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holykillercake · 3 years

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Emergency Light

ᴋᴏʙʏ x ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

word count: 2.6k

summary:

Female reader developed a crush on Koby since he stood up against Akainu in Marineford. Someday at a party at the marine´s, you get drunk, too drunk. Koby takes you to your room before a disaster happens. You two get stuck in the elevator while everyone is busy partying.

highlight: You wondered if they were training kamikaze marines now.

warning: 1. ¨Do not press random buttons.¨ - LAW, Trafalgar; 2. Trafalgar Law is not part of this story, but his wise words are worth of quotation.

notes: *knock knock* Hi, guys! After a terrible writing block, I finally finished @pure-kirarin´s lovely lovely request, which I used as summary since it was really good! I really hope you like it! <3 A little disclaimer! At some point, the ¨too drunk¨ part vanished from my brain, so our reader is just... drunk, hahaha.

𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖!

¨Y/N-san!¨

You were wiping a sweat drop from your forehead when the pink-haired boy appeared beside you, offering an isotonic drink and a warm smile.

You did your best to hide the tiny heart attack you had.

¨Koby-san!¨ you shouted, smiling awkwardly. ¨Oh... is it for me?¨

¨Of course! You have been working really hard these days.¨

¨Thanks.¨ you took the drink from his hands. The heat and condensation caused a layer of cold sweat to wrap the bottle. ¨I just don´t know why they are making us help prepare this party. They have a team for this, Koby-san! Besides, we´re Captains now.¨ you pouted the last bit.

¨Yeah...¨ he scratched the back of his neck. ¨well, at least we get to spend some time together!¨

¨I know, I just-¨ you stopped talking as his words processed in your brain.

You felt your blood vessels dilating on your cheeks, leaving a hot sensation on your face.

Perhaps he was just being polite, or maybe you were making a big deal out of this, but you couldn´t help. You have been fond of him for a while now, and you couldn't stop that involuntary reaction of your body when he said such lovely things.

Koby realized the words that came out of his mouth, and the scene that followed made even your spirit giggle. His eyes opened wide, and you could almost feel his throat running dry with all his stuttering.

If that was a blushing competition, you would be down to the second place.

¨W-We´ve been on separate missions for ten months, right? I m-mean... and it´s not dangerous or anything, and-¨

¨Yeah, you´re right, Koby-san.¨ a smitten smile blossomed on your lips, and you tried to hide it by sipping the refreshing drink.

As stated by the boy, you had spent almost a year in different locations of the Grand Line, leading missions of your own. That was the kind of thing you had to do as promoted Captains.

You had no idea where Koby ended up going. These subjects could not be discussed over snail transponders, just for precaution. In fact, you barely spoke to him during this time. There were only a few nights when you would exchange coded messages.

Since you became Captains, your tasks have kept you apart for much longer than before. You couldn't help but miss him and wonder how he must be doing during those times.

You have already met thousands of Marines. Some even stronger and more agile than him, but no one had his willpower. You would put your hands on the fire for that.

Whenever you felt unmotivated or helpless, the memory of the boy standing up against Sakazuki, putting his life on the line to honor his fallen comrades made your blood burn hotter.

He did what no one else had the guts to do.

Too blinded by the bloodshed, in the end, the number of casualties made it clear that accomplishing the task was no reason to celebrate.

When the sole of your shoes stained with blood and the blade of your sword sliced through anyone who didn´t wear the justice symbol on their back, you questioned if the Marines had finally lost their purpose.

You should be civilized and do justice, but not at the expense of soldiers who had families to return to. If the target had already been eliminated, why were you still fighting?

A chill ran down your spine when, for the first time, you looked up and faced the massacre. It was as if before, you could look at everything and, at the same time, see nothing.

If Koby hadn´t stood up at that moment, you wouldn´t be here today. Maybe for leaving, maybe for dying. But his act of braveness and courage returned a bit of your hope.

You wanted to see how far he could go, and hopefully, you would be by his side.

Before, you used to watch him, along with his colleague Helmeppo, getting beat up and beat up by Garp and always put himself back on his feet.

You wondered if they were training kamikaze marines now.

From your room, you had a perfect view of the training circuit, so you could see the cycle repeating itself over and over again. Boys, seduced by the idea of absolute justice, strength, and power to fight bad guys, came to Marineford willing to prove their worth. They would fall a few times before the sparkle in their eyes started to fade.

Eventually, they would fade too.

Those boys, however, fell and fell, being punched to a pulp, then patched back together only to suffer on Garp´s hands again. Watching them became your late-night entertainment, and seeing their improvements and growth turned out to warm your heart.

At some point, you were assigned to be their opponent, and from that moment on, your days became brighter. They would share the craziest stories and tell the funniest jokes. Or not so much tell jokes. They were naturally clumsy and fun.

Although, if you could choose, you would prefer to spend more time with Koby. Nothing against Helmeppo, he was just too much sometimes. But apparently, they came in a two-for-one pack.

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It has been only a few hours since the party started and you reached the jackpot. You had taken all your frustrations on alcohol and rice cakes, and it showed.

Every ten seconds, the memory of what you wanted to do disappeared, and that was somehow hilarious, making you explode in laughter and cause commotions. So for every ten seconds during the first hours, one of the last remaining sober in the enclosure had tiny cardiac arrests.

Everyone was drunk enough to have a good time without causing any trouble. But the detail worth mentioning was that your party had started a little earlier, under the statement that you needed a little incentive to help you through the night.

It meant that your energetically loud phase was close to reaching its end, giving place for your sleepy and distracted persona. Your eyes felt heavier by the second, light dizziness fogging your brain, but it felt relaxing.

¨You know Koby is a type of meat?¨ you said, resting your chin on the table and giggling to yourself.

¨Y/N-san, I-I don´t think that´s the name of it.¨ his face turned red as he shifted on the cushion, adjusting his posture.

¨Ugh, you´re so nervous Koby, you should relax.¨ you sang the last syllable. ¨Look at Meppo, he´s relaxing.¨

Your lips bent in a goofy smile as you watched your comrades building an okaki tower on Helmeppo´s head. The blonde had passed out on the table a few minutes earlier, too exhausted and drunk. He looked so peaceful in his sleep that a yawn escaped your mouth, catching Koby´s attention.

¨Y/N-san, you should go to bed already. Y-You look tired.¨ his voice trembled when he took sight of your sparkling but sleepy eyes, rosy face, and messy hair.

¨Hmm, no... I´m still good.¨

Another yawn.

¨Come, I can walk you to your room before you relax like Helmeppo.¨

Your brain was working in slow motion, so by the time you thought of answering him, your grip was already tight in his. A little tighter than necessary, but you were afraid your wobbly legs would cease, and honestly, he didn't object at all.

The air outside the salon made your nostrils hurt within every breath, not because it was freezing cold but because the alcohol made your body run hotter than usual. Your ears felt like they were clogged, but that was merely the tingling silence on the empty hall.

When he guided you inside of the elevator and pressed the corresponding button to your floor, your gasp, which echoed through the narrow walls, made Koby jump back, scanning for any sign of danger.

¨Oh my God, look at this, Koby!¨

He watched you walk closer to the panel, completely mesmerized. ¨Uh... what, Y/N-san?¨

¨Wow! They never did this before!¨ you shouted, falling on your knees and leaning in like a child on an ice cream shop showcase.

The boy kept staring at you, who pressed the buttons in a row with shimmering eyes. What was in that saké?

¨They never did...?¨

¨Look!¨ you clicked some more. ¨When I press the buttons... they light up!¨

A moment of silence fell upon the two of you, and although Koby always felt comfortable in your presence, he wasn´t sure what to do now.

You, on the other hand, didn´t seem to mind, too focused on your groundbreaking discovery.

¨Y/N-san, they have always...¨

¨This is so cool!¨

¨Y/N-san... I don´t think you should...¨

¨What does this one do-¨

A loud shriek escaped your mouth when the shaking of the elevator took you off balance, making your butt meet the floor in a thump. The lights flashed a few times before everything in your sight was pitch black.

You heard Koby call your name, asking if you were hurt, but all you could do was hold still, fearing for your life. The alcohol made the bouncing feel like a devastating earthquake.

¨Y/N-san!¨ you felt light pats on your shoes. ¨Are you ok? I can´t see anything!¨

Koby crawled on the floor, using your foot as a way to locate you.

¨Koby, stop moving.¨ you whispered, but he seemed not to hear, lost in his rumbles. ¨Koby, stop moving!. We´re going to fall.¨

¨Wh-no! Y/N-san, are you hurt?¨

¨No, I don´t think so.¨ you answered, head swirling and heart racing in your chest.

¨Y/N-san, did you press the emergency button?¨

¨No!¨ you stopped for a second, failing to hold your drunken giggles for yourself. ¨But that´d be a great idea right now. I think I remember where it is!¨

You twisted your body towards the panel, ignoring Koby´s attempts to stop you, and started to touch the many buttons, searching for the emergency one.

Click.

Click, click, click.

¨It´s not worki-¨ you squealed when the elevator struck again, piercing sound of creaking metal cooling every disc in your spine.

¨Y/N-san, please stop pressing the buttons!¨ Koby cried.

The feeling was too strange. You felt everything rocking slightly, no light was coming in, and the adrenaline made it difficult for you to calm down and adapt to the darkness.

Your breathing had already become irregular and heavier when the emergency light turned on. It was dim and greenish but better than nothing.

¨Oh, no.¨ he said.

¨No, no. Don´t say oh, no.¨ You shook your head.

¨Y/N-san, that´s the emergency light.¨

¨Yeah, so...?¨

¨So the elevators are not a priority now.¨

¨And that´s bad...?¨

¨Well, yes, because the energy is being used somewhere else.¨

You stared at him for a few seconds. All of his words made total sense, and in a normal situation, you would be able to handle it without further complications.

¨Koby, I don´t know if you´re getting somewhere...¨

¨Y/N-san, there was probably a problem with the generators, and they had to redirect the energy consumption.¨ you nodded, starting to connect some dots in your head. ¨I think they are sending everything to the kitchen beca-¨

¨Wait.¨ you said with a terrified expression painted all over your face. ¨We´re stuck?¨

He saw the panic grow in your eyes.

¨Y-Yes. B-But it should be back soon, don´t worry. Someone will come.¨

You remained in silence for the first hour, mainly because you kept falling asleep.

Little by little, the effects of the alcohol on your body began to cease and your temperature to cool down. Added to that, the darker the night fell, the chillier it got. So at some point, you couldn´t sleep anymore because your bones wouldn´t stop shivering.

Koby handed you his coat as soon as he took notice of your discomfort.

¨No, you don´t have to-¨

¨Y/N-san, you´ll end up getting sick.¨ he spoke, leaning a bit forward so you could take the piece of clothing.

¨Thanks.¨

A huge smile rose on your lips when the coat fell on your shoulders. It was incredibly warm and had his soothing laundry fresh smell.

Maybe with a hint of meat from the party.

It served you like a cape, so you pulled the collars closer to your body and curled up to retain the warmth. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel like it was him.

That granted you another nap.

Still, after about twenty minutes, something woke you up. This time it was a sneeze from Koby, who leaned against the wall, hugging his legs close to his body.

Guilt hit you right in the guts.

You crawled towards him, gently poking his leg.

¨Koby-san...¨

He raised his head and mumbled something you didn't understand. Maybe he asked if you were ok.

¨I... I´m still a little cold... c-can I sit by your side?¨

¨Uh? Yes, of course.¨ he shifted on the same spot, only to return to the previous position.

His voice was a little nasal and rasped, probably from the cold. You hoped he wouldn´t get a sore throat.

The coat became a blanket that you used to cover both of your legs, although he made sure you had gotten the bottom end since it had more fabric.

¨Are you feeling better, Y/N-san?¨

¨I am, thank you.¨ you whispered.

¨Y-You can lay on my shoulder... if you want.¨

You smiled and did as he suggested, curling up closer to him. It took you very little to fall asleep once you rested your head on his shoulder. His body began to feel warmer, and he even asked if you wanted to hook your arm with his to maintain warmth.

Using the last bit of boldness provided by the saké, you reached for his hand. You had this sensation, deep down, that the feelings you carried for him were reciprocated. But you could deal with this some other time. For now, you focused on calming down the fireworks inside of your chest.

[EXTRA SCENE]

A roaring noise followed by a ray of light fished you out of whatever dreams you were having. You pulled the blanket up to cover your eyes and snuggled deeper into the warm body in front of you.

Nothing crossed his mind at that moment. All you wanted to do was get rid of the light and have a few more hours to sleep. However, a sound like a throat clearing caught your attention.

You blinked a few times, images of last night taking form in your memory. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was you leaning against Koby.

I must have slipped to the floor at some point.

Your hands were wrapped in a turquoise fabric, and it didn't take long for you to realize that the fabric was wrapped around someone.

Koby's scarf.

Koby!

You ended up lying in front of each other, sharing his uniform. Your face a few centimeters from his chest.

After yawning a couple of times, you opened a distance to look at him.

His face was wrinkled, brows furrowed, and lips turned into a pout. The round glasses were no longer on his head, and the bandana, like his hair, was frowzy.

So adorable.

A louder throat clearing made you turn your head. The groggy smile on your lips disappeared instantly with the image of the elevator repairer, Garp, and dozens of other marines staring at the two of you.

#one piece #oneshot #opfanfic #Marines #Koby #koby x reader #coby?#sakazuki #sengoku #monkey d garp #helmeppo

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onf-headcanons · 4 years

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Another OFFICE AU aka CEO AU

A/n : Alas its not draft clearing but a brand new work for 2021 (but i still have some drafts as well)XD Hello, did any of you remember an idea dump I dropped for last year Christmas? you could easily guess which was it by tallying the mood board with the idea lists (*winks)

Setting :

1. OFFICE AU 2 , it is a brand new one where ONF member is a young CEO while you are his secretary. So I will name this one as CEO AU

Of course it does not hurt should you wanna imagine it as the already exist office au, using the idea dump posted for 2020 Christmas.

2. ONF MEMBER that I will integrate would be Hyojin and Seungjun as mentioned during the Christmas post, but I wont stop you for imagining other members, thats why in headcanons I will use ONF MEMBER instead their names. (For member X reader scenario)

3. In this headcanon, reader is slightly older than ONF member, maybe 2 or 3 years older. Same age is plausible, then it would be ONF member continued their studies further so they started working late.

ok lets go, beware its long and sorry if it is messy I tried my best to control 2 way storyline, I had fun writing but I know I am lacking much much more than I could notice. total 6k word count (dies)

1-1

• You work as assistant/secretary for the head of department/CEO in company before the young successor joins and his predecessor retires. • Because you tend to separate work life and private life, you established personality to look like ice queen on the outside (reality) but actually passionate carer on the inside (virtually). None of your colleagues knew, only your close friends • You have been using a chat app (not tinder type) for since you started intern, • 1. That app's specialty was anonymous. • 2. Its like a hideout spot where you can share and post whatever you love. (Because there are some co-workers added your FB or Insta and you felt it is a hassle to create another fake account exclusively to add people) • 3. Even though you tried and failed at 1 or 2 virtual relationships with other users, you never despise the thought of online dating. But you do know it’s not realistic so you never take it too seriously (it is also self-protection) • You would post some photos but mostly are just lunch pics, occasionally an outdoor view from your office floor, also some cute stationaries or accessories found on the way back home. (Just adding this trivia for fun linking the universe, maybe you pass by Minkyun’s flower shop as well?) • (It will be funny if your contents was more on sharing random idol pics that you follow, passionately promoting it hence creating a more impact contrast later when revealing) • One day you came across a post asking about what kind of cologne to buy for a predecessor who will be retiring. Being a good Samaritan, you leave a few suggestions under the post and did not really take it to heart, you forgot about it once you see the original author replied "Thanks" • Not knowing that 1 interaction would change your life forever.

1-2 • The next day, your superior announced his retirement and mentioned a young successor will join the company next month. And ONF member being the young successor does make rumors flying around the company, making people questioning his ability as he is related to company board of directors. The department you are in is under top 5 sales/profit bringing, so with a young successor would be inexperienced which might lead to drop of department reputation of course people are going to worry and gossip. • First impression with ONF member is actually ok. Well dressed, good looking and nice manners. The moment he followed his predecessor walks into the office floor, girls starts to make all sorts of gasping noises (lol) • Your superior mentioned that he bought a retirement gift for your superior deep down you approved at the selection of the cologne brand. • You might goes, this guy got sense, not bad. • One night after several days ONF member joined the department/company, you received a PM from a user, thanking you for the cologne recommendation. It took you a while to remember who it was. You politely replied him “You are welcome.” • The user also nonchalantly asked about how you can make such suggestion that pinpoints because by the glance at your profile, first impression could be very much misleading. • You just replied that you happened to know someone at that age who likes that type of scent hence the list of suggestions, what you did was just you taking the liberty to do a lucky guess. • Out of curiosity, you tap at the stranger’s avatar to get a glimpse of his profile, but out of your disappointment, there were no picture of his to know what he looks like. But there are pictures of scenery from places he travelled. • You also noticed that their “joined the app” days are way lesser than you are, quite a new user. • You found a few pictures of places you went before/ places that you want to go. Delighted, you started the conversation asking if he likes travelling and his next travel plans. • The other party replied briefly his plans and his experience during travels, from his words you know that he won’t be travelling overseas for the next 2 years as he had a new job and responsibility to learn. Instead he will be focusing on doing domestic travels. • His words made you reminisce your rookie days and you responded him that you understand him with empathy. You did not pry further but you do give him some encouragement, telling him that things will get better and once he got the hang of it, he will have more time on his own. (Yup at the moment you are thinking he is a freshman or newbie joining new company) • You timidly ask your new chat friend why they decided to join and use the app. He replied, “I don’t really play social media apps and I don’t want anyone to find me online, the anonymous system this app provides mental security for me.” • The reply was so different from those who are playing the app just for flirting and finding a quick date, you replied him, “Same as you.” • The conversation ends by the other party mentions he will need to be early for work and politely wishes you good night. The next morning you found the stranger has added you as friend, without any thoughts you tap on your screen and now you have a new mutual.

1-3 • Back to office, as ONF member is still new towards his scope of work, you would sometimes giving him advise and guides by sharing “What would his predecessor does.” or “What he can do by not violating company policy”. He takes advises well and would always inquire for your suggestion before making any critical decision. • Once he started to get the hang of it, you passed the torch of freedom to him because you are only a secretary/assistant. But he will still come to you, which you felt he was being dependent. (I feel if it is Minkyun, he will be more dependent should the scope of work is totally unfamiliar to him. Tendency of dependent to independent would be Seungjun, Hyojin, Yuto same par as Jaeyoung, Changyoon then Minkyun.) • (Of course sometimes there are some doubt raised regarding to policies and because he sees things in another perspective, you know he meant no harm but sometimes you wish he would just shut up and just follow the policy just for convenience sake+lessen damage. That’s because should any dissatisfaction of decision happens, colleagues will firstly come to interrogate you, hoping you to twist his decision or questioning your ability to lessen the damage done towards merit they/the department holds. AND YOU HATE PLAYING THOSE POWER MIND GAMES, even though the image you impose looked like you are skilled player.) • So there is some sense that being strict is you are trying hard to protect him and protecting yourself. • BTW ONF member, your new superior has a bright personality unlike his predecessor (huge reason is due to the age factor), even though inexperienced in work, he has good be friending skills. So people in the department felt it was less stressful working under him because he would do small talk with his underlings. (This hc is not suitable for Changyoon and Yuto during the beginning, due to their personality they would try but not suddenly initiating small talks on the first week joining.) • IT WILL BE FUNNY IF SOME FEMALE COLLEAGUE TOOK PITY ON HIM BY MENTIONING/GOSSIPING THAT YOU ARE TOO STRICT AGAINST HIM • Its not that you hate him or he does not have the ability to do his work, it’s just when he is standing on the opposing side against company policy it troubles you. • Every time when things like this happens, you would low-key complains by posting status on the chat app, mentioning you don’t hope for an understanding but you would hope those who are not in your shoes would shut up. Your mutuals mostly are office workers as well so resonates with your words. • Your new friend leaves a comment underneath the post you asking if you are doing alright, and hope you do not stress yourself too much. You thanked him for the mental support. • He will even PM you asking if you are doing alright, most of the time you don’t want to lose your cool plus you don’t think it is wise to abruptly rant towards a stranger as if they are emotional sandbag, so you will politely thank him and say that you are alright now. • Since you and your new friend work on the day, you two chat during the night and weekend, getting to know each other in a very casual pace. A bit of child hood and you both also shared your majors in studies. He told you that he used to study at overseas and he picked up hobby of travelling around a bit during those days. • You never turn on the app during lunch (to avoid people finding out) but your new friend does send you some messages during lunchtime. • As you and the new friend get to know each other, there has a few things in common, you two like talking about travels and you two read works by the same author • By the way the new friend is a he. You two are using ID names the whole time during chatting, because you have told him that you are not comfortable giving and knowing each other’s real name. He understands and respects that. • And you confirmed that he is slightly younger than you. Which you replied to him, “Oh my superior is same age as you.” • This new friend gives you a calm and mature vibe even though he is same age as your new superior. You could not help yourself but comparing. • The other party goes: “Wow, he must be a very successfully accomplished youngster.” • You go: “Nah, other than his outgoing personality that brings freshness to the department, he still got lots to learn.” • Your new friend then continues, “Your new superior is a lucky one, I can confidently say that because I have an excellent senior who would always look out for me.” • You respond, “Then you better treat them well.” • And he goes “Of course.”

1-4

• Work is as usual, possible you unintentionally eavesdropping and caught ONF member saying towards you (even better backing you up when some junior colleagues are reverse gossiping about you) : You know, Y/N might look cold and stern sometimes but actually a kind and gentle person. Y/N would always give out advice for the sake of the department/ company. • Cues you would fluster a bit by those words. • A few days later you are done briefing your superior their schedule. And ONF member suddenly ask if you are free for dinner. It’s already his 4th month in the company and wanted to properly thank you for guiding him with patience and prudence. • At first you wanted to decline him because you don’t want to deal with work related stuff after office hours, ALSO you don’t want anyone to start weird gossips. • Another reason is you don’t want to talk about yourself too much in front of your superior. Heck you even avoid your colleague’s invitations for dinner because you value your “me time” very much. • But looking at his anticipating face, you got soft and agreed that a coffee would suffice. ONF member smiles at you suggest both of you to have coffee right now at Starbucks next to your company building. You are free to choose whatever drink you like. • Before both of you leave the room. And then you heard a familiar notification sound, you thought your heart is going to stop, that is the notification sound from the chat app you are using. You did not have your phone with you so it was obvious the sound comes from ONF member’s phone. • And that was a notification alert of the system has found someone nearby and presented to the user. It got you curious and worried at the same time. • At Starbucks, ONF member had to answer a call, so you ordered his drink as well. • Later you see him start replying messages while waiting for orders to be done. You wanted to have a peek at his user name but you are a few steps away and your instinct told you better don’t do that. What if it is already someone you already know? • “Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” You tell yourself. • Once you are at your desk, you took some deep breath to calm yourself and try to remember if you recalled wrongly but truth is you are accurate. You hurriedly checked you phone, there were no new messages and you are sure you have turned off location visibility. Lucky for you it was never turned on to begin with. • You also kind of worried if your superior actually has a “fun” lifestyle after office hours. But, it’s hard to relate him to a playboy image when he looked like a friendly good boy. You shake your head and deny yourself. • “If (ONF member name) uses that app then I will need to be more careful.” you thought while sipping the frappe. So back at home, you started to alter all posts’ visibility to “Visible for mutuals only”. Took you nearly a whole night but better safe than sorry.

1-5 • More weeks pass by peacefully but one day a conflict happened between you and ONF member and some colleagues/minor members of the board. He went ahead to announce that he decides (had a thought) to run a campaign/new rule (maybe a budget cut). The moment he finished his sentences, you know the seniors will not be happy with it. • Later after meeting, you politely confront with ONF member that he should discuss with you before announcing it on meeting. Plus, announcing without any advance preparation will put him and you in an awkward position as verbal announcement are not persuasive enough. Of course you are also worried that people might use this issue to tackle and exploit the cons of both of you being inexperience and young. • “With all due my respect, Mr.(ONF member name), it will be nice if you could discuss with me before dropping that bomb at the meeting.” you try not to sound fierce but your tone clearly does not sound you are cool with his actions at all. • “And later having you lecture me and stop me? You do know it was for the good of the company too right?” He retorts like usual • “Yes but no.” you try to fight back. “ It’s not that easy, there are people need to be dealt with and I don’t think you--” • Before you could finish, ONF member says with an eyebrow raised, “You don’t think I can handle it, because I am still unexperienced.” • You unconsciously frown and thinking, why is he suddenly trying to pick a fight deliberately today? Why is he suddenly trying to piss off seniors in the department/company? • ONF member then with firm tone, gives you suggestion, “Should you have anyone come to you and complain, tell them that you knew nothing at all and request them to talk to me directly instead.” • “I am the CEO, not you.” He adds. • You could not help but sigh, knowing there is not point arguing because he is not going to back down. And deep down you do know the new rule/budget cut will do more merit than harm. (Your focus is more on how deal with seniors employees not him for now because seniors are more pain in the ass compared to him) • But still there are people come to you and bug you while you are working and you can’t tell them to leave you alone hence it stresses you out. • You escape to the bathroom taking your phone with you and vents out at the app by posting a status mentioning you are just trying to do your job and wants a peaceful work days. • You also come across seeing your new friend posting a status prior your meeting time, it’s a photo of frappe you recommended him to try it out. He is thanking you for recommending it. • You could not help but feeling a bit jealous, should your title and work scopes are different/ should you are just normal employee rather than a CEO’s secretary, you might not need to face these kind of stress. • “Guess you have to bear what you signed up for huh?” you thought to yourself after 15 minutes cooling yourself down. • You switched your mind set and step out from bathroom. Returning to your place with your usual ice cold face. You are trying hard not to show that you are weak against stress. You are too immersed at people coming at you asking you questions, without knowing ONF member actually observing you with concerned gaze from his room. • That night, you receive a PM from your new friend asking if you are doing ok, as you never sound that upset before. He said he can lent an ear so you can tell him what happened. You spare him all the intricate details and tell him briefly that your superior made a mess and you need to clean it up also back his plan no matter you like it or not. • The whole progress he did not interrupt you nor tried to tell you what you should do, he let you type all the way until you finished. Once you are done, you asked, “I don’t know what might be up in his sleeves that it’s inconvenient for me to know beforehand but... Isn’t he a jerk, putting me into an awkward situation?” • Your friend backs you up and agrees with you that matters should be discussed, and critiques your superior actually could trust you more. • You thanked your friend for letting you to rant and mentioned you have accepted the fate because of the title and responsibility you hold in the company. That’s being professional and mature in office. • The other party replied that even if that is the case, he hope you don’t stresses yourself too much as it seems your new superior still needs your guidance and support. • You playfully replies, “Well I am not his babysitter XD, he will need to face a lot of issues by his own someday.” • “Why is that?” • “Well I can’t always be by his side though? I might get married and resign.” you reveal your future plans to your new friend, “Moreover, even I don’t resign, I might take pregnancy leave though?” • The other party comments, “I never thought you had that planned out.” • And he continues, “Your profile gives out the ‘I love my job so much.’ vibe” • You then back up your point by saying you do want that plan to work but too bad you are single now, so of course you are going to focus on your job more. Plus, you do not plan to find a partner in work place anyways. • The new friend leaves more supportive words and hoping it will cheer you up. By the end of the conversation, he also offers that you can come to him and rant should you need an ear. • You grin at his words and felt warm towards his actions. Rarely any of your mutual actually PM to check up on you. “Maybe he was just being nice.” you thought before you wish him good night.

1-6 • The next day, you are being summoned by your superior the first thing in the morning. He passes you a pile of documents and requests you to go through it. It a proposal regarding to the budget cut/new rule and he hope you can be his ally. His gaze is not as firm as yesterday, but it’s more of seeking approval and acknowledgement from you. • You let out a sigh and mutters, “You know, should you have hand this to me beforehand the situation won’t be that ugly.” And then you start to flip the pages. • “Sorry.” He apologizes. “But I really want to make it work. It’s also a handover work by my predecessor.” • “You look up upon him too much, ONF member, he is a sly fox just like the other seniors.” You do not mean to back stab but you are telling the truth. “Has it never come to your mind why he did not initiate the plan when he is here and requested you to initiate it when he is gone?” • “I know. But this move is going to benefit the company; I am willing to bear responsibility.” ONF member adds • You stop reading and look at your superior in the eye, “You better hope this work though, I don’t want my 5 months effort of guiding you goes to waste. And I hate the idea that I need to re- adjust my pace with a new superior.” • ONF member gets your intentions behind your words; he swiftly stands up from his chair and thanked you. “I owe you big one, Y/N. Another cup of coffee to thank you for reals?” • “No thanks, I will be busy. Next time.” You feel uncomfortable because the social distance between you two seems shortened, so you politely decline. • Luckily the whole budget cut/new rule policy worked out fine and by year end, benefits shows. You and ONF member can finally relax a bit knowing that you both have won the fight.

1-7 • Meanwhile, you did not stop interacting with your recent favourite friend. As you two got to know each other even more, both of you chat almost every day during the night. He never bores you and he can understand most of the topic you bring up. You are amazed that how can someone has so many things in common? • It spikes your curiosity and you ask him if a wonderful person like him has a partner in real life. He answers you that he is single, just like you are. • (You thought he is lying because he is such a nice guy, but of course you do tell yourself not to 100 percent trust everyone online) • Then he asks your opinion about online virtual dating. You honestly told him about your experience. But you added that even though you failed twice/thrice, you are not against it. • And that moment, you don’t know what has gotten into you, you playfully type, “You are asking my opinion on that as if you are preparing yourself” • “Prepare for what?” he asks • “To get yourself an online girlfriend.” You reply. • His respond reads, “Yes I am.” • “That’s wonderful. That girl you will be confessing is a lucky one.” • “Yea, indeed you are.” • You pause for a moment when you saw the message. • “Wait, you serious? ME??” you quickly send him the message because you thought should you hesitate longer, the mood will turn awkward. • He replies you by sending you a heart emoji. • You give a quick thought, well it is interesting chatting with him and he does seem nice. Plus, it’s online anyway, you could call it off should he becomes toxic and annoying like your previous experiences. • “I wasn’t sure if you are ok with someone like me. “He continues. “I am fine if you want to call it off should you found someone in real life later on.” • “Don’t be silly, that should be my line.” You retort him. • And then you have it, another secret. You have an online boyfriend now. You both even declared each other as a pair of soulmate publicly on the app. But you two did not exchange selfies, keeping the relationship virtual and anonymous. • However you two always share interesting stuffs happen on daily. New book, new cd, a random shot of a puppy or cat you met on the street. • Also before year end, you overheard girl colleagues gossiping about your superior has a girlfriend now; you are not interested at his private life so you just let it slide. • But you did briefly mention it to your boyfriend. Not in a gossip tone, more of a life update share. • Of course there are some girl colleagues that are ok with you comes to you, hoping you leak some information about ONF member’s rumoured girlfriend. But of course you know nothing at all, leaving them with disappointed answer. • Fast forward to the week before Valentine’s Day. It is also 10th month since ONF member joins the company. • Out of the sudden, your online boyfriend suggests you two to meet up. You are not against it, and it’s not like you never met anyone you know from the app. Thinking why not knowing a new friend in real life, you agreed his offer. (Also because you are curious what he looks like so that you can understand why he was single before dating you) • You even inquired his preference in chocolate and promise bringing him some on official first date. • Your boyfriend thanks you and suggests a place for dinner. You knew that place, it’s expensive and you could not help but wondering if he is trying hard to match you. (You still thinks he is just a normal employee in a company) • But, your boyfriend only replies: “Don’t worry, it is the perfect spot, I could not think of others that are suitable to our taste.” • You can only acknowledge it because you don’t want to have an argument to blow up but deep down you could not help yourself to start doubting again. • “It’s going to be Ok, right?” you question your decision, but it’s too late.

1-8 • On Valentine’s Day, younger female colleagues in your office give out chocolate treats to younger male colleagues as friendship presents, some of course using the occasion to confess. • You don’t have the habit of presenting chocolate treats as a token of friendship appreciation at the office. But you are giving your date chocolate treat later; you hid yours in your bag carefully scared of being teased should anyone saw it. • ONF member gets some too. One female colleague even teases him if he is going to get chocolate from his girlfriend. And ONF member replies that he might get it later that night. • Of course ONF member will asks you for chocolate treat with an innocent face, you just bluntly tell him that you don’t have the habit to give out chocolate treats, he only pouts after listening to your respond. • By the way today you unintentionally changed your makeup (lipstick or eyeshadow). No one dared to make any comments but not your superior, ONF member. • He goes: “Y/N ah? Did something good happen on you? Are you going to a date tonight?” • You are typing quick report and his words caught you off guard. You flinched at his words. Hoping ONF member did not notice, you quickly lied by telling him simply ran out of your usual makeup colour. • But your superior teases you a bit, “Aww, I was hoping I could attend your wedding in near future. “ • You have gotten used to his socializing pattern, so you counter him by asking if he is going to bring his girlfriend to have a nice dinner at a grand restaurant. • And to your surprise, he revealed the place he will be having dinner with his partner. It’s the same place where you are heading to later. He had a special room booked exclusively for tonight’s date. • “Oh, Oh… Have fun and enjoy your dinner.” You force yourself to break a smile. • ONF member only smirks at you and gives you a few pats on your shoulders and says he will have an unforgettable night before returning to his room. Leaving you questioning the meaning of his actions that are unpredictable but also definitely intentional. • Of course you had a quick thought asking your boyfriend if it is possible to change location, you could not bring yourself to ask as you are worried you might sound rude/arrogant trying to change plans on the last minute. You deduced that since ONF member will be having dinner in a room, you might not going to bump into him. You and your boyfriend can just finish dinner quickly. • You could not have that bother you too much time because you need to finish your report so that you can leave on time. Once it reaches the end of office hours, the others started to leave. You made up a plan to leave after ONF member leaves the office. You keep raising your gaze to have a slight peek towards your superior’s room. • Seeing him finally standing up from his chair and adjusting his suit. You can tell he is finally leaving. He passes through your desk and asks, “Y/N ah, please don’t tell me you are planning to work overtime during this special day?” • You only smiles and tell him you are going to finish soon, “Don’t you have a dinner to attend?” you remind him without looking at him, acting as if you are typing the remaining contents of your report. • “Yea I do. See ya.” ONF member waves you goodbye. • You leave the office after 10 minutes. (As for method of transport to the restaurant, I will leave it to your choice.)

1-9 • You reach the building of the restaurant. You let out a sigh, hesitating to step in nonchalantly knowing ONF member is inside there as well. The least thing you definitely do not want to happen is ONF member finding you having a dinner date tonight. It’s embarrassing and it will break the balance of your work and private life. • While you are pacing in front of the building with hesitation, you receive a chat notification from the app. You open it and it was your boyfriend, notifying you that he has arrived, and he reminds you the restaurant located at 38th floor. • You nervously bite your lower lip knowing it’s too late and it is rude of you to cancel the date on last minute. He was a decent person to chat with and you don’t want to lose a good friend. You are blaming yourself for agreeing to attend this date too casually. And you also find yourself way too wary of your virtual boyfriend’s thoughts towards you should you now called him to cancel the date. • Then you heard a familiar voice called out your name and you turn your head towards the voice unconsciously. It’s ONF member, walking out from the building. You flustered and panicked by just imagining scenarios of him asking why you are here and other many more questions. • “OMG…. Shit shit shit….!” You cursed in your head, regretting your life decisions. Recalling the entire chat context between you two, this might be the worst thing ever to happen in your life. • He is grinning while reaching out to grasp your hand. You unintentionally try to back away from him but he was faster. You tried to pull your hand away but he pulls you toward him instead. You nearly bumped towards his chest. • “Y/N ah, I told you its 38th floor; you did not get my message?” ONF member asks as his smirks widens. • As he finished his words, you only look at the young guy in front of you with disbelief, processing his words. Seeing you froze due to the big plot twist, ONF member taps you on your forehead hoping to unfreeze you. • “It can’t be…You are (ONF member’s ID in the app)?! “You exclaim. • “Yeap.” He responds. • “Impossible…How?” you ask. “How did you know it was me?” • “At first I had my doubt when I first saw an old post of yours. You shot a sunset pic from our office floor by the window near the lift right?” he returns with another question. And man he is good at remembering details. • “Then I confirmed that it was you by the time I announced budget cut/new rules for the company/department. ” he explains • “I…” You could not bring yourself to say anything, but you are not an idiot, “(ONF member name), did you risked your reputation in the company just to find out a stranger’s real identity?” • “No, I did not, I swear. I initiated the plan to suddenly announce the budget cut because I want to find out which board seniors will make a move to cover up themselves, as requested from my predecessor.” He knows you well to sense that you are angry, and he quickly denied. “I only know it was you when I checked up on you. Since then I have been dropping so many hints for you to realize, but it seems like you are the dense one here.” • You can tell he is telling the truth. • “This is absurd…” you mutter while placing your hand on your forehead. • ONF member let out a sigh and he shifts behind you, places his hands on your shoulders then pushes you forward. “Come on, I am starving we can talk about it later, you did not had a decent meal during lunch as well right?” • He is right, you only had a mini croissant during lunchtime.

• You follow him without a word to the entrance of the building and enter the lift to 38th floor. ONF member has booked a nice room that both of you can enjoy the city’s night view.

1-10 • It was a luxurious dinner but you are not in the mood enjoying it. In fact you are so stressed that you could not even taste your food. You did not touch your dessert at all. • You only quietly trace the shape of wine glass in front of you while looking at the night view, hoping the night to pass quickly. • “You are not happy with me being your date, Y/N?” he suddenly asks. • You jolted and you finally look at him in the eye for the first time tonight. • “You startled me, I am still trying to grasp the situation here.” You reply him with a low voice, trying to act calm by casually bring your drink closer to you and hydrates your throat. • “Hey Y/N-ah, I know you mentioned before that you don’t like the idea of dating someone from the office, but…” his eyes are fixed on you. “I like you. Not just the virtual you, but also the real you.” • “I called you a jerk.” You know you should not bring it up, but you still did. • “Which I did act like one so, no hard feelings.” He accepted. “I am truly sorry about that, I was trying to prove myself way too hard.” • Now it got awkward since he apologized without any complaints. You don’t know what to say and avert your gaze again. • “You know, Y/N ah, when you are stressed, you tend to avoid other people’s eye contact. “he breaks the silence. “And you are doing that ever since you reached here.” • Upon hearing his words, you flinched and exchange eye contact with the young man sitting in front of you. • “And oh, and you flinch as well.” He adds, “Which is very adorable in my opinion.” • “(ONF member’s name), I …” you try to explain yourself but he cuts you off. • “It alright, you don’t have to push yourself, I have made you stressed out way too much today.” ONF member smiles at you while saying based on what he observed. • He finally stands up and offers to send you home. You could not decline him because you felt terribly sorry for ruining such as nice date. • “I am sorry, should it is another girl, it will be a terrific night for you.” You apologized before leaving his car. • “Don’t worry; it is an unforgettable night for me.” He responds with his usual smile. • Back at your place, you are frustrated that the night ended up in an awkward and weird way. You only noticed that you did not get to hand him the chocolate treats as promised. • You cannot sleep that night, gazing at the chocolate treats as you holding the package in your hands. You cannot tell if you messed up or you are lucky that he happened to like you. • You wanted to consult a random mutual of yours but you hesitated. Because at this point you are not sure if you actually have the full grasp on the situation. And you don’t want a biased reply. • “It’s just this boyfriend of yours happened to be him, I guess?” you murmur to yourself. But that did not clear up your mind enough for you to make any decision towards the situation. • Several days passed, ONF member did not send any message to you in the chat app. He acted like usual back in office, but it does not look like he has any intention to talk about what happen between you two either. • (The problem is you cannot look at him in the eye) • You are troubled if you should initiate the first move. It’s not like you hate him, you never did in the first place, it’s just he annoys you sometimes. • Then you overheard ONF member having small talk with colleagues, and they ask about his Valentine’s Day. He only replies it was an unforgettable night and he is glad that he is able to meet his girlfriend, it was better than never meeting her at all.

1-11 • From his words, you gain a bit of courage and decided to make your first move. • The next day you arrived at the office earlier than usual, you take out something from you bag and places small gift box on ONF member’s desk. The small box has a memo attached to it. • You hurried back to your desk, acted as if nothing happened while the office starts have more and more colleagues coming in. ONF member arrives later on and he greets you before heading in his room. • You take some quick glances, making sure ONF member notices your belated Valentine’s day gift. • He did noticed and read the memo you attached, then he made a confused look but he adjusts his facial expression immediately as he sees you stood up from your place. • You head to his office room to brief his morning schedule. Like usual, you step into his room, closes the door and starts the briefing. ONF member stares at you with a puzzled expression while sitting on his chair. • Once you done your part and you ask him if he has any schedules to add into the list, he places the gift box into your view and pushes it towards you. • “What do you mean by this?” he inquires. • “I promised you chocolate for Valentine’s day, sorry I was late.” You purposely answer him the wrong information. “ Don’t worry I made a brand new ones.” • “You know I meant this.” He pulls out the memo has his eyes fixed on you. • The memo wrote, “(ONF member’s ID), Let’s call it off --- (Your ID)” • “That’s how it is.” You tried not to break into a smile, you are getting your revenge and this is fun. “You are the one who said you are fine to call it off if either one of us found someone in real life right?” • ONF member pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering then he admits he did say that. • “Well you found someone in real life, so there is not point for us to continue virtual dating on the app anymore right?” you slightly let out a victorious smirk as you ask him. • ONF member finally gets what you mean and he let out a smile. He puts down the memo and pushes himself up from his chair and walks towards you. • Thankfully the design of his room is made up of walls, once the wooden door is closed; no one knows what happens inside. • “So, you are fine with us dating in real life then?” You can feel his breath as he is only one step away from you. This time you are not going to back away and you look at him straight in the eyes. • “I will need to adjust a bit. You have a problem with me being your girlfriend?” you reply with him with another question. • ONF member unconsciously let out another smile, he quickly hides it with his hand, “No, not at all…” and those were the words you can hear coming out from him • “That settles it then.” You widen your grin towards him before turning around ready to leave his office. • But you are being pulled back by a pair of arms. Your back come contact to his chest area. He is hugging you from behind you. • “Seriously, I don’t get you.” He low key complains. “I thought you are going to hate me for real this time.” • “I was going to, you did not texted me and you acting like nothing happened after that night.” You pout as you explain to him. “I thought I have ended my career the moment you told me who you are. And who would have thought a decent CEO would date someone randomly they met in a online chatting app?” • “I am sorry; I thought leaving you unbothered for some time so that you don’t get stressed out.” You could tell from his tone he does feel apologetic. He never sounds like that before during work.

• "But I am dead serious on trying to start a proper relationship with you that’s why I suggested for us to meet up.” he continues. “Glad you felt the same.”

• You freed yourself from his hug and turn to him. • “Now listen, (ONF member’s name), as we are professionals, I do hope you understand that there is a clear line between work and private life.” You remind him. “Just because we are dating now, does not mean that I am going to let you off easily if you messed up during work, ok?.” • “Man, I don’t think I will ever win you huh?” ONF member only look at you affectionately and continues, “As you wish, my beloved assistant/secretary.”

A/N : the concludes for this oneshot headcanon fic should there are more ideas I might write a continuation about this pair for a part 2. Also thinking of linking the universe with MInkyun Florist AU, just a maybe.

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lixhive · 4 years

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miss trouble | one

pairing: cop!jungkook x female reader | criminal au genre: fluff, bit of angst | wc: 1k | rating: pg15

synopsis: in which police officer jeon falls a criminal. i wonder how that will turn out...

warnings: mentions of drinking, and light swearing. author’s note: i started writing this last year... hehe. writer’s block is real. part two comes next week.

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“Just because Y/n has a thing for you, doesn’t mean we’re cool with you.” Looking up from his phone, a little smirk spreads on his face. He stays quiet for a moment but gets up from his seat.

“Taehyung does it look like I’m here to hold hands with you guys,” he says while putting his hands in his pockets. Taehyung gets up and stands right in front of Jungkook. Anger burning from his eyes. “I could just end you right now.” “Then do it... Oh wait, you can’t.” Jungkook scoffs as he walks back to his seat leaving Taehyung even more aggravated than before.

“Stop letting him get under your skin. He’s just fucking her. He’ll be gone by the end of the week.” Another voice mutters trying to reassure Tae.

“That’s what you said last week Jimin. Wanna make a bet?” The devilish smile still displayed on Jungkook’s face. Jimin doesn’t engage with Jungkook and goes back to Tae. “He’ll be caught.” “If I’m caught, you better pray I don’t rat your dirty asses. I’ll do it.”

“Jungkook, cut it out.” Everyone looks towards the doors to see Y/n with an ice pack on her cheek. Catching everyone off guard. “What happened?” Jungkook asks while going up to her. He removes the pack and sees the dark purple bruise.

Jimin pushes Jungkook out of the way and slightly touches Y/n’s bruised cheek. “Did you j--” “Shut up, she’s hurt. Be useful and get an aid kit,” Jimin shouts.

Without thought, Jungkook throws a punch square at Jimin’s jaw. Taehyung quickly jumps Jungkook and kicks him down. “STOP!” All eyes turn to Y/n. “Taehyung and Jimin please get yourselves fixed before we set out today.” “Y/n--” “Just go. Jin and Namjoon go check on our inventory and security. Yoongi and Hoseok go scout out the area once again please.”

Without a word, they leave the room. “What the hell was that?” Y/n questions towards Jungkook. “I’m sorry alright. They just keep testing my patience,” he answers quietly. Y/n sighs, putting the ice pack back on her cheek. “I don’t know why you guys won’t get along.”

“Maybe because I’ve put them in jail before. Or maybe because I pointed a gun at them before.” Y/n rolls her eyes at Jungkook’s statement and moves towards one of the cabinets. Taking out the aid kit and tending to her bruise and cut.

“That’s fine, I won’t bring it up again. Just know that I can’t control them if they decide to do something like that again.” Taking out the supplies, Y/n carefully dampens a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol but she hesitates when she gets close to the cut. Jungkook comes over and takes it from her.

“Stop getting yourself hurt,” he whispers softly while dabbing the cotton ball on her cut. She winces a bit but takes the little pain from sterilizing the cut. Once he’s done, he gets a bandage big enough for the cut and gently puts it on her. “They’re right about one thing though...” you spoke. “And what’s that?” Jungkook says while raising an eyebrow towards you. “Jimin said and I quote, ‘he’s whipped for her.’”

“That’s probably the only thing Jimin is right about,” Kook mutters while looking into your eyes. “So please, don’t get yourself killed before I propose to you,” he smiles while placing a peck on your forehead. A smile appears on your face and you can’t help but love this man.

“Officers shouldn’t be drinking when they’re on the clock,” you muttered while waving the bartender down. He looked at you for a moment and went back to his drink. “I’m off duty. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He had avoided eye contact with you while taking another swig of his drink. “What’s that suppose to mean?” “I mean, don’t you have someone that will be worried that you’re talking to strangers at bars…” For a moment, the officer glances at you and takes in your appearance.

“Not really, but I bet your colleagues would be concerned as to why you’re drowning your sorrows with alcohol.” You down the fourth shot you had that night.

He then looks back at his drink, twirling it around in the cup. “Excuse me?” “No cops come to this bar unless they don’t want others to find them. Plus, my friend Seonghwa says that it’s your third time being in here. This bar is full of criminals but you’re a cop.”

Their eyes met and he could’ve sworn that he saw a twinkle in your eyes. He stays quiet at her comment because she’s completely right. He’s trying to get rid of something. “How’d you do that?” “Sorry, that’s a secret. And a magician never reveals their secrets,” a smirk and wink are sent his way. Y/n looks back at the bartender, “Seonghwa, his drinks are on me.” After your statement, you leave the officer to think about what you said. You make your way to the dance floor and start to dance only for sly eyes to watch you.

He doesn’t move but he definitely has his eyes on you. “Is there anything else you’d like to drink sir?” The bartender asks the slightly tipsy cop. “No, but could you tell me who she is?” Seonghwa chuckles lightly at his question. “She’s here once a week and she knows how to keep a party going.” He looks back at the dance floor and sees the mysterious girl still dancing her life away.

After about an hour, there she is still having the time of her life. During that hour, she had five more shots and Jungkook could clearly see that she's going to reach her limit soon. She walks or at least tries to walk back over to the bar and takes a seat not paying the police officer any mind. She waves her hand at the Seonghwa. Wanting another drink.

Seonghwa places another shot down and the cop quickly takes it. Y/n glances at him. “Police officer, what do… you think-k you’re doing…?” you slurred. Your words were slow and dragged out. “No more for you…”

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mxrlin-writes · 5 years

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I had an idea in mind for Star Wars! The reader works with resistance alongside Leia. Leia organizes a work party for everyone and manages to get Kylo to come when she tells him the reader is going to be there.!The reader, being best friends with Poe, Finn, and Rey, decide to put on a fun little skit. (You can find this on YouTube. It’s a Studio C video titled Darth Sidious roommates.) The reader has the lead role and gives the other three the next main roles. Kylo watches and laughs at some

(2/2) parts finding it entertaining. At the end of it, they all got a lot of compliments and Kylo was telling the reader how much he enjoyed watching it. He even quotes it back to her and she finds it cute.

I love this idea so so much, I changed it a tad so it’s become a college!AU set at Christmas, hope you don’t mind

EDIT: I loved this idea so much that I just straight up wrote 2,500 words. That’s like, the length of my literature coursework.

WARNING: for those who want to watch it, the sketch contains some “yo mama so fat” jokes - please bear this in mind if you have body image issues and remember, all of you are beautiful

STRIKE ME DOWN - BEN SOLO x READER

Kylo Ren x female!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, alcohol mentions (fruit punch), swearing,

Leia throws a winter party for her work colleagues and sends an invite to her son Ben, the poster-boy for Poe and Finn’s rival hockey team. Initially unsure about wanting to come, Ben is finally convinced when Leia tells him that (Y/N) will be there, his childhood crush. Maybe his feelings for her haven’t disappeared yet…

“I’ll get it!” you yelled into the kitchen as the doorbell rang, pushing your way past the Resistance staff who had decided that the hallway was a good place to congregate. Before today, you’d had no idea that the Resistance Newspaper had so many people working for it - initially, you’d thought it had just been Leia as editor as Poe as delivery boy. But then college drop-out Finn arrived - the First Order frat group had been way too much for him - and shortly after that, Rey had arrived. She’d been ridiculously good with writing articles and had a knack for exposing corrupt individuals. Of course, Leia had decided that she would be the investigative journalist.

You crept into the porch, shivering slightly from the cold - it didn’t normally snow in the D’Qar neighborhood, but this winter was an exception. Temperature records were being broken nearly every day, much to the annoyance of Poe. He only had one coat, and it had been stolen by his boyfriend Finn. You gingerly reached for the door handle, opening it to see Ben Solo stood awkwardly on the threshold.

It must have been three or four years since you’d seen him last. He’d grown taller, and his silky raven hair was longer. He wore a black turtleneck and matching black jeans, a look that you’d never seen on him before. Whilst he was at the academy, he’d favored the more neutral colors in an attempt to imitate Luke. You kind of liked this new look, he looked much more grown-up than before.

Ben cleared his throat, casting you an awkward smile - it was only then that you realised you’d been staring. “Oh, shit, yes, sorry, come in,” you said, your sentence fractured as you moved out of the way so that he could step inside the house. The porch was too small for the both of you, and you were pressed up against the wall as he removed his shoes, a rosy tint on your face that you were unsure if it was a blush or because of the cold temperature.

You eased open the door to the house and stepped in with Ben in tow. The hallway quietened as people noticed the new guest - he had a tiny bit of a reputation. Okay, understatement - he was infamous. He was the hockey captain at the Vader Academy and the second in command of the First Order frat group - he was known for being ruthless on the ice rink and was notoriously picky when it came to selecting new brothers (or troopers, as he called them) for the frat. He was the sworn enemy of those who had studied at the Republic University, particularly those who were on the hockey team. Namely, Poe. But he was still Leia’s son.

The tension was palpable and was only dissolved when Leia appeared in the kitchen doorframe to announce that food was ready. Most of the guests filed into the kitchen and the noise resumed. You met Ben’s gaze and smiled an apology before guiding him into the living room. Inside the homely room were your three friends - Rey, Finn and Poe. Rey was admiring the decorations on the Christmas tree, whilst Finn and Poe were chuckling over the family photos that decorated Leia’s mantlepiece.

Rey looked up, grinning. “Hey Ben!” she chirped, shaking his hand. She wasn’t from the area and didn’t really have any idea about Ben’s reputation. She knew a little, of course, but not the full extent. Upon hearing Ben’s name, Finn and Poe both whipped their heads to face the door. Poe scowled, his grip tightening on the glass of fruit punch in his hand, whilst Finn looked towards the floor, pulling Poe’s jacket closer to his body. There was an awkward silence for a bit as Ben sat down. Rey looked confusedly between all of her friends, probing you with a quizzical look. “Guys, can I have a word? I know Leia said we’re not supposed to talk shop at her house but Artoo found something really cool today and I’ve only just remembered,” you said in an attempt to get the three of them out of the room. Poe grunted and stormed out of the room in two strides with Finn in tow. Rey rolled her eyes at the boys before following. “It will only take a couple of seconds, help yourself to the stuff on the table… apart from that bit of pizza, that’s mine,” you told Ben, raising your hands to your face in a “I’m watching you” gesture. He grinned, shaking his head - you really hadn’t changed.

You closed the door to the living room behind you and leaned against it. Almost immediately, Poe was on a rant. “Who the fuck invited him?” he whisper-yelled, gesturing through the wall to where Ben was presumably sat. You winced, gesturing for him to quieten down, worried that Ben would hear. “Look, I know you’re angry but-” you tried to calm Poe down whilst Finn reached a hand up to his boyfriend’s shoulder, but you were interrupted and Finn’s hand was swatted away. “Angry? Angry is the fucking understatement of the year, (Y/N)!” Poe hissed, reaching his hand up to rub his brow in frustration. “Poe, please, he’s really changed. After what happened at the Starkiller match, he’s really been trying to get himself back together. Leia said he’s working through his anger issues… please just give him a chance,” you whispered, hands still pressed against the door.

Finn nodded in agreement with you. “It’s true, Poe. You know Poncho? The trooper I made friends with? He said that he’s a lot quieter now. He got Snoke removed as the frat leader, and since then he’s been a different person.” Still nothing from Poe’s end. Finn sighed and grabbed Poe by the shoulders, gently kissing his forehead. “I’m not saying you have to like him, I’m just asking you to give him a chance, please…” he murmured, and Poe sighed, his tense muscles dropping. Rey grinned, knowing that this meant Poe would try his best to be nice.

“Okay, you guys know the Darth Sidious roommates sketch, huh? We’re gonna perform that. Dibs on Sidious,” you grinned, and Poe rolled his eyes. Ben had quite a good sense of humour when you got to know him, and you’d figured that this would be a great bonding exercise. “I love this one,” Rey beamed as you moved out of the way so that she could open the door.

Rey waltzed in, delivering her line. “Yesterday, Sid got me to try and throw a broomstick in between someone’s tire spokes,” you watched as she flopped down on the sofa, followed by Finn with his hands in his pockets as he slumped beside her. “Okay, that’s messed up man…” he murmured. You’d have killed to see Ben’s expression - probably complete and utter confusion. “Seriously, the kid was like, five years old!” Rey said, exasperated. Poe took this as his time to join the duo on the sofa, kicking his legs over the arm of the burgundy settee and shaking his head as a reaction to what Rey had said.

You shoved the door open, now sporting your black jacket over your head. Ben practically choked in amusement, biting his bottom lip to stay quiet as you winked at him. “Good evening… roommates…” you said, putting on your best impression of the former mayor. You heard Poe stifle a laugh from the sofa and found yourself trying hard not to grin.

“How was your day?” Rey asked, trying her best to sound indifferent. “Exactly as I had foreseen,” you replied, noticing Ben grinning out of the corner of your eye as he raised his glass of orange juice to his lips and staring intently, wondering where the scene would go next. “I don’t know why I ask him anymore…” Rey shook her head and Poe nodded along.

“I can feeeeel your frustration! Frustration is a path to the dark side… take my weapon! Strikeee meee dowwwwnnn!” you tried your best at melodrama, which made Rey break character completely as she melted into hysterical laughter.

The scene continued, and Ben’s previously muted laughter became more obvious. You loved the dulcet sound of it - it sounded like honey, much deeper than when you’d had a childhood crush on him. The warm feeling of a rekindled love almost threw you off balance, but you continued to hide it, hoping that the pink at the top of your ears was not visible to anyone else in the room. It wasn’t real, you hadn’t seen Ben for four years. You stuffed the feeling back down into your chest, attempting to ignore it.

As the sketch finished, you heard Rey’s stomach rumble. “I’m gonna raid the kitchen… boys, join me!” she clapped her hands to her knees and stood, and inclined her head towards the kitchen. “’Bout time,” agreed Poe, before casting his gaze towards you and Ben, nodding towards the latter. The last shreds of tension evaporated at this gesture, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief. Finn grinned, clasping Poe’s hand and ushering him out off the room, closing the door behind him.

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments as Ben took a sip of his fruit punch, placing it down on the table with a small clink at the same time as you reached for your coffee. The result was you accidentally grazed against his skin, somehow still cold from the outdoors. A blush spread across your face, which you tried to hide with the wide rim of your mug.

“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” you asked, kicking your legs up so that you sat crosslegged on the armchair opposite Ben. He shook his head. “I’ve already eaten. Coming here was a split-second decision,” he added, his countenance darkening as if he felt guilty.

“Why’d’ya change your mind?” you asked in a gentle tone, and he looked up. “You.” he answered bluntly, and it took a second for it to register in your brain. You were the reason for him coming to the party. “Leia told me you were coming, and I wanted to see you again, so I came too,” he added upon seeing the blank expression on your face. This time, you couldn’t hide the blush - it spread all across your cheeks and forced you to smile.

“Are you flirting with me, Ben Solo?”

“Depends. Do you want me to?” he smirked. You hadn’t seen him smirk like that for ages. Your heart was threatening to burst through your chest and your face must have looked like a tomato as you lowered your voice to a whisper to answer. “Maybe…” you murmured, biting your top lip. Ben leaned towards you across the table so that your faces were only inches apart. He studied your cheeks and you watched his hazel eyes flit across your face. You couldn’t hear any noise other than the two of you breathing and the crackle of the fireplace - the droning of chatter from the kitchen had drowned out. His hand reached up and cupped your face, and you leaned into it involuntarily. His face came closer, and closer and then-

Poe burst in. Ben practically flew backwards and you looked down. Suddenly, the table was a very interesting object to you. Ben was clearly having the same sudden fascination, but this time with the Christmas tree. “Nice decorations,” he nodded, inclining his head towards you and catching your eye in a cheeky glance.

“I would say that we’d go elsewhere, but, uh… Leia kinda kicked us out of the kitchen. I couldn’t stop eating the mince pies,” Poe said, throwing himself down on the sofa and staring towards Ben. “Sorry if we interrupted something,” he grinned wickedly, crossing his arms.

The rest of the party continued without a hitch. Rey was the first to leave - she had to be up early for her Jedi training the next day. Finn and Poe were amongst the last to leave - Finn proclaimed that he was not ready for the four hour drive the next day to visit Poe’s parents in Yavin. There had been some jokes about in-laws and when the two of them were going to finally get married, and then they’d retreated out into the snowy night.

Eventually, the guests had become Leia’s editing circle - who occupied the kitchen - and you and Ben, who occupied the sitting room. The two of you chattered about anything and everything, and you felt the familiar feeling form in your chest once more - this time, you let it grow. Ben was perfect - the two of you got along so well, it was almost as if you’d never been apart. He was witty and knew exactly how to come back to your quips and jokes, only adding to their humour.

It was nearing midnight, and you were starting to tire. You weren’t bored of Ben’s company, your fatigue was more to do with the fact that you’d been up at 6am with Rey making paper chains to decorate the house. Ben seemed to notice this and glanced towards the watch on his wrist. “I should probably get going,” he stood, and you mimicked him, swaying slightly as the fatigue really hit. Ben caught you before you fell with a hand around your waist, gently holding you in place whilst you reorientated yourself. “Thanks,” you murmured breathlessly, feeling the red tint cross your face for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

You walked him to the door, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him shrug his thick black coat on. Once finished, he looked towards you, and beckoned you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, breathing in the scent of black coffee and fire smoke. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I meant what I said about the flirting earlier,” he murmured against your hair, leaning away from you so that he could meet your eyes. “We should go for a date, sometime soon,” he continued.

You smiled bashfully, watching him turn around and grab a piece of paper and a pen from the porch windowsill so that he could write down his number. “Text me,” he said, pressing the paper into your hand. You pocketed his number, staring back up at him as he opened the front door to leave. He stepped out, shivering slightly against the cold. You hid your body behind the door in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold, but found yourself squinting your eyes against the freezing breeze.

He made his way down the cobbled path that ran down Leia’s front garden. Just as you were about to close the door, he whipped around and called out your name. You titlted your head, wondering what he had to say.

Ben gestured to the two frozen bottles of milk at the bottom of the mailbox and erupted into the best impression of Sidious that you’d ever heard. “Take the milk jug and strike me down!” he quoted your line from the sketch that you had performed earlier that evening. You giggled, rolling you eyes in mock exasperation.

He raised a hand in a gesture of goodbye, and then left into the wintery darkness. You closed the door, leaning against it and squealing with joy.

Ben freaking Solo.

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[~30min Read, ~9K Words -- Mystery Members👀 x Student!Female Reader -- Half Fluffy Plot. Half Fluffy Smut. -- Spoilers in Tags, Classmates, Snowstorms, Threesome, Jealousy, Competition, Experimentation, Impromptu Dom/Sub, Double-Penetration, Anal, Oral, Edging]

[I miss winter already. Let's cool off with something a little hot and cold.💕]

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Frigid air bit your nose and cheeks as you crossed campus for your last lecture before winter break. Mysteriously, Professor Brown was one of the only curmudgeons insisting on holding class on the last day before vacation, but that should be easy. You just needed to survive this last morning and then it was the bus ride back to your place. Hopefully the gentle snow drifting down wouldn't get any worse.

"Hey!" You were startled as Ten caught up to you, pulling the tail of his long scarf from under the strap of his gym bag and wrapping it once more so it shielded his face from the cold. He hooked an arm into yours. "How's it going?"

"Good," you sighed, "excited to get home after class and sleep for a few days. We're only halfway through the semester but I feel like I'm dying."

"I feel you," Ten commiserated, "When are you flying out?"

"Wednesday, remember? Can you drive me to the airport?"

"Sorry, babe," Ten winced, "my Christmas plans got shuffled around so I'm leaving --" he pulled out his phone to check the time, "-- in an hour to catch my Lyft to the bus station. I'm gonna run home and pack. Just wanted to let you know."

"What?!" No fair. The two of you were originally going to sit on the couch and drink wine until neither of you could move.

"You'll be fine," he kissed your forehead, "bring a boy home to keep you warm and don't drink all the wine by yourself." Ten turned and ran to the bus stop, carefully skirting around the impromptu ice rink that had formed in the campus square. You sighed, trudging your way to class. With your plans for the next couple of days dashed, what were you going to do with your time until you had to fly home?

You scanned the lecture hall, hoping to see if anyone had saved you your usual seat. Thankfully, Doyoung waved you over, pulling your chair out for you as you set your bag down.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern painting his face. He grabbed your empty mug off the table and poured you some hot brew from his thermos. "You look miserable."

"I'm just so ready for winter break." You gratefully took your mug back, immediately taking a swig and feeling a little rejuvenated. "When are you heading out of town?"

"I'm not. My family lives just outside the city, remember?"

"Oh, god, you're right." You pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "Sorry. I'm more out of it than I thought."

"You could really use a break, huh?"

"Certainly. I was looking forward to hanging out with my roommate for the next couple days, but he's already on his way out of town. I guess I'll have to decompress alone."

Doyoung perked up. "Want some company?"

You blushed at the offer, but were interrupted as your professor finally showed up. Doyoung seemed oddly eager to hang out. Was he asking you out on a date? Probably not. For all you knew, he could've just been pumped to hang out outside of school. You made a mental note to ask Doyoung what he meant once you reached a break in class.

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The chance never came. You were suddenly shaken partway through class, Doyoung's elbow sharply jabbing you in the arm to surreptitiously wake you. You'd fallen asleep? Winter break really couldn't come sooner.

"Wh-? Whuzzat--" You quietly slurred as you blinked into consciousness. Doyoung grabbed your notebook and scrawled a note in the margins before sliding it back over to you.

I can't believe this. Group project. Due during break.

You bolted upright in your seat. A group project? Seriously?

"... You will be forming independent, but related, theses based around a central subject, one that your group has chosen from the material we've covered so far," Professor Brown droned, "and what makes this a group project is that your theses will not just be related, but will also be informed by each other. Communication is key, after all. You will be taking the conclusions and opinions of your colleagues into careful consideration and incorporating them into your work. This will be short: ten pages each. However, I will also be seeing if your papers can be read in conjunction with one another, as well as independently. Now, go on. Pick a partner over our ten minute break and make sure you come up here and let me know who is with whom."

The class scrambled, but you and Doyoung stayed put. You had worked together on nearly every project you'd had in any course you'd taken together. Though you wanted to take your extra time to ask about Doyoung's intentions, you knew it'd be a better use of the ten minutes to discuss subjects now rather than later. A line had formed at the podium at the front of the lecture hall, everyone scribbling their paired names on a list for him to confer with later. You sat tight, waiting for the line to die down.

"Now, class, as we settle back into our seats," Professor Brown said as the line of students rushed, "I want us to remember the importance of keeping an open mind during a project like this, where we may come across stark differenc--"

The professor was interrupted by the back door of the lecture hall opening in the hush of the room. Into the hall spilled Yuta, a classmate so rarely seen it was easy to forget he was even in this course. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder, panting and out of breath as he tried to sneak into a back row seat.

"Mr. Nakamoto, it's a pleasure to see you in class," Professor Brown boomed so the whole class would notice, "you'll see that we've paired up for a project over our winter break. Seeing as the project can't be done alone, I will pair you up with..."

Everyone shrank in their chairs as Professor Brown scanned the room. Yuta was a more than capable student, but notorious for skipping class for practice and clubs and meetings and doing the bare minimum to get enough credit to keep up. There was no way he'd kept track of all the material from the semester so far, so surely anyone teamed up with him would have to drag him along. You nearly crawled under the desk when Professor Brown's eyes settled on you and Doyoung.

"You'll need some smart partners, so we'll stick you with a couple of over-acheivers. Doyoung, you two will be partnered with Yuta. Now, let's take some time to brainstorm."

Before any of you could protest, the click of Professor Brown's pen interrupted like a gunshot before he himself wrote all three of your names together on the list of pairs.

Yuta stood, wide-eyed and stunned in place for a second before sighing and heading your way. You clutched onto Doyoung's arm in a death grip.

"Save me," you demanded in a harsh whisper.

"Save me," Doyoung growled back, "this project sucks enough just the two of us. This is a nightmare."

Yuta made his way down your aisle in the shuffle of everyone sitting with their partners.

"Not just that."

"Wait," Doyoung noted, "what?"

"Yuta asked me out at the beginning of the semester, we went on one date, he got conveniently busy as always, and then never called again." You buried your head in Doyoung's arm, refusing to believe any of this was happening.

"He WHAT?!" The exclamation was jarring enough that everyone around you took a glance. Your nails dug into Doyoung's arm. There was an edge to his bewildered look. "That guy? What?! How did I never hear--"

You cut off his intense whisper and yanked him back down to you. "Jesus Christ, Doyoung, I'm sorry I never said anything; I know we're friends but it was never an issue since he's never here." You were babbling, trying to get all this mess out before Yuta was actually here and adding to it.

"Uhm, hello," Yuta awkwardly greeted with a small wave, "I guess we're partners. Mind if I sit down?"

You and Doyoung rapidly pulled away from each other, looking as cool and collected as possible from your recent revelation. Yuta gave you a small, shy smile as he pulled up a chair. The rest of class was torture, just coming up with any idea of what to do and turning down every possibility.

"We're overthinking this," you stated ten minutes or so later, pressing your hands down hard on the table. "This won't take us all week to figure out but we will have to at least use today. Should we go to the library after class?"

"Can't," Doyoung said, shaking his head, "they're switching to winter break hours today."

"Student cafe?"

"Same."

"How about one of your places?" Yuta asked. Doyoung gave him a skeptical glance. "We can't go to my apartment," he continued sheepishly, "we won't get any work done with my roommates around."

"Not my place, either," Doyoung sighed, "My roommate's back at the dorm by now and it's been a giant mess since midterms."

Both men looked at you now. Ten's words echoed in your head.

Bring a boy home to keep you warm and don't drink all the wine by yourself.

Well, this probably wasn't what Ten meant, but the sentiment made a fair enough point.

"My place is free. When can you all make it?"

"I have some stuff to tend to real quick after this but I can be over right after," Doyoung offered eagerly.

Yuta checked the time on his phone. "I have a quick meeting after class but I can come right away when that's done. I still have your phone number," he offered with a small smile, "How about I'll text you when I'm ready to come over?"

"It's a good thing we're not asking you to call," Doyoung laughed to himself, ignoring you as you stared daggers into him. Yuta shot him an equally sharp look, his tongue poking at his cheek as he tried to figure out just what the hell Doyoung was getting at.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

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To your horror, you received a text from both Doyoung and Yuta within seconds of each other. Based on both, you had roughly fifteen minutes to make it look like you lived in relatively civilized conditions. If you were lucky, the fat snowflakes landing on the ground would keep them from showing up too soon. Much to your dismay, the gentle wisps of frost from earlier were giving way to a bit more aggressive tactics.

You had been too preoccupied wondering what Doyoung was up to instead of cleaning. He seemed so oddly bitter towards Yuta. Surely, this must've meant he liked you as more than a study buddy, since his behavior more resembled that of a jilted lover than that of a protective friend, but how could you even broach that subject with Yuta around? And, for that matter, Yuta still had your number? How come he never called? Or even texted?

When it came to your lovely mess of a home, you'd really lucked out. At the beginning of his sophomore year, Ten had been given the opportunity to rent his grandparents' modest starter home -- only a convenient distance from the campus -- on the condition he find a roommate soon after he moved in. Thankfully, you'd already become fast friends and moved in right away once the invitation was presented. No more dorm, no more R.A. looming down the hall, no more dining plan. Having already lived here for a year, though, it was tiresome learning how to care for a house. Thus, the slight mess that had settled in once winter came.

You sprinted around the living room, picking up clothes and throwing them in the laundry room, grabbing errant dishes and throwing them in the dishwasher. You cranked up the space heater to a level only utilized for when guests were over, and quickly passed over the hardwood in the living room with a broom. It wasn't the best, but it was better. Glancing out the front window to the darkening grey skies outside, you were amused to find that Yuta's Uber arrived right as Doyoung finished walking the couple blocks from the bus stop. They paused upon meeting each other at the end of the driveway, a silent standoff before they speedwalked a spontaneous race to the porch, mindful of the icy slush on the ground. A simultaneous knock and doorbell chime sounded just as you reached for the knob and you took a deep, calming breath in vain to appear more casual as you opened the door.

Once you had all settled into the living room, crowded on the floor around the coffee table as you worked, the tension began to die down a little. Really, the paper wasn't a huge deal. Everyone was just understandably heightened from the annoyance of having to do group work over the break. Despite the collaboration needed, once you all calmed down it was easier to wrap your heads around some ideas. At least, you thought it was.

"Look," Yuta said, interrupting your momentary silence, "am I allowed to say Doyoung's idea makes no sense to me?"

"I'm right here," Doyoung deadpanned, raising his eyebrows as he peered over his glasses, "and my concept is just fine. Isn't it?" He looked to you, barely waiting for an answer before continuing. "We already started, and I'm pretty sure you don't really get a say in what we do since you barely come to class. I'm not sure how, or even if, you're passing, but I want no part in it for my grades."

"Okay, fine," Yuta conceded weakly, "I was just blowing off steam. You don't--"

"A simple 'sorry' and 'thank you' would suffice."

"Uh," Yuta stared, slack-jawed, eyes darting between Doyoung's hard gaze and your own bewildered expression, "I'm sorry for taking my stress out on you. Thanks for your efforts and ideas."

"You're welcome." Doyoung wasn't even regarding him anymore, still tapping on his laptop like this wasn't some bizarre power play you both just witnessed. You awkwardly snuggled into your hoodie, burying your nose into the plush fabric and distracting Doyoung across the table.

"Cold? I can turn up the heat," Doyoung offered.

"Oh, thank you," you smiled sheepishly, "but the heater is already up as high as it'll go. Just cold outside and the insulation on the house needs replacing."

Yuta thumbed behind him at the quaint wood stove in the corner of the room. "I'm surprised you use a heater at all. What about a fire?"

"Uh," you gave an embarrassed chuckle, "it's not exactly my forte. Not Ten's, either. This is just easier and more convenient."

"That's crazy! Do you have a woodpile in the yard?" Yuta made a move to sit up on his heels. Doyoung shot a quick look his way, gauging him.

"I think so? I think I saw one behind the shed a few months ago."

"No problem," Yuta smiled, "I'll go get some and be right back."

"Oh!" Doyoung sprang to his haunches as well, "Let me help you."

"What? Don't worry about it; it's no problem," Yuta smiled, his sweet voice mocking, "I'd hate for you to ruin your nice boots in the snow."

Doyoung sat back down, scowling and a little wounded as Yuta grabbed his shoes from the front door. His beat-up hiking boots had been sat next to Doyoung's vintage Redwings, previously mint condition before today's trial by fire. Yuta loosely slipped on the boots by the back door and threw on his coat before valiantly marching outside to investigate.

It wasn't like Yuta was wrong. He was a bit more rugged whereas Doyoung was a little more prim. Yuta seemed to live and breathe in sweats and jeans and flannel and hoodies -- an actual sporty type who liked to fill his spare time with bike rides through the woods or camping at the river during the summer. He even smelled nice and woodsy. During your one date you recalled he smelled like musk and pine needles and even coffee. Doyoung, on the other hand, had a modest collection of handsome bags that paired well with his sleek capsule wardrobe made up of soft neutrals and smooth textiles. You always liked his somewhat floral cologne that reminded you of stores you were both too broke to shop at. Mysteriously, you hooked on how he also happened to smell like coffee.

Doyoung chewed on his lip as he flipped through his notes in his notebook and on his laptop. He slipped his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, by the way, for acting weird. I'm sure it's obvious that I feel some way about you and I should've said something forever ago." You froze, perked up at his brazen admission. So you weren't going crazy, after all. "I hate to admit I'm a little jealous," Doyoung continued shyly, "but, I mean, he's gorgeous and nice."

You leaned forward, giving his hand on the table a reassuring squeeze. "Hey, I'm just glad you told me. We'll figure this out after this whole mess of a project, okay? We can go to that cafe I like." Doyoung gave you a small smile, interrupted as Yuta kicked the backdoor in, his arms piled high with firewood and kindling.

"Thank god this stuff was covered, or we'd really be up shit creek," he laughed boisterously as he kicked his boots off and nudged the door closed. He padded into the living room and gently dropped the pile by the wood stove. "So, if I'm correct in assuming this wood pile is ancient, am I also correct in assuming you have no idea how to light a fire?" You blushed, eagerly kneeling up to join him. Doyoung rolled his eyes. He mumbled an excuse to go use the bathroom.

You suddenly found yourself alone with Yuta for the first time in months. He shrugged off his coat and quickly hung it back up by the front door and returned, dropping to a squat next to the wood stove. He checked to make sure the flume was clear, showed you how to arrange the wood over the kindling, and handed you a match to light. You clapped triumphantly as the fire crackled to life. Yuta offered you a high five and you couldn't stifle your giggle as you accepted. The touch lingered. Your cheeks warmed as Yuta gently held your hand. "I'm so sorry, by the way," he said meekly, "for never calling. I just got so busy and then I was just super embarrassed and I was positive you wanted nothing to do with me. Every few days I thought about your number in my phone and considered at least just texting you. Sorry for being a giant wuss."

"No!" You quickly countered, squeezing his hand, "No, no, no, I understand. I'd probably feel the same if I were you."

Yuta gave you the warmest smile, his hand squeezing back at yours and quickly releasing as Doyoung walked back from the bathroom. He looked concerned. "Have you seen outside?"

Getting up, you and Yuta both joined Doyoung as he opened the front curtain. Sheets of snow were drifting across the lawn and street beyond, piling up and glistening. The slush on the sidewalk and driveway had completely snowed over and more by now.

"Oh, shit," Yuta mumbled, "how am I going to get home now?"

"Do you have basic channels?" Doyoung asked, pointing at the cute little TV in the room. "We can see if there's a weather report so we can get a better idea of what's available."

You nodded quickly, grabbing the remote and flipping on the television. Just as you found the news confirming that, indeed, tomorrow's snow drift was early and stronger than predicted, a buzz sounded throughout the house. The electronics surged before suddenly dying out with a crackle. The three of you stood, looking at each other in the growing dim of the living room as the stormy sky outside grew darker.

It was as good a time as any to break out the wine, you figured. The boys watched curiously as you opened the fridge and pulled out your two boxes of wine. You set one on the counter, then clicked open the kitchen window to toss the other box into a pile of snow in the backyard to keep cool. Twisting off the cap, you nearly drank straight from the box when you noticed Doyoung and Yuta staring. Sighing, you grabbed three cups from the cupboard and poured one for each of you. The boys got the hint and came forward. You clinked your cups and each took a sip of the cheap wine.

"Generator?" Yuta asked optimistically. You shook your head.

"Am I imposing if I ask to crash on the couch tonight?" Doyoung sighed, grimacing at the sour aftertaste. Again, you shook your head.

"If anything I assumed you'd both already figured you should hunker down here for the night," you mumbled, "and the stove is now the hottest thing in the house. We'll all camp in the living room."

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Thankfully, with a gas stove in the kitchen, dinner was easy enough to scrap together with the help of some candles and a headlamp Yuta had found out in the shed during his expedition. The mood was kept light enough, the boys even managing to warm up to each other some, and conditions were kept civilized as the water was still running for the time being. However, things still felt tense. You'd settled for sitting in the exact middle of Yuta and Doyoung, finding that if you sat a centimeter closer to either of them where you were all bundled up in front of the fire, they attempted to scoot closer to you.

The box of wine felt suspiciously light as you noticed Doyoung shiver. "Got any extra blankets?"

"Yeah," you nodded, "in the hall closet. Want me to go get them?"

"No, no," Doyoung shook his head with a smile, "I'm sure I'll find my way." He switched on his phone's flashlight and ventured down the hall. You turned back, gasping into a laugh as you noticed Yuta had silently slid up next to you. You hushed yourself, trying not to giggle at his sudden proximity. It was, admittedly, really nice to hang out again, even under these circumstances.

"This is going to sound crazy," Yuta whispered, "but would you go out with me again? Give me another chance?"

"What? Of course," you found yourself whispering, blushing from the wine and his face so close to yours, "I've just been waiting for you to ask." Yuta smiled, his sweet grin making you smitten and eager as he leaned close, his lips nearly brushing yours as Doyoung stumbled back into the living room empty-handed. You fell back in surprise, craning your neck to see him in the dark.

"Alright," Doyoung laughed, "I'm less capable than I thought."

"It's okay! I'll grab them." You rolled and got up, feeling your way down the hall. You wrenched open the difficult door of the hall closet and grabbed all the blankets you could get ahold of, as well as some extra pillows from yours and Ten's rooms. Softly, you padded back down the hallway but stopped short, listening in on a hushed conversation happening in the living room.

"Yuta, just knock it off already, you had your chance."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's my turn."

"Turn?! What is this, grade school?"

"Oh, shut up. You hardly know her, anyhow."

"And you do? I thought this was your first time here, too."

"What does that prove? We help each other with assignments, we talk, we eat together. Plenty more than you can say."

"And I want to do all those things with her, you tool."

"And more?"

"Jesus, don't make me sound like the bad guy when you clearly want that, too."

You gracefully waltzed back into the living room, your mountain of blankets in hand and appearing to be none the wiser -- even ignoring that Doyoung and Yuta would be sitting hip to hip in their fervor if it weren't for the box of wine separating them. The duo immediately shut up and rose to their feet. Yuta grumbled something about finding the extra wine before making his way into the kitchen and stepping into his boots by the back door. Doyoung tossed another log on the fire before helping you with the blankets.

"Watch out for this guy," Doyoung spoke quietly, "I think he's up to something."

"Up to something? What is this, Doyoung, True Crime Stories?"

"Want it to be?" Doyoung deadpanned, and you did your best to hide the shiver that ran down your spine as you set up a little blanket nest in front of the couch. You'd be hard pressed to deny you didn't like this dark edge to how Doyoung spoke to you. For as goofy and neurotic as he could be, you knew there was something to him that he didn't quite advertise. Maybe this sudden possessiveness was connected to that. Doyoung reached for you. It was barely even a reach, his fingertips daring to brush your hip and instantly retracting once Yuta shambled in through the back door, switching the wine from hand to hand to clap the snow off his shoulders and shucking his boots off.

It took a few tries of various pleas, cups of wine, appeals, and ego stroking to get the two men to calm down enough to focus their energy on hanging out with you rather than competing with each other. Eventually, you were all settled in a cuddle pile on the plush carpet, cheeks rosy and everyone a little more jolly as you hung out. You actually gave Doyoung a chance to enjoy hanging out with you outside of school. You found out that you had both belonged to the same film society but during different years, and now you both considered returning again. Yuta was thoroughly engaged while you actually got to know each other. You made a plan to go hiking together as long you also got to check out your favorite museum together some time. The boys nearly died when they realized they were wearing the same jeans -- Yuta's having been thrifted downtown years ago and Doyoung's bought in perfect condition from an online reseller. In the dead of the night with the snow whistling outside, you finally started to feel drowsy. Your head rested on Yuta's shoulder, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath while you stroked Doyoung's hair, who had curled up to lay his head on your lap. You were surrounded with the smell of pine and flowers and coffee, with two spare heartbeats lulling you to sleep.

You barely dozed off just as Yuta woke himself up with a soft snore. You glanced up, sharing a quiet laugh and locking eyes. It was only a moment. He took your fingers in his, thumbing the back of your hand as his gaze fell on your lips. You gave him the smallest nod and his lips were on yours, gentle and soft and warm. His scent tickled your nose in the heat of the living room, cranked up in intensity with each breath you took of him. You nearly forgot Doyoung in your lap as Yuta's hand slid up your arm to stroke the pad of his thumb across your cheek. He kissed you again, smiling contently as you gladly sighed into him. In fact, you were so caught up in the moment that you hadn't felt Doyoung's arm around your waist until you turned back to catch him catching you.

"Having fun without me?" Doyoung asked plainly, raising his eyebrows in unamused assumption.

"Doyoung," you gasped, only amplified as his charged silence. He made brief eye contact with Yuta, and then you, before his lips found yours as well. It was only a moment before he sat back. The three of you sat, stunned in the series of events that just transpired. What possibilities were even available now? Any consideration you'd been making towards either of them just multiplied in complexity and now all three of you waited in excruciating silence. Doyoung and Yuta shared an intense stare-down. Really, you barely had to be there. They each clutched one of your hands and you wondered if they’d be tempted to try and grab you for their own like a game of tug-of-war. This had to be settled.

In an impulsive decision, you looked to each of them before pressing a quick kiss to Doyoung’s lips. A proud smirk graced his face as you turned to face a confused and somewhat hurt Yuta, only made more confused as you placed a quick kiss on his lips as well. You turned back to Doyoung. His pride had turned into the same look of confusion. “I like both of you,” you said simply, “so either we’ll have to make some tough decisions or learn to share.”

The boys looked to each other again, nodding in mutually bewildered acceptance of the situation before they both lunged into you. You gasped at the combined sensation, Yuta’s hot and eager lips peppering one side of your neck with nips and pecks as Doyoung’s lips lingered on the other side, methodical and patient. Their hands traveled up and down your body, Yuta searching and Doyoung wandering. Any time either of them happened to catch a kiss from you, the other instantly noticed and wanted one as well. Yuta's hand slid across your tummy as his arms went to wrap around your waist, but Doyoung batted him away. Despite your request, not much sharing was coming too easily.

You spun and scooted away from the boys on the floor, facing them as they still crowded the space you had just been occupying. "If we can't do this," you spelled out calmly, "then we won't." Doyoung returned Yuta's silent plea with contemptuous acceptance. He offered a hand to you to let you come near again. You hesitantly accepted, curious to see what his plan was. You were surprised as he led you into Yuta's arms. Was he giving up?

"Yuta," Doyoung said quietly, firmly, "I want to see you kiss her. Let me see if you're as good at pleasing her as I'm going to be."

You observed, wildly intrigued at what Yuta would do. His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek, cocking his head just the slightest bit in his threatened pride. He made his move. Yuta pulled you onto his lap, his strong hands running up your back and pulling you close. He gave you the smallest moment of hesitation before his lips grazed yours -- just the smallest moment needed to fill you with adrenaline and make you gasp. Unlike before, his kiss was needy, but also leading. Your tongues barely had a chance to mingle when you caught Doyoung's gaze out of the corner of your eye. He had risen to sit back on his heels, watching intently, his long fingers resting on the growing bulge in his jeans. You were suddenly made aware of Yuta's own stiff erection pressed up under you.

Yuta tensed in his kiss as Doyoung slid -- prowled -- closer, his fingertips brushing your hair back over your shoulder and making you shiver. Whatever power inside Yuta that allowed him to be simply wary of Doyoung rather than intimidated was impressive, as he cautiously didn't stop kissing you, even as his grip around you tightened just the smallest bit. Almost like he was afraid to lose you. Doyoung gently guided your head back and away from Yuta, smirking at your shaky breath.

"Is he good?" His simple question was directed at you. You didn't even take your eyes off Yuta's as you nodded breathlessly, awaiting Doyoung's next move. "Good. Let's see what else he's good at."

Doyoung's cool hands surprised you as they slipped under your sweater. Yuta backed his hands off of you, patiently and carefully waiting. Your sweater was lifted up over your breasts, the skin there instantly raising in goosebumps. You moaned softly as Doyoung's fingers thumbed over your raised nipples and you couldn't stifle your small smile as you noticed both boys perk up at the noise. Yuta took the hint and leaned down just enough to tentatively run his tongue over the sensitive nub. Doyoung gently pulled you back against his chest, sitting back and nuzzling your neck as Yuta sweetly licked and sucked on your nipples. He followed you forward, now leaning over you between your legs and alternating between your breasts to give them equal attention. Doyoung's fingers walked down your belly, letting you get a good view as he dipped below the waistband of your jeans.

"Does that feel good?" Yuta asked. His tone suggested enthusiasm, but his wary gaze suggested a fog of jealousy still drifting through him. You hesitated, your heart racing while you nearly forgot to breathe.

"Answer him, baby." Doyoung was confident, challenging you to pick a favorite as his lips grazed your ear.

"You're both driving me crazy," you breathed, your head swimming as both boys sank their teeth into you in teasing retaliation, Doyoung in your neck and Yuta in your breast. You observed as Doyoung's free hand snaked around into Yuta's hair. He froze, tense and on edge but his lips still on your chest. Doyoung firmly, gently tugged Yuta off of you, smirking at his grunt and signaling him to stay still as he began to unbuckle your belt. He slid your jeans down your chilly thighs, his hands caressing you as he pushed the denim down your legs, your panties following right behind. Yuta watched intently until the hand in his hair returned and led him down to your heat. You were still surprised at how cooperative Yuta was being as his warm lips ghosted over the soft lips of your pussy. Doyoung's hands returned to your breasts as Yuta finally ran his tongue over your clit, tentatively sampling you before diving in and devouring you. You erupted into moans, already too turned on by the entire situation. Doyoung rolled your nipples in his slim fingers, pulling you back to kiss you and whisper playful teases at you.

"Is he good, baby?"

"He's so good," you whimpered, earning a groan out of Yuta between your legs.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, please, Doyoung, I need more."

Doyoung smiled graciously against your lips as he tugged on Yuta's hair again. "You heard the boss, Yuta. She wants more. I say we get you to lay down and she can take a ride. Sound good?" Yuta nodded, probably looking just as lust-drunk as you as Doyoung eased out from behind you. He pulled Yuta up close to him, first running a finger through the slick that had coated his chin and feeding it back to him. Yuta made cautious eye contact, carefully sucking the juices off of the offered digit and closing his eyes with a thick groan as Doyoung leaned in to lick more off his face. "What do you say?" Doyoung asked, firmly cradling Yuta's chin. "Doesn't she deserve to ride your face?" Yuta nodded gratefully towards both of you, practically entranced as he reclined to lay back on the rug.

Both boys looked on, admiring as you slipped off your sweater and let it fall to the floor, all the layers underneath quickly following behind along with the jeans you finally kicked all the way off. You made a show of releasing Yuta's straining cock from his jeans first, earning a choked groan out of him before you climbed up and let out your own breathy moan as you eased down onto his eager tongue. You pulled Doyoung closer and held onto him for support as you straddled Yuta's face with your trembling thighs. Tentatively, you let your hand grip around Yuta's firm cock, causing him to take the slightest pause at the sensation. You pumped his length in your hand as you gained more confidence, letting your hips rock back and forth on the tongue massaging your clit. Doyoung absently massaged your breasts, more consumed with watching you. Both sources of attention went straight to your head, making you dizzy with arousal. You were interrupted with Doyoung's snarl in your ear as he noticed Yuta's moans underneath you grow more earnest. Suddenly, his hand was on yours on Yuta's cock, gently peeling your fingers away. He took the stiff erection into his hand, making Yuta jerk and exclaim from under you. You lifted just enough so Yuta could regard Doyoung.

"What are you doing?" The quiver in his voice wasn't accusatory. Yuta may as well have been asking for directions. His voice slurred, thick with arousal.

"You're getting a little carried away," Doyoung soothed with a tone more fitting for comforting a child, "Don't you think she gets to cum first?" Yuta whined, but he nodded enough for you both to notice. "Let her cum first," he continued, "and then we'll take care of you." Doyoung took the small moan falling from your lips as a sign that Yuta had continued licking and shared a satisfied smirk with you. His hand remained firm on Yuta's cock, and the sight alone was helping your orgasm build. Doyoung sweetly swept your hair back over your shoulder as your breathing grew more ragged, the climax quickly becoming inevitable. Both boys shuddered as your body contracted, your muscles clenching in waves as your light-headedness hit its peak. You slumped forward, hoping to escape from Yuta's persistent tongue, but you were met with Doyoung's warm hand pushing back down on your thigh. His slender fingers traveled down to Yuta's hips, working at his jeans to push them down to his knees.

"You're making a mess. You better keep going," Doyoung slyly ordered, "if you stop before I say so then you won't get to cum." His hand had begun pumping at the hard cock in his grip, slowly but consistently traveling up and down the whole length. Yuta hesitated beneath you, but quickly clamped his hands down over your thighs as well to hold you in place. You cried out, the overstimulation seeming to prolong the passed orgasm. Doyoung's smirk persisted, and you both loathed and loved the feeling it gave you, the rush it filled you with. Yuta could hardly keep up, stopping regularly to let out a pained moan from his delayed orgasm and giving you a welcome reprieve.

Soon, you were both begging Doyoung to call it off. Only when you both sounded close to tears did he seem to be satisfied. You gratefully collapsed off of Yuta, spilling onto the rug next to him as you tried to catch your breath. Yuta, however, did not get off that easily -- literally. His fists balled up to his sides, he could only grit his teeth as Doyoung kept his tantalizingly slow pace. He struggled to keep from thrusting into the fist around his cock. "Please, Doyoung," Yuta breathed, his eyes squeezed tight as he pleaded, "I need it. I feel like I'm gonna fucking pass out." Doyoung couldn't contain his pitying laugh. His hand was soaked in Yuta's seeping precum. You felt the need to interfere -- to challenge Doyoung and see where exactly his desires lay, as well as helping Yuta finally reach his orgasm. You gingerly fought your tired muscles to rise up to your knees, catching Doyoung's attention before you hooked a finger into his waistband. You pulled at his belt and jeans, quickly getting his pulsing erection into your own warm grip and making him yelp. He instantly fell against you, his head on your shoulder. However, his hand still didn't let up on Yuta. You watched, pleased at the scene that was oddly serene and severe at the same time, both boys breathing hard and outlined bright in the hot glow of the fire.

"Doyoung," you spoke softly in his ear. Your free hand rose up to stroke his hair as his breath grew heavy, "haven't I been good?"

"So good, baby," he breathed.

"And Yuta? Hasn't he been good?"

"Yes, he's behaved himself," Doyoung choked out against you. You stroked him swiftly and firmly, bringing him up to speed much too fast. It was nice to see that you were the exception to Doyoung's dominance if you wanted.

"If I got to cum for being good, then so does he, doesn't he?"

"Yes, baby." With the simplest of reluctant replies, Doyoung was able to pick his head back up. He turned his gaze back to Yuta writhing on the floor. "You want to cum, right? That's why you've been so good?"

"Yes, Doyoung, yes, please. I've been good. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want just please let me cum." Yuta was practically hoarse from his repressed orgasm, nearly seething as Doyoung quickened his pace to the breaking point and then quickly backed off.

"You know what you have to say, don't you?" Doyoung smirked at the silent reply, Yuta desperately searching for the unapparent answer. The dominance had entirely returned. "What do we say when someone does something nice for us?"

"Th-thank you," Yuta muttered, shivering from too much desire and lack of proper circulation.

"What was that?" Doyoung laughed, pretending not to hear.

"Thank you, Doyoung," Yuta strained. His head pressed firmly back against the floor as he grit his teeth.

"Could you repeat that? I'm not sure I-- oh Jesus--" Doyoung collapsed, nearly folding in half as you gripped his hard-on tightly.

"Doyoung," you sweetly chided, "you made your point. Yuta will be grateful." Yuta furiously nodded his head in agreement. Doyoung sighed, wincing as your hold on his cock lessened into a gentle caress, and finally regained his pace on the leaking erection in his hand. Yuta cried out a final 'thank you', clawing at the rug underneath him as he finally shot out his orgasm. You instinctively leaned down, catching as much of the warm load as you could in your mouth, moaning at the erotic sensation. You sat back up, startled as Doyoung pulled you into a quick and heated kiss.

You both watched, amused as Yuta melted into the rug, his hair matted to his flushed face with a sheen of perspiration. His chest heaved as he finally was able to get his heart rate back down. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his forehead as he calmed down, and he gently held your hand. You caught Doyoung looking at you expectantly.

"My turn?"

"Hmm," you pondered coyly, "am I ready for another round? You were pretty mean to Yuta just now. Do you deserve it?" Doyoung looked distressed, if only for a moment. You set his mind at ease with a stifled laugh as you pulled him close. You tugged at his sweater, peeling it off along with the thin shirt underneath and admired his toned chest before you lay down next to Yuta on the rug. Pulling the exhausted man into your arms, you pulled Yuta's shirt off as well. "Is this alright?" You asked him, looking back and forth between him and Doyoung, "I know this wasn't exactly what the three of us had in mind."

"I'm fine, I think," Yuta breathed, still coming back to earth, "I'm still coming to terms with that orgasm, but I'm definitely not feeling bad."

"Definitely not bad," Doyoung noted incredulously, "you're still hard." Looking down, you were equally impressed as you noticed he was right. Doyoung excused himself to grab a glass of water, leaving you and Yuta momentarily alone once more after he threw another log on the fire.

Yuta pulled you into his arms and rolled you on top of him, holding you close. He tucked a loose tendril of hair behind your ear, cupping your flushed face. "How about you? Are you okay?" You nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course. This whole thing is surreal, but I'm enjoying myself. You seem to be enjoying yourself, too." You let out a breathless giggle, referring to the soft head of Yuta's cock kissing up against your dripping entrance. He smirked in return, gently rocking his hips up to dip the head inside. You shivered, suddenly letting out a surprised squeak as a firm set of hands began easing you down on the sore erection. You both groaned before regarding the presence behind you. Doyoung replied with a sly smile before reaching under your ass to shimmy Yuta's pants all the way off. Somewhere between here and the kitchen, Doyoung had finished undressing as well.

"Jesus," Yuta laughed, "you're so quiet! We need to put a bell on you or something."

"Sorry," Doyoung chuckled, "you were having a moment. I just wanted to help it along."

He certainly seemed to have had that effect. You already began slowly grinding your hips against Yuta's cock, his own hips meeting yours the best they could in this position on the floor. Doyoung reached a hand out, groping and palming your ass as you rode. You both momentarily froze as his thumb brushed against your asshole.

"Sorry--!" Doyoung instantly apologized.

"No-no-no," you quickly recovered, "it wasn't bad."

You nearly cooed when you noticed a blush crawl over Doyoung's cheeks. Yuta was practically on another planet, too preoccupied to notice. "Are you... Are you shy about it?"

"I mean, I didn't ask or anything--"

"Doyoung, none of us particularly asked anyone anything," Yuta suddenly interjected.

"I've experimented plenty before, you know," you said matter-of-factly. Doyoung babbled, half jealous, half bashful. Yuta raised an impressed eyebrow at you as he stifled a laugh. "Oh my god!" You laughed, playfully punching Doyoung in the arm, "You thought I'm innocent, didn't you!"

Doyoung gave in, hanging his head and laughing shamefully. "Ugh, am I that obvious? I guess I had you figured wrong."

"Is it a bad thing?" Yuta asked.

"What? No! Of course not!"

"Then..." You carefully proposed, "Do you want to try it with me?"

"Like... At the same time?"

You simply nodded in reply. Doyoung stared. Yuta stared. You officially surpassed both their expectations. You bit at your lip. "I always wanted to try," you admitted. "Are you okay with it?" You directed at Yuta. He nodded expectantly, picking up his dropped pace underneath you and meeting your thrusts again. Grabbing Doyoung's hand, you pulled him closer to the two of you. You pecked a kiss to his blushed cheek as he ran his fingertips back over the curve of your ass. The pad of his middle finger brushed the slick entrance of your pussy and up against the puckered hole above, making you both gasp and shiver as he gently pushed the digit into you. Though you had, in fact, experimented with anal both on your own and with a partner, you'd never had two partners to try this with before. The closest you had gotten was trying with an old boyfriend with the help of a dildo, and you'd given up from an impatient lack of proper care and preparation.

Doyoung was, of course, much more attentive, almost taking too much time to stretch you open. Surely, Yuta couldn't hold off a second orgasm forever. You had to practically beg Doyoung to add another finger, assuring and reassuring him that you were fine and loving it. Replacing his slow hand on his member with your own, you hoped to coax him along and make him just a little more eager. "Please, please, Doyoung," you breathed, "I need it. I need you in me, too." He nodded earnestly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. You arched into his touch as you felt his hands on your hips again.

"Hold on a second," Doyoung chuckled darkly. You and Yuta took notice -- his confidence was back. "I need to get wet real quick." Just as you were about to question, Doyoung's hands lifted you off of Yuta's cock. Your protest was shocked into a sudden moan as Doyoung sank his whole length into your sopping wet heat. Yuta's hands clutched onto your thighs, hypnotized into silence as Doyoung bounced you hard back against his cock. He teasingly pulled out, pushing you back onto Yuta's aching dick before leaving you empty once more and impaling you again on himself. "There," he soothed, running a surprisingly gentle hand down your back, "all lubed up and ready to go." He eased back out of you and let you sink back down onto Yuta's length. Yuta let out a satisfied groan to have you back down against him. Both boys' eyes bore into you as the head of Doyoung's cock finally eased up against your hole, watching as your moans turned to whines as you slowly, persistently took the length inside of you.

Your thighs trembled and you leaned forward, resting your forehead on Yuta's chest and arching your ass up to meet Doyoung's hips. Both of them caressed you, whispering sweet praise and encouragement until Doyoung was fully rested inside of you. You finally sat back up, realizing that both boys' eyes were locked on each other. "Holy shit," you panted, "I feel so..."

"It's oddly intimate, right?" Yuta laughed quietly, fluttering his eyes shut at the sensation of Doyoung nestled tight up against him through your walls.

"Goddamn -- That's definitely a word for it," Doyoung agreed, his hold on your hips wavering from the stimulation.

"Doyoung -- Yuta -- Somebody please move," you whined, your hips fighting on which direction to move. Tentatively, the three of you figured out a rhythm that worked: you moving back with Doyoung's thrusts, and moving forward with Yuta's. You took your time, feeling each other out and enjoying the drawn out sensation.

"Yuta," Doyoung moaned out, "how have you not cum again yet?"

"My refractory period is dumb," Yuta struggled, "sometimes I'll stay hard but won't cum for an eternity. Guess it's one of those times, except this is bringing me dangerously close."

"Oh, thank god," Doyoung hissed, "I felt like a dick getting close already."

"I'm not surprised, I mean you haven't even orgasmed once yet."

"Uh--"

The three of you grinded to a sudden halt. You craned your neck to gaze back at Doyoung, the blush returning to your cheeks.

"When?!" You laughed.

"Uh... Earlier. When I went to the bathroom. Took care of some tension."

"My bathroom, Doyoung?!" You and Yuta failed to keep down a guffaw.

"Stop or I'll never cum again." Doyoung's head lolled back as he sighed in embarrassment. You reached to squeeze his hand on your hip, but were surprised as Yuta beat you to it.

"Don't be so dramatic and help us cum," Yuta playfully jabbed. Doyoung gave him a thankful smile and you yelped as his thrusts resumed behind you. Amazingly, the shared real estate inside you meant that Doyoung's cock angled Yuta's just enough right into your g-spot in this position. In fact, they'd been collectively pounding up against it this whole time, surprising you as you felt a rare penetrative orgasm approaching.

"Holy shit," you moaned desperately, "you're both going to make me cum if you keep this up."

"That's as bright of a sign as we're going to get," Doyoung laughed, "and not too soon, either."

"I'll fucking say. I've been holding back for the past two minutes."

"Wait," Doyoung blurted, "wait-wait-wait I'm just about there--"

"Hurry up, then," you cried out, "oh, Jesus--!"

Your legs clamped down around Yuta, the erratic pulsing of your muscles pulling both his and Doyoung's orgasms out of them, eventually syncing all three of you together. You lay in a heap, breathing each other in and finally collapsing into a pile as both boys gently eased out of you.

"Do you need anything?" Doyoung offered. You weakly smiled and shook your head, rocking up onto your feet and teetering like a fawn down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up.

You gazed in the mirror, face flushed and glowing and your hair a ruffled mess. What did this mean for the three of you? Would it be possible to figure out an arrangement that would work for all of you? You grabbed a couple towels and washcloths and a pack of wet wipes before making the trek back down the hall. You paused just short of the living room, not wanting to interrupt the conversation inside. As you peered around the corner, both boys were wrapped up in blankets by the fire, hip to hip.

"-- Yeah, I'm fine. Great, even." Yuta assured, sounding a bit dazed, still.

"I'm glad. I've just never... You know?"

"Me neither... Wait, really? You've never been in a threesome, or with a guy?"

"Uh, yes."

"Seriously?! You're a natural. I mean, as far as I can tell."

"How flattering."

"Oh, I'm teasing, you big baby. You're a natural slut. A real manwhore."

"Yuta, oh my god--"

"Definitely a good dom, that's for sure."

"Yuta -- wait, really?"

"Yeah! That edging was, uh, heh, pretty great. I could really be down for that again."

You could see Doyoung's blush in the glow of the fire even from where you stood.

"That is," Yuta teased, "if you're not still going to be all territorial."

"Well, she's nobody's territory. We're not dealing with flags, here. But I see what you mean. I had you figured wrong, too, I guess. I'm sorry about that."

"Hey, don't worry; it's kind of cute, if not a little obnoxious."

"I think it's cute, too." You finally interrupted, emerging from the dark with your supplies. The boys backed up about a foot away from each other, getting a laugh out of you.

You probably had nothing to worry about. Not even the assignment. Not even the snow outside. In fact, you wanted the snow to last forever.

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swim | chapter 3.

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; sex shop!au ; college!au ; language ; masturbation genre: smut ; angst ; crack ; fluff previous: 1 ; 2

summary: what he wanted was someone he could have casual sex with. what he got, was a co-worker that he wanted much more from.

a/n: I literally posted part 2 and had to write part 3 the same day, even if it’s probably been a while since I uploaded part 2 and this will be sitting in my drafts for a while but omg, so inspired rn hahaha. hope you like it! - editing update: I was correct, it has been sitting in my drafts for a while lol(masterlist is in my description box)

“Hey Yoongi,” a regular walked up to the cash desk where Yoongi was currently sitting, texting someone on his phone, “Where's the pretty girl that works here now?”

“What's it to you?” he replied, not looking up, but continuing to type instead.

“Well.. it's just.. I heard she's really beautiful and I wanted to see her.”

“To do what exactly? She's not exactly your age, you know?” finally he looked up, his stare cold as ice, “So don't bother flirting with her,” his voice wasn’t angry, just filled with the right amount of threat for the guy not to try anything with you.

That was exactly the moment that your cheerful voice echoed through the store, a smile as bright as the sun itself on your face as you greeted Yoongi happily, “Hey! I brought you coffee!”

His heart skipped a beat at that. The fact that you cared enough about him to get him coffee in the morning.. and here he had been at first, completely against the idea of having a co-worker.

“Thanks,” after he had made sure that the guy was far enough away from you, he was able to relax and smile at you, “How was your day?”

“Oh, you know.. uni. Nothing exciting. How was yours?”

“Yeah, same,” he nodded, taking a sip from his coffee and looking back down to his phone when he got another new message.

And you knew it wasn't your business because you had only just started working here and Yoongi and you literally knew nothing about each other, but it was both curiosity and maybe even a bit of jealousy that made you ask: “Your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? No. No girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you had to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from smiling.

It was good to know. Not that you thought about flirting with him or something like that, but.. you know..

However, what he didn't tell you was that the girl he was texting was someone he met on Tinder.

He doubted you'd be thrilled to know that he just scored a sex date tonight and it wasn't exactly something he wanted you to know in your first week of working here - or ever, to be honest -, so he decided to turn off his phone instead and give you his full attention.

“So.. a few new porn movies came in earlier. You could sort through them and put them in the racks if you want to?”

“Sure, I can do that,” you smiled with a nod and walked into the back of the store to get the porn movies that he mentioned.

And as soon as you were gone, the customer from before returned to Yoongi and said: “She's drop dead gorgeous.”

“And too young for you, for the second fucking time. Now buy what you want to buy or leave. I don't want you lurking around here and staring at her weirdly. Got it?”

It almost sounded like he was a protective boyfriend now.

God, why was he looking out for you so much? And why was it so important to him that you were always safe and that other guys didn't look at you weirdly?

Did all male co-workers do that for their female colleagues? Probably, right? It was normal..

You did what Yoongi had asked you to do and actually spent almost an hour on sorting through the movies. You'd be surprised how many new porn movies came out a day.

After that was done, you decided to fold the lingerie nicely again.

Truth be told, some of these things were actually really cute.

And if you had a boyfriend – or a sex life – you might lean towards wearing some of these, you thought as you picked one up and stared at it with a smile.

Yoongi quickly averted his eyes and shook his head, trying not to think about what you would look like if you wore one of these.. while you were teasing.. him.

Fuck, stop thinking about it, you have a date tonight. Focus on your date, don't focus on her.

He turned on his phone again and decided to sext the other girl in hopef of getting his mind off you, while customers were occasionally coming to him to pay for things. It distracted him slightly. Not enough to fully get the picture out of his head, but enough for him not to run around with a boner when he got up from the cash desk and helped you with a box full of new toys.

“Why are these so heavy?” you asked, completely out of breath.

“It's the fists.”

“The fists? Fists for what?”

“Well.. fisting.”

Here's a pro tip. If you're a virgin, don't know shit about sex and are a shy mess when it comes to kinks? Don't work at a fucking sex shop.

You immediately panicked and took a step back, letting go of the box, so that all of the 'fists' fell out.

Luckily no customers were around to witness it and Yoongi thought it was rather funny.

“I take it that's not up in your to-do list, then?” he crouched down and started picking them up one by one again, placing them back into the box.

“People.. they.. but.. where? And how?”

“You really don't know?” he furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side, “I thought people that worked here needed to be kinky.”

Oh wow. Here we go.

You instantly looked away, a blush spreading from your cheeks, to your neck, all the way down to your chest.

“I.. well.. it's, you know.. complicated.”

“How so?” he asked, his voice not filled with judgment, but with interest, “Are you a virgin, or something?” Yoongi laughed, as if he wasn't quite believing it himself. But when you didn't answer and only stared at your feet, his eyes widened and he shot up straight like a bullet, “Hold on.. seriously?”

“It's not a big deal, you know? A lot of girls my age are and.. I know that most of them don't say it, but well.. they are,” you pretty much tumbled over your words, thinking Yoongi would laugh at you.

But he didn't.

There was this wildly spread misconception that guys didn't like it when girls were still virgins. That they thought it was embarrassing and pathetic, when in reality, most men actually did like it.

Not just the fact that if they became your boyfriend, they'd have the privilege to be your first, but because it meant that you respected your body enough not to just sleep with a guy for the first time because everyone else wasn't a virgin anymore. It meant that you were smarter than most girls who did it just so the status of 'virgin' would be gone.

“You don't have to defend yourself for it, you know? I was just surprised..”

“Why?” you asked, your voice an octave higher.

“Well, I told you before that you're really attractive and I don't know if you've ever had a boyfriend, but.. if you didn't, then the guys you hang out with are absolutely stupid not to see what a great girl you are.”

The corners of your mouth curled into a smile as you finally looked back up at him, “You think so?”

“Yeah. Personally, I think it's great that you are. It just means you're waiting for the right person or don't want to just randomly sleep with someone to not be a 'virgin' anymore. I like that. Makes you an even cooler person, in my mind.”

Yeah, and you know what else it did? It made his fucking heart swell in his chest.

And that was a fucking issue.

How come this just added to the list of reasons why he liked you more than he should? The idea that you were still 'pure' and that if he was ever lucky enough to be with you, he might be the first to touch you and..- god he should really stop thinking about this.

“Thank you. Really,” you had been so insecure about it for so long. But to hear someone like him say something like that.. it felt good, really. It made you see that no, not everything is about sex.

“How about you let me handle the fists and you do the cash register in the meantime? I think most people just want to buy porn or lingerie for now anyways.”

“Yeah,” you scratched the back of your head, “I think that'd be good.”

You'd probably get accustomed to it eventually. You had to. But for now, it was probably the better decision to let him deal with the hardcore toys.

“Hey!” Yoongi walked into the living room of his frat house, all of his members currently drinking and enjoying themselves, “I told you to get lost, I'm bringing a girl over and I don't want you people sitting here like losers and drinking beer. I want her to at least think that we're one of the cool fraternities.”

“Oooooh, hyung is finally going to get laaaaid,” Taehyung laughed as he got up, clapping him on the shoulder as he ran past him into his room.

The others soon followed, all laughing and clapping him on the shoulder as well.

All but Hoseok.

“How's (Y/N)?”

“Seriously? You want to talk about her now? When my date comes around any second?”

“Yeah, why not,” he shrugged, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “You came home today smiling like an idiot. I think it was because of her.. am I right?”

“Hoseok, I'm not letting you ruin my sex night by talking about my co-worker. So do yourself and me a favor and go.”

“A tinder date versus our pretty co-worker.. and you go for the tinder date,” Hoseok sighed as he walked towards the stairs, “You're falling lower and lower, my friend.”

He knew that.

And if he wasn't so goddamn horny and needed to fuck someone hard against a wall right now, he would have taken the effort to really get to know you.

Actually, he still might do that.

But now that he also knew you were a virgin, he knew that if he actually did end up dating you – for whatever reason – he'd have to wait even longer for sex.

And he just really needed it now.

With one final glance in the mirror and a bit more perfume on his neck, he walked over to the door and let his date in.

She was as pretty as she was on her profile picture, had dressed up nicely enough, but then again, both of you knew why she was really here, so she had worn something that would be easy to take off.

Still, he didn't want to be rude.

He invited her into the living room and turned on the TV, both of them talking for the first hour, until he slid closer and closer.

And then they were finally making out, Yoongi pulling her onto his lap as she began to move back and forth on his already hard penis.

He let out a breathy moan, the girl grinning as she leaned down to his ear.

“Bedroom?”

Oh god, how long he had waited for someone to say that to him again.

Yoongi didn't wait for another invitation, he grabbed her ass and picked her up, carrying her into his bedroom and falling onto the bed with her.

After that everything became a little blurry.

He remembered clothes being taken off, remembered fingering her and then all he could remember as his eyes were closed and she was sucking him off was..

“(Y/N),” he moaned, his hands in your hair.

No.

Her hair.

“(Y/N)?” she asked, immediately sitting up, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I.. I said..-”

“I'm giving you a blowjob and you think about another girl? Dude, what the fuck?!”

“No, wait, I didn't..-” but she was already getting dressed again.

And he didn't even have one freaking orgasm.

And a moment later, he could hear her slam the front door closed and he was left lying on his bed with his hard penis flat against his stomach and him staring up at the ceiling of his room.

“I fucking hate my life,” he whispered to himself, as he wrapped his hand around his shaft once again.

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sarahboseman · 6 years

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WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT (PART 2)

CHADWICK BOSEMAN X READER

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FEBRUARY 8th 2018

5 months ago …

The strobe lights color the room, the music is loud, the songs you adore are blasting in one of your favorite club. The DJ is fantastic and you couldn’t wish for a better place to celebrate your promotion.

Aisha and Jason have organized this surprise party by inviting some friend and colleague and you are really enjoying it. It was a long time since you went dancing with friends. You don’t know how many drinks you drank, but you don’t mind the feeling. You like this feeling of disinhibition you have when you slightly exaggerate with alcohol.

You move as you can really do, moving your body following the rhythm in the middle of the dance floor with your friends when suddenly you feel your head starts spinning to not being able to stand up straight.

“I take a break, I need some air … and the bathroom” you cry in Aisha’s ear who nods and asks if you want company.

“No worries, nothing serious"

You wink at her and, after taking your jacket, you go outside to get some fresh air trying to make the nausea disappear.

It’s very late night and very cold outside. As you breathe clouds of smoke come out of your mouth. You’d like to smoke a cigarette, but you made many sacrifices to stop, so you just lean your back against the wall and look around waiting to feel slightly better, usually the fresh air helps.

The access of the private club faces a secondary road, in the alley there aren’t many people, some people who smoke because inside is forbidden, someone who chat a little bit, some laughings around. The two huge doormen are at the entrance checking who enters and who leaves, checking the pass and the list.

After noticing the few people around you, your gaze rests on two women and a man on your right, all very attractive, beautiful features, very well dressed speaking and laughing and you may swear to have seen them already somewhere. But at that moment you can’t concentrate to remember where or when and look away the moment they notice you were watching them. One of the two girls looks at you smiling and greeting you.

“It’s very chilly tonight, better don’t stay out here for so long or you’ll catch a death of cold!”

Her accent is American, very different from the one you’re used to hearing here every day, it reminds you home.

You nod and return the gentle smile

"I just need some air and than I’ll come back, thanks for the advice”

“Oh you’re not british, are you American too?”

“Yes, I’ve been here for a while. I don’t think I’ll ever integrate with the accent”

“birthday party?“

"promotion”

“Congratulations then! nice to meet you, see you inside, have fun”

You greet with education while all three return inside.

You stay outside again for a while to enjoy the frozen air touching your skin trying to figure out where you’ve already seen those three people, but nothing … your mind is too intoxicated by alcohol and the loud music that echoes from inside doesn’t help .

You tighten in your jacket while you approach the entrance for coming back.

You head towards the back of the club where your have your reserved table and sip some more of your drink.

Your body moves involuntarily following the sound, for a moment you look for your friends who are still dancing far away from you and close your eyes enjoying the music. And that’s when you feel someone approaching you.

You sigh bored thinking of the umpteenth guy who wants to try an approach noticing you’re alone. It’s the tenth time this evening that you say “No thanks” and repeat it now again:

“No thanks, not interested” You’re annoyed even before he utters a word, you don’t even open your eyes to look in his direction.

“You’ve changed a lot, but I’d have recognized you everywhere in the crowd"

Your heart stops for a moment when you recognize his voice, you’d have recognized it even if it was a sigh in the midst of that mess.

“Chadwick …”

“Y/N …”

He’s standing next to you, looking at you, perhaps waiting for your sign to sit down. You look at him, he’s beautiful, he’s definitely changed too, he’s more man, more mature, more experienced, but he’s always a beautiful guy and always very sexy as you remember him.

Wearing a tight black T-shirt that enhances his perfect and toned body, casual pants and he’s a bit sweaty, he breathes in breathlessness, most likely he was dancing. You know he loves dancing and you also know he’s very good. You remember him at those summer night parties … oh hell yes you remember him. But it’s not really the right moment to get into certain memories and thoughts.

You don’t know how many minutes have passed in that awkward silence, but when you try to talk, he tries too. You try again and he tries again and your voices overlap.

“You first”, he tells you, smiling

“Ok … Hi …” you say to him, looking him in the eyes and then looking away. It’s the only thing you can say.

“Hi … can I sit down with you for a moment?”

With a nod of the head you say yes, moving your jacket from the other side, allowing him to sit next to you.

He seems more embarrassed than you, he doesn’t look you in your direction, he puts his forearms on his open legs looking straight ahead, he smiles perhaps looking for the right words to start a conversation.

You’re embarrassed and terrified and uncomfortable, and you know the reason very well.

You’ve lived the last years of your life with the thought he was angry with you, that he hated you and that if he had met you by chance, he’d have turned around without even saying hi giving you a look.

And instead here he is, next to you and he doesn’t look angry, but it seems that he can read your inner thoughts perceiving your sensations on his skin.

“I’m no longer angry with you Y/N, actually I don’t think I’ve ever been. If this can help you” he says, turning his head to look at you in the eye.

The music is always very high, but you can hear his words loud and clear.

When he smiles in that kind way you relax … that smile and that gaze he used to look at you making you feel good. He rubs his hands and looks at you again, waiting for your reaction, your word.

"It’s nice to see you again, Chadwick, you look good …”

“It’s very nice to see you too Y/N, you’re always very beautiful, much more beautiful, if I may say so”

You feel your cheeks bursting with embarrassment, never such a simple compliment has made you this effect.

His gaze is fixed on your eyes, looking for something, then it goes down to look at your body covered by a mini dress, despite the cold. His gaze is fixed on your legs and you see him tilt his head as to compliment.

He’s also become more uninhibited, you smile slightly shaking your head.

“What brings you in London?”

“European Premiere of my movie tonight … and then we came here to celebrate all together"

“So, a touch and go..”

“Yes, we leave early for the press tour”

“Congratulations on your movie by the way, they said it’s really cool”

“Will you go to see it?”

“Of course I will”

“Good … free evening out with friends?“

"I had a promotion yesterday and we came to celebrate”

“Congratulations”

“Thank you…”

You rub your hands on your legs, and then try to relax your shoulders, you still feel a little awkward, take a deep breath and see Aisha looking at you from the dance floor, trying to figure out if you need help. You two are a bit telepathic and with a nod of your head you say no. She returns to dance, but without losing sight on you.

You’d like to tell Chadwick so many things but you know it’s not the moment and the place, he too would like to tell you so many things, but he doesn’t dare. You see him with the corner of your eye, he opens his lips to say something but holds back several times. Sinking that conversation down his throat. Those moments of silence seem eternal and you try to break the ice in some way.

“You don’t got to sit here, don’t you want to enjoy the party? Your colleagues will be looking for you”

“No, it doesn’t bother me sitting here hidden for a while … believe me. Listen Y/N I need to talk to you, the music is too damn loud, let’s go out for a moment?”

"Chad, my love, where were you???” A female voice says approaching you.

You see him stiffen instantly, swallow and then show off a big smile to the girl who reaches him making him stand beside her, taking his hand. She squeezes his waist, then placing her other hand on his chest, as if to mark her territory. You get up too as if it were an involuntary movement.

"I’m here baby, I’m just having a chat” he answers.

She looks at him smiling and then looks at you without greeting and scanning you from head to toe

"It was a pleasure to see you again, congratulations again for the promotion” he tells you in a very detached and formal tone.

“It was a pleasure for me too” you answer him as he walks away with his girlfriend … you suppose, she called him “my love”.

“Who was that Chaddy?”

“No one, just an old friend”

You don’t want to stay there anymore, you just want to go home and start crying. It was nice to see him again, but seeing him with another person hurt you.

“Why the heck should it hurt me?” (you think)

It’s been years, many years, and it’s normal for him to have a girlfriend, as you’ve had many boyfriends. What’s wrong then?

Yet you feel bad and the fact you couldn’t talk to him, makes you even more nervous and intractable.

After all that meeting was totally not planned!!! “So why the fuck???!!!!” You tell talking to yourself while Aisha reaches you.

"Y/N sweetheart, where are you going?”

“Home, I’m tired and I don’t feel good, thank you very much for the nice evening love”

“Just wait, I come with you"

“Keep on having fun, I don’t want to ruin the evening, really, we’ll talk later"

"Y/N … what did he tell you? I didn’t get close to not interrupt anything ”

“Nothing, we didn’t talk about anything, but tomorrow morning I’ll tell you everything, ok?”

Aisha nods and caresses your shoulder as you take your belongings to reach the exit. At that moment you accidentally turn you head towards Chadwick’s group and see him dancing very close to with his girlfriend, but he’s looking at you …

TO BE CONTINUED …

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wallsinner · 6 years

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Title: Summer Days Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x Female Reader Warnings: None, I don’t think. Summary: “You should be sorry.” You snapped back at him, flustered. “Oh God it’s cold and uncomfortable and dripping. Do you have a tissue?!” Notes: Old, Unbeta’d.

You sighed happily to yourself as you stretched out on the grass beneath you. It was the first sunny day for a while and with how unpredictable the weather had been lately, you weren’t going to risk missing out. It just so happened that it had fallen on a day where not only were you not in classes, but you had the day off from serving coffee in Starbucks. You didn’t pity your colleagues that were working today, because you sure were glad that you weren’t the one behind the counter working with boiling water in the heat.

Come to think of it, you thought that a Mocha Frappuccino with whipped cream sounded pretty great right about now, but you had no desire to go into your place of work on a day off, especially when you didn’t know who was working but you had a strong suspicion that it was Reiner and there was no way you were going near that boy in a crop top, you would never live it down. And it seemed like such a hassle to leave the park while it was still so nice…

You were distracted from your thoughts by the low sound of noise, it had been peaceful up until a few seconds ago. You groaned in annoyance, yes, you knew that you didn’t own the park but just because it was nice for a few hours, did that really mean that your peace had to be interrupted by boys who no doubt wanted to play sport in the park. Why did it matter to them? They played whether or not it was sunny. You’d seen Jean Kirschtein and his friends trekking into their building covered in mud when they’d been rolling around the college field in the rain, not caring if they got sick or not just so they could kick a freaking ball at each other.

Not that… you cared if Jean Kirschtein got sick.

It wasn’t as if whenever he came into Starbucks and you served him, you had to physically restrain yourself from drawing a heart onto the cup before you handed it to him.

Nope, not at all.

The thing about Jean Kirschtein was that a tiny part of you thought maybe the feelings were mutual. Or at the very least that you were somewhere on his radar. He’d learnt your name and he always greeted you whenever he saw you. He had a habit of turning up where you were when you were out with your friends at the weekends, plus he came into Starbucks almost every day and your friend Christa had gleefully reported to you that the days when you weren’t working the counter, he didn’t order anything. You didn’t know him that well, you’d made polite conversation with him a few times when you’d been at the same place, but you knew it was probably coincidence that he did seem to appear where you were. Your friends didn’t seem to think so, they called him your stalker.

You may have liked him and may have let yourself suspect a couple of times that he may share the same sentiments (but you always inwardly scolded yourself and pushed those feelings away… you were not going to let yourself think something as egotistical as that!) but you knew that you would never give in to those feelings, because you’d heard too many rumours about him and his attitude. You didn’t want to be another conquest on his list.

“Yo, looks like another coincidence is happening.” Christa laughed lightly from her position next to you. “Your stalker is here.”

You sat up, taking the black sunglasses off of your face and sure enough over the other side of the park, where the noise was coming from, stood Jean and his friends. Ugh, damn him for being there and being cute with his stupid two-toned hair and his stupid face. There was no way you were going to get your relaxing day now, because you knew that you were going to be too worried about how you looked.

Why were you worrying about this? You’d already told yourself a bajillion times that you weren’t going to pursue this stupid crush on Jean anyway. If you could call it a crush.

“I don’t care.” You shrugged back at Christa, settling back onto your back on the towel but you knew that Christa knew that you were going to spend the rest of the afternoon watching the soccer game that was apparently about to happen over the top of your sunglasses.

Especially because he’d just taken his shirt off and was bragging that his team were going to win the game.

You’d never been a soccer girl, you actually found the game quite boring to watch and you didn’t know why it was so popular. Did it not get boring kicking a ball back and forth for so long? You’d once questioned your father on this, but he’d laughed at you and sent you off to play because apparently you were blocking the TV. It wasn’t… boring today though? Maybe because you weren’t paying attention to the game, but rather Jean. The way his muscles tensed, the way he jokingly taunted his friends, the sweat on his back and the way that when the ice cream truck came to the park he was probably the most excited out of his friends.

Ugh, why did he have to be so cute and make this so hard?!

You were trying to push the thoughts of Jean’s naked back out of your mind when you felt something cold hit you in the stomach and you flew into a sitting position. “What the fuck?” you cried out, ripping your sunglasses off your face and looking down at your stomach. Vanilla ice cream dripped down onto your skirt and you looked up to see Jean stood over you.

A very sheepish looking Jean.

“Hey _____… Christa…” he addressed the girl next to you who’d also sat up. “I wanted to say hey and… uh, I guess I kind of had an incident with this.” He held up a now empty cone. “I’m sorry?”

“You should be sorry.” You snapped back at him, flustered. “Oh God it’s cold and uncomfortable and dripping. Do you have a tissue?!” You looked from Christa to Jean in the hopes that one of them would, but they both shrugged.

“I could… lick it off for you?” Jean suddenly blurted out, shrugging.

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. “I’m not going to be one of your conquests.” You snapped back at him.

He looked taken aback. “It was…a joke? A bad one, but a joke. And you do realize that you’re lying on a towel?”

You groaned, how stupid could you have been. You staggered to your feet, grabbing the towel from beneath you and rubbing at the sticky mess until most of it was gone from your stomach. It still felt uncomfortable and so you slipped your feet into the shoes you’d kicked off when you’d arrived at the park and grabbed your bag, shoving the towel into it. “I’m gonna go Christa, I’ll call you later… okay?” you told your friend, before you started to walk back in the direction of your place.

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear you know.”

You hadn’t realized that you hadn’t shaken Jean off at the park and turned round. “What?”

He caught up with your pace. “The thing you said about conquests. You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”

You felt your cheeks redden and shrugged, pretending that you didn’t care. “What you do with your personal life isn’t any of my business, Kirschtein.”

“An ex-girlfriend of mine started those rumors… we broke up because she was kind of… well, a psycho and so when I couldn’t handle it anymore and broke up with her she started trying to spread shit about me. Yeah, I guess I can have a temper but I’m not disrespectful. I don’t do one night stands, when I like someone, I like someone and I suppose I like you. I’ve been trying to get up the courage to talk to you for a while, but it never gets past small talk and sometimes I don’t think before I speak and wow… this is awkward.”

That was the probably the longest sentence that Jean had ever said to you and it made your stomach flip. You’d felt kind of bad liking him because of those rumors but… they weren’t true? He was actually a good guy? And kind of sweet in the way he spoke to you? “Well…” you swallowed. “Maybe you can get to know me better. It’s still nice out… maybe we can go for a walk or get something to eat or something while it’s still a nice day.”

Jean grinned at you. “I’d be cool with that.”

“You have to give me like half an hour though because I feel disgusting and I need to shower and no offence, but so do you, you’ve been running around for like an hour and that’s gross.”

“Wait… if I have to go shower… this had better be our first date.” Jean teased you.

“I suppose you could call it that.” You were going on a date with Jean! It’s funny how things can change in just an hour… you’d really have a lot to tell Christa when you called her later. “If you really wanted to.”

Jean looked at you for a second and then smiled. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” he reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “And then I’m giving you the best first date ever, I kind of owe you it for being creepy for the past couple of months.”

You just smiled to yourself. You knew him showing up where you and your friends were hanging out couldn’t have been a coincidence.

“Hey, _____?” he suddenly blurted out.

“Yes, Jean?”

“I can’t believe I got a date out of spilling white, sticky stuff onto your stomach…”

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andtheniwrotemarvel · 7 years

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Love Stinks

Peter Parker x Reader

Assumed female reader

Word Count: 2114

Based on the song Love Stinks by the J. Geils Band

You love her But she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can’t win And so it goes ‘Til the day you die This thing they call love It’s gonna make you cry I’ve had the blues The reds and the pinks One thing for sure

“So Ned loves you–”

“Likes. We’re sophomores in high school, Michelle. We can’t possibly know what love is.”

“And you love Peter–”

“Like.”

“And Peter loves Liz.”

“Likes!”

“Fine! Likes!” Michelle finally consented.

“And from what I’ve heard, Liz likes Peter. Are you happy now?”

“Hardly,” you scoffed. “Man, this isn’t even a love triangle anymore,” she complained. “This is some sort of messed-up square or something. Why are you involving me in this again?”

“Because you don’t care.”

“What? That makes zero sense.”

“You don’t care in the sense that you’re separate from this whole mess. You’re not really involved,” you tried to explain. “I don’t know. I know what I’m thinking, but I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Nah, I gotcha,” she said. “I’m not apart of this messed-up love square, and I frankly don’t care how it turns out, so I’m the perfect person to vent to about it.”

“Yes! There it is,” you exclaimed. “Thank you for being perfect, Michelle.”

She gave you a look. “You need to stop telling me I’m perfect. I might actually believe you one day.” She shuddered. “I can’t even imagine how insufferable I’d be. I’d be worse than Flash.”

“And that’s really hard to do,” you added, then began chuckling at a surfacing memory. “I still can’t believe you had a crush on him in eighth grade.”

“We don’t talk about that anymore, (Y/N). We agreed that middle school is off-limits,” she complained. “Besides, extreme cockiness was very attractive in the eighth grade.”

“I wish you were wrong…but you’re not,” you grimaced. “Gross. Can you even imagine having a crush on Flash now?”

“That would be like having a crush on Tom from Parks and Rec. Really embarrassing and full of moments where you wondered why the heck you ever started to like him in the first place.”

“I bet that unless Flash suddenly decided to mature, he’s going to end up just like Tom Haverford,” you postulated. “But, I mean, anything could happen right?”

“Well, one thing’s for sure.”

“And what’s that?”

Michelle looked you straight in the eyes and said, “Love stinks.”

You nodded slowly. “True that.”

Love stinks Yeah, yeah (Love stinks)

“Liz, are you alright?” you asked the senior girl. You weren’t necessarily close, but you had come to care about her general wellbeing. When you saw her crying in the hall, you had to ask why.

“I’m sure you heard all about my dad. Seems like everyone has by now,” she replied, her voice cracking.

“No, I haven’t heard anything,” you said. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, though.”

“Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about that,” she sniffled. “The kicker is that I’m moving to Seattle, I guess.”

A rush of joy was quickly followed by a rush of extreme guilt. No Liz meant that Peter Parker would be forced to turn his romantic attention elsewhere, but then you felt terrible that your first thought was that you were happy that she was leaving. Your horror at your own thoughts had you beet red, unable to say anything. Was it wrong to be happy that a corner of the messed-up love square was going away?

“I’m so sorry, Liz,” you said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want a hug? You really look like you need a good hug.”

“That would be great,” she responded, unable to hold any more tears back.

Even as you embraced your sort-of mentor tightly, you still felt incredibly guilty about the part of you that was glad that she was moving.

“Take care of the decathlon team, okay? I don’t want to spoil anything, but we’re going to have two co-captains next year instead of just one captain,” Liz told you. “I recommended you to be one of them, but who knows whether or not it’ll actually happen, right?”

“Hey, regardless, I’ll still keep you up to date,” you promised. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“Hey, Liz!” a voice called from down the hall. It was none other than the notorious Peter Parker, coming to apologize after another ill-timed disappearance.

“I need to get to class,” you excused yourself. “Promise to keep in touch?”

“Of course, (Y/N).”

Two by two and side by side Love’s gonna find you, yes, it is You just can’t hide You’ll hear it call Your heart will fall Then love will fly It’s gone, that’s all I don’t care what any Casanova thinks All I can say is

“And for the co-captains, I’ve nominated Michelle and (Y/N),” Mr. Harrington announced.

Michelle looked up from her book in surprise while you smiled at your colleagues as you accepted their applause.

“Thanks, but my friends call me MJ,” Michelle said with a hint of a smile.

“But I thought you didn’t have any friends,” Ned countered, confused.

“I…didn’t.”

“Are we finally acknowledging that we’re friends?” you gasped.

“I wouldn’t go that far. We’re more like ranting partners at this point.”

“We’ve been ranting together for four years, and we’re not even to the friend mark yet?”

“That sounds about right,” she agreed.

“I gotta go,” Peter Parker said, not looking up from his phone. “See you guys later.”

“Where are you going?” Michelle stopped him.

Flustered and without words, Peter pointed at the door. Even when he was gaping like a fish, he managed to make you fall more in love with him.

“What are you hiding, Peter?” she asked, seemingly staring into his soul.

Peter stared at her, wide-eyed, making it clear that he was definitely hiding something.

Michelle suddenly burst into giggles. “Just kidding. I don’t care. Bye,” she waved him off.

He left quickly, clearly relieved. That arose a question in your mind: what exactly was he hiding?

(Love stinks) Love stinks Yeah, yeah (Love stinks)

“Here’s the plan, (Y/N). When we sit, I’m going to ask Ned out to distract him while you ask out Peter,” Michelle stated as you walked together to the cafeteria.

“Only if you want to,” you clarified. “Oh, I want to,” she chuckled.

“Because you’re sick of me pining for Peter?”

“No, because I actually think he’s a really nice guy.”

You started laughing, but soon stopped as you realized that Michelle wasn’t laughing with you. “Wait, you’re serious? Like, yeah, Ned’s nice and all, but you actually want to go out with him?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I actually do. He’s great boyfriend material.”

“Was it actually an awkward love pentagon this whole time?” you gasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this,” she grumbled. “This is why we’re only ranting partners, (Y/N). You need to chill out a little bit.”

“Oh, come on, 'MJ,’ we balance each other out,” you said as you entered the cafeteria. “You’re too chill, so I make up for that.”

“Whatever you say,” she responded, scanning the cafeteria for Peter and Ned. Flash had decided that he liked their usual spot, and had taken it over with all of his little goons. “Oh, there they are, in the back corner.”

You and Michelle walked over and sat directly across the table from them, as you had been doing since Michelle had told everyone they they were her friends.

“(Y/N), Michelle,” Peter acknowledged you with a nod. He was scribbling furiously on a Spanish packet that was due right after lunch.

“You look nice today, (Y/N),” Ned complimented you. “That’s a pretty sweet shirt.”

You looked down at your shirt, realizing that you had decided this morning to wear your new shirt with a Spider-Man logo on it. “Oh, thanks. I just got it the other day,” you said, straightening your shirt.

“Hey, Ned,” Michelle interjected. “On a scale of North Korea to Antarctica, how free are you on Friday night?”

“What?” Ned asked, confused. “Um…Antarctica, I guess? I mean, I don’t really have any plans.”

“Cool. Meet me at my house at six, and we’ll go see a movie or something,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” Ned replied, smiling.

That was supposed to be your cue to ask Peter to do something with you, but you suddenly found yourself mute. The blood running though your veins was ice cold as you tried to say something. Michelle nudged you discreetly, nodding her head towards Peter in a way that made it look like she was just flipping her bangs out of her eyes. You shook your head, your eyes wide and your heartbeat becoming frantic.

“You are so disappointing on so many levels,” she sighed. Then, much louder, she said, “Oh, I forgot my homework that I was going to do. Ned, why don’t you come with me to my locker so I can get it?”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, standing up to accompany her.

As soon as Michelle and Ned were out of earshot, Peter asked you, “Why does Michelle think you’re disappointing?”

“She thinks everyone is disappointing,” you shrugged, covering quickly.

“But she voiced it to you, which is more than she tells anyone else.”

“I’m just closer to her than anyone else. Believe me, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted.

“If you say so,” he backed off.

You slipped into an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say. No one said anything for a few minutes, even though both of you visibly tried a few times. Now or never, you thought finally.

“You want to go do something on Friday with me?” you blurted out.

“Oh, um…” he began, taken off guard. “Like, with Michelle?” That wasn’t what you were hoping to hear.

“I was thinking it could be just the two of us, but I can ask Michelle if we can crash on her date.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I was just wondering,” Peter covered. “Just you and me, huh? What are we going to do?”

“I haven’t really gotten that far in planning yet. Is there anything you want to do?” you asked.

“There’s a roller rink not too far from my place that just opened. We could do that, then go out for ice cream or something, if you want,” he suggested. “That sounds great,” you grinned.

I’ve been through diamonds And I’ve been through minks I’ve been through it all

Neither of you had ever skated before, and that resulted in a lot of falling on your backsides, but two hours in, losing your balance was at a minimum. It certainly helped both of you when you were holding hands, which made the two of you blush like tomatoes. You were okay with that, though.

“May always tells me that I should get really good at skating,” Peter commented later, taking a sip of chocolate milkshake. You had decided just to get milkshakes at McDonalds after skating.

“Why’s that?” you asked.

“I can take girls skating on first dates, and if they’re not good at it, they have to hold my hand the entire time,” he explained, chuckling.

“Your aunt is a pretty smart lady,” you laughed. “Either that, or she just knows how to get the girl.”

“Nah, she’s smart and gives good advice about pretty much everything.” Peter’s phone buzzed on the table, and lit up with a text message. As he read it, his eyes went wide. “Really, Mr. Stark? Now?” he complained quietly.

“Oh, your Stark Internship is calling?” you asked, interested, but disappointed at the same time.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). It’s urgent, otherwise I would just go in tomorrow,” he apologized.

“No, it’s okay,” you assured him. “I totally get it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best. I had a really nice time tonight.”

“Me too,” you smiled. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

“Yeah, for sure!” he agreed, standing up. You walked to the door tomorrow, but then realized that you had to part ways from there. “Hey, say hi to Michelle for me,” he said.

Just like that, your night of fun was ruined. He wasn’t really interested in you as more than a friend. His eyes were on Michelle. Tears filled your eyes as you walked home, and you sighed dejectedly, trying not to let the tears spill over.

Love stinks

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nomadstevergxrs · 7 years

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Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark & Loki Laufayson

Warnings: Language

Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above.

Catch up here!

Chapter Two (Part Two): The Woman in the Sand

Steve and you drove down the long stretch of asphalt for a half hour, nothing but cacti and sand whipping past you. You thought back to that Skype call from earlier and that exchange between him and Natasha.

“So…” you began to say, grabbing your partner’s attention, giving you a quizzical expression. “Are you and Nat a thing?”

Confused, he turned to you. “What?”

“What?” you mocked. “You know what I’m talking about Steven,” you snickered after using his first name.

He rolled his eyes at you in annoyance. “Don’t call me Steven.”

“Then don’t call me Bones, you shot back with a snarl.

“Anyways, there’s nothing going on between Nat and I,” he assured.

You laughed in his face. “Yeah, right and I’m Ghandi.”

“You know for a squint, you’re not that smart,” Steve muttered.

“Heads up, Rogers. Victim’s house is up on the right.” You pointed at the trailer park that was on your side, completely changing the subject.

“And here I thought she left me,” The victim’s husband, Donald reacted solemnly after Steve told him that his wife’s body was found.

“Now why would she do that, Don?” Steve asked, taking a seat next to you.

“I - I got laid off a couple of months ago.” Donald ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick you happened to assess. “Poor Billie. She hated seeing me sitting around the house all day, depressed.”

“Drinking?” You rose an eyebrow at the husband.

“Punching walls?” Steve added, to the skepticism you both had.

Donald’s eyes quickly averted to his hand, then back at you. “No. I..I just fell of a ladder,” Donald sputtered.

“Breaking a fall like that would fracture distal radius, not proximal phalanges,” you noted aloud, quickly calling out his lie.

“My what?” he asked in confusion.

“She means that the fall would break your wrist,” Steve clarified. “Not your thumb.”

“Anyways, listen. I got my hands on a police record that says your neighbors heard you screaming at your wife three weeks ago,” Steve mused, pulling the report from his back pocket.

“No. Just arguing. See Billie wanted to help out, she thought she could bring in some money, you know, the exotic kind. I kind of flipped out,” Donald tried to explain to you both.

“And then you broke your thumb against your wife's face?” you ground out through your teeth.

“No!” Donald got up from where he was sitting. “Look, I could never hurt Billie. Okay?” He gave you both a look, pleading for you to believe him.

“Then how did she lose her hearing?” You still questioned him, damn sure that he was the reason behind her injury.

“I don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “She was a kid playing sports. One to many soccer balls against the head?”

“Oh, please,” you replied, unable to keep from rolling your eyes.

Steve got up as well and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the waistband of his jeans. “Listen Don, you're my number one suspect so it would be wise if you're straight with us,” he warned

“Implants,” Donald shouted, putting his hands out in front of him.

Both you and Steve looked at each other, then back at Donald before Steve spoke up, “Implants?”

After talking to the victim’s husband, you and Steve found out that Donald had taken a loan of 8 thousand dollars from a loan shark to pay for his wife’s breast implants. Needless to say, Don didn’t have the money by the time the loan shark came to collect; it earned Donald a broken thumb.

“Laufeyson,” Steve spoke into the phone as you drove. “Yeah, that's right. Loki Laufeyson. Send his information to my cell as soon as you can,” Steve ordered before hanging up.

“We got the shark in our system,” Steve said turning towards you.

“Well, proving at least that he exists,” you replied absentmindedly, still looking at the road in front of you.

“Ya know, Don's story might seem a little off, but just try to keep an open mind,” Steve said cautiously.

You snorted loudly. “An open mind to what? All those soccer balls to the head?”

“I'm just not sold on the whole domestic abuse thing, alright. A scrawny guy like that-” Steve tried to say before you interrupted him.

“Rage has nothing to do with size.”

Steve sighed. “I know that Bones, It's just…” He took a moment to think about what he was going to say. “I look into the guy’s eyes and I just didn't see it.”

“Okay, but what about the implants Donald mentioned?” you asked, foot gently pressing down on the gas pedal as the traffic light turned green. “if she'd gotten them they would have been a part of her remains.”

“True,” Steve replied. “But, what if she used the money for something else?” He let out a chuckle as he pulled his phone back out, and handed his phone to you with a picture of a man about your age with long raven colored hair and pale skin. “And hopefully that guy will be able to tell us what it was.”

Entering the Tangiers Casino, you were blown away by the amount of people gambling their money away.

You heard Steve take in a deep breath. “Ahhh, I love the sound of winning.” You looked up at your partner and gave him a quizzical expression.

He let out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, it just reminds me of my first time in Vegas,” he explained. “Fresh out of the army, I walked into the Desert Inn with 35 bucks in my pocket. Walked out with a cool 10 grand,” he recalled, dropping his smile a moment later. “The next night, I lost everything. Tapped out my ATM trying to get it back.”

You looked towards the end of the casino and found the man you were looking for. At the end of the bar, there sat the man with pale skin and long, flowing, raven colored hair, sipping from his glass of scotch while eyeing everyone there like a predator stalking his potential prey.

“Hey. There's our loan shark, let's go!” You almost shouted, taking a hold of Steve’s wrist, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Okay, you stay here. I know how to talk to these guys,” Steve replied, pulling you behind him and giving you a do what I say look.

Not wanting to argue, you conceded. “Fine. What do I do then?” you asked.

“Well you’re a forensic anthropologist, doll. Observe the culture.” He shot you a wink and left you alone.

Steve grabbed a beer bottle from a platter one of the waitresses was holding and chugged it, then ruffled his hair to make it look messy.

“Loki Laufeyson,” Steve said, sitting down in the barstool next to the loan shark. “Don't I owe you money?”

Irritated at the new arrival, Loki turned in his stool to face the man. “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else,” he said, British accent thick on his tongue.

“I don't think I do.” Steve chuckled. “You see my buddy, Don Morgan, he introduced us. 30. Scrawny guy. Broken thumb.”

“Do I need to call security?” Asked Loki through gritted teeth.

“You know what, pal?” Steve asked, smirking slyly as he yanked his badge out and slapped it onto the bar. “That’s a great idea. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe you can tell me what you did to Don and just maybe how his wife ended up dead.”

Defeated, he spoke, “Look, The guy owed me money. He neglected to pay and he fell of a ladder.” He looked down at his glass, watching as the ice spun in the amber liquid. “Instant karma.”

“Instant karma. That's going to get you every time, isn't it?” Steve mused. “What about his wife, Billie Morgan?” Steve asked, pulling a photo of the victim out of his coat pocket and placed it on the table. “She have instant karma too?”

Loki glanced at the photo quickly. “I didn't even know he was married.”

“How about the name Mason Roberts?” Steve asked, frustration eating at him. “I'm sure that rings a bell.”

He snorted. “Whispers on the strip is that you finally found him.” Loki downed the rest of his drink. “Congratulations, now leave me alone.”

“If you know more than what you're saying, I'm gonna find out eventually,” Steve warned.

The loan shark laughed in your partner’s face. “Do I look worried?” The look on Steve’s face, made Loki stop short. “I'm a businessman. What are you harassing me for?”

“Ah, ya know. I don’t like bullies,”Steve said simply as he swiped Loki’s third drink. “Thanks for the drink, pal.”

He turned on his heel and left, walking through the vast amount of people playing coin slot machines until he spotted you on the main floor, smiling from ear to ear, playing blackjack. He chuckled to himself while watching you win hand after hand.

“Nineteen's a winner,” announced the blackjack dealer as he handed you what amounted to be three thousand dollars in chips.

“Yes!” you celebrated to yourself gathering the chips for yourself. “Come. To. Mama.”

Steve looked past the dealer and noticed two tall and burly pit bosses flanking over to you.

They think she’s counting cards, he thought to himself.

“Hey Bones!” Steve shouted, making his way over to you.

“Oh, hey Rogers,” you answered, taking a sip of your champagne. That’s when you noticed two big and burly men coming toward you.

You spun around in your stool to face them. “Fellas,” you greeted simply.

One of them grabbed you by the elbow. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you t-”

He was quickly cut off by your partner. Steve took hold of your other elbow and swiftly pulled you away from the pit bosses. “We were just about to leave.”

“Come on,” he whispered in your ear, dragging you out of the casino.

Back in D.C, Nat stood over the platform examining the body of Billie Morgan when suddenly Tony barged in holding a tray. “Aegialia concinna!”

“Excuse me?” Nat asked looking up from her microscope.

“They’re Scarab Beetles,” Tony corrected himself and placed the beetle under the microscope that connected to the monitor. “They came from the soil around Billie Morgan. These adults feed on putrefied organic matter. Or in this case, Billie. As a result they suffered unusually short life spasms,” he went on to explain.

“From ingesting Billie's flesh?” Natasha asked, looking at the monitor.

“More likely the powerful glucocorticoid in her system,” he answered. “However, I've yet to isolate which one specifically.”

“Be sure to notify Doctor Y/L/N when you do,” Nat ordered. She then turned to Peter as he walked up the steps and onto the platform.

“Mr. Parker, any specifics on the bat used to kill Roberts yet?” she gruffly asked.

“Here's a replica,” Peter said, handing a bat to Natasha. “Louisville Slugger with a 3 inch diameter weighing about 27 ounces.”

“You think the mob would come up with less clichéd ways to whack people,” Tony mused aloud, taking a few steps away from his boss.

“Hang on, there’s something else,” Peter muttered as he grabbed the camera and placed it at the beginning of the spine. “Staining on Roberts’ cranium indicates seepage to the cervical spine.” He pointed the monitor. “So somehow blood from his head, got down to his neck.”

“Vertebra C7,” Natasha said as she looked at the monitor. “Are those cut marks?” She asked, squinting her eyes when she noticed some nicks on the bone.

“His throat got cut?” asked Peter.

“Looks like it,” Tony replied after taking a look for himself. He turned to Natasha and asked,“Did you find a specific cause of death on Billie Morgan yet?”

She grabbed the tablet and tapped on the screen, making the monitor switch from camera to a picture of the victim’s x-rays. “She displays a hemothorax in her left lung,” Natasha answered his question, pointing at the hole in the victim’s lung. “Between pre-existing injuries and the new ones, poor girl never had a chance.”

Sitting out on the balcony with Steve, you listened to Peter and the rest of your colleagues as they talked about the findings on Roberts and Morgan.

“Take a closer look at the stress markers to her sternum, Pete. They strike you as unusual?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer bottle.

“Well, they do seem more the result over repetitive medium impact manual blows than the single high impact from a bat,” Peter answered confidently.

“This husband could really dish it out.” You heard Tony say in the background.

“Maybe she dished it back,” Peter mused. “There are hairline fractures on her knuckles”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Defensive wounds.” You clicked on the home button on your phone, then tapped on the photo app, revealing a picture of Billie Morgan’s x-ray Peter sent you. “Wait a minute,” you said aloud, grabbing Steve’s attention. “Repetitive manual blows.”

“Fractured knuckles,” Steve said, taking a seat next to you.

“The glucocorticoid that killed your bugs, Stark. Could it have been simple cortisone to treat an injury?” You jumped in.

“Yeah. That's certainly possible,” Tony answered.

“What are you thinking Dr. Y/L/N?” You heard Natasha say on the other end of the call.

You sat on the lounge chair for a moment, relishing in the cool November breeze. “Billie Morgan could have been a boxer.”

“But wouldn't boxing gloves prevent injuries like these?” Rogers asked, pointing at the x-ray.

“Unless she wasn't wearing gloves,” Tony mentioned.

“What kind of boxer does that?” You heard Wanda join in on the call.

“Ultimate fighters,” Both you and Tony said in unison.

“Ultimate fighters. Ah, you're into that crap too?” Steve smirked in amusement as your cheeks flushed crimson.

“Dude, it's barbaric, When it shows up on cable I can't turn it off.” You could hear the excitement in Tony’s voice.

“And it's actually legal?” Natasha asked with skepticism in her tone of voice.

“Completely sanctioned, Peter assured her. “They do wear some protective gear, which would fly in the face of our girl's injuries, though.”

“That is, unless it was underground,” you breathed.

“Underground where?” Asked Steve in bewilderment.

“Come on. Haven't you’ve never seen Fight Club?” you answered his question with a question of you own.

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head no.

“Illegal, no hold barred, slugfest. Modern day Panem et Circenses,” you mused in excitement. “But generally there's no free bread.”

You thanked your team for the new information and hung up, turning to Steve who had a smug look on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked.

“Don Morgan didn't beat his wife,” he answered with triumph in his voice.

“Oh my god.” You let out a sigh. “Don’t start.”

“Got to say doll, I told you so.”

“Whatever,” you snarked, rolling your eyes at him. “Come on.” You got up from your seat and took Steve by the hand.

“Whoa where are we going?” He asked, stopping you from pulling him.

“God you’re clueless aren’t you?” you giggled at him. He made a face and you rolled your eyes at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter Rogers. We’re gonna go see Fight Club. That’s all.”

The next day you and Steve headed back to the victim’s home to question the victim’s husband only to find out that Billie Morgan was boxing illegally behind his back. Now you were sitting across your partner at the food court in the hotel you were both staying at, picking at your food.

“You okay Bones?” He asked, watching you intently.

“Yeah. Just thinking, you answered softly, your eyes drawn to the street.

“What’s on your mind doll?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Why would anyone fight illegally in the first place?” You ran your hand through your long Y/H/C hair.

“There's limited options. Not everybody can be Floyd Mayweather or Ronda Rousey,” Steve replied, successfully stealing a fry off your plate.

Suddenly you heard your phone vibrating against the table. Quickly, you tapped on the green button, then tapped on the speaker. “What’s up Stank?” you greeted to Tony to which Steve snorted.

“Fedex guy says my name wrong one time, and you and Wanda will never let me live it down.” You could practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

“Anyways, have you found anything yet?” you asked, staring down at Steve as he went to steal another french fry from your plate.

“Right, I found something in the particulates from Billie's shoes,” he answered. “Traces of hexavalent chromium. It's a chemical used in high end automotive shops, specializing in chroming. Mechanics who use them have to file reports for the EPA.”

You slapped Rogers’ hand. “Ow! What?” He asked, grabbing his hand.

“Am I interrupting something?” Tony asked.

“I'm sorry, and Stark, you lost me at hexavalent chromium,” Steve called out.

“Tony can you contact the Environmental Protection Agency?” You asked.

“I’m on it, replied Tony before hanging up.

Later that night, Steve and you drove down the long stretch of highway until you were about a half hour away from Las Vegas to an abandoned auto body shop.

“This was an auto shop?” You asked with disgust laced in your voice.

You got out of the SUV and jogged behind your partner who crouched down and pulled up the security gate.

“EPA, they shut it down months ago for a hazardous waste material. It was the only shop authorized to use that chromium stuff,” Steve said as he handed you a flashlight. “See it anywhere?”

Walking further inside the shop, you shined the flashlight as you looked around for the chemical, but you came up empty-handed. “Could be absorbed into the dust particles on the floor,” you said in conclusion.

Before Steve could come up with a sarcastic remark, you cut him off, “Shut up. I found something.”

You shined your flashlight on the concrete where there was a thick red line. “They painted a ring for the fights,” Steve said to you in surprise.

Thinking quickly, you grabbed your ultraviolet flashlight from your bag and turned it on. “Holy shit,” you gasped at the scene in front of you.

“Blood.” Steve looked around the concrete floor covered with blood spatter. “The whole place is covered in blood.”

Looking at all the blood samples found at the automotive shop, Natasha decided to take a small break and rest her eyes for a bit.

“Nat? You alright?” She heard Tony ask.

She yawned and got up from her desk, stretching her limbs in the process. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

“Would that have to do with a certain FBI agent?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Rogers and I are just friends.”

Tony chuckled sarcastically. “That’s not what I heard.”

“Anyways,” Natasha cut him off changing the course of the conversation back to the investigation. “Of the thirty blood samples found at the bodyshops , 6 were A positive; same as Billie Morgan. I’m still waiting on DNA.”

Suddenly Peter joined them both on the platform. “Thirty fighters translates to five two person fights per hour over a three hour period or three fights over five hours, six fights over-”

“We get the idea, Parker. Lots of fights.” Nat interrupted him.

“I ran thermal imaging on Billie's remaining soft tissue to reconstruct her injuries,” Wanda mused, joining them on the platform. She turned on the monitor and tapped something on her tablet. “This is what she might have looked like after the fight.” She put the picture up on the monitor of a battered and bruised Billie Morgan.

“Just when I get to a place where I can almost stomach seeing maggots eating intestines,” Wanda added in disgust. “How could anybody do this to themselves?”

“Ya know. 900 B.C.- the Greek ruler, Theseus, entertained himself watching two men sit in chairs beat each other to death,” Tony revealed, earning a glare from the rest of the group. “Just saying. It's nothing new.”

“I can work up force and velocity reading for each blow,” Wanda said before turning towards Peter. “Pete, can help me ID her opponent from the circumference and diameter of the fist.”

“I'd rather Peter focus on our second weapon for Roberts,” Natasha replied gruffly.

Peter had the group follow him into the office he shared with Tony. “None of these blades are narrow enough.” He walked over to a tray filled with different sets of knives. “It's as if his vertebra was cut with some sort of razor blade.”

Tony stared at the tray for a moment while the others spoke, What can cause that kind of damage to the victim’s vertebrae? Suddenly it hit him.

“A razor wire,” He said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Luca Brasi. The Godfather? Please, someone buy a DVD player,” He added, beginning to get agitated.

“Oh,” replied Natasha as realization struck her. “You mean a garrotte?”

“Yes!” He pointed at her in excitement. “Yes. A garrotte pulled so tightly around Luca's- or rather Robert's neck-”

“-that it sliced through his throat and severed his carotid artery,” Natasha jumped in.

Wanda grabbed her phone and headed out of the Peter and Tony’s office before turning back at the others. “I’ll tell Rogers.”

You decided on taking a small break from the investigation to relax and enjoy the scenery of Las Vegas. Steve mentioned that he had a contact back at the Tangiers Casino, so the pair of you decided to meet back in the hotel room within the hour.

“Welcome to the Cosmopolitan.” You heard a bubbly voice say, grabbing your attention. “Would you like anything to drink?”

You lifted your sunglasses and found a tall woman with blonde hair wearing a purple bikini, holding a tray in her hands. You closed the book you were reading and propped yourself up on your elbows. “What do you recommend?” you asked.

“We have our signature cosmopolitan,” she responded with a wide smile. “They are so good.”

“Then I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” You gave her a smile just as infectious as hers.

“Coming right up!” She wrote the order down on her notepad before finally leaving.

You laid back down on your lounge chair and continued reading Fifty Shades of Grey, something that Wanda had been begging you to read since the book was released, but you refused. That is until now. “What the hell did Wanda get me into?” you muttered to yourself as you continued reading the book.

It felt a little strange being in the setting you were in now, sitting poolside in a black bikini drinking cosmos and listening to music the hotel’s resident DJ was playing.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on the table next to you. You pressed the green button on the screen to answer. “Y/L/N”

“Bones!” Steve greeted you with that awful nickname that you hated. “I think I got a lead on where Billie would’ve gone for the fight club. I need you to meet me back at the hotel and wear something nice.”

“What? Why?” You asked, confusion etched on your face.

“Just do it, alright?” Steve said before hanging up on you.

You quickly got up from your chair and grabbed your things while muttering how much of a dick your partner was.

“So what’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over the …” You trailed off as you stood in the hotel room you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of Steve shirtless. Jesus you thought to yourself as you stared at the tattoos that covered his toned chest and abs.

“Hey,” Steve replied, knitting his eyebrows in concern. “You okay Bones?”

“Uhm yeah.” You shook your head, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. “So you found something on the fight club?”

“Buddy of mine says that there’s an underground fight club. Bare knuckles, no rules,” Steve answered, turning his back to you and grabbing a navy blue tank top, slipping it on.

“Great!” you replied simply as if you weren’t checking your partner out. “Where at?” You asked walking over to your bed and pulling your suitcase from underneath.You pulled out a simple black dress and walked into the bathroom closing it behind you.

“It moves around. Former champion Cornell “Cottonmouth” Stokes sells 800 numbers,” Steve said as he looked at himself in the mirror and brushed his sandy blonde hair back. “You call, you find out the time, the place, code to get in.”

“Okay? So where can we find him?” you asked, slipping on the short sleeved mesh covered dress.

“He owns a gym here on, uh, on Federal,” Steve answered simply. “Ya know, maybe I should talk to Cornell alone.”

“What is it with you and leaving me behind?” You were starting to get pissed at your partner.

“Listen Bones, the rules? They don't apply here. Okay? The deeper we get I don't want anyone knowing that we're FBI,” he told you, his tone authoritative and firm.

You snorted, “Well, that's easy for me. I'm not.”

He heard the bathroom door open, and spun on his heel to face you. “Hey, what do you think?” you asked with what he could’ve sworn was a hint of nervousness in your voice.

He took a moment to get a good look at the short sleeve, mesh covered dress before cracking a joke at your expense. “I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door.”

“Oh come on Rogers!” You complained. “It’s not like I have anything else to wear.”

“See Bones, now that’s where you’re wrong,” he replied with a knowing smirk.

He walked around the other side of the bed, picking up a white shopping bag and placing it on the mattress. “So I got a phone call from Wanda earlier and she knew you were going to bring that hideous dres-”

“Hey!” You cut him off, offended while he put his hands up in defense.

“Her words. Not mine. Anyway,” he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a short, black cocktail dress along with a pair of shoes to match. “She asked me for a favor and well, here we are,” he said, handing you the dress and shoes.

“Do I have to wear this?” You were going to kill Wanda when you got back to D.C.

“Just humor me Y/N.”

You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.” You grabbed the dress and heels from his hands and stomped away to the bathroom.

“So?” Steve heard you ask after a long pause. “What’s our cover?”

“We're newlyweds,” Steve announced, grabbing his olive green jacket and throwing it on. “Takin' Sin City by storm. Ready for action.”

“Really?” You replied with skepticism.

Steve rolled his eyes at the tone of voice you were using on him. “Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before,” he assured you.

“Alright fine,” you replied, swinging the bathroom door open and stepping out to face him. “But we’re engaged.”

“Yeah yeah sure….” He looked up from a message Natasha sent him and was absolutely floored by how beautiful you looked in the black wrap dress and heels.

Your hair was down and in waves, and your makeup simple yet Steve was shocked by how amazing you looked. “Rogers?” you asked in concern. ”You okay?”

He shook his head, shaking the inappropriate thoughts from his mind. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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