. Shouldn't you be entertaining her?"
"I sent her home," he huffs, his stance tense. Your eyes momentarily gaze over him, noticing his grey sweatpants and his t-shirt. But then you inwardly sigh when you spot the text written on it; Free Licks.
"Okay," you sass, "And what's that got to do with me?"
"Everything!" He bellows, arms waving about exasperatedly, "It's all your fault!"
"What?" You snort, watching him as he walks closer to you on the couch, "How the fuck is that my fault? I didn't exactly invite you here, you're the one barging in!"
"Because I can't fucking... Ugh! You're so annoying!"
He huffs out a breath before he plops down on the couch dejectedly, practically staring daggers at you, "You ruined everything!"
"Colin," you sigh, shaking your head as you turn your body to face him. He's slumping down on the couch, legs spread wide, his face reminding you of a kicked puppy, "What are you talking about?"
"I can't do it anymore!" He exclaims, gesturing with his hands exasperatedly, "It doesn't work anymore! You broke it!"
"Broke what?" You frown, tilting your head at him.
"Me!" He yells, whipping his head to the side to look at you properly, "You broke me!"
You snort again.
"How exactly did I break you?"
"You were mean to me and now I can't do it anymore. It's your fault!"
"Okay, stop yelling," you sigh, sitting criss cross on the couch, looking at him, "Elaborate, please."
Colin sighs deeply before he turns his body towards you, "You fucking broke me. You were talking about that shit, about you, and settling down, and just-ugh! You fucking ruined it."
"Colin," you shake your head in confusion, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Do you mean that you're upset because we had a fight?"
"No," he replies, his eyes trailing over your living room, "I'm not just upset because we had a fight, it's not that. It's-"
His eyes narrow when they land on your computer and before you can even object, he snags it off the table, "What the fuck is this?! You're looking for an apartment?!"
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes dart down, not saying a word.
His head whips to the side to look at you, "Are you moving?!"
"No, I was just looking-"
"Why?!"
"Please, stop yelling," you mumble, rubbing your temples with your fingers, "You're going to give me a fucking migraine."
His eyes move back to the computer screen, long slender fingers quickly tapping the touchpad as he looks through the site, "Why are you moving?"
You shrug, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shorts, "I'm not, I'm just.. Looking. I just wanted to see what else is out there, just to, you know.. Have a look."
"But you love living here," he mumbles, glancing at you before he looks back at the screen, "And these places are.. Wait a fucking second."
You glance up at him at his tone, your breath almost hitching when you're met with the stern look on his face.
"Are you moving in with him?"
You scrunch your face up in confusion, "What?"
"You are!" He exclaims, fingers now clicking furiously on the touchpad as he glares at the computer screen, "You're fucking.. You're moving in with him! I can't believe this.. Why would you do that?!"
You put your hands up to calm him, "Okay, hey, calm down, that's not-"
"Why are you moving in with him?!"
You blink a few times as he looks at you, his eyes searching your face. You take a moment too long to reply, making him speak again, "Do you love him?"
"What? Colin, it's-"
"You fucking love him," he breathes out, eyes widening as he looks back at the computer, "You broke me, and now you're gonna move in with this fucking guy, and you're gonna leave, and-"
"Colin!" You interrupt, making him look at you again, "Calm. Down. I am not moving in with him. I was just looking for fun. Calm your fucking tits, Shea."
"But do you love him?"
Your brows furrow at his question.
Why would he ask that?
Your eyes search his face and it has this strange vulnerability to it, one you haven't seen many times before. It's so rare, because he usually hides who he truly is. The only times you've ever seen it have been when something awful has happened, like when his dad died and you went with him to his funeral for support.
Your words are quieter than before when you ask, "Why do you want to know?"
He takes a deep breath, cerulean eyes holding yours captive as he whispers, "I just.. I want to know.. Do you?"
You wait for a moment, holding his piercing gaze, "No, I don't love him."
He releases a breath, your eyes not missing how he visibly relaxes where he sits. Then his eyes move back to the computer without him saying a word.
"Why are you here, Colin? What's going on?"
"You broke me," he mumbles, not looking at you, "I don't work like I used to, anymore."
"What does that mean?"
"Means I can't fucking get it up," he grumbles, clicking through the pictures on the website, "Can't have sex, it's like you're infiltrating my mind. No matter how hard I try, or who I've brought home in the past five days, I can't fucking do it. Can't even masturbate, how pathetic is that?"
He lets out a dry laugh as he continues looking at the pictures on the website, not even glancing your way.
You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, slamming against your ribcage as nerves swirl around your body.
"Why do you think that is?"
"Dunno," he mumbles, "I just keep thinking about you, it's so infuriating. It's never happened to me before, I don't know what the fuck is going on. I think your domesticated stink rubbed off on me, or something.."
You smile, watching the side of his face as he keeps his focus on your computer. "Or maybe it's something else."
"Like what?" He asks dumbly, turning his head to look at you, "You think I'm going impotent?"
You snort, shaking your head, "No, you idiot, you're not going impotent."
"Then what is it? Is this normal? Can you help me? I'm going fucking crazy here."
You nod slowly, eyes holding his, "Yeah, I uh.. I've heard about this before."
"What does it mean?" He asks you urgently, putting the laptop back down on the coffee table so he can face you fully, "How do I fix it?"
"I'm afraid you can't."
"What?! Why not?! I can't live like this!"
You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you hold back a smile at his words, and you don't miss the way his eyes immediately dart down to your lips at the action.
"I don't think it's something that needs fixing, Col. I think it means something else."
"What does it mean?" he mumbles out, eyes staying locked on your lips, "What should I do?"
You lean closer until you can cup his cheek, making his eyes move back up to meet yours, "I think it means you have some feelings that you're trying to ignore."
He scoffs softly, eyes bouncing between your own as he whispers, "But I don't get feelings.."
You chuckle softly, tilting your head, "I'm sorry to tell you this.. But I think you do."
Colin's eyes widen slightly at your words, then dropping to your lips again, "So.. What do I do? How do I get rid of them?"
"Sweetie," you smile, making him meet your eyes again. Your thumb gently rubs his cheek as you whisper, "Why would you want to get rid of them?"
His brows furrow, baby blue eyes scanning yours, "Because they're ruining me. I don't work anymore, I can't-"
He trails off when you lean a little closer, his breath hitching audibly.
"What was that?" You ask, tiling your head, "What were you about to say?"
Colin keeps searing eye contact, his blue eyes slowly being swallowed out by his pupils as he breathes out, "I can't get it up."
You smirk, your eyes darting down to his crotch momentarily, noticing the large bulge straining against his jeans, before you whisper, "You sure about that?"
He looks at you in complete and utter fascination, a dumbfounded expression pulling at his features. Then he mirrors your actions, his hand raising to cup your cheek, "What is this? What's happening?"
You snort, offering him a small smile before you drop your hand from his cheek, "It's nothing, Shea. Doesn't mean anything. But at least now you know your issue isn't physical. It's all in your head."
Colin frowns when you start to pull back, the hand cupping your cheek suddenly sliding back to curl around your neck, "Wait! Wait, stop, don't move.."
He pulls you closer to him, slowly, your lips parting as you look into his eyes intensely. He inches you closer until your breaths are practically mixing, his gaze never faltering.
"Col," you whisper, your heart beating rapidly, "What are you doing?"
He doesn't reply, instead, his eyes bounce between yours nervously before he leans the rest of the way. He moves in, slowly, and then he releases an unsteady breath when his soft lips slot over yours.
Your eyes close on instinct, your body practically melting into him at the delicate touch. He holds you to him, his grip on you never wavering, and it makes you rest your hand on his thigh to steady yourself.
He hums quietly as his lips move over yours, slowly, exploring the feel of them, and you mirror his movement, kissing him back carefully.
You can feel practical fireworks swirling inside you, your mind swimming at how soft his lips feel, how fucking fantastic it feels to dig your teeth into that plump bottom lip of his.
He groans quietly at the action, his other hand lifting to cup your face, tilting your head to kiss you deeper.
But then, when his tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, it snaps you out of it.
You pull back immediately, eyes widening as they meet his, "What-"
"Come back," he whispers, his eyes wild as they meet yours, "Don't pull away, please. Kiss me again."
"Col, I don't know if-"
"Please," he says, his eyes pleading, "It felt so good."
You smile softly, leaning into his touch when his thumb strokes your cheek, "Yeah, it did. But we can't do this, Colin."
"Why not?" He asks, almost needily.
You let out a small sigh, your eyes dropping to your hand on his thigh, "Because I won't just be another notch on your belt. I can't do that, we can't do that. You're my best friend. I don't want to just be a fuck, if we did that it would ruin everything."
"No, you don't know that, maybe-"
"I wouldn't be able to do it," you reply as you look back up at him, "If we crossed that line, I wouldn't be able to go back. I can't do that and still be your friend, still watch you hook up with every girl you meet. It would be too painful."
Colin stays quiet for a moment, those baby blues almost haunting as he holds your gaze. But then his hands drop, releasing you from his hold, and it's like your heart shatters into a million pieces.
"You're right," he mumbles, looking away from you, "You're right, it wouldn't be okay. It would be bad."
You try to hide the hurt inside, forcing on a brave face as you reply, "Yeah, it would be."
"I'm sorry," Colin says, glancing back at you before he gets up from the couch, "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't even have come here. I should go."
And then, before you can even manage to object, he's stormed out of your apartment, leaving you sitting on your couch, feeling even more lost than before.
When your door opens suddenly at 8 am two days later, it makes your blood run cold.
You almost cower in the kitchen, your eyes glued to the inside of your fridge, body tensing when the front door slams and you hear footsteps getting closer.
Guess it's back to normal, then.
And normal means he hooked up last night.
You take a moment to calm yourself before you mumble out, "Morning."
"Morning!" Colin says cheerfully as he walks closer, dropping something on the kitchen counter behind you.
You pick up the jug of juice in your fridge door, not looking at him as you turn to bring out a glass from the cupboard, "You're chipper this morning."
"Yeah," Colin replies, watching you pour juice into your glass, and you don't miss the happy tone of his voice.
Guess his problem got fixed.
You open another cupboard, reaching to pull out the bag of bagels hiding inside, when Colin's voice stops you, "No need, I got us breakfast."
That makes your brows furrow.
You glance at him over your shoulder, surprised to see he's actually dressed at 8 am, wearing a graphic tee and a pair of jeans, as well as his blue converse.
You tilt your head, smiling in amusement, "What?"
Colin lifts the bag off the counter, jutting his chin toward the couch, "C'mon, let's watch something. I got us fresh bagels. Bring the cream cheese."
You watch in utter confusion as he walks over to the couch and plops down on it, placing the bag of bagels on the coffee table. You remain a little sceptical as you bring out plates, a knife, and the cream cheese from your fridge, before you follow him.
You sit down next to him, frowning in confusion as you move to sit criss-crossed on the couch, leaning against the arm of it.
Colin just smiles as he pulls two bagels out of the bag, even preparing each of them with cream cheese before handing one to you.
You take it hesitantly, eyeing him carefully as he leans back on the couch and takes a bite, picking up your remote to turn on the TV.
As you watch him casually take a bite of his bagel, you finally ask, "Colin, what's going on?"
"Breakfast," he replies with his mouth full, eyes locked on your TV screen.
"Yeah, I got that," you chuckle, looking at him incredulously, "But, why?"
"Wanted to prove it to you," he says after he swallows his bite, finally turning his head to look at you.
"Prove what to me?" You ask curiously, watching the wide grin slowly spreading on his face.
"That it's different," he replies as he looks at you, "That you're different."
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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 3
masterlist | req masterlist
All of them are COMPLETE Series.
✨- fav fics
Status - Completed
1. The Two of Us by @bucky-bucket-barnes ✨
Bucky x Avenger!Reader WandaVision AU
You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
2. Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
An online petition for the Avengers to be interviewed turns into a series of misadventures with the so-called wordpeddler.
3. Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim
Bucky x Reader
An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes' wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.
4. Who’s She? | The Long Run by @itsapeterthing ✨
Bucky x Doctor!Reader (2 parts)
when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.
5. trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy
Fuckboy!Bucky x Reader College AU
he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep.
6. I’m With You by @wkemeup ✨
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love.
7. Cheek to Cheek by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Criminal!Reader
Mentions and descriptions of kidnapping, torture, and being held in prison, crime stuff, warnings will be more specific depending on the chapter
8. Tinman by @indyluckycharlie
Bucky x Prosthetist!Reader
Bucky survives the fall from the train and comes home, hoping to return to his old life. But he’s not the man he was before. He’s not sure he’ll ever be.
9. Say It by @sgtjbuccky ✨
Bucky x Reader
In where you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours.
10. Peach Scones by @sgtjbuccky ✨
Bucky x Reader
In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.
11. Hostage of Your Eyes by @sinner-as-saint
Mob!Bucky x Reader
You accept an unusual offer made by a very familiar, but dangerous mob boss. And despite the rather bizarre situation and all the troubles which come along the way; old flames rekindle – and you find love again, where it wasn’t supposed to be.
12. No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
College!Bucky x Reader
You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
13. Take it Back by @allandoflimbo
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.
14. Who I Was Looking For by @soopranatural
Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU
Even after you started wearing cuffs, the words are engraved in your mind as well as your wrist. You know you’re not destined for love as soon as you learn how to read. How could you? When the words “Sorry, you’re not who I was looking for” are written in black ink on your skin.
15. Tinder Match by @sunflowergirl522
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
You look at the older people on Tinder joking about finding a sugar daddy. That’s when you stumble upon a man claiming to be 106. Intrigued you swipe right and match with him.
16. Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader Collection by @itsapeterthing
40s!Bucky x Rogers!Reader
You’ve known your brother’s best friend Bucky Barnes since before you can even remember. As the two of you get older, your relationship grows from one of teasing friendship to an everlasting love. Despite all odds and decades apart, you never fail to find each other every time.
17. Love You Forever • 2 | Where’d All The Time Go • 2 by @coffeecatsandcandles
Dad!Bucky x Reader
Bucky reunites with you after the blip, only to find out he's now a father.
Bucky's daughter comes home to tell him that she's lost her first tooth.
18. Ladykiller by @mymoonagedaydream
Bucky x Reader College AU
By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them
20. A Certain Romance by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Reader Fake Dating AU
With the threat of yet another bad date at the result of Sam Wilson’s meddling, Bucky’s desperate to find a solution. As are you, another victim to Sam’s failed matchmaking. The two of you come up with a genius plan: pretend to date each other in order to escape the poking and prying nose of the Falcon.
21. Much Ado About Nothing by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Reader
As Steve, Sam, and Bucky return home from a grueling mission where Steve has a near-death experience, he makes the last minute decision to propose to his long-time girlfriend, Sharon Carter. To pass the time until the impulsive wedding, the team decides to play a game: Get Bucky to fall in love with their residential tech expert, also coincidentally the bane of Bucky’s existence - You.
22. Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations
Paramedic!Bucky x Reader (2 parts)
Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?
23. Teach Me How to Love by @buckyismybicycle
Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.
24. Secret Confession by @buckysmischief
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
After an unexpected break up with Bucky, you change a few things. Your hair, your number, even your schedule for the upcoming semester. But after weeks of dodging the topic, your roommates (MJ, Peter and the Twins) and your close friend Natasha decide it’s time to help you move on.
26. The Rumor by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky x Agent!Reader
there's a rumour going around the compound about you and Sergeant Barnes, which is ridiculous because he's an avenger and you're a junior agent. How would a rumour like that even get started?
27. Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45
Bucky x Reader
working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.
28. Sixth Sense by @buckybarnesowl
Bucky x Enhanced!Reader
Bucky struggles to find his place after Team Cap returns to the compound. People are still wary of the ex-assassin, including some of the Avengers, but you know better. You sense his goodness despite, and you’ll do anything to make feel what you feel.
29. A Half-Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas by @urimaginespimp ✨
Bucky x Reader (2 parts)
you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you
30. This Love by @urimaginespimp
Bucky x Witch!Reader
A multi-chapter fic between the reader and Bucky in different settings of the MCU, starting with them meeting during Civil War, up to TFAWTS.
31. Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd ✨
Mechanic!Bucky x Assistant!Reader
It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.
32. Solace by @winterdrag0n ✨
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
After years of living abroad, you’re finally back to New York with a failed marriage and a flashy new job at Art Gallery. In your cousin Steve’s wedding, you meet Bucky again. Your relationship with Bucky had been complicated, to say the least. He had been your childhood enemy, friend with benefits and drinking buddy. But this time, with new circumstances, the two of you might find solace in each other.
33. Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel
Neighbor!Bucky x Reader
When Bucky moves in next door, you seem to get much less sleep than when your previous neighbour lived in apartment 4a.
34. The Name of the Game by @matchamunson
Bucky x Reader College AU
Bucky Barnes doesn’t do love or relationships. He does nights of meaningless sex and the occasional date before ghosting his latest victim. When his roommates bet him $200 he’ll never be able to get a girl to fall in love with him, he’s all in. Enter Y/N Y/L/N, seemingly good girl next door that Bucky knows he’ll be able to make fall for him. When she finds out about the bet Y/N only has one thing in mind: beat the bastard at his own game.
35. Paws and Pins by @matchamunson
Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
In which Bucky runs into the owner of the animal shelter across the street from his shop.
36. Amaranthine by @kashimos-hajime ✨
Bucky x Reader
a boy and a girl went off to war. they fell in love and the devil laughed.
37. Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip
Bucky x Hydra!Reader
You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.
38. Heartlines by @buckyskorpion
Bucky x Reader
When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.
39. Reset by @lunarbuck ✨
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader
The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.
40. Long Black by @evanstarff
Bucky x Agent!Reader
After a disastrous HYDRA coup goes wrong, Bucky Barnes is forced to go under witness protection at a coffee shop – with you as his highly trained ‘bodyguard’. Is something brewing between you or is he just tall, dark, and bitter?
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Recommended Misc Fics of June 2022💖
hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez, txt, seventeen & straykids of june! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writes 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
HYBRID AU’S
Project Omen || @uhmingi🔞💕💔✅
↳ you’ve never been close to your father, so when he passes it doesn’t affect, aside from the residual business that you have to take care of in his absence. exploring his basement uncovers a sealed chamber in a hidden room, a man with what looks like a tail staring back at you.
MAFIA AU’S
Entropy || @in-san-ity 🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn’t a punch, it was a machine gun.
Tame || @cocobeanncteez🔞💕💔✅
↳ (no summary)
SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S
The Coffee House Diaries || @escapewriter💕💔🔄
↳ A world in which the students of KQ University frequently visit a well known coffee shop; The Coffee House Diaries. You would think it‘s for the coffee, which it is but in reality, it’s to be able to find love and be put on the love of fame.
SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S
Forelsket || @escapewriter💕💔✅
↳ a boring summer with you and your best friend led you both to do some dumb things, one being texting your number neighbor. however, things take a toll when your number neighbor isnt the person who they say they are.
Love Hard || @wondernus💕💔✅
↳ kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?
Midnight Train || @svtfilms💕💔🔄💯(ON PAUSE)
↳ befriending the cute boy on the train was only the first of your worries — can you handle his flirtatious behavior and oddly mysterious past? or in which taking the train late at night sometimes does have its perks.
The Kids Are Going To Be Alright || @wondernus💕💔✅💯💯
↳ when an unexpected accident leaves you and your blind date from five years ago to become caretakers of your mutual goddaughter, you are forced to learn how to navigate parenthood all while trying to balance work and social life.
WEREWOLF AU’S
Tales From The Pack || @gamerwoo 🔞💕💔🔄💯
↳ (no summary)
WRITTEN SERIES
My Daisy || @wonwoonlight💕💔✅
↳ when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you’re pretty sure this wasn’t what you signed up for.
Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice || @starlightxsvt 🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ Welcome to the Sugar and Spice website! Scroll below to find your ideal type of sugar daddy!
Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu💕💔🔄💯
↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S
Face The Music || @0x1lovebot💕💔✅
↳ y/n runs an anonymous twitter fan account for the famous rap trio that goes to her school, 3racha and one day she professes her love and appreciation for bang chan on said account. now chan is on a mission to find out who it is.
Would I Lie To You? || @xiaotingluvs 💔✅
↳ with the sudden death of a student at jyp university, cops and detectives try to find the killer. at the same time, students who are new to the school find themselves in these events. can friendships, brotherhoods, lovers still stand strong despite the lies, complexities and secrets?
SOCIAL MEDIA AU’S
A Star Called You || @scintillasofbeomgyu💕💔✅
↳ yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show “dear sputnik”, where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don’t listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they’ve silently had a crush on for the past four years.
Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
#ateez scenarios#ateez hybrid au#ateez mafia au#ateez social media au#ateez fluff#ateez angst#ateez smut#ateez fic recs#ateez recs#seventeen scenarios#seventeen social media au#seventeen fluff#seventeen angst#seventeen smut#seventeen werewolf au#seventeen fake dating au#seventeen sugar daddy au#seventeen fic recs#seventeen recs#stray kids scenarios#stray kids social media au#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#stray kids fic recs#stray kids recs#txt scenarios#txt social media au#txt fluff#txt angst#txt fic recs
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—He's a Fuckboy w/ Eijirou Kirishima
—Cw: fuckboy!kirishima, soft dom kirishima, afab!reader, minor degradation, praise, minimal aftercare, oral (m and f recieving) , fingering, virgin!reader, virginity loss, porn with plot, UNEDITED
—Summary: Everybody says Eijirou Kirishima is a no good fuck boy, but you just cant stay away
—Author's Note: Im really proud of this so I hope y'all like it- - JJ <3
—Please keep in mind that you must be 15+ to read this piece, thank you <3
Eijirou Kirishima had a different reputation depending on who you asked. Some people said that he was the sweetest boy they’d ever met, and others would say he’s the devil in disguise. You had a hard time believing the second one though. He had the sweetest smile ever and he was so nice to everyone. He always helped people pick up their things if they dropped them, lent them money if they didn’t have any for lunch, helped people out with their work in class, always helped clean up messes so the janitor didn’t have to, and he even lent a girl his hoodie once when her shirt got wet. There was no way he was as evil as some people claimed, he was just a big sweetheart. Or at least that’s what you told yourself when you drew your initials with his inside of a heart on the edge of your notebook pages.
In reality, he was the biggest fuckboy ever, most people were just too stupid to see it at first because of how sweet he was. But he wasn’t your typical “call you up at 2 in the morning and ask to come over” fuckboy, he was a “buy you dinner, take you back to your place and fuck your brains out, sneak out in the middle of the night, then never talk to you again” fuckboy. Which is honestly worse than the first one.
But Eijirou knew it would get him what he wanted way easier than if he was just a straight up douchebag constantly.
You’d only ever talked to him a couple times, once in gym when you were on a team together, and a couple times in class when you needed help and the teacher was busy. You didn’t even think he noticed you, but he did. When you were too busy drawing in your notebook or paying attention to the teacher, he was staring right at you. He thought you were adorable. But not adorable in an “aww I wanna make you laugh” way, no he thought you were adorable in a “i want to make you squirt on my cock until you’re sobbing” way. And that’s exactly what he decided that he wanted to do with you.
During lunch, you were sitting with a few of your friends in the library, talking while you were eating. You heard the library door open and saw Kirishima enter, immediately wondering what he was doing there. Kirishima never came into the library during lunch, you would’ve noticed if he had before. To your surprise, he walked right up to your table, and sat down beside you, giving you a smile, “Hi sweetheart, I don’t mean to intrude on your lunch, but, I think you’re cute and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me later tonight? We could get dinner at that new restaurant.”
You struggled to find words, your face entirely red as you stared at him. He kept that smile on his face, and finally you replied, “S-Sure.”
His smile grew wider, “Great I’m glad you want to, sweetheart! I’ll pick you up at six, text me your address.” He slipped you a piece of paper with his number on it, and stood up, “Well, I gotta get going now, but I’ll see you later tonight.” Eijirou stood up, smiled at you then your friends then left.
As soon as he left, your friends were freaking out to you. Some asking questions and others talking about how hot he was and what a good opportunity this would be for you. You were looking at the piece of paper, which had his number along with a note that said “wear red, it’s my favorite ♡”. You smiled to yourself and started to think about what you were going to wear.
Later that night, around five, you were in your room, trying to decide what you were going to wear. You had two red dresses and a nice red shirt. One dress was very tight fitting, the material was soft and stretchy, it went to about mid-thigh with spaghetti straps and a neckline that went down so you could see some cleavage. The other dress was more formal, with a lace skirt that went down to about mid-calf and longer, lacey sleeves, and a neckline that showed no cleavage. The shirt was a v-neck crop top, with a drawstring in the middle and short sleeves. After having no luck deciding, you grabbed your phone. You had already texted Kirishima and texted him your address so you clicked on his contact and texted him again
You: i can’t decide what to wear :( option 1, 2, or 3?
Kiri <3: 1!!!
You: alright thank you :)
Kiri <3: np, sweet girl
You blushed at his message and sat the phone down, putting on the tight fitting red dress. You put on some thigh highs, and did your makeup before checking the time. Kirishima should be there in just a few minutes. You slipped on some heels, before grabbing your phone and waiting by the door. Eventually he pulled up and got out. He looked gorgeous, he was just dressed in a dress shirt and some nice pants but he looked great. He pulled his hair back into a small ponytail and the material of the shirt stretched out around his muscles.
Kirishima rang the doorbell and you waited a few seconds to open it, trying not to seem desperate, even though you very much were. He smiled at you as soon as you opened it, "Hey pretty girl, you look great."
You blushed and looked away, mumbling, "Thank you, you look great too."
"Thank you, sugar. Here I got you these!" He held a bouquet of your favorite flowers out to you and you smiled, taking them. You took them inside before coming back, holding your little wallet/purse in your hands. Kirishima looked at it, "Oh you won't need that, sweetheart. I'll be paying."
"Oh that's really not nec-"
"Of course it is, just let me take care of you, alright?" He flashed you another smile and it took everything in you not to melt on the spot. The power he had over you was unbelievable.
"O-okay," you said, nervously, blushing onge again. You set your wallet inside and came back out, locking the door behind you. Kirishima smiled and held out his arm for you.
You hesitantly linked arms with him as he led you to his car. He opened your door for you and made sure you were in before shutting the door and getting in the driver's side.
The rest of the night went perfectly. He was the perfect gentleman, calling you pretty, respecting your space, making sure you got enough to eat, getting the waiter whenever you needed anything. You were firm in your belief that he was most definitely not a fuck boy.
Finally, after the perfect night. You two were parked in your driveway, talking.
"Thank you for tonight, it was perfect," you said, with a smile. Kirishima smiled back and set a hand on your lower thigh, gently squeezing.
"No thank you, sugar. You're the reason it was so perfect."
You blushed and looked at his hand on your thigh for a few seconds, "U-um…do you wanna come in?"
"Oh, well is your dad okay with that?" He asked.
"Oh, my dad isn't home this week, he's on a trip with my mom," you replied. Kirishima already knew that, he overheard you talking to your friend about it. It was part of the reason he picked this week to ask you out.
Kirishima refrained from smirking, "Okay, sweetheart, sure then." He smiled and got out, opening your door for you. You got out and you two went inside.
After a couple of awkward interactions, you two ended up sitting up against your headboard, watching a Netflix movie together. Kirishima’s arm was wrapped around your waist, gently massaging your hip.
You wanted him to move it lower. With a sudden burst of confidence, you leaned up and went to kiss his cheek but he noticed and turned his head, your kiss landing on his lips. You blushed, looking at him with wide eyes, but you stayed committed, gently pressing your lips more into his. He cupped your cheek and kissed back.
You had meant to pull away after a few seconds, but the taste of his lips were so addicting. They felt so soft and nice against yours, you just couldn't pull away. He pulled you closer by the hand on your hip and kept the kiss going. Eventually, he gently started nibbling at your bottom lip, drawing a couple small moans out of you. You were adorable.
His hand on your hip slid down to your thigh, gently going up underneath your dress. You moved closer and you stopped him, putting a hand on his chest, "W-wait I've never like-"
"Never what, sugar?" He asked, despite knowing exactly what you meant.
"Y'know.." you trailed off, blushing once again. He smirked. Poor baby, you couldn't even say it
"Are you a virgin, pretty?" Kirishima asked and you nodded, looking away.
"B-but I wanna..w-with you," you stuttered and Kirishima smirked once again. He loved virgins, he wasn't sure exactly why. Maybe he just liked ruining people's innocence. Especially cute girls' like you.
"Okay, sweetheart, don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just relax for me, okay? There's nothing to worry about," he said, tilting your head to the side with his hand before starting to kiss down your neck. His kisses were slow, gentle. He gently moved his hands up your body underneath your dress, making sure you weren't objecting before removing your dress completely.
Your instinct was to immediately cover your chest but Kirishima stopped you, holding your wrists together in one of his hands, "None of that, sweetheart. You're so pretty, let me see you." He sucked a hickey into your neck, making you gasp. One of his hands moved up your side before cupping your breast, he moved the cup of your bra to the side and gently rolled one of your nipples between his fingers. You let out a couple quiet moans, as he did that, sucking another hickey into your neck at the same time.
Eventually, he pushed you to the bed, and he looked down at you. You looked so pretty like this. He couldn't wait to fucking ruin you.
"How're we feeling, pretty? Am I doing a good job?" You nodded aggressively, making him smile and laugh a little, "You want more then?" After another aggressive nod, he was removing your bra, throwing it with your dress, wherever that was. He left kisses down your collarbone and chest, taking a moment to suck your nipples. The moans you let out while he was doing this were so pretty to him, he started to wonder if you could cum just from that. But he had work to do.
Kirishima eventually moved past your boobs, kissing down your stomach, he stopped at your panties, looking at the fabric. There was a wet spot on it and he smiled, "You're so wet already, huh, baby?"
You blushed, and looked away, embarrassed. Kirishima just chuckled and moved a hand up to in between your legs. He gently pushed them apart, and you sat up on your elbows, watching him. You were embarrassed but you wanted to be able to see what he was doing. He looked up at you, winking before starting to rub your clit with your thumb. You let out a small gasp, and a quiet, “O-oh.”
Kirishima smiled, “That feels good, right? Bet it feels so much better than when you’re just touching yourself. You just nodded and collapsed back onto your back, enjoying the pleasure that Kirishima was giving you. He watched your face, and enjoyed your small little moans, before going back in between your legs, he leaned forward and licked up your slit through your panties. Once again, you let out a small gasp, it felt oddly good like that. Kirishima stopped rubbing your clit, shushing you when you whined about how he stopped before hooking a finger in the band of your panties, “Can I take these off, pretty?”
“Y-yes sir,” you replied and Kirishima smirked.
“Sir? That what you wanna call me, honey?” He teased you, pulling your panties off. He licked his lips when he saw your glistening cunt. You were so wet from barely anything at all, and it looked so perfect he just wanted to eat you for hours upon hours.
“M-maybe,” you replied, suddenly squeezing your thighs together, embarrassed at the tall man just staring at your pussy.
“Ah ah, no, sugar, show me how pretty you are,” he said, prying your legs apart with his large hands. He had really big hands, they nearly covered the entire top of your thighs. You blushed at the thought of his fingers being inside of you. You whined, embarassed against but Kirishima gently shushed you, he had work to do. He leaned in and experementally licked a stripe up your pussy.
The gasp and moan you let out this time was much louder than the previous ones. That felt good. Really good. So good that you couldn’t help but beg for more and more, “P-please, sir, more. Need more. That f-felt good, please-”
Kirishima laughed, “Aww that’s so cute, pretty, barely even touched you and you’re begging for more.” But he listened, repeating that action a couple times and drinking up your pretty moans. Soon enough, he was sucking in your clit, flicking his tongue over it. You moved your hands to his hair and tugged on it lightly, and he let out a little pleased groan. Kirishima loved having his hair pulled. Your moans progressively grew louder as he sucked on your clit before finally you mumbled, “Almost t-there, sir, please.”
He mumbled, never stopping his actions, “Cum all over my face, sugar.” And like the good baby you were, you listened. Kirishima slowly stopped with your clit, looking up at you, “Bet that felt good, right?” You nodded and he smiled, “Mmm, I got a question, pretty.”
“W-what is it?” You asked, wondering what he had to ask.
“You wanna suck my dick, sweetheart?”
Once again, not to anyone’s surprise, you blushed again. After a moment of contemplation, you hesitantly nodded, “N-never done it b-before though, dunno if ‘m any g-good.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, honey. No worries, get on your knees on the floor, baby.” You listened, getting up and getting on your knees. Eijirou stood in front of you, and god did he look hot from this angle. He thought you looked pretty hot too, your sin filled eyes just staring up at him. It was honestly adorable, “You ready, pretty?”
You eagerly nodded, moving your eyes to his pants. They widened slightly at the noticeable bulge…why was it so big? Are dicks supposed to be that big? Or is it just the pants? Was that gonna hurt? Would it even fit in your mouth?
Your mind raced with questions as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and it definitely wasn’t the pants. It was huge. Your eyes widened even more and Kirishima chuckled again at the look on your face. You gulped a little, “Is- is it supposed to be that big?”
“Well, I’m a little above average, but you can take it, can’t you?”
“I c-can try,” you replied, looking back at it. It was long and thick, the tip was red with precum leaking from it and a couple large veins on the underside of it. Kirishima smiled.
“Thank you, pretty. Now stick on your tongue,” Kirishima instructed you and you did so. He gently sat his dick on your tongue, “Okay, now take it into your mouth, go as slow as you need to. And don’t scrape your teeth on it either.” You slowly started taking him into your mouth, doing your best to avoid scraping it with your teeth. It hurt your jaw and mouth to open that big, but you wanted to make him feel good so you continued. It took a while but finally you took all of him into your mouth and throat. You stared up at him, eyes wide, full of tears, “Good slut.” That made you clench your thighs together, you weren’t sure why, but you liked being called that. Kirishima noticed and smiled, but made no comment. He wanted to cum.
“Now just bob your head,” he gripped your hand and gently guided your head up and down his cock, shushing you when you gagged. Soon enough you were sucking him off a pretty fast pace, tears running down your face as you made him moan, “Fuck, good whore. My good little whore. You’re so good at this, making me feel so good.” He groaned, and you felt his dick twitch in your throat, “I need to cum, sugar, gonna cum down that pretty throat, and you’re gonna swallow every single drop.” He forced your head down his dick, making you gag on it as he came down your throat. You tried your best to swallow all of it but you were coughing when he pulled out, so you missed a few drops. Kirishima gently ran a hand through your hair, “That’s it baby, you did such a good job.”
He then lifted you up by picking you up from under your thighs and sat you on the bed, getting on it with you. Kirishima pushed you down to the bed by your shoulders, making sure your head landed on a couple pillows, he wanted you to be comfy while he ruined you on his fat cock. He pushed your legs open, “I’m going to finger you before I fuck you, okay, sugar? I’m a little big for your first time so I want to make sure your stretched out properly.” You nodded and Kirishima smiled before pushing one of his massive fingers inside of you. Even that stretched you a noticable amount. It wasn’t painful, it felt good. He gently pumped that finger in and out of you and eventually slowly added another. This stung a little, but he calmed you down when you whined, “Shh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it in a second. Just enjoy it.” He rubbed your clit with his thumb as a bit of a distraction, and he enjoyed all your cute little moans. After you were stretched enough, he added a third finger. This stung even more but he was so gentle and sweet about it that you barely even whimpered or whined. He could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers and he knew exactly what was coming, “Make a mess for me, honey.” And that’s exactly what you did, you came around his fingers with a moan, your hands gripping your pillow.
Kirishima slowed to a stop, pulling his fingers out before holding them up to your lips, “Taste yourself, pretty. You taste so good.” You hesitated but took his two fingers into your mouth, moaning a little at the feeling of them like that. He was right, you did taste good. You kept sucking his fingers, moving your tongue in between his fingers, which he smiled at. You were learning well.
Eventually he pulled them out, shushing you when you started to complain, “Okay, sweetheart, this is gonna sting but you can take it, right? You’re my good slut?” You nodded and he smiled, lining himself up with your hole. He gripped your hips, watching your face as he slowly pushed in. You gasped as soon as he started. It hurt, bad, even just the very tip was big. Tears immediately rushed to your eyes but Kirishima kept pushing, slowly, but he kept pushing. He shushed your whines, “Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. You just gotta get used to the stretch.” He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears as they fell, “Take it like a good baby, you can do it.” He continued comforting you, wiping your tears and cooing to you, comforting you. Eventually when you finally got used to his size, he pulled out a bit before pushing back in. He continued, setting a medium pace, making sure he hit deep. The moans you let out were heavenly, he could tell you were feeling good.
“That’s it, pretty, taking me so well,” he moved a hand and rubbed your clit, “That’s it, I can feel you squeezing me so tight. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.” And he wasn’t lying to you. He’s fucked so many girls before, and by far, you were the cutest, with the cutest pussy ever. You were too fucked out to process what he said though. Your eyes were rolling back, tongue starting to fall out of your mouth. Kirishima just let out a small chuckle, “Feeling too good to respond, huh?” But as he just said, you were.
He was hitting directly on your g-spot and that paired with it being your first time and him rubbing your clit, you were basically brain dead. You couldn’t even tell him you were close, but that’s okay, he could tell, “You’re clenching around me, sugar. You gonna cum? Huh? Gonna make a mess on my cock? Go ahead, whore. Cum on daddy’s cock.” That was what was did it for you, and in mere seconds you were cumming around his cock. He let out a loud moan, his cock twitching inside of you at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, “Fuck, sweetie. I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up, your pussy’s gonna be dripping with my cum.” He gripped your hips tight and came inside of you, both of you letting out the prettiest moans as he did so. He pulled out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. He chuckled and went to push it back in, as he did so you whined.
“Okay okay, fine, you’ve had enough, huh?” he leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’ll get you cleaned up then we can cuddle, yeah?” He left and came back, cleaning you up with a cloth before cleaning himself up, then getting in bed with you, pulling you to his chest. He kissed your forehead, “You did so good for me, baby.” You smiled dumbly and drifted off to sleep on his chest.
The next morning when you woke up, he was gone. No indication that he was ever there, aside from a note on your nightstand that said, “Text me and we can do that again sometime ;)” You were a bit disappointed that he left, but you would definitely be taking him up on his offer of doing it again sometime. Everyone was right, he was a fuck boy, but damn was he a hot one.
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💛 May/June fic rec list 💛
Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson 🎸
🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark
MULTI PART
Eddie’s wish by @harrywavycurly
Cruel summer(fuckboy!Eddie) 🔥🗡 by @eiightysixbaby
Baby, as if(the flashback)(mechanic/drugdealer!eddie) ☁️ by @carolmunson
Love language five(dad!eddie x mom!reader) ☁️ by @carolmunson
Eddie from Chili’s(waiter!Eddie) ☁️ (Part 1 | Part 2)
Conchise(cowboy!Eddie) by @deadboyfriendd
Between four walls(alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader) 🔥 by @mysticmunson
Do you feel it? 🕷️ by @thepastdied
ONE SHOTS
Prompt: Eddie, enemies to lovers, ‘swallow’ 🔥 by @whoahoney
Eddie wearing grey sweatpants 🔥 by @dearest-readers
Dark!Eddie 🔥🕷️ by @mypoisonedvine
Dark!Eddie 🔥🕷️ by @mypoisonedvine
BLURBS
Movie night ☁️ by @silent-stories
The best babysitter ☁️ by @silent-stories
Prompt: Gaze(extremely hot, fluffy smut) 🔥☁️ by @newlips
Eddie gets introduced to your cat ☁️ by @myosotisa
Small bites masterlist by @carolmunson
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