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harrysmaison · 1 year
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HARRY STYLES AND DAVID DAWSON
MY POLICEMAN (2022)
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chingonaclaws · 2 years
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@redemptioninterlude​​.  rue.
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     She’s having a beyond off night -- it almost feels like some form of an existential crisis. She hates this house, and the people in it. She needs to get out, for fear of suffocation. Without mentioning anything to her fosters, she takes off, on foot and with no direction set. The fresh air is at least welcoming, causing her to exhale and inahle with great release. She could go for some good weed right about now... or fucking...Molly. Something. Anything!
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shesnikt · 1 year
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throw back to when my granddad asked what i was watching i said 'its the anarchy but with dragons'
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andvys · 10 months
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It's just us | S.H.
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Warnings: 18+, angst, cheating (reader and Steve get cheated on by their partners), heartbreak, betrayal, enemies to lovers, King!Steve, smut, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, r and Steve are both over the age of 18, mentions of reader having nipple piercings
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: You and Steve hated each other from the first moment you met but when you get betrayed by the people you love the most, all you have is each other.
Word count: 8k+
Author's note: I was really fucking close to making this an Eddie fic or at least a Steddie fic cause Eddie Munson owns me but this one is for my Steve girlies and for the ones who asked me to write for him before so here ya go. And I'm back to focusing on my one and only
stranger things masterlist
part two (steddie x reader)
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There was one person that you hated more than anything, Steve Harrington. From the first moment you have laid your eyes on him, you just couldn’t stand him. You hated his cocky and arrogant personality, his perfect reputation, how sure of himself he always was. You hated King Steve, you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he used every opportunity to piss you off, he said things that he knew would get under your skin. 
He hated you too, he hated how loved you were, he hated how popular you were. Both of you rivaled each other, he was the captain of the basketball team and you were the head cheerleader. In a perfect world, you would be together and people would call you a dream couple but instead you two hated each other’s guts. 
You threw nasty words at each other, bickering every time you were around each other. You avoided him as much as he avoided you and for a while it worked until he started dating your best friend, Nancy. 
Over were the peaceful lunch breaks at the cafeteria where you would only sit with her and your boyfriend. Steve started tagging along with her, greeting you with cocky grins and mocking waves whenever he would sit down opposite of you. 
Not only were you forced to spend every lunch break with him, you also had to tolerate him during movie nights, parties and even worse, double dates. 
You hated him more and more. 
You thought that your boyfriend would take your side, joining in on the Steve Harrington hate train but oddly enough, they became friends. 
Months went by and you had hoped that Nancy would realize what a douchebag King Steve is, leave his ass in the dust and find another boyfriend but she seemed happy and he did too. 
Nancy and Steve were happy. 
Jonathan and Steve got along. 
Everyone got along, except for you and him. You hated him but god, you grew to love the fights and the bickering, you found entertainment in them. You loved pissing him off, loved teasing him, loved throwing mean words at him even when you knew that he would do the same and say something hurtful in return. 
Yes, Steve Harrington got under your skin but you got under his too. It was clear, the way his cheeks turned red and his eyes flashed with anger, he would clench his jaw and his fists before he’d turn away from you. 
“Tina is throwing a party this friday, are we going?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend and your best friend. 
“Of course, we’re going,” Steve says. 
You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him, “I wasn’t talking to you, Harrington.” 
Jonathan sighs, mumbling your name in annoyance. 
You ignored him, continuing to look into hazel eyes with a challenging look on your face. 
“Bitch,” Steve mumbles. 
“Steve!” Nancy exclaims, turning towards her boyfriend with wide eyes, “that wasn’t nice.” 
“Aw,” he shrugs, throwing his arm around her shoulder, he turns back to you, giving you a small smirk, “I’m sorry, queen y/n.” 
You scrunch your face up in annoyance, he knows you hate when people call you that. 
Rolling your eyes, you reach for the fries on your boyfriend’s plate, throwing some at the man in front of you, “shut up, asshole.” 
He dodges the fries, laughing when they hit some kid behind him. 
“Are you gonna wear one of those ugly leather jackets again?” He asks you, “they make you look cheap, y/n.” 
A laugh falls from your lips, you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, “at least I don’t let my mom buy my clothes,” you say as your eyes trail down his shirt, “seriously, have you ever stepped foot inside a store yourself? Your mommy still dresses you up like you’re some innocent little virgin.” 
His smile falls and he scoffs at you, “I’m not a virgin.” 
“I know, you’re a whore in virgin’s clothes.” 
He raises his eyebrows at you, “seriously?” He snorts, “you wanna call me a whore now?” 
You are both so caught up in each other, you don’t notice the stolen glances between your boyfriend and his girlfriend, the longing gazes, the forbidden touches between the table as they reach for the other’s hand. 
If you paid more attention, you would have noticed it a long time ago already but you were focused on other things. 
Jonathan was a loving and sweet boyfriend, you had no reason not to trust him. 
If you would’ve just known.. 
“Are we gonna go to the movies tonight?” You ask as you finally turn away from Steve and look at your boyfriend, smiling at him, you’re unable to see the guilt in his eyes. 
He blinks, coughing nervously. 
Nancy looks down at her food tray, pushing around the salad she hasn’t touched, her cheeks are red, her brows are furrowed. 
You don’t notice how weird they are both being but Steve does, it is something he hasn’t noticed before but feels like it’s always been there, the tension in Jonathan’s shoulders, the distant look in his eyes, the furrowed brows as he looks down at you. 
“Uh, shit, I-I no, I forgot to tell you, I’m taking Will to the record store tonight and he asked for a movie night,” he explains. 
Steve expects you to frown at his words, sigh sadly and mumble a quiet ‘oh’ but instead your eyes light up and you grab Jonathan’s shoulder, “oh! Can I come with you?” You ask excitedly. Steve might not know much about you except for the very obvious things but he knows how much you love spending time with Will.
“We just wanna have a boys night, next time, alright?” 
Now your smile falls, only for just a second but Steve sees it, he sees the disappointment in your eyes, the one you quickly mask with a pretentious smile, “oh that’s fine, umm I hope you’re going to have lots of fun,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek, he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t even reach his eyes. You lay your head on his shoulder, linking your arm with him. 
A weird feeling settles in the pit of Steve’s stomach, he leans back and stares at the man in front of him, he sees the way his eyes meet Nancy’s blue ones, it just for a split second but he sees it. 
A few months ago, he wouldn’t question it. He never had a problem with their friendship, Jonathan was her friend before he became her boyfriend and you never had a problem with their friendship either, you trusted them. 
Maybe you shouldn’t have. 
Steve doesn’t know why but he can’t shake the feeling that something is off, that things have been off for a long time now. He tells himself that he is overthinking things, that he lets his anxious thoughts get the best of him but they had only gotten worse when Nancy canceled their date after he had dropped her off at home, he was excited to take her out, he had it all planned, he would take her to dinner and movies and afterwards they’d watch the stars at lovers lake but instead he was left in the cold after she told him that she couldn’t go out with him because she had to help Mike with his homework. Mike, who was here at Benny’s diner with Will, Dustin and Lucas. 
“What the fuck,” he mumbles as he stands there, staring at them with a dumbfound expression on his face. 
Mike was clearly not in need of help for his homework and Will didn’t seem to have plans for a movie night any time soon. Someone drove them here but it wasn’t Jonathan, no, it was Eddie Munson who jumped into the empty seat next to Dustin as he held some book in his hand. 
Slowly he started piecing everything together and as he thought of all the times Nancy had canceled their dates at the same time as Jonathan had canceled yours, his stomach dropped. Those weird looks both of them shared earlier today just added to his worry. 
He forgot about the order he had placed and rushed out of the diner, ignoring the waitress who called for him when she held the bag and a drink in her hand. His mind was running wild as the worst scenarios rushed through his thoughts. 
He doesn’t even remember how he got into the car or how he drove all the way to the Wheeler’s house. His heart was racing and his hands were clenched into fists, he was nervous and the anger inside of him was already building up. 
He had suspicions but he didn’t want to dwell on them, not yet. But when he climbed up the wall to his girlfriend’s window, hoping to find her studying or listening to music, he didn’t find her doing any of those things. Instead, he caught her having sex with your boyfriend. 
He grips the wall tighter when he almost loses his footing. He can’t even stop the gasp from escaping as his eyes widen. 
His girlfriend is having sex with your boyfriend. 
Nancy is fucking Jonathan, Nancy who is your best friend.
He stares in shock, frozen in place and with a broken heart he stares at them. Jonathan’s hands are on her waist, gripping her tightly as she bounces on his cock. She bites her lip to stay quiet. 
The bile rises in his throat, he feels sick, he feels betrayed and angry. 
He turns away and closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before he jumps down into the grass. He almost throws up into Karen’s beloved flowers but he holds himself together, at least for now. 
Tears brim in his eyes, he doesn’t understand. 
Why would she do this to him? 
Why would she hurt him like this? 
Why would she cheat on him? 
Why would she do this to you? 
You have always been her best friend, you grew up together, your mom’s are best friends. You have always been by her side, you have done everything for her. You could’ve chosen other friends, you could’ve been friends with other popular girls like Chrissy Cunningham but no, you stayed friends with Nancy. 
And Jonathan… Now, Steve had become friends with him when he started dating her and thought that Jonathan was actually a pretty decent guy but before that, he had always wondered why you even gave him the time of your day. You are the popular and annoyingly happy cheerleader and he is just, well, he is Jonathan. The boring freak. But then again, rumor has it that you have always liked to associate with men who weren’t anywhere near your league and apparently you liked to fuck freaks, that’s something that Steve could never believe. You were a good girl, you had that innocence in your eyes that told him that rumors were just rumors. 
For some time, Steve thought that you were playing a prank on Jonathan, that you dated him for a bet but when a year had passed and you still looked at him with those stupid heart eyes, he knew you were serious about him. 
Now he feels like throwing up, he isn’t just angry for himself, he is also angry for you. If the betrayal hurt him so much, what would it do to you? 
The moment he steps into his bathroom, he drops to his knees and pukes his lunch out. 
God, he has never felt this sick in his life before. How will he ever move on from this? 
He loves her with all his heart but he is so incredibly angry and hurt. He spends the rest of the night crying, unable to catch a moment of peace. He stares at the ceiling as he lays in his lonely bed, tears stream down his face as his mind replays the horrible things he had seen. 
What should he do? 
Should he confront them? Should he break up with her? Should he make a scene and humiliate them in front of the whole school? No, he is not like that and he wouldn’t do this to you. 
He doesn’t know what to do. So he pretends that everything is fine. 
He takes a shower, styles his hair and picks out an outfit that you won’t tease him for. He drinks his coffee and then he picks up Nancy but the moment he lays his eyes on her and she gives him that cheerful smile and kiss on the lips, he feels himself growing sick again. How could she pretend that nothing happened? How could she kiss him like this when her lips touched his last night?
The anger diminished a little only to rush back even more intensely when he was forced to greet Jonathan at school. God, he wants to punch him so hard, he has to restrain himself from doing so. Especially when he lays eyes on you. A big smile is resting on your face, your eyes are shining with happiness, your perfect ponytail is bouncing as you rush through the hallways with your pretty little cheerleader uniform. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s waist and lay your head on his back, “hi babe, I missed you so much last night.” 
“I missed you too, y/n,” Jonathan says as he smiles, placing his hand over yours. 
Steve grows hatred for the man and for his girlfriend when he feels her squeezing his hand. 
He can’t even stop the scoff before it falls from his lips, causing all three of you to look at him in confusion. 
“Is everything okay?” Nancy asks, feigning concern. 
He nods. 
You raise your eyebrows at him, a cocky smirk tugging at your lips, “ooh, did someone had a rough night?” 
Yes and you’d be having one too if you knew that your boyfriend was buried in my girlfriend last night, Steve thinks to himself. 
He doesn’t say anything, instead he shuts his locker and turns away from the three of you, “I gotta go to class,” he mumbles without giving Nancy a goodbye kiss or Jonathan a pat on the back the way he always does. He bumps into someone, not bothering to apologize, he grumpily mutters something under his breath. 
“Who pissed in his coffee this morning?” You chuckle, missing the way Nancy and Jonathan looked at each other. 
“I- he probably got into a fight with his dad again,” Nancy says, shrugging nervously. 
You step away from Jonathan, walking towards your best friend, you take her hand in yours, “is everything alright between the two of you?” 
She blinks, looking over your shoulder and back to you, she nods, “y-yeah, totally,” she smiles, shaking her head. 
“Okay, good,” you smile, squeezing her hand, “but I’m always here for you and you can talk to me, okay?” 
She looks down, nodding at your words, “yeah, I know.” 
“Alright, well, I think we should go shopping after school, I need some new party outfits.” 
“Oh, I-I can’t, y/n. I already have an outfit and I was supposed to look after Holly today.” 
You frown at her words, a sad look flashes in her eyes.
“You are a busy girl, Nancy Wheeler.”
-
Steve was being weird, well, he was always being weird but something about him today was just off. Not only did he pay no mind to you, he also ignored Jonathan and Nancy. 
No comments were thrown your way today, no mean words, no remarks, he didn’t tease you or even glare at you. Nothing. You saw him talking to Robin Buckley when you were on your way to the bathroom. He looked like was on the verge of tears and the girl comforted him with a hand on his shoulder and words you couldn’t make out. 
Seeing him like this makes you feel weird, you don’t really care about him but you care about your friend and there’s clearly something going on between them and you are certain about that when you sit down beside Jonathan in the cafeteria. Just like yesterday, you sit across from Steve but instead of meeting his teasing eyes, you meet his angry ones, though you feel that the anger isn’t directed at you but at someone else. 
You try to ignore him and the way his gaze seems to be getting more and more intense. He watches you and Jonathan, a frown deep in his features as he watches how your boyfriend kisses you like nothing ever happened. 
You don’t know. 
You don’t know what he is doing behind your back. 
You don’t know that he is hurting you, that he is cheating on you with your best friend. 
How long have they been going behind your backs? 
Has this been happening when you were all together at parties? When you went to the lakehouse his dad owns? God, he could scream and expose their disgusting secrets to the whole school. 
“Aren’t you hungry?” Nancy asks as she puts her hand on Steve’s thigh. He tenses up, clenching his jaw as he turns to look at her. 
“No, I’m not hungry, Nancy.” 
Your eyes flash with surprise, the tone in his voice was filled with anger. 
She looks taken aback, furrowing her brows at her boyfriend’s behavior, “you barely touched your food–” 
“I said I’m not hungry!” He snaps at her. 
Before any of you can even react, he gets up and storms out of the cafeteria, not caring about the prying eyes of the other students. 
You frown at his behavior, growing angry when you see the tears in Nancy’s eyes. 
“That asshole,” you mumble, getting up, you follow him out, ignoring Jonathan’s and Nancy’s calls. 
You slam the doors to the hallway open, rushing towards him with anger in your bones. 
“Steve!” 
He keeps walking, ignoring you. 
“Hey!” 
He abruptly turns around, throwing his hands up, he sighs, “what!?” 
“What?” You scoff, “what the fuck was that? Why are you being so mean?” 
He laughs at your words, closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. 
“She didn’t do anything to you, Steve.” 
“If only you knew.” 
Something about the way he said it and looked at you, sent shivers down your spine. 
Instead of the usual hatred and anger you see in his eyes, you find empathy in them. Why? It makes you nervous. 
“W-What do you mean?” You ask. 
Steve knows that you won’t believe him, you gotta see it with your own eyes, you don’t deserve this. You love Jonathan, you have always been good to him. You deserve better and he knows he does too. 
“Steve,” you mumble, “what do you mean?” 
You have got to know. You’re a smart girl, you should’ve noticed the way your best friend and boyfriend behaved around you, the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other. 
Right now, he doesn’t hate you, he just feels sorry for you. 
“Go to Nancy’s house this afternoon.” 
“No, she– Steve!” 
He walks away before giving you an explanation, leaving you standing there like a fool. 
What is this about? 
Usually, you would never listen to him, you wouldn’t do what he had told you to do. You wouldn’t go to Nancy’s house if you didn’t have your own suspicions already, the ones that made you feel sick for the longest time. 
His seriousness and his anger is what made you feel scared. 
He wasn’t mean to you today, he didn’t even glare at you, that’s how you knew that something was very off. 
So you listened to him, you went to Nancy’s house. You didn’t want to but on the way home from the mall, you drove by her house and found Jonathan’s car in the driveway. 
Nothing weird about it right? They are friends, they are allowed to be friends. 
Yet, you can’t shake that awful feeling that something horrible is about to happen. So you park the car and make your way inside her house, using the spare key that she gave you years ago. 
The house is empty, Karen isn’t there and neither is Ted. Holly and Mike are nowhere to be seen. You don’t call out for Nancy the way you usually would. With a nervous sigh, you grip the keys tighter in your hand and climb up the stairs. 
You hear music coming from her room, The Cure. Nancy doesn’t listen to The Cure but your boyfriend does. You hear the noises, you hear them. 
With a shaky hand, you open the door and as you lay eyes on the two of them, your heart drops and a gasp falls from your lips as you raise your hand to cup your mouth. 
There he is, your boyfriend, shoving his tongue down your best friend’s throat. Both of them are half naked, her chest is covered in hickeys already, his hair is a mess, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as she moves her hand into his pants. 
“What the fuck?” 
They jump apart when they hear your voice, staring at each other like deers caught in headlights before they look at you. 
Her blue eyes widen as do his. 
No longer do their cheeks glow red, instead they look pale when they see you standing there with tears in your eyes and anger on your face. 
“Fuck– y/n!” He scrambles to his feet, trying to find his shirt. 
Nancy looks away from you, crossing her arms over her chest, she suddenly feels too ashamed to meet your eyes. 
“You are fucking disgusting,” you mumble angrily, ignoring the heartbreak in your chest or the feeling of your throat getting tighter. The tears begin to spill and you look between them in shock. 
Jonathan takes a step towards you. 
“Don’t come anywhere near me, Byers. We’re fucking over!” 
His eyes widen, his lips part as he tries to speak but no words leave his mouth. 
“And you, fuck you, Nancy.” 
You don’t care to look back at them, rushing out of the house as quickly as you came. You wipe away the angry tears, biting down on your quivering lip as you get back in your car. 
You knew it. You’re no fool. You knew it. You just made yourself believe that you didn’t but deep down you always knew. Who were you trying to fool? It was so clear. 
Can you even feel heartbroken? You set yourself up for it when you started dating the guy who always saw her. 
-
Maybe Steve should’ve told you, maybe he shouldn’t have told you to go to her place, maybe he should’ve protected you from seeing that. But did he have a choice? You hate him, you wouldn’t have believed him, you would’ve scoffed at him and laughed in his face. 
But still, he should’ve told you. 
He shouldn’t have let you see that. 
Now he feels guilty for it, despite the ache in his chest and the betrayal he still tries to deal with, he feels guilty for not telling you. 
You are pretending to be fine when you’re not. 
You didn’t come to school on Wednesday, Thursday or today but here you are at Tina’s party, dressed in the skimpiest outfit you could find, throwing back one drink after the other, yet you don’t seem to be getting drunk but it’s only as he notices you pouring yourself coke instead of alcohol that he realizes you aren’t here to get drunk. 
You are here because you don’t want to be alone, just like him. He had a feeling that you would come, that was another reason why he came. 
The loud music is hurting his ears and the whiskey is starting to give him a headache. He places his drink on a small table. Running his hand through his messy hair, he pushes past a group of girls who begin to whisper behind his back. Nancy’s and Jonathan’s name falling from their lips. He decides to ignore it. 
His focus is on something else, you. You’re standing by the punch with Heather Holloway, giggling about something she had whispered in your ear. 
Should he talk to you? 
You down the rest of your drink and place the cup on the counter, gesturing to the stairs as you leave your friend. He decides to follow you and calls your name. 
You turn around, smile disappearing from your face when your eyes lock with his, an eye roll and a scoff is all he gets. 
He rolls his eyes too, what else did he expect, a hug? 
“Can we talk?” He has to yell for you to understand him. 
You only shake your head and continue your way up the stairs. 
“Please?” 
Once you stop in front of a door, you turn around and look up at him, “no.” You slam the door in his face, causing him to sigh. 
He leans against the wall, deciding to wait for you. 
What does he even want to say to you? Does he even want to say anything to you? 
When you walk back out, he doesn’t even give you a chance, he takes your hand in his, ignoring your protests or your light slap to his back. 
“Let go of me, Harrington!” 
“Nope,” he mumbles as he pulls you into an empty and dark room, he pushes against the wall before he turns to close and lock the door, leaving you in complete darkness. 
“What the hell do you want from me?” 
Steve frowns. 
“Shit, hold on,” he mumbles, “I can’t find the light switch.” 
“Seriously?” 
You can hear him moving around, cursing under his breath. Maybe it would’ve been funny under different circumstances, if you were locked in a room with someone other than King Steve. 
“Got it,” he mumbles as he turns on the lights. 
Your arms are crossed and a frown is on your face, lips set in a pout. 
“I uh– I heard you broke up with Jonathan?” 
You squint your eyes, “that’s what you wanna talk about? What the fuck do you really want?” 
“I should’ve told you, I shouldn’t have sent you there,” he admits in guilt, giving you a sad look. 
You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes, “yeah right, you want me to believe that, Steve?” 
“It’s the truth, I’m very sorry,” he says, “about everything. You don’t deserve this, they’re fucking assholes for doing– for you know–”
“For cheating on us?” 
He glances at you and for the first time he sees something other than hatred, empathy, you feel for him just like he feels for you but it’s obvious that you still don’t like him. 
“I-I can’t imagine what it must feel like for you,” he mumbles, “she’s been your best friend since you were kids and he–”
“Fuck them both,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. 
You are in denial about your feelings, pretending to be fine so you don’t have to confront your pain. He can see it in your eyes though, the pain they left behind. 
“When did you find out?” You ask. 
“The day before you did. I went to the diner and saw Will and Mike there and I knew that they both lied, I went to her house and.. yeah.” He can’t bring himself to say it, he doesn’t have to. You know it. 
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” 
He looks confused almost, shaking his head slightly, “you wouldn’t have believed me?” 
“You expect me to believe that that’s the reason why you didn’t just tell me?” 
“That is the reason!” 
You walk closer to him as tears well up in your eyes, “fuck you, Steve Harrington! Fuck you. You sent me there to taunt me! I know you caught them and you wanted me to catch them too, you wanted me to feel what you felt, you wanted me to suffer, you’re a fucking dick, Steve! I hate you!” 
His eyes flash with anger, he scoffs at you, clenching his jaw. 
“Go on, let it all out.” He nods. 
He might not know as well as your friends do but he can tell that you were pushing the pain back, you refused to cry over a man who cheated on you and over a best friend who betrayed you in the most hurtful way. 
You are dealing with your emotions by using him as a punching bag and he doesn’t like it, so he decides to do something else. 
“Y-You are such a–” He cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours, he kisses you roughly. 
Your eyes widen and you squeal in surprise. 
What the fuck? 
Steve Harrington is kissing you. 
He is kissing you and you fucking like it. Your life couldn’t have been more of a mess. First your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend that he dated and now he is kissing you. He is supposed to hate you, he is supposed to be horrible to you but instead he is kissing you in a way you have never been kissed before. 
Fuck it. 
His lips tastes like cheery coke and he smells so fucking good. 
You throw your arms around his shoulders and close your eyes as you kiss him back. He moans against you, the sound shoots straight to your core. You move your hand into his hair, gripping it and pulling his perfectly styled hair. 
His hands slide down to your waist and he pushes you further into the room without breaking the kiss that grows heavier by the second. He grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly with his large hands, earning a moan from you. Steve smirks against your lips as he presses himself against you. 
“S-Steve,” you whimper as you break the kiss, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You ask the man you are supposed to hate. 
He presses another kiss to your lips before he pulls away, staring at you with his hazel eyes that hold both pain and anger, “why do they get to have all the fun?” 
You swallow nervously, you hate him, you hate him so much and yet you find yourself longing for him, for his touch, for his lips. 
He leans in again but you push him back weakly. 
“No,” you whisper, “I hate you.” 
“Yeah?” He rasps against your lips, “feeling’s mutual, honey. That’s okay, we don’t have to like each other, right?”
You blink, shrugging, your eyes flicker down to his lips, “I-I guess not.” 
“You can mark me up, show her who fucked me,” he tells you as he pushes you down onto the soft bed, playing with the hem of your skirt, “you can let your anger out on me, I don’t mind.” 
“You really wanna fuck me?” You ask as you chase after his lips, kissing them almost a little too softly. 
“Fuck yes, I do,” he murmurs as he latches his lips onto your neck, spreading your legs so he can settle in between them, “I wanna rip your skimpy little clothes off, make you scream my name.”
His lips are soft yet rough as he marks your neck, he sucks and bites on your skin, squeezing your waist tightly with his hands as he grinds his clothed dick against your aching cunt. 
“What makes you think that I’ll scream your name?” You ask, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows as you moan at the feeling of him. God, you can already tell that he is big.
“You will moan my name.” 
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he says in a way that sends shivers down your spine, your pussy clenches around nothing. 
“Do it then because he never could.” 
A smirk grows on his face. 
“You wanna fuck me to get back at him?” You ask, “do it then.” 
Before you know it, he rips your top off, throwing it over his shoulder before your bra joins it on the floor. Lust fills his eyes and his cheeks flush red when he sees your nipple piercings, “holy fuck,” he mumbles, staring at you with a dumbfound expression as he grabs your boobs, touching your sensitive nipples with his fingers, “shit… the good little cheerleader has her nipples pierced?” 
You look up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, moaning as he continues to roll your nipples. You grab his hand, bringing it up to your face, you wrap your lips around his thumb and begin to suck on it. 
His eyes widen yet again, pants growing tighter as his cock hardens in his tight jeans.
“Fuck, you’re a little freak aren’t you?” He smirks darkly, “Byers couldn’t handle all of that, huh? Guess he wasn’t the freak after all, it was you.” 
He really couldn’t. It was only ever lazy sex with him, sloppy blowjobs and making love. You didn’t want to make love, you wanted to be fucked like a whore. 
You shake your head at him and spread your legs, letting your skirt slide up. 
“Shut up and fuck me before I find someone else.” 
“Shit,” he mumbles as his eyes fall on your lacy red underwear, your already soaked underwear, it makes his dick twitch in his pants. 
“You shut up, princess. I’m not letting anyone fuck you, you’re mine tonight.” 
He drops to his knees in front of you, grabbing your ankles, he slides his hand up to your thigh, teasing you by rubbing your clit over your panties. 
“Look at you, your panties are soaked,” he teases, smirking at the way you bite your lip to stop the moans from falling. He grabs the thin material, ripping it off and throwing it on the ground. 
Your eyes widen and you lean on your elbows, staring at him with a disapproving look on your face. The panties that you had bought a few days ago are now on the floor, ripped apart. 
“Steve–”
“Yeah, Yeah,” he rolls his eyes as he places your legs over his shoulders, “I’ll buy you new ones.” 
He presses a teasing kiss on your clit, smirking when you whine at his action. 
“You’re so fucking wet, honey. Is that all for me? I thought you hated me.” 
“God, fucking shut up and d–” He cuts you off, gripping your hips tighter, he licks up stripe up your pussy, moaning at your taste, “you shut up,” he mumbles before he buries his face in your cunt. Nudging his nose against your aching clit as he slips his tongue inside of you. 
“Oh my god,” you whimper as you slap your hand over your mouth, not wanting to give the satisfaction that he is making you moan. 
He grunts against you, sliding his hand up your body, he cups your boob and tugs at your nipple, earning a gasp from you. 
“Steve!” 
“Hand off your mouth, y/n,” he says, glaring at you with dark eyes, “let me hear your moans.” 
You roll your eyes and put your hand down. 
“Good girl.” He mumbles, eyes twinkling with mischief when he sees your flustered expression, he feels you clench around his fingers as he pushes two inside of you, “fuck, you’re tight, how am I gonna fit inside of you?” 
His words cause you to roll your eyes again, he will never stop being cocky. 
Moans and whimpers echo through the room when he begins to eat you out, switching his fingers with his tongue as he grabs your ass and holds you even tighter than before when you begin to squirm beneath him. 
You reach down, gripping his hair and pulling at it. 
“F-Fuck, Steve….” You whine. Tears blur your vision, your muscles tense and your back arches in pleasure, “d-don’t stop, Steve, please don’t stop,” you breathe as you feel his tongue on your clit again and his fingers back in your pussy. 
He moans against you, mumbling praises you cannot focus on. 
King Steve is eating your pussy like his life is depending on it and he moans like a slut while doing so. Palming himself as he tastes you on his tongue and listens to you falling apart for him. 
“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper as you hold his hair tighter, “please, I’m so close.” 
“Yeah? You wanna cum for me? Do it, honey, do it.” 
You let go, pushing away all the thoughts that are telling you how wrong this is, you cum hard and he moans and continues to lick you, his eyes roll back, he enjoys every fucking second of this. 
“I haven’t even fucked you and your legs are already shaking.” 
You open your eyes to look at him, your chest rises up and down heavily, sweat coating your forehead already, you swallow, pushing yourself up, you get on your hands and knees and crawl towards him, watching as he takes his shirt off. You grab him by his belt and pull him in. 
You look up at him through hooded eyes, your hair is a mess, your skin is hot, you’re half naked, the only item left on you is your skimpy little skirt, he wants to fuck you while you are wearing it. 
“Can I suck your cock?” You ask, sliding your hand up his body, “I love sucking cock.” 
His eyes widen and he almost chokes on his spit, how can you look at him so innocently and speak such filthy words? 
“I-I… huh?” 
Nancy was different, sure she sucked him off but she didn’t really seem to be excited to do it, you though? You want it, for your own pleasure. 
“You love sucking cocks?” 
The look on his face almost makes you giggle, almost. 
“Mhmm.” 
“How many cocks have you sucked before?” He asks in curiosity. 
You unbuckle his belt slowly, eying all the moles on his skin, his chest hair, his toned arms, the growing mustache. Steve is hot. Has he always been this hot?  
“Take your pants off, Steve.” 
“Answer the question first and then I’ll take them off.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“Before Jonathan? Just two.” 
“Oh, who was it?” 
“Take your pants off and I’ll tell you.” 
He takes them off instantly, kicking his shoes off and throwing his pants somewhere. 
“Well the first guy… you don’t know him, I met him when I went to visit a friend in Chicago,” you shrug. 
He raises his brows, nodding, “the second guy?” 
A smirk grows on your face, you lick your lips and place your hand on his dick, rubbing your palm over his boxers. He shudders, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he moans. 
“Eddie Munson.” 
His eyes widen at your admission, lips parting in surprise, “w-what? Eddie Munson, th-the f–”
“Yes, Eddie Munson!” You snap, not letting him finish the sentence. “I sucked him off in the bathroom after lunch break, Jason Carver was being mean to him and I felt bad for him.” 
“So you cheered him up by sucking his dick?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he's jealous. 
“Yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to get his dick sucked by the head cheerleader?” You giggle, “he really liked it, came back for more.” 
“And then what?” 
You lean closer and kiss his hip bone and his stomach, trailing your lips up to his chest until you're kneeling on the bed in front of him, placing your hand on his chest and your lips on his neck, you kiss his neck the way he did to you earlier. 
“He fucked me in his van, in the bathroom at school, in the janitor’s closet, behind the bleachers, he fucked me hard.” 
Steve moans, he feels your cold piercing against his skin, his hand slide down to your waist. 
“I bet you can’t fuck me the way he fucked me.” You mumble as you lean back down again, tugging at his boxers, you slide them down his legs and you gasp. His cock slaps against his stomach, pre cum leaking from his tip. 
“Oh.” Is all you manage to say as you stare at his cock. Suddenly you look intimidated, your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen, “t-that’s not gonna fit.” 
Steve chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw, he caresses your cheek, “oh, we’ll make it fit, honey.” 
“You still wanna suck it?” He asks.
You nod, whining when he puts his hand on your head, guiding you towards him. 
“It’s all yours.” 
You wrap your much smaller hand around his dick, stroking him a few times before you begin to tease him with your tongue, swirling it around the tip, you close your eyes and enjoy the sound of his moans.
“O-Oh fuck,” he murmurs. Gripping your hair tightly, he looks down at you, watching as you take more of him, his cock disappearing in your mouth, inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat. 
“Jesus fuck….” 
“Mhmmm,” you moan around him, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck him off. 
“Shit, stop…” He whines, tugging at your hair, “I’m not gonna last if you do that, I-I need to cum inside of you.” 
You don’t listen to him, instead you continue to suck him off eagerly, moaning and whimpering in pleasure, you arch your back, cupping his balls–
“Fuck!” He whimpers, basically shoving you off of him, “you little slut, I said I’m not gonna last.” 
You pout at him, “but I want to taste you too.” 
He stares at you bewildered. What the fuck? He never thought you would be like this but god, does he love it. 
“Later,” he says as he pushes you down and crawls on top of you, cupping your cheeks, his nose brushes against yours, “taste yourself instead,” he smirks before he kisses you again. 
The kiss is nothing near soft, it’s rough and needy. Your teeth clash, your tongues meet and you both moan and groan desperately. He pushes your skirt up higher, wrapping your legs around his waist, he takes his aching cock in his hand, sliding it between your slick folds, causing you both to moan. 
“Please, please… Fuck me, Steve. Make me feel something, please.” 
You beg and you plead, you arch your back and you pull him closer. He looks at you, truly looks at you for the first time. You’re beautiful, pretty, cute. You’re cute, even as you lay there looking up at him like a needy whore. He furrows his brows, watching the way your lips part, your pretty eyes staring into his, your soft hand touches his shoulder. 
What is he doing? 
What has he been doing all this time? 
“I got you, fuck, I got you.” 
He concentrates on you, on the look on your face as he pushes inside of you for the very first time. 
You whine and you bit your lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. You raise your head, looking down, you watch how his cock disappears in your pussy. Tears spring to your eyes as he stretches you open. 
“Poor baby, can’t take my big cock huh?” He teases with a smirk on his face that quickly falls again when you clench around him, causing him to stop moving, “f-fuck.” 
“Keep moving, Steve, please.”
He leans down, burying his face in your neck, he finally pushes all the way in. He says your name so filthily, it only makes you clench around him again. 
He curses at you as he begins to move, pushing himself back up again, he places both his hands beside you. 
“Pound my pussy, Steve, ruin me.” 
He smirks at your words and pulls out, looking down to see his glistening cock pushing back into your tight hole again. It makes his stomach flutter. 
“Such a good fucking pussy.” 
“Mhmm, you’re big, biggest cock I've ever had.” 
He only gives you a cocky grin in return. He knows he’s big. 
He grabs your boobs roughly and finally, he begins to fuck you like you wanted him too. 
“Ah– Steve, fuck… don’t stop!” 
He begins to pound your pussy in the most disrespectful way possible, squelching noises and your whines echo through the room. He watches your fucked out expression, he watches the way your pretty face scrunches up in pleasure, the way your screw your eyes shut. All you can do is moan and whimper and all he can do is stare at you in awe. 
He presses his hand on your lower stomach, pushing down on it, “you feel me, baby?” He asks, kissing your lips, “you feel my cock inside of you?” 
You nod, whimpering pathetically. 
You feel him, you feel him everywhere. His cock is splitting you open so perfectly, fucking you in a way only a man can. 
“Byers is a fucking idiot, stupid boy doesn’t know how to handle a woman,” he grunts as he thrusts into your roughly, “he’s fucking missing out. Shit baby, you’ve got the most perfect little pussy, so fucking tight and wet for me.” 
“S-Steve…” 
“I’m gonna fucking cum inside of you, gonna breed that little pussy and make you mine, gonna fill you up with my cum, over and over again until you’re f-fucking pregnant, gonna show those fuckers what they missed.” 
“P-Please,” you moan. 
“You’d like that huh? You’d love to get pregnant by the guy you hate?” 
“Mhmm,” you whine, you reach for his hands, dragging them up to your neck, “choke me, daddy.” 
His eyes widen and he fucking whimpers, his dick is throbbing inside of you and you know he is close. 
“God, you’re fucking filthy,” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your throat, “call me that again.” 
“Daddy.” 
He fucks you harder, rougher, faster and deeper. He wants you, he needs you. He is desperate for you. 
You put your hands around his wrists, looking up at him through the tears, “harder.” 
He gives you what you want, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You move your hips, meeting his thrusts. Tears stream down your face and you can no longer hold the sobs in. 
“Cum inside of me, Steve.” 
Your walls flutter around him and his hold on you tightens, “y-you want me to cum inside of you–”
“Please, I need it!” 
His hips stutter and he can no longer hold back, he slams his lips against yours, moving one hand down, his fingers graze your sensitive nipples for a moment, he touches your stomach, your hips and then his fingertips find your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. He listens to the way your moans grow high pitched as you cum around him. 
“I’m cumming, f-fuck,” he murmurs against your lips as he spills inside of you, coating your walls with his seed. 
You both whimper in pleasure. He continues to thrust in and out of you slowly, for a moment and then he slumps against you, letting go of your throat and letting his face fall against your chest, his throbbing cock still inside of you. 
You both need a moment to calm down from this. 
Surprisingly, Steve doesn’t push off of you and pretend like nothing happened. He just continues to lay there, on your chest, tracing your skin with his rough hands. 
And you, you play with his hair, not a single thought of your ex boyfriend or your best friend. All you think about is Steve. How good he made you feel, how pretty he looked when he ate your pussy, how he kissed you, how he smells. 
“I think you almost fucked the hate I have for you out of me.” 
He snorts at you, “wow, very romantic.” 
“Oh we’re being romantic now?” 
He looks up at you, “I mean, I’m still inside of you and you are playing with my hair so yeah.” 
“Shut up,” you roll your eyes but are unable to fight the smile off your face. 
He grins, “no one ever called me daddy.” 
“Someone else will call you daddy in 9 months if you don’t get me the morning after pill.” 
You almost expect him to grow pale but instead he laughs nervously.
“Babies can’t talk, honey.” 
“Huh?” 
“You said in 9 months, are you telling me newborns can speak now?” 
“I was joking!” You mumble. 
“Mhmm, sure you were,” he chuckles. 
For a moment, the room is filled with silence. All you hear is the sound of the music from the party, the laughter and the loud voices. The smell of sex lingers in the room, the smell of him lingers on you. 
“You know what? I think we should’ve done that a long time ago,” Steve admits, “in fact I think we should do it again.” 
You smirk at him, “to get back at them or because you just wanna be called daddy again?” 
For a moment, his face grows serious and he finds himself staring at you longingly, “I just wanna do it again, not to get back at them, fuck them.” 
“Let’s do it then,” you whisper, “but take me home first.” 
“Yes ma’am.” 
A week ago, you would’ve laughed if someone told you that this would happen. That you would break up with your cheating boyfriend, lose a best friend you had known since childhood and fuck the man you hated half of your life. 
Yet here you are, letting Steve Harrington help you get dressed, letting him steal kisses, letting him slap your ass on the way out. 
You walked into his room hating him and you walked out of here, well, hating him a little less.
You both got betrayed by people you loved, deeply. You lost them but at least you had found each other.  
In a perfect world you would be together. 
Maybe this can be a perfect world after all.
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Hooked On A Feeling
Chapter Seventeen - The Third Date
Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.
Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)
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The third date. That was meant to be the big one, right? The one where... it happened? She had no reason to be nervous. It was Daniel, a man she knew incredibly well, a man she was pretty sure she was in love with.
With Milo eating his dinner, Y/N went to the neighbours door and knocked.
The neighbours Seventeen year old daughter pulled open the door. "Hey Miss L/N," she said. "Do you want me to get my mum?"
"Actually, Mol, I'm here to see you. Would you fancy babysitting Milo tonight? I can pay and I've got pizza money for you," she said.
"I'd love to," Mollie answered. "Let me just check with my mom."
The door shut in Y/Ns face and she waited patiently for Mollie to get back to her with an answer. If she couldn't get a babysitter for Milo she'd just have to reschedule with Daniel. Daniel wouldn't mind. He might even suggest to bring Milo along.
The door opened again and Mollie nodded her head. "She said its fine, Miss L/N. What time do you want me there?" She asked.
At 7PM, Y/N was ready to go. She was dressed to the nines, wearing her favourite dress, her favourite shoes and her favourite jewellery. Milo had told her all about his new favourite dinosaur as she did her hair and makeup.
At 7PM, Mollie the neighbour came over to begin babysitting and Y/N left. She kissed Milos head as she said goodbye and walked out of the front door, driving her way to Daniels house.
She didn't know what he had in store for their third date. Neither did Daniel until a couple of days ago. All he knew was that be wanted it to be special. Just them, not surrounded by loads and loads of people.
For days he had been attempting to cook and forcing his friends to try it. Day by day he got slightly better, but he was still nervous about the date to come.
He had started cooking as Y/N drove. He had done his preparation fir the meal during the day. All that was left to do now was cook it.
Just like she was, Daniel was dressed at his best. It felt incredibly strange to be dressed in a suit for a dinner in his own house. The candles were set out on the table, along with his best wine and best cutlery. This night was going to be perfect.
The doorbell rang and Daniel felt his anxiety spike. It didn't need to, it was Y/N, the person he was expecting.
When the door opened, his breath caught his his throat. He knew she was beautiful, knew she was incredibly beautiful, but this was something else. "Holy shit," he breathed as he welcomed her into the house.
Her shoes clicked against the floor as she stepped towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. When she pulled away the imprint of her lipstick was still there and she went to wipe it away, bur Daniel stopped her. He'd wear it with pride for the entire night.
"Milo is with a babysitter, so you've got me for the entire night," she said as Daniel led her into his kitchen.
He lit the candles and poured her some wine. The night started out as easy, light conversation. They sipped the wine slowly as they talked, and the conversation turned to heavier topics, the kinds of things they found themselves talking about late at night where she couldn't sleep and Daniel was in another country.
He tried with the dinner, he really did. But she had to step in. The recipe was open on the counter top and she cooked away.
"I'm sorry," Daniel said as he wrapped her arms around her hips. "I'm so useless."
"Shut up," she said with a laugh as she moved the food around in the pan, ensuring it cooked evenly. "It's a good thing I enjoy cooking, huh?"
She plated the food up and they sat at the table, talking their way through dinner.
"This is the third date," said Danny between bites of the food. That was delicious, but it didn't surprise him. "And, since it's the third date I was wondering if... you'd..."
It was so difficult to get the words out of his mouth. And she didn't want to assume that he wanted to take things to the next level.
Daniel groaned and finished off his glass of wine. That was all if the courage he needed. "Be my girl," he said. "I want to love you properly."
The dinner was abandoned. The moved around the table to get to each other. As soon as they were together she wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed hers on her hips, holding her flush against him.
"Yes, Danny. Oh My God, yes."
He pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes shut and her hands Oundle his hair, moving through it, tugging at the strands.
Daniel couldn't stop the groan that left his lips. His body was fully pressed against hers, pressing her against the table. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip growing tighter. He ever so slightly hiked up the skirts of her dress.
"Take me upstairs," she whispered against his lips.
Daniel picked her up. He took her into his arms and carried her through his house. It was incredibly romantic, the way he held her so tight. She couldn't help but stare at him as he carried her up the stairs. This must be how wonderful brides felt on their wedding days.
Daniel took her into her bedroom and laid her down onto the bed. As soon as he could he resumed kissing her, his body on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress. They'd kissed before, sure, but they didn't usually allow this for themselves, didn't allow for this much intimacy.
But they couldn't stay away from each other. Daniel wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. It was a good thing she wanted him too.
Her skirts bunched up around her hips as she wrapped her legs around him. Daniel couldn't help himself; he rutted against her. She whined, her hands finding his hair, tugging slightly. He couldn't stop the groan leaving his lips.
"I need you," she whispered and rolled onto her stomach. Daniel obliged, unzipping her dress. He pushed it off of her shoulders, goose bumps following where he touched. "Danny," she whispered.
He slowly pulled her dress all of the way off until she was in nothing but lingerie beneath him. She'd taken her time choosing it out. It was her best pair, the only pair truly sexy. It was plain, with thin straps around her shoulders and her hips. A small bow sat in the centre of each piece of underwear, and the border was scalloped.
Daniel let out a low whistle. He wanted this image burned into his brain for the rest of his life. She looked so pretty laid out in front of him, laid out for him. He let his hand trail down her sides and she shivered.
He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shirt, letting his clothes fall next to her dress. As soon as he was in nothing but his boxers, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers.
Daniel held her tight. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was sat on him, hips moving on top of his. His eyes were shut as he groaned, his grip tightening. "Fuck," he hissed and she leaned down to kiss him again.
But the kiss didn't last very long. Soon Daniel was kissing down her neck. He didn't leave a hickey, not until he got to her chest. A series of moans left her lips as he kissed her chest, paying attention to what wasn't covered by her bra. "Danny," she moaned as he reached behind and unclasped the bra.
It fell away from her chest and Daniel threw it to the side. Immediately he began sucking a dark mark into the flesh, marking her as his. Her head was thrown back and she couldn't stop her hips from gyrating against him.
But suddenly she pulled away from him. He climbed off of him and Daniel tried to follow, but she pushed him back down, keeping him laying on the bed. She shuffled down to the bed until she was between his legs and pulling at his boxers, freeing his cock.
She wrapped her fingers around his already hard length and pumped. Once, twice, before she wrapped her lips around his tip. "Holy shit," Daniel cried out, accidentally bucking his hips towards her.
He escaped from her mouth but she quickly wrapped her lips around him once again. She ran her tongue along the veiny underside and moved her lips down his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and she closed her eyes, concentrating all of her efforts into bringing him close to the edge.
Only close. He wasn't going to cum until he'd had his turn with her. But that wasn't her decision. Daniel pulled her off of him and pulled her up. He rolled her over once again, trapping her beneath him. He kissed her, his fingers hooking around the strappy waistband of her panties.
He pulled her panties off and dropped them onto the floor. Daniel pushed his fingers gently through her folds, feeling just how wet she was. He couldn't wait to be inside of her.
And he didn't have to wait. He rolled a condom on, pushed himself inside of her and she let out a gasp, gripping onto his shoulders. "Fuck, Danny," she whispered, throwing her head back. "Holy fucking fuck."
Daniel grunted. Nothing in the world could come close to this feeling. Slowly he began moving, pulling his hips back every so slightly and pushing back in. He kept his pace even, giving her time to adjust to his length.
But Daniel sped up. She moaned and whined, crying out his name beneath him as he fucked her.
She didn't last very long. Maybe it was all of the anticipation, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been fucked like this since before Milo was born.
Daniel fucked her through her orgasm. "That's it, sweetheart," he grunted, kissing her slowly, tenderly. "So good f'me."
He pace slowed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he brought himself closer and closer to his orgasm. "Shit," he grunted, his hips stilling against her as he came, spilling into the condom.
"Fuck," she whispered as he pulled out of her.
Daniel got rid of the condom and climbed into the bed beside her. He wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her head and pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her. "So, you still happy to be mine?" He asked, unable to keep the smile off of his face.
"Are you kidding me?" She said as she touched his tattoo. It hadn't escaped Daniel just how much she loved his tattoos, loved tracing them. "I don't think happy is the right word. I'd go for something like... really happy."
"Really happy then," Daniel said and kissed her again.
They laid like that for just a few minutes, enjoying each others company. "What do we tell the kids?" She asked as she reached for her phone.
"The truth," Daniel answered as she turned the phone on and checked the time.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She jumped out of bed and quickly got herself dressed. "Fuck, I've got to get back to Milo and the sitter."
Daniel did the same. He jumped out of bed and got back into his trousers and shirt. But he left off the tie and didn't button his shirt all of the way. They'd just gotten done boning, but fuck she wanted him again. But there was no time, she needed to get back to Milo.
"Let me come with you," Daniel said, unlocking his phone to call her a cab.
Y/N stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She turned towards Daniel, undeniable smile one of face. "You seriously want to come with me?"
"Of course I do, you're my girlfriend."
Girlfriend. She loved the sound of that.
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when bf!beomgyu had told you his new job was work from home, you imaged lazy mornings together, and maybe even a few spontaneous lunch dates. you didn't really consider that he the extent of which he would really be working! from home.
it was 5:41 pm and you had come over to beomgyu's apartment after a long day at work, hoping for some cuddles with your boyfriend before going on a dinner adventure. however, the sight that greeted you was, unfortunately, not your loving boyfriend waiting at the door with arms wide open to greet you. entering the living room, you found beomgyu hunched over his desk, surrounded by a mountain of papers and lit up by the glow of his monitor screen. walking over to his figure, you dropped your bag to the ground before leaning your head on his, the messy hair on his head tickling your chin.
"hey," you said softly, hoping for a quick kiss back, or just an acknowledgement of your presence.
"hey," he replied, barely lifting his eyes from the screen. "i just need to finish this up. it won't be much longer, i promise."
wanting to be understanding, you decided not to disturb him further. "no worries. take your time. i'll just be in the bedroom if you need anything, let me know when you finish up." as much as you wanted to talk to him, you realized that it would be best to leave him in the office and take a short nap in the bedroom while you waited for him to be done.
he nodded, appreciating your understanding. "thanks, baby, love you"
the bedroom offered a temporary escape from the office-like atmosphere in the living room. lauing down on the bed, closed your eyes, and tried to relax. however, an unexpected realization dawned upon you: beomgyu's headpats were an essential ingredient for your nap recipe.
with a sigh, you padded back into the living room, your fluffy socks barely masking the soft footsteps on the wooden floor, where beomgyu was still engrossed in his work. "hey, gyu, mind if I join you for a bit?" you asked quietly.
he looked up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "of course not. come here."
pulling one of the dining room chairs with you, uou settled next to him, and without a word, beomgyu's hand found its way to your hair. his gentle fingers began to trace soothing patterns on your scalp, and the comforting rhythm soon lulled you into a sense of peace.
"better?" he whispered, his voice a mere murmur.
"mmm, much better," you replied, your eyes fluttering closed. "you give the best headpats, gyu."
he chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate, before turning to leave a kiss on the top of your head. "of course, it's a specialty of mine, just for my princess. just close your eyes and get some rest. i'll be done soon, and then we can spend the evening together, just like we planned this morning."
as beomgyu continued his work, his fingers drawing small patterns in your hair. and as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, you thought to yourself: how lucky were you to be able to love this boy made of nothing but kindess and stardust. your precious stardust boy.
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the set up II l.wienroither x reader
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the set up II l.wienroither x reader
"-yeah she said she'd be here at ten but she's probably still on australian time." beth shrugged as viv gave her a look and laura frowned a little in confusion.
"that is not how it works." viv sighed with a shake of her head as her blonde girlfriend grinned with a shrug. "who will be here?" laura asked curiously, engaged in a fierce game of tug of war with myle on the sofa.
"oh my cousins coming over! the one whose been livin in australia for a couple years." beth exclaimed happily, kicking a few pairs of shoes out of the way as viv hurried to put them away in their proper place afterwards.
"oh she is back now? cool, have you seen her yet?" laura asked, hissing a little as her focus slipped and myle teethed on her hand for a moment. "no!" laura remanded firmly as the puppy watched on unfazed, launching off the sofa toward one of her toys.
"yeah she's moved back here now, living with her best mate until she can find a place of her own. we went for dinner a few days ago and caught up, she's a girl with a lot of stories." beth chuckled, the door bell cutting her off before the conversation could go any further.
myle barked and sprinted off to the door, getting under beths feet as she scooped her up and swung it open. laura wasn't able to see much still sat in the living room by herself, now suddenly wishing she'd asked before inviting herself over like she normally would.
"urgh beth! i don't know where her tongues been." you whined as your cousin held myle up allowing her to lick all over your face before viv came to save you and gently tugged the puppy away into her own arms.
"welcome back!" you grunted as your cousin quite literally jumped on top of you, stumbling a little as your knees almost buckled but you caught your footing. "i saw you a few days ago you idiot." you laughed, squeezing her before she dropped back down.
"but i didn't see you for like a year beforehand so i win!" beth stuck her tongue out as you rolled your eyes. "she's so tiny." you grinned, viv handing you myle as you cooed at the small dog, craning your head away to avoid her licking you again.
"don't avoid her kisses thats rude!" beth gasped snatching her back as you hugged viv hello. "our friend laura is here as well." the dutch woman nodded for you to follow, beth already disappearing.
laura felt herself get a little tongue tied as beth quickly introduced the two of you, and unsure how to best greet you she settled for a friendly wave and a smile which seemed to suit as you did the same and took a seat beside beth.
"your accent is all sorts of messed up we'll need to work on that if you want to be accepted as a british citizen again." beth teased as you playfully rolled your eyes, shoving her and falling into conversation.
an hour or so later beth and viv stepped out to get lunch ready, inviting both you and laura to stay as the two of you got to know each other better, finding it almost effortlessly easy to speak with one another.
"so why did you move back now?" laura asked, the subject not really having been brought up yet as you shrugged.
"australia is beautiful and the people are wonderful but its expensive to live there. and my family are all getting older and i miss seeing them as often, my friends are all getting engaged or having kids and it just felt like the right time to come home." you answered simply with a smile.
"and it would seem like the perfect time since i get to meet you!" you cooed at the small puppy sat chewing on a toy in between you and laura.
"lau's been trainin her!" beth poked her head in as you looked to the austrian impressed. "really? hope they're paying you for your services!" you grinned which she reciprocated. "i am a dog whisperer who sadly works for free." laura sighed dramatically.
"we pay you in food you're almost here now more than when you lived here laura!" beth yelled out from the kitchen. "go on, show me your skills." you smiled, tucking your legs beneath you and shuffling around a little.
"okay. myle, pang!" laura made a gun with her fingers and mimicked shooting, the small dog just looking up at her unmoving. "myle, pang!" the footballer tried again with a frown, huffing as again myle clearly didn't do as she wanted.
"myle, pang!" you hid a smile behind your hand as laura manhandled the dog, slamming her onto the sofa with a huff. "she is normally more obedient." the austrian blushed with embarrassment as viv whistled and myle leapt down and raced off to the kitchen.
"no that was brilliant, she fell down all by herself!" you teased the blonde who knocked her leg against yours with a playful glare as the two of you fell back into conversation.
"viv! look at them." beth whisper yelled to her girlfriend who raised an eyebrow but shuffled over none the less. "lau likes her!" beth grinned excitedly as vivs frown deepened. "what is not to like? i think i like her more than you." viv shrugged as beth scoffed.
"not like that. like likes her!" beth tried again as her girlfriend returned to dishing up lunch. "like likes?" the dutch questioned with an amused smile as beth rolled her eyes.
"yes! look at the way they're looking at one another. they're both single, around the same age, both could use a little somethin." beth shrugged like it was the most obvious idea ever.
"beth." viv warned with a raised eyebrow. "they would be quite cute you know, and then if they got married laura really would be part of the family!" beth grinned happily.
"no! you do not get to meddle, leave them be. if they like each other they will figure it out themselves." viv warned, pointing a pair of tongs at beth threateningly who huffed. "what those two? not a chance! all they need is a little loving push." the blonde winked and yelled out lunch was ready.
"are you coming to the match tomorrow?" laura asked curiously as the four of you sat around the dining table after lunch. "football isn't really my thing." you admitted with a shy smile as beth let out a long and overly dramatic sigh.
"yes she's the black sheep and the secret shame of the family, we actually exiled her to australia but clearly it didn't work." your cousin shook her head in disappointment.
"you do know you are sitting with three footballers, yes?" laura laughed as now you were the one to blush. "i'm not a sports person okay! thats not illegal." you rolled your eyes and sank a little deeper into your seat.
"you don't have to be a sports person to enjoy and support the womens game, terrible feminist you are." beth continued to tease as you scoffed.
"i am not! that is so unfair i don't enjoy watching any sports men or womens, equality!" you rebutted, beth and you arguing back and forth as viv nodded for laura to help her clear the table leaving you both to it.
when they returned it seemed you'd reached some sort of agreement as the conversation had shifted topics. "she's comin!" beth sang out with a victorious grin as you puffed air out of your nose and sent her a scowl.
"she bullied me into it and i'm only going in hopes of beth getting smacked in the face with the ball." you shrugged as now it was her turn to gasp and scowl. "when i'm on the return from a very serious injury? insensitive little shit you are." your cousin shook her head.
"you can sit with me and leah!" laura offered with a happy smile, frowning a little as you groaned and threw your head back. "not leah!" making your cousin laugh. "ohh yes leah, perfect idea lau!" beth grinned as you banged your head onto the table.
"what is so bad about leah?" the defender asked still a little confused. "she doesn't shut up the entire game and she mansplains everything to me like i'm a toddler!" you dragged your hands down your face as viv chuckled and patted your back.
"good! you need a 101 in proper football appreciation and education missy, and lau and lee will make sure that happens."
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"yes i know! you told me that ten minutes ago leah." you sighed deeply as once again the blonde explained why the offside was called.
"im just making sure you understand! stop looking so miserable mate there's worse places you could be spending a sunday." leah pinched your cheek as you huffed and pushed her away, subconciously shuffling a little closer into laura who was sat on your other side.
"now do you see what i mean?" you whispered to the girl who let out a quiet laugh. "do you want to switch seats? i am very used to her talking." laura offered as you nodded eagerly and swapped, though leah was too busy groaning about the ref to pay much attention.
now freed from most of leahs commentary you instead found yourself much more enamoured in laura's takes on things, smiling at the way her nose scrunched up in annoyance when she disagreed with a call, or the way her eyebrows furrowed together and the tip of her tongue would push out when a pass was missed or possession taken.
"one thing i'll miss about australia is the weather." you huffed, wrapped in about five layers but still chilled to the bone as you were struggling to adjust back to the harsh realities of a frosty london winter.
"here, keep your ears warm." laura grinned, taking her her beanie off her head and tugging it onto yours, dismissing your protests with a wave of her hand and quickly changing the subject.
leah turning to lecture you about throw in etiquette was a little surprised to see laura now next to her, even more so as she noticed the way you two seemed so wrapped in your own little bubble as if you'd been friends for years.
with a raised eyebrow the blonde pulled out her phone, sending beth a message she knew wouldn't be seen until later and instead subjecting poor kim to her commentary who was sat on her other side.
by the end of the game you really could have sworn you'd known laura for years, it was near scary how comfortable you felt around her. which is why when beth offered for you to join some of the team for dinner and laura encouraged you come, you accepted.
though as you showed up to the restaurant beth had messaged, right on time, your guard was back up as you couldn't see your cousin or any of her teammates anywhere.
waiting outside in hopes everyone was just running late you breathed a little easier as laura showed up, the austrian caught a little off guard now as you pulled her into a hug which she settled into after a moment.
"no one is here?" laura frowned as you filled her in and shrugged. "beth said it was under her name maybe they are in another room or something." laura headed over to the front and gave beths name, and sure enough the hostess nodded for the two of you to follow her.
but as soon as she showed you to a table very clearly set for two, things started to make a little more sense. "oh sorry no-" laura tried to speak with the hostess but she was gone before she could say another word.
hearing your phone go you pulled it out reading the message from your cousin. "what?" laura questioned as you let out a scoff, turning your phone so she could read the message.
from; messy beffy ohhh no we got the time and the restaurant wrong....guess you and laura will just have to get dinner together instead, sorry!
"i don't understand. they forgot where we were going?" laura questioned clearly confused as you chuckled. "no, beth set us up." you sighed knowingly with a shake of your head. "she what?" lauras frown deepened a little.
"like...like a date. she's trying to set us up on a date." you explained knowing your cousin all too well, cheeks tinted slightly pink as lauras eyes widened in surprise. "oh." she stated bluntly, eyebrows shooting upward.
"but we don't have to! we can just go home, beth is just very very nosy." you assured, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "no! we can stay, if you want to?" lauras own cheeks flushed red as you both stammered around your words before eventually taking a seat at the table.
the first half an hour was painfully awkward, both of you clearly a little unsure what this dinner actually was and not wanting to be the first to ask.
but once your food came and gave you some common ground the awkwardness began to melt away a little, both of you slipping back into a more comfortable pattern of conversation like you had before.
by the end of dinner once again it was like you'd known her for years, laughing and smiling and chatting about anything and everything as you both really got to know one another.
as you stepped away to go to the bathroom laura pounced, paying for dinner which you told her off for once you returned but your protests fell on deaf ears as she waved away all your offers to split the bill.
"what are you doing?" laura asked, seeing the uber app flash up on your phone as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant. "my best friend dropped me here but she isn't answering, i think she's asleep." you laughed with a shake of your head.
"i'll take you?" laura offered sincerely. "really? that would be great, thank you." you smiled, following her to her car.
"you can pay next time then!" laura teased as she pulled up outside your best friends house, who didn't live all too far from where you'd had dinner as you continued to berate her for paying. "you'd want to go out again?" you asked a little surprised as laura realised what she'd said.
"yes." the girl confirmed before she could overthink it, a smile settling into your features.
"good, i would too."
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"do my eyes deceive me or are you here willingly and even looking like you might have enjoyed it?" leah gasped as you hovered by the barrier with a roll of your eyes, waving to viv over her shoulder who was busy trying to shake off victoria who'd jumped onto her back.
"don't get used to it williamson, i only come now you can't send me to sleep with your horrendous ongoing commentary and rules and boring chat." you teased, ducking as the taller blonde swung at you.
"please. i know the real reason you're here all too well buddy and whose name is on the back of that jersey even if you think you can hide it behind that jacket." leah smirked, ruffling your hair as your cheeks flushed bright red.
"shut up. i already get it enough from beth!" you groaned, pushing her away halfheartedly as the blonde you were really wanting to talk to started to make her way over.
"so its official then?" leah grinned happily, perking up as you shushed her. "no, we're just...enjoying our time together. now go away! go pester someone else." you rolled your eyes as leah chuckled, pulling you into a hug before racing off to catch up with lia.
"hi." you greeted with a soft smile as laura now arrived in front of you. "hello!" she beamed happily, the two of you settling into a hug which lasted a few seconds too long, neither of you really wanting to let go.
"red looks nice on you." laura poked at the arsenal home kit adoring your top half, the top she'd managed to wrestle you into this morning after you'd spent the night, placating all your whining with an abundance of sweet words and kisses.
"don't know, think i'd rather it was blue. i do really like light blue!" you teased, arsenal having just beat manchester city five to three. "sehr lustig, liebling." the austrian retorted in german making you frown.
"you promised no more german unless you tell me what it means, im still learning." you huffed with a frown. "with your very strange accent i don't think you will ever learn." laura teased with a smile, eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment.
"hey! i've been back here for weeks now, my accent is very very normal." you shook your head with a playful glare. but your conversation was interrupted as a flash of red barreled into laura, pulling her into a half hug half headlock.
"well hello lovebirds!" beth beamed, laura pushing her off with a roll of her eyes. "go away bethany." you sighed, but hugging her none the less. "where did you get this then! a football fan finally, i'll make sure you start to get invited to the family functions again." beth grinned tugging at laura's jersey on your person as you flipped her off and smacked away her hands.
"i'll pretend it says mead on the back then, shall i?"
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"come on tiny tank lift with your legs! you've got two good knees now, no excuses." you teased the blonde who shot you a glare, dropping down the boxes in her arms with the rest of the pile and collapsing onto your sofa.
"is that everything now?" the girl groaned, hand covering her face tiredly as her body shone with a slight sheen of sweat and you closed your front door, gently placing down the box of kitchenware on the dining table.
"everything for today!" you announced, rounding the sofa and collapsing on top of laura who grunted. "stop pouting! you're my girlfriend lau its part of the job to help me move." you teased, shuffling back to push yourself up on your arms.
"if i knew that i would not have asked you." laura sighed, squealing as you pinched her sides for the comment. "would you rather we go back to sneaking about with my roommates around all the time?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"oh god no, they are more nosy than beth." laura groaned, hands sneaking up the back of your top and pulling you to lay back against her.
"don't you mean cupid!" you rolled your eyes, both of you constantly subjected to your cousins endless boasting that without her you'd never have gotten together.
which might have been partially true but you weren't going to give her the satisfaction of agreeing with it.
now finally settled back into london you'd secured a new job and an apartment all of your own. you and laura had only been seeing one another officially for about eight weeks so you'd both agreed it was too soon to move in together.
"you know even though you're my girlfriend maybe i should pay you for all your hard labour today baby." you sighed, lazily kissing her jaw as she perked up a little. "i think that is what is fair schatz." laura agreed with an eager nod and a smile.
"for building the sofa." you softly kissed one side of her neck as she squeezed your hips. "for helping me carry the fridge." you moved your lips to show the other side of her neck a little attention.
"for walking up and down all those stairs." you sighed, kissing the corner of her mouth. "for carrying all those heavy heavy boxes." you drawled sarcastically with a pout, kissing the other corner of her mouth, purposefully missing where she really wanted you.
"and for being the best girlfriend ever." laura smirked, tapping her lips expectantly as you raised an eyebrow. with a playful roll of your eyes you leant in but stopped, lips ghosting hers with a smile.
"the best girlfriend ever deserves dinner cooked for her." you whispered, pecking her lips quickly and trying to stand but before you could even push yourself up laura had easily flipped your positions now hovering over you.
"lau!" you laughed as she interlaced her fingers with yours and pressed them into the sofa, hazel eyes ablaze with adoration as she stared down at you, lips curled into a smile before she pressed them eagerly against yours.
you melted into the kiss with a small sigh of pleasure, hands cupping the back of her neck as she let you up, hers tangled in your hair.
the defender shifted a little on top of you before deepening the kiss, her tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth before she pulled away, teeth tugging at your bottom lip teasingly.
"i think as the best girlfriend, furniture builder, footballer and mover ever i should get to choose my own reward liebling."
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radioactiveinvisible · 2 months
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okay I'd actually scream and shout and let it all out (little bit of musical comedy for ya) if you did this
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i have so many thoughts about Reid and Morgan (specially earlier seasons)
hi!, so, this wasn't a request. it was more like i read @star-mum's gorgeous, gorgeous tags and couldn't not write them. and since she mentioned morgan and reid in earlier seasons... ta-dá. here's something. also, i made it with glasses!reid bc OF COURSE i would.
spencer reid x fem!reader word count: 1.5k summary: a gentle tug in spencer's tie should be enough for him to focus again, right? warnings(?): english is not my first language. also, there's made-up case information. i hope it makes some sense.
Morgan toys with the candy wrapper around his fingers as frustration toys with his head. He can feel how his shoulders are heavy with tension. After this case, he’s definitely going to remodel a new house. The pieces do not want to fit together as if they were wiring that is impossible to fix.
“Why would the UnSub imply that this twin is the sweetest?” JJ thinks out loud, plopping down into the nearest chair. “It’s not. He didn’t even run to hug his parents when he was released. So why the candy?”
The state police department called the FBI two days ago about a strange kidnapping case. Two kids. Correction, two twins. Fifteen hours later, one of them was released. He was left at the door of his school, between the two white bastions of the United States and State flags. In one fist he had a crumpled yellowish paper, and in the other a sticky wrapper. On the piece of paper, it reads can we exchange the bright days for the dark ones? written in a rehearsed calligraphy of black ink. The letters’ curves are careful, but not perfect, and there are ink-splashed dots that reveal his lack of expertise over the quill.
“The wrapper,” you point out, in a small but firm voice. You clear your throat. “The candy wrapper.”
You’re pretty, Morgan thinks. Enough for his eyebrow to rise and Reid’s cheeks to blush. Morgan has no problem separating his emotions from his work, so your siren-like gaze and silky voice don’t affect him. However, Reid seems to stutter more than usual whenever your velvety perfume is around. Morgan doesn’t mean to sound disrespectful, because if anyone asked him, he’d say you’re perfectly professional. And, also, fast. You follow the team’s conversation intently, absorbing every word. For a detective who has had no training in profiling, you are skilled and look promising.
But then again, you haven’t received the same behavioral training as them. You don’t know about the micro gestures that give you away, so you can’t do anything to hide them. You don’t even know you have to hide them. So, in a room full of profilers, your soft spot for Reid is written on neon signs. The whole team sees it. Minus, of course, the boy genius. Oh, if only this case wasn’t drilling into Morgan’s temples...
“Detective L/N is right,” Reid nods. “Maybe the UnSub is implying the exact opposite. It’s shallow. It’s an empty sweetness.”
“Alright, pretty boy, where does that leave us?” Morgan asks, setting the wrapper down on the table.
“I- I don't know,” Reid mutters. His attention refocuses on the evidence board. His eyes review the yellow note again and again. His eidetic memory can confidently name every dot splashed in its Cartesian coordinates. The problem is that the clock hands seem to move faster than the gears in Reid’s brain.
You cautiously approach the board, stopping at Reid’s side. His posture changes immediately. It is, in fact, uncomfortable to watch. His spine restarts with an electric hum and he vibrates nervously next to you. It’s as if he can’t decide if he is resisting the electromagnetic force you exert on him or if both of you have the same magnetic charge: fated to dance in orbit, but never to touch. On second thought, he’d like to bet that you two are polar opposites because then the meeting is inevitable.
You make a small sound, almost like a laugh, and Reid can’t help but look at you curiously. His gaze doesn’t take you by surprise, which makes him blush. “It looks like a constellation,” you explain, pressing your neat fingernail against the yellowed piece of paper.
And then Morgan sees it happen. The light of recognition lights up in Reid’s eyes. Or maybe it’s just the fluorescent light flickering in his glasses. His nervousness is intercepted by the certainty of his knowledge.
“It is a constellation,” Reid confirms. “They are not ink stains. It’s Gemini. We had profile that the UnSub is a twin, but now we could narrow it down to those who have knowledge of mythology, especially Roman and Greek, who used to-“
Hotch holds his hand up as he presses the speed dial. Reid’s face turns into a rueful grimace. And you notice. “Garcia, narrow your list to twins with some degree of knowledge of Greek and Roman mythology.”
“That should be easy, honestly how many-“ Garcia’s voice breaks off in surprise. “Oh. There's a match. A couple of twins are both professors of mythology. Cesar and Patricio Makris, how fitting. Hmm. Digging, digging- oh, one of them recently got published.”
“Which one?” Emily says.
“That would be… Patricio,” Garcia answers back. “Patricio’s also married and has two beautiful babies. Oh, the pictures are so cute-“
“Garcia, what about Cesar?” Hotch asks.
“Right. Uh… no significant other. No family. No pet either, if you were wondering.”
“So we are seeing a typical case of an outshadow kid by the bright brother?” Rossi’s voice can’t hide the sarcasm.
“I think that might be. And he’s choosing to save the sweet one. No because the UnSub or the released twin are sweet persons, but because they’re Pollux, which literally translates to very sweet. Also, Pollux was the immortal one, yet Castor was more popular and-“ Reid is shushed again.
“But both are the exact same. Same looks, same jobs, same conditions,” JJ says.
“And yet, one has everything and the other none of it,” Emily adds. “And if one of them was recently published…”
“We have our stressor,” Rossi says, keys already in hand.
“Babygirl, could you-“
“Already sent. Gosh, it’s like no one of you knows me.”
“Alright,” Hotch is quickly to distribute the team. “Morgan, Reid take Cesar’s house. Rossi, Emily go to the university. Me and JJ are going to pay Patricio’s place a visit.”
The room empties in a matter of seconds, but Morgan and Reid remain standing without moving. Morgan jumps into action almost without thinking. It is his nature to be on the move. But it’s also his nature to listen to his instincts. And there’s something disturbing in Reid’s expression that doesn’t allow him to move forward.
“What is it, pretty boy?” Morgan asks.
Reid’s gaze focuses on you before jumping to Morgan.
“The twins’ names are Roman, without a doubt. But their last name is Greek. And the main stars of Gemini are Castor and Pollux. However, if we follow the Latin line we land on romantic languages, Spanish one of them. Exchange bright days for dark ones. Dark days in Spanish is días oscuros, which phonetically is pretty similar to dioscuros, which means Zeus’ sons. Actually, there are several versions of this myth, and the paternity of the twins is widely discussed-“
There’s a small tug that stops Reid. Your fingers hold the end of his tie and your nails lightly scratch the fabric. Reid blinks. He feels like he is being electrocuted. In fact, if Morgan looks hard enough, he’d swear he’s seeing Reid’s brain melt and slip through your fingers.
“Pretty boy,” you croon. On your tongue, the nickname sounds lethal. It disarms him and leaves him gasping for air. “Focus.” You add a small, final tug to his tie, which may or may not have brought Reid a couple of inches closer to you. Now you both share breaths.
“Y-yeah, sorry,” Reid inhales sharply, but he does not step back. “Uh- oh, so, basically, the word exchange got me thinking- In one version of the myth, Pollux and Castor share Pollux’s immortality. But for that, they have to take turns on Earth while the other is in Hades. There is a cemetery nearby. I think there’s a larger probability they’re there than at Cesar’s house. After all, today’s July 15th, the central day of their celebration in Greek culture.” He says the last part in Morgan’s direction, unable to hold the weight of your gaze for another second.
Morgan doesn’t answer.
“Uh, Morgan?” Reid tries again. “We should check the cemetery as well-“
“Right,” Morgan nods slowly. With new leads on the way, the case doesn’t seem so impossible and Morgan’s smile widens. Oh, pretty boy. “Let’s go.”
Morgan turns around. He’s going to tell Garcia that you’re not strictly professional. And she’s going to love it. And, as far as Spencer is concerned, he should know that he’s banned from all the casinos in Las Vegas for good reason. His bets never lose. And opposite poles always meet. Your fingers tangled in his tie are proof enough. And would a kiss be too much?, Spencer thinks, after all, it’d be for science purposes.
“C’mon, pretty boy, we don’t have all day!” Morgan calls him.
You move towards the door without letting go of his tie and the only explanation you offer him is a smirk. Reid’s heart is going to explode. Yes, it would be too much. He could die. But he might wanna try anyway.
i didn't tag anyone bc this is a different reader, this is not part of longing glances!au, so mhm. i didn't want to bother anyone tagging them in something they didn't ask. thanks for reading. <3
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Ma'am please bestow upon me your amazing smut writing ways! 😩Your smut scenes are always top tier and I'm so jealous! I feel like all of my smut writing ends up turning out sounding the same.
Awwwh Lau 🥹🥹 Thank you babe, that’s so sweet of you - you’re so kind to me ♥️
And I was going to joke that I have no idea how I do it (and that is true to an extent - lots of it just happens in the moment!) but real talk, writing smut is one of the things I find MOST difficult in writing. It’s so time consuming to get it right, or it is for me anyway!
But here’s how I try and approach it… apologies I’m chatty and this got a bit long but I hope it’s useful to you and others!
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Alex’s Guide To Writing Smut
Understand the context
1. What’s the vibe? Why are they having sex?
Is it angry/angsty/longing/needy/soft/sweet/something else I can’t think of right now? How are the characters arriving into the smut, because it totally shapes how you think about the tone of the scene and how the actual act will play out. Angry rough fucking is not the same as soft, we just woke up and I need you again sex. And that doesn’t need a tonne of exposition to set out in the story but you, the author, need to know where it’s coming from.
2. What’s their relationship?
Like above, sex between people who have been together for ages is different from sex with someone new(ish). Of course you can still surprise each other in a long term relationship but new relationships are all about discovery. And this affects how they communicate during the act itself, and how comfortable they might be together (as well as in voicing likes and dislikes). Also, a one night stand won’t be the same as a pairing who are a couple, and not all of those are born equal - is it a one night of fun or is that we only have one night, because we shouldn’t/can’t do this, but I love you? Those bring very different energies!
Creating scenes that feel ‘real’
4. Limbs logistics
This is the stuff that takes me the longest because I’m a weirdo and I like to be able to properly picture who and what’s where at any given moment! Do think about whether it’s physically possible for his hand to be there if it was just somewhere entirely different. And don’t be afraid to have a little fun with it if your setting allows a bit of real life challenges. Getting stuck or whatever and giggling about it is so human and relatable and will add realism.
3. Use ALL the senses.
Obviously this is an important tip for writing generally but if you want to build a sensory picture and create intimacy it’s extra important in smut writing. Smut writing isn’t just describing where all the limbs and appendages go - if you want it to be immersive you need to go beyond that and explore how the characters FEEL and what else they are experiencing:
- Smells in particular are especially evocative and unique. They stir up emotions and or create a sense of safety.
- Think about how you describe the different kinds of touches (again, all relates to knowing your context). Not just stimulation touch but how they hold each other, breath on skin etc. Are they gentle or rough. And most importantly, how does it feel - both touching and being touched.
- Don’t forget about taste - you don’t have to major on it if it gives you the ick but it’s part of the sexual experience so don’t forget to consider how it might be useful to include.
- Sound allows you to convey emotion with and without dialogue. How does their voice sound? When you’re pressed together can you actually feel the sound? You can use this to show progress too as they get closer to climax. (That feels so wrong to write in a non-smut scene context!)
5. Choice of positions/ sexual acts
My personal preference is starting with foreplay cos I enjoy writing the build up, but sometimes (back to context again!) that doesn’t make sense for your pairing. Deciding what they actually do during the smut scene totally depends on all the stuff in the section above. For example, are they short on time? Do they have all night? Is it the only night they might ever have and so they want to do everything you can think of? All of these will affect what kind of sex they have and the kind of energy they bring to it.
I rarely sit down and plot this out (but I’m not a plotter anyway so that’s just me) - I write what feels right in the moment because I’ve focussed my effort on knowing WHY these two particular people are having sex. Allow the context to guide what feels natural and have fun with it.
6. Dialogue
I used to write with hardly dialogue during smut because it made me uncomfortable trying to squeeze it in, but I’ve got better at it as I’ve written more. So I think you have to do what feels right for you, as the writer. But also, once again, you need to know what your characters would do. Are they talkers? Is one of them noisy but the other is the silent type? Does one have a filthy mouth that makes the other weak and they like to use that against them? Do you want to include a praise kink or someone who gets off on being humiliated (don’t forget AFTER CARE!). All of that affects what kind of dialogue you might have.
Personally I still tend to keep it quite limited (writing Emmett and the whole ‘having to be quiet’ is my fav kink of the moment!). Instead, I focus more on the senses side of things, and let them get a bit lost in the pleasure inside their own heads. And instead of external dialogue, I often opt for more internal chat about how the other person and what they’re doing makes them feel. And how they feel is influenced by, you guessed it, the context!
What to do when it all feels a bit too ‘samey’
So to Lauren’s original ask about scenes feeling overly similar - especially when you’re working with the same set of characters in a long running series. I have this all the time, especially with my Lockdown series because those two are just feral for each other! To tackle getting stuck in a rut, here’s what I think about:
Surprise, surprise, it’s all about CONTEXT again!
Ok yes, you only have so many sexual acts and positions to work with. And not everyone wants to write all the kinks in the land, I know I don’t! But what is different every time is why your couple is having sex - what’s led to/inspired that moment and how are they coming into the scene. So I refer you back to the very first section - understand the scenario and mood you’re trying to create. You can stack the different acts however you like but the energy and emphasis and emotion your characters bring to that should inherently make it feel different each time.
If you want a real life example, check out the smut scenes in this mini series - they fuck in every chapter but each time the context and how the characters come into the scene is different, so (I hope!) the smut reads differently.
And finally
Do not underestimate the power of a little humour! Real life sex can be funny. It’s intimate and, lots of the time, with someone you are (or want to be) very close to. They are moments of physical and emotional connection. Let the people be people. Don’t make it all perfect all the time. Life isn’t like that! 🤍
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Other useful resources
How to write smut by @youneedsomeprompts
Smut terminology study
Useful smut language/sound descriptors
Really good guide to smut terms
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Awesomely cute dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Novocaine
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pairing: guitar rocker!jay x bartender fem!reader
synopsis: Your job requires you to deal with all types of people, but you didn’t mind since at the end of the day you were getting paid– paid good. However, when a band comes for a permanent gig you’re faced with a dilemma that all hot rocker cliches were true, unfortunately. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the time and day to come in and shuffle your life into a mess, right?
Warnings: mature concepts (minor friendly!) , drinking, smoking (W33D HA), Y/N lowkey going through it, suggestive content (kissing) and indication of drug usage (non-mcs!) not proof read!
🗒AN: FINALLY A BAND AU, everyone will make a band AU one day but in celebration of Jay coming back home we have guitarist Jay! Honestly while writing this I didn’t expect it to turn the way it did (I was going for full-on band AU but I can’t resist when I start writing 💔). Thank you to my bff bb @enaus for helping me in the process ilysm. Honestly rereading I’ve mentioned how this is just my badboy! Jay from my trope series in another universe LOL but please enjoy!!
Reblogs and feedback are always welcomed so make sure to like and reblog! See you at the next one <3
happy readings! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭
©2023 , dazed-hee . please do not repost , plagiarize or translate anywhere this is my only blog thank you!
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“Yo Sinners! What happens in Sin City stays in Sin City so let loose and have some fucking fun!” 
Ah— escaping responsibilities, consequences, and past indiscretions were all things welcomed in Sin City. A chance to live without thought and judgment surrounded by others who craved for the same fall of grace, but if it meant you’d spend a couple of bands on drinks and VIP lounges— then you were always welcomed here. While others came to escape their mundane lives you came to Sin City to escape your dreadful one. You weren’t sure what aspect you were running from, lack of knowing the next time you were penniless or the redundant meetings with your advisor about what you were going to do after graduation if you ever make it that far.
You weren’t left with much choice of what to do, without money everything was so hard almost unobtainable even. Aspirations and dreams seemed to have died the moment they did, and you hated it, hated them. You learned to love and loathe your time at Sin City, not sure if it was the comfort of familiarity or the reason that no one cared about who you are here, everyone is welcomed with open arms. A place where the good and the bad can windle together and no one will tell the difference, maybe that’s why it’s so dangerous.
Looking over your shoulder you couldn’t help but roll your eyes watching Yeonjun nonchalantly allow customers into the lively club. Glowing colors from the lights painted on walls and floors all around followed the beat of the music while the smell of smoke and cannabis tickled your nose, a typical night. It was one of those days where the crowd wasn’t rowdy enough to worry about someone hopping over the counter to steal a drink, but it wasn’t dead enough to worry about the workers not having enough rounds to run through. 
Sin City wasn’t a high-class exclusive club but it also wasn’t cheap, alcohol mixed with bad decisions was always something to look out for when you were on shift. It was still too early to tell but judging by how the crowd was slowly growing it was going to be an easy night for you.  
“Are you even checking IDs or are we just pretending like you are?” You yelled over the counter watching Yeonjun throw a smirk and a shrug as he waved for people to come in. Yeonjun has been working here longer than you have and you would consider him your manager, thanks to him you had a decent studio apartment near work with a pretty solid position at the club. People always came and left you could practically count on your fingers the few who have been working here for a while since you started.
“That’s for you to check and worry about Y/N, not me.” He laughed watching you flick him off before turning around to fix up a drink. “Sinners Welcome”, it was a sign you became accustomed to, the bright red LED that hung above the bar skewing your vision of the different colored bottles and the crystal sugars n’ salts to outline the rim of beverages. You learned how to mix by memory and touch, overtime you noticed the different curves and sizes of bottles naturally engrained in your evocation, it was like an 8th sense to you. Anything they wanted you would serve. 
“One Vesper, please.” You watched the man untighten the blue tie around his neck, shoulders rolling tense before he took in your appearance. “Coming right up.” You replied with a coy smile noting the small glint in his eyes, bingo an easy big tip. You felt bad for taking advantage of miserable midlife crisis men but you gotta do what you gotta do. Gin, vodka, Lillet blanc, and a small lemon twist to add color. In a matter of seconds the drink was finished and you earned your meal for tomorrow.
“Here you go, enjoy.” You hummed slightly disgusted by the way his eyes trailed over your figure when you leaned to push him his drink. It was something that came with the job, especially being a bar girl you had a standard to hold up since that’s what got you tips, big tips. 
“Thank you sweetheart keep the rest of the tab.” He grinned watching your smile grow as you caught a glimpse of the bills stuck between the receipt. Before you could reply Yeonjun called for you to leave one of the other bartenders to tend to the rest of the customers before walking towards one of the lounges. 
“Thank you for the tip hope to see you again soon.” You winked hopping around the counter in a hurry. “You got it from here right? Like how we practiced.” you nodded watching the girl you trained for the past week shake her head, eyes widening from someone calling for her attention, she’d be gone by the end of the month. She wouldn’t be the first to crack under pressure, it takes a lot to work here but in compensation, it was good pay; really good pay. 
Walking toward Yeonjun you noticed he was on his phone huffing in annoyance about something on his own. “Can you not throw a tantrum? What’s wrong I was making good tips.” You joked noting the unamused expression, that only meant boss was making him do something he didn’t want to do. You figured that was the reason why he called for you; so the both of you could suffer together. What a great friend. 
“Y/N tip isn’t two hundred bucks a tab for one drink, that’s what some people make in a day…you can survive doing this with me.” He complained pushing his sunglasses up his nose prompting you to chuckle in defeat. “I need your help, boss wants to hire a band to play for about an hour or so when the crowd starts to get lackluster. About time we make use of the stage.” It was normal to have dead hours during the night even on busy evenings. But hiring a band was a good investment, the stage has been empty and used as a DJ set since you could remember. “And how am I supposed to help you? I know no one apart of a band.” You sighed the cold air from the hall hitting your exposed skin sent goosebumps lining your arm in dominos. 
“Boss already interviewed a couple of bands and said they’ve all been shit.” the latter snickered swiftly placing a blunt between his lips. “He got so pissed he asked for us to take over for the last two that are waiting in the lounges,” he added once he noticed your confused expression, trying to convince you that he wasn’t purposely pulling you away from work for the shits and giggles. You weren’t super knowledgeable in rock music being a casual listener, but you knew it would be something that would definitely draw in a new crowd to Sin City. Music was music, to you if it was good then you had no reason to complain. Yeonjun lead you to one of the back lounges explaining to you what criteria to look for, in all honesty, you weren’t listening. As long as they looked good and sounded good you could care less who was chosen.  
“Let’s just get this over with.” You groaned following him in after he swung the door open. Incoherent sounds of strumming instruments filled your ears distracting you from the fact Yeonjun was guiding you toward the front of the lounge clapping for everyone’s attention. “Alright we’ll begin the last two auditions and please don’t piss me off more than I already am, you’re all lucky Y/N is here or I would’ve sent you all home,” he announced nonchalantly puffing a smoke before discarding the blunt. You were finally able to get a look at both remaining bands and they definitely checked off the looking good criteria, a little too damn good. 
Yeonjun had asked for you to fetch the clipboard from the bar counter, you weren’t sure what for but absentmindedly you found yourself walking over to grab it. The smell of spice and wood filled your senses as you stopped glancing at the tatted arm resting on top of the clipboard. Your brow rose slightly stunned, you could feel your gaze trace up along his arm to his intricate neck tattoo that was peaking through his dark comic tee. Despite how dimly lit the lounge was you could see his sharp eyes focusing across the room, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as his jaw tensed taking in your presence unknowingly. His slight grip on the guitar tightened the longer you stood watching him inhale a long puff of smoke, head tilting slightly when huffing it out.
“Move.” A short chuckle left his lips while repositioning his arms against the counter, pressing the clipboard further into the bar ignoring your comment.
“Are you deaf? I said move.” you snapped annoyed, like a little kid refusing to listen you watched his fellow bandmates chuckle, pushing him off the bar, ignoring his eyes trailing down your face before plopping down in a chair. “Sorry didn’t see you there.” Despite his rough appearance his voice was surprisingly smooth, like honey, scoffing you grabbed what you needed making sure to kick his boot that was purposely in the way all while walking back to Yeonjun. How cliche, rocker boy with a shit personality.
“So we have to choose between groups called Novocaine or Beast Men.” He sighed squinting at the clipboard after pushing his sunglasses up his temples. “Beast Men is a terrible fucking name absolutely not.” You whispered sitting on the couch beside him running your fingers through your hair. Yeonjun chuckled pushing your shoulder slightly as you cracked a smile, eyes instantly trailing back to the darkly dressed man who was still smoking his cigarette. From here you could see him strumming the strings on his guitar, tapping his foot against the quarts floor admiring his dark hair messily styled to cover his brows. His small piercing on his eyebrow caught the light from the bar, twinkling for attention as you found yourself tearing your gaze away from him. 
“Whoever wants to go you are welcome to start, no advantages for those who volunteer first.” Slowly everyone began preparing their instruments while you offered to mix a drink for Yeonjun who clearly needed it. The bar was smaller than what you were used to but there were a few more expensive bottles only accessible to VIP lounges to make up for the cost, reaching up you felt the cool counter-press against your exposed stomach unaware of the gaze of a particular guitarist. “Y/N don’t break anything or I’m subtracting it from your tab tonight.” You snickered skillfully mixing a Moscow Mule with a hint of aged liquor for a smokey aftertaste. Sitting across from you at the bar you found one of the guys gripping his drumsticks, zoning out completely with his lips turned in a frown. 
“Shot is on me.” His eyes widened as you pushed a shot of Walker Blue whiskey to him, it was pricy but you could see the anxiety practically seeping through his leather jacket and jeans. From the scuffed drumset to the tatty instruments you could perceive these were people taking a chance at a dream far from reality. With the amount of attention and visitors Sin City received it was one of the biggest hot spots in the city where locals and influential figures mingled. A chance here meant a chance in the real world, so you couldn’t blame the guy for being nervous. Well that on top of Yeonjun’s scowl he had as you handed him his drink, glancing back you sighed watching the platinum-haired male down the shot standing up with a small grin on his face. He needed it and you were happy to relay some of that stress off his shoulders.
“Who’s making the decision on what group is chosen?” Glancing to the other side of the room your brows furrowed as Yeonjun explained it would be the both of you to decide, you figured he wasn’t too fond of the idea hearing a small scoff escape his lips. “Why are we having a bar girl determine who makes it? She probably won’t even know who’s better anyways. Where’s the boss–” Yeonjun cut him off standing up in a fit of anger, gosh this was so stupid. 
Rolling your eyes you pulled on his sleeve making him plop down beside you again instantly.  You could see the annoyance filling his eyes, hell you were annoyed too, the last thing you wanted to do was listen to him screech a song when you could be out there making money. “And who are you?” crossing your arms over your chest you barely acknowledge how quiet the room got, both in anticipation of what was going to happen and slightly surprised at how calm you were. “My name is-”
“I don’t give a shit about your name I meant what band you’re from.” snapping you grabbed the clipboard beside you scribbling as he introduced himself and the band, of course it was Beast Men. 
“You’re dismissed.” You simply stated handing Yeonjun the clipboard back, his eyes catching the scratched-out name of the band. “We didn’t even get to perform yet that’s not fair!” he exclaimed making his way towards you as you stood from the couch. 
“I don’t need to see you performing to know you have no fucking respect towards women and your potential coworkers, we don’t need assholes crowding the place there’s enough of that already.” You berated pushing his figure away not appreciating the sudden aggression radiating off his actions. Feeling his cold hand pull your arm tightly you hissed in annoyance at his rings digging into your flesh, of course you had to be wearing a baby tee tonight. 
“Get your hands off me are you fucking crazy?” what the hell was his problem? Yanking out of his grip slightly alarmed you huffed feeling the sudden urge to run, the look in his eyes screamed anger; danger even and it was not normal. You weren’t sure if he was on something but if he wanted to, he was going to hurt you. Before he could grab you again a broad back covered your view as the scent of spice and wood once again filled your senses again. 
“Hey you okay?” slightly in shock you glanced at whoever was talking to you nodding slightly while looking at the slight bruise forming on your forearm. “God what the hell is wrong with him? Do you guys have a first-aid kit here? Jay take him outside.” 
Blinking, the figure before you turned glancing between the arm in his friend's grasp and your dazed eyes. His jaw instantly rolled surprising you slightly, it was sharp, and you were able to get a better look at the tattoo on the side of his neck before his back was once again in your view. “Follow me.” he grabbed his collar, pulling the deranged man out of the room despite the resisting and angry screams. “Sunghoon give me an ice cube quickly.” The platinum-haired male swiftly grabbed one from the bar tossing it over to him before rubbing the cold cube against the faint bruise with a smile. 
“Jay will give him a friendly pat down so don’t worry about it.” You overheard Sunghoon call his name earlier but couldn’t recall it. So his name was Jay.  He entered the room again with a slight scowl painting his features before mentioning that the other band should leave before they ended with the same fate. 
“Y/N are you okay? I can tell boss I let you off for the rest of the night with pay don’t worry about it.” Yeonjun huffed walking back shortly after kicking the other band out. “Yeah I’m fine, not the first time someone wanted to get physical.” You hissed wiping the water droplets off with a shake. You thanked Heeseung who introduced himself complimenting the lip piercing that twinkled when he smiled. 
Turning to look at Jay your eyes caught the splash of a dark stain on the bottom of his cargos, he noticed your disrupted gaze and assumed you were still slightly shaken up as he went to grab another cigarette near the bar. “So I guess this means we’re hired?” Jake asked wrapping an arm around Yeonjun who groaned. “Only by default, take this weekend's gig as your audition.” 
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“Dude I can’t believe we did it!” Jake exclaimed jumping onto Sunoo who yelled at him to hop off. “We won because that dumbass decided to jump a girl, we aren’t in the clear yet.” Jay reminded pushing his hair back with his fingers, reaching closer to the end of the hall the booming music hit him like waves of euphoria; the weed and shots from earlier were slowly intensifying with each bass he felt drumming through his body. He’s been here before, Sin City, it was an intriguing name, the endless crowds and depraved semblance made him understand the saying if you can’t be happy at least you can be drunk. 
He groaned catching the dark stain on his smokey cargos from earlier. The asshole had it coming to him, Jay could still replay the pathetic plead for help he let out before hitting one last blow to the jaw just outside of the club. “Let’s hit some shots then leave for the night yeah?” Sunghoon asked catching your figure back at the bar, a playful glint in your eyes greeting one of your regulars. Jay found you stupid, incredibly stupid. It was apparent the guy from before was on some serious shit and you decided to poke the lion with a stick, a sharp stick at that. 
“A couple of shots and a mimosa for mr grumpy over here please!” Jake exclaimed watching you smile with a nod, your eyes trailed from his thumb and realized who exactly mr grumpy was; it fit well. Lining up shot glasses in front of them, they watched in awe as you poured tequila into each glass in one go, twirling around to grab limes and salt for chasers knowing how strong the tequila was from experience. You noticed a frustrated man seated beside the group tapping the counter impatiently, 
“Hey I’ve been waiting for my drink! Where’s that girl?” You realized he was talking about the trainee that was currently struggling to mix a drink behind you, several drinks behind you noted. “What was it you asked for again?” You hummed sweetly one hand placed on the counter, relieved when you noticed his shoulders relaxing and a smirk lining his lips. Nodding you began preparing the drink in front of him, mixing and twirling bottles between your fingers before smiling sweetly as you pushed the drink to him.  
“Keep the tip for yourself pretty girl.” Nodding you grabbed the tab seeing triple digits written down that caused Sunoo to gasp after taking a peek. Winking at the dark-haired boy you turned around tapping the girl behind you. “He left you a pretty big tip! Keep up the good work.” You smiled watching her eyes brighten in excitement before taking more orders, all they needed was some confidence and it was like working with a new person. You didn’t have it the same way back then, it was hard when you first started, the club was undergoing changes and you weren’t making a sliver as much as you were now. No training, no reassurance, no mentor; all you had was youtube tutorials and a dream.
Jay simply watched as you walked around the bar, dancing between bodies as you attended orders with your sickening smile. You were a sick woman, your pretty silhouette he found sick and the sparkly navel piercing he noticed earlier that night twinkled slightly; absolutely sick. Your soothing voice and coy smile bubbled something inside him not knowing when you were being genuine and when you were faking it. 
It was fake most of the time from what he’s seen, but still so captivating, you knew what you were doing and it was working in your favor, he respected that. It was obvious you were serious about your job if the boss wanted your opinion next to Yeonjuns, the two of you seemed close, too close. Once the bar slowly emptied you made your way to the group of guys who were still laughing amongst each other enjoying the music and company. 
“I’m still missing my mimosa.” 
Throwing the rag under the counter your stare landed on Jay tapping on his empty shot glass, his gaze set on yours as you leaned your arms against the counter tilting towards him. “If you wanted a mimosa you should’ve just asked for a lollipop and some ice cream instead.” Jay snickered dropping his head slightly with a shake. “This how you want to treat someone who was practically your night and shining armor tonight hm?” You knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you— and you couldn’t help but bite back. You were like a fish taking the bait not knowing what was at the end of the line. 
Your eyes caught the small gleam from his brow piercing, the red light illuminating his skin like the devil himself; what was on the other line was right in front of you and it was dangerous. With a small grin, you pushed yourself off the counter grabbing an empty glass placing it before him, Jay watched as you pulled different bottles off the shelf swiftly aligning them beside one another. If his craft was music this was yours, pouring alcohol like it was potions with the uttermost confidence, perfectly creating the gates to mistakes by hand. 
“One Dark ‘n’ Stormy for my grumpy, on the house.” Your fingers slightly brushed his, pulling away while he watched you tend to other clubbers further down the bar not sparing him another glance. The dark rum was smokey n’ sweet on his tongue, a little like you and he wondered if you were as sweet as he was imagining. He couldn’t stop staring at the slight sheen of sweat trailing down your neck, working so very diligently with your lip pulled between your teeth. He was most definitely intoxicated but the mix of your touch still burning against his skin and the scent of amber that faintly tingled his senses as you leaned in pushed him past ecstasy from presence alone, so sweet, down to the touch. The drink was delicious as he expected, he only wished that wasn’t the only thing he was drowning in tonight. 
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Chucking your shoes against the wall you plopped down to the couch in a fit of exhaustion, fatigue taking over your senses the longer you lay still the sound of your wall clock tempting you into a dream. It was a little past three in the morning after another long shift at Sin City, you were glad the week was over but that only meant one thing, it was time for the weekend shift. Feeling your phone buzz you picked it up seeing an incoming call from Yeonjun, greeting him with a tired hello you chuckled hearing his familiar tone on the other line.
“You hit a new record tonight I heard.” Nodding to yourself you could recall the busy night by memory, each drink, each tab, and each time you had smiled politely to coquettish advances done by men you had no interest in entertaining. “I’m gonna need you to come in a little earlier tomorrow to show the band around, it’s their first performance so I need you to show them the ropes.” It’s been a couple of days since the so-called audition you haven’t had time to even process what even happened that night, from the altercation you almost got into and to Jay getting on your nerves the rest of your shift. 
Okay you lied, you did some research and found that the band had a surprising following behind them. It seems by luck you could only thank whatever all-mighty power you kicked the right band— thank god, the more you lurked through their followings you realized most of them were around your age and younger. You had a chance to listen to some of their music and it was a lot different than what you expected, you’ve always been a fan of songs that accentuated instruments and melodies but they had songs ranging from your typical punk rock to indie rock.
As you promised the next day you showed up an hour before opening, greeted by the laughter below the stage that was decorated with instruments labeled with the name of their band, Novocaine. 
“Y/N! Over here!” You made your way over to Sunoo who was greeting you with a smile that you happily returned, being a Saturday you knew tabs were going to be stacked tonight; so you always made sure to look extra good on weekends since those were the days you earned most of your weekly tips. “Are you ready for tonight?” You slightly smirked looking at the new set of drums and freshly polished bass and guitars. 
“The guys are a little nervous but I think we’ll do fine,” Heeseung reassured tugging on his lip ring as the others corrected him, claiming he was the most nervous out of all of them being the lead singer. Since noting the condition of their equipment last time meeting you asked Yeonjun if it was okay providing the guys new instruments, despite being hesitant you offered to take care of the cost from your own cut you earned the past week, and even then you still had a decent amount to take home so you didn’t mind. If Yeonjun was going to kick them out after tonight at least you could sleep well knowing it wasn’t because of their lack of resources. Guiding them backstage you watched as the guys ran in the open space, the sound of cars and people rumbling from outside the building fueling their energy.
“Oh sorry.” You softly apologized, your back colliding with someone before feeling rough fingers grab your waist instinctively. He could only watch as your eyes dilated, lashes fluttering lightly when you blinked out of the daze you were in. Stepping away quickly you joined Jake in peeping from behind the curtain viewing the whole stage, the view from here was quite intimidating you had to admit. The bar was closely near the stage, from here the dance floor seemed limitless, balconies lined the upper floor to the lounges and you could only assume once the lights dimmed and the colored beams filled the vicinity— space was just a concept soon forgotten. 
After showing them around the bouncers began to set up at the front before the doors opened, you knew it was going to be a busy night but that was the last thing they probably wanted to hear on top of the pressure they were already feeling. Amidst the chatting, you felt a presence beside you hovering over your shoulder slightly his cologne sparking the wires in your brain instantaneously. The sight of his nose and jaw immediately told you who it was, Jay.
“What are you doing..” You whispered feeling his thumb trace the dip of your back down your hip, the little grazes on your bare skin sent fire through your veins. Jay didn’t say anything and he didn’t have to, instead, you felt him slowly turn toward you dipping down slightly so you could feel the tip of his nose brush past your cheek barely, his calloused fingers playing with the belt of your skirt while his thumb rubbed your skin. 
“Y/N you look so good tonight.” his minty breath radiated off his whispers admiring the way your hair fell over your shoulders effortlessly. Turning to him, your cheek easily grazed the tip of his nose enough for him to pull back faintly allowing him to see your flustered expression. From here you saw a newly-inked tattoo peaking through his rather loose button-up. You could tell it was new since it was looking quite raw like a new tattoo would, the red ink contrasting his dark ones and the black unbuttoned shirt that accentuated his shoulders. 
“Don’t fucking joke with me right now.” Jay could see your eyes trembling softly, unsure if there was any truth behind his sudden confession, maybe he took things too far considering the fact it was just your second time seeing each other. “Are you blushing right now Y/N? That’s kinda gross no?” Stuttering slightly you whispered for him to fuck off; glancing between his cocky grin and the boys not minding you two any business. Hearing him scoff you did your best to ignore how his fingers were moving sensually from the belt of your skirt across your lower back, your sanity slipping the longer you allowed him to do what he wanted.
Humming at your warning he pulled away removing his hand reluctantly back beside him all while catching the new ring displayed in your navel piercing, his eyes trailing down admiring your figure. “I wasn’t lying.” Before you could refute, Yeonjun called for you near the bar wanting to have a brief team meeting before open hours. Narrowing a glare at Jay you pivoted away feeling your cheeks heat as the smell of spice and wood tickled your nose reminding you that you were embarrassed for what felt like the nth time since meeting him, it was starting to get ridiculous. 
Noting your tense shoulders Yeonjun caught Jay smirking as he watched you walk off, pulling out a joint roller for Jake to roll one up before opening hours. “You good?” Clearing your throat you nodded, trying to ignore the popping sensation in your chest when Yeonjun began explaining the plan for tonight. You weren’t paying attention, at all. In your own thoughts you weren’t sure what part of Jay was aggravating to you, the way he walked around acting as if he owned the place or the fact he was frustrating, frustrating you in more ways than you wanted to admit. 
Even now as Yeonjun was explaining how the crowd is expectantly larger tonight, you could practically feel his piercing stares behind your back. “If anything happens report to me or one of the bouncers, good luck tonight ladies and gents!” Squishing your cheek, Yeonjun chuckled feeling you push him away, glaring slightly at him leaning against the bar. “Did everything go well? They seem to be comfortable already.” 
“Yeah they seem a little anxious but I think they’ll be fine,” your eyes fluttered slowly finishing your sentence, you knew Yeonjun had big expectations of Novocaine and you only hoped they lived up to those expectations. The doors opened, and as anticipated, the club began filling with deprived individuals thirsting for that satisfaction of bliss and laxity. You weren’t sure how many tabs you have completed so far, thankfully the other girls at the bar aren’t dallying behind tonight which meant one less thing to worry about. Movement on the stage seemed to have caught the attention of those on the dance floor, not minding the crowd growing you caught the silhouette of a familiar smirk looking directly at you, that enticing gleam from his piercing catching your eye once again that night. 
“Oh my god the guitar player is so fucking hot I saw him in the hall earlier and he was asking for my number.” Your hand paused momentarily while wiping the counter as you overheard some of your co-workers talking amongst themselves since the bar rush had died down, everyone now crowding on the dance floor in anticipation of what was happening on stage. Scoffing to yourself you threw the rag under the counter catching Jay strumming the guitar while the rest positioned themselves with their instruments. 
Of course, what were you expecting really; the sudden burn of his touches turned to shivers the longer you lingered, hearing your co-workers go into detail about her little encounter. This was becoming a little too cliche, the last thing you wanted to be was the inspiration for his next writing session or much worst, a hit single. The lights dropped instantly, red-emitting from the LEDs behind the stage surprising everyone. Crossing your arms, you leaned against the counter watching as the main stage lights lit up momentarily.
“So we heard everyone could use a little help at Sin City,” Heeseung spoke, his voice smoothly echoing through the speakers and his expression throwing you in a loop from his usual smile and doe eyes. Turning to Jay, he smirked licking his lips as Jake began strumming a rhythmic melody causing the crowd to cheer in excitement and fascination. 
“We heard your wishes and came to answer them!” Immediately the drop of drums filled the club, a syncopated melody ringing your ears as you watched Sunghoon beat the drums in ways you’ve never seen before. His sleeveless tee accentuated his muscles the more he drummed without care, fast and deep beats radiating off his plays as the pitched notes from the keyboard and guitar began erupting the song. Heeseung was a singer, that man could sing. His expressions and charisma contrasting his usual enticed you, he was born a performer; they all were. Your eyes bulged watching them on stage, energy like you’ve never seen before. 
Jay, that fucker. He radiated this persona you didn’t see when he was off stage, he was wild, almost like he was holding back this energy when he’s off stage. Shamelessly rolling his eyes back feeling the music down to the bone his shoulders fronted with each stroke of his guitar, moving around the stage mindlessly as he sang along with Heeseung. You were going insane, insane at the fact they were actually this good and the way you couldn’t stop staring; at him. 
Jake joined Jay hyping the crowd all around, going as far as jumping down from the stage playing around with those near the front, and the crowd loved it. With sweat dripping down necks and temples you could see their passion and excitement, it showed purpose, immersing themselves in their performance and musicality; they were the performance. With the song coming to an end everyone made their way back to the stage, your body heating on instinct when Jay threw you a grin almost like he knew you were watching him, only him. 
Sunghoon’s soft cymbals mixed with Sunoo's light keyboard melody calmed the crowd from the high of the short-lived performance, with a heavy breath Heeseung smirked knowing the girls were going absolutely crazy. “We have a short set tonight but we’ll be here from now on!” He exclaimed grateful for the loud cheers as he nodded to the strums of the guitar taking off his leather jacket in the process; oh he was good. 
“Alright enough of that shit, I’m Heeseung and let me introduce you to my lovely band tonight.” motioning toward the guys who laughed, Heeseung was definitely cross-faded. “Our lovely drummer and keyboard Sunghoon and Sunoo,” He stepped aside allowing the crowd to acknowledge the backbone of the band. “And of course our greatest guitarists Jake and Jay!” Trailing across the stage you heard your coworker from earlier gush in admiration. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, walking around the bar since your shift was over and the last thing you wanted to hear was your her going into heat. That’s what you wanted to convince yourself.
Jay could feel the blood rushing through his veins intensifying with the echos of the drum and cheers, he knew it was a hell of a performance. From the reaction of the crowd to the volume of rallies this gig was secured in the bag without a doubt. He put on his best tonight with Yeonjun in mind to impress but also you, he wanted to impress you out of spite. He was aware you were watching him the whole time. He knew from your squeamish movements to the number of times you had to look away when you locked eyes with him. Much to his dislike, his sight caught your figure maneuvering through the crowd, the cocky grin he had on his face disappearing as a frown formed watching your figure disappear into the halls. 
“Thank you everyone we’ll see you next time! Make sure to hit the bar for a drink before coming back out to the floor!” Heeseung exclaimed watching Jay pull out the aux cord from his guitar in irritation. No matter what he did or focused on he always managed to find you somewhere inbetween– it was plaguing his thoughts.
“You guys did great! How do you feel?” Yeonjun asked the moment they hopped backstage, with a slight nod Jay couldn’t help but glance around, wondering if he’d see your sweet smile greeting them the same way you did earlier that night. Maybe you’d tell them they did a good job, like good boys. “The crowd was amazing! Also thank you so much for the new equipment it sounds so much better than the ones we had!” Jake exclaimed slightly jumping from the adrenaline spreading through his body. 
“Yeah Y/N made a good choice convincing me! I gotta add the cost back to her weekly pay— I don’t know why I allowed her to cover the cost.” Hearing your name Jay immediately perked up expecting to see you but not expecting the new information at hand. Scoffing he watched his friends flatter your name like a savior, why the hell would you do any of this on your own? His friends were gullible.
“Y/N paid for it herself? That’s so expensive please pay her back!” Sunghoon exclaimed eyes widening while wiping the sweat from his neck. “Yes I know I know, don’t worry it didn’t make a dent in her pay last week she worked almost every day, gotta convince her to take off soon.” 
He reassured they were free to perform whatever they wanted as long as it was within their set time before excusing himself to tend to other matters. “Alright boys you all can do whatever we’ll meet up later, call?” Heeseung spoke looking to see everyone already wandering off on their own; he was talking to himself again.
Immediately leaving Jay found himself walking toward the halls he saw you disappear to, unaware of why he was in the first place. What he wasn’t expecting was to find you leaning against the marble wall, head tilted toward the fluorescent bulb with a blunt between your lips. Your tired eyes half shut as a puff of smoke engulfed you, like a beautiful painting.
“You smoke?” the arm you had around your waist tightened on instinct pulling the blunt between your fingers after feeling someone hover above you. Jay could only watch as you opened your eyes, the pink tint of your scleras unwilling had the corners of his lip pulling up in a smirk. Sensing your distress he leaned against the other side parallel to you, his shoes touching yours as he watched you huff another smoke. 
“Not at all.”  
“Enjoy the performance?” You scoffed at his inquiry tilting to look him directly in the eye, what a stupid question, and by the smug look on his face he already knew the answer anyways. “What does it matter if I did or didn’t? You don’t need to know either way.” You snapped leaning further into the wall upon seeing him push himself up hovering above you again. Gulping you felt his fingers trace the bare of your thigh tickling every inch he grazed making his way up your arm then close to your neck. 
You could only stare feeling flutters over your nape, slowly placing his palm against the wall trapping you before him. “Well it’s not like I didn’t see you staring at me the whole time-” he whispered huffing in amusement when you quickly denied his revelation. “Then what is it that you want me to say hmm? What is it that I need to know?” he challenged watching how you were avoiding his eyes, head turned towards the end of the hall while his leg brushed between yours; you were florid absolutely crimson. Looking towards him you watched as he pulled the blunt from your fingers, placing it between his lips as he took a long huff never breaking the gaze you two shared, an indirect kiss. 
Before you could detest your attention caught his name that was called from down the hall, “Jay! Hi I was looking for you earlier after your performance.” It was your coworker, confusion on her face upon seeing the guitarist she was utterly infatuated with so close he could lean in and someone could assume the two of you were doing more than just talking. Clenching the palm that was against the wall he felt your glare on him; this was awkward, pulling away with the blunt still between his lips he cursed at the timing. 
Savoring the taste of your lipgloss that was on the rolling paper he watched you stand straightly, giving the girl down the hall a look he knew all too well, you can have him. Scoffing you snatched the blunt away dropping it to the floor and crushing it with your heel, 
“What you need to know? You should know I want you to leave me the fuck alone.” Pushing him away harshly you walked off, seething with annoyance as you passed the girl who was expectantly standing there with this stupid expression on her face. 
“Fuck.” watching your back disappear deeper into the abyss of the crowd Jay couldn’t help but feel frustrated, the blunt shared between you two now on the ground trying his best to ignore the girl whom he spoke to earlier calling his name. He couldn’t figure you out, why did you go out of your way to help the band from your own pockets? You were willing helping since you had something you wanted right? Was it not him that you wanted? Maybe it was Heeseung instead. 
With his experience, he assumed you were interested in him and wanted something more than what you were showing; maybe you were a little shy he didn’t know. He didn’t mind you were a sight for sore eyes that he wouldn’t pass up on entertaining.
From the first impression he had on you to your act of kindness to Sunghoon, he found it odd, you were like an open book he couldn’t read. Maybe he was wrong, wrong about you playing innocent and stupid to get what you wanted; you were just innocent and stupid by nature.
Over the next couple of weeks, you did your best to ignore Jay’s disruptive behavior and chatty remarks. It was just his way of messing around to get a reaction from you and it was probably amusing to him. He did find it amusing, your furrowed brows and cunning smirk when you would bite back, a little too amusing from his friends perspective. You weren’t sure what you were coming down with, but the fatigue and on-and-off fever you’d been experiencing was taking a toll on your body. 
“Y/N we can handle it from here just go home and rest!” You weren’t sure how to feel, like a proud mother watching her trainee babies stand on their own or like absolute shit since that was how you were truly felt. “Are you sure I can pull through the night I just need to sit down for a bit…” Frowning slightly you watched them all nod in reassurance ushering you out of the bar. 
“Come back when you feel better we’ll let Yeonjun know you left early!” You weren’t even able to refute their denies and the next you knew you found yourself standing outside in the back where all employees enter and leave.
“I didn’t know your shift ended this early.” Everything around you suddenly turned ice cold, that voice, that fucking voice you never wanted to hear again echoed through the empty alleyway as you tensed. Someone you haven’t heard from in months, months you were free and he was back again. “What are you doing here Kihyun.” You huffed gripping your bag, hiding the fact you were completely thrown off guard at his sudden appearance after your break up. 
You wouldn’t even call it a break up the two of you were more strangers with benefits, him benefiting more than you were until he called it off claiming you weren’t responsive enough for him; you didn’t like him. Aside from the issue he was too physical with you, there were no redeeming qualities about him other than the fact he was an acquaintance of Yeonjun. 
Well he was until you told your friend about the terrible six months you experienced, it’s been almost a year since then. You knew of his ingenuity since the beginning, using you for an easy cash grab knowing you couldn’t say no, that’s why you never blamed yourself for never leaving. You wanted the company and support that ultimately was never given to you. “What I can’t come to visit my pretty little ex?” 
His words crawled on your skin like goosebumps watching as he took steps towards you. He looked different, almost unrecognizable and you knew it was the result of him being on something he had no business using in the first place. “I don’t want to talk to you not now not ever so please stop, I’m leaving.” You shook your head deciding it was best not to engage any further taking a step past him.
The times he contact you via phone sparsely ended with you blocking him completely, all you wanted was to end that chapter of your life and you figured he would want it to considering he left first. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Pulling you harshly by the arm you refrained from yelping, your feet stumbling faster than your thoughts as you were being pinned against the wall. His words stung more than the pain you felt from the brick wall digging into your back, trying your best to pull your arm out of his grasp only causing him to grip you tighter. “What the hell do you want Kihyun, we have no reason to be meeting this long since things ended. Just fucking let me go–” 
“Oh sorry I didn’t know I was interrupting something.” your voice cut off quietly feeling the grip on your wrist loosen. Catching your breath you acknowledged a very unamused Jay looking between you and Kihyun, a cigarette between his lips as he flicked his lighter. Your frown grew the longer you realized the situation you were in, you just wanted to go home— not be a part of some damsel and distress drama you’ve seen on TV. “And who the hell are you?” Kihyun asked his brow raised turning completely towards Jay playing with his zippo lighter. “I’m her new boyfriend–” 
“I don’t know him either, now get the fuck off me.” You hissed shoving your shoulder against Kihyun making him to stumble back in shock, god this was so irritating you knew Jay was trying to help you but you didn’t want it; you didn’t need it. You knew Kihyun only came crawling back when he needed something and you no longer wanted to give him the time and day you did back then.
Walking past Jay you heard him snicker a laugh, Kihyun calling your name pathetically understanding you weren’t going to hear him out anymore after this. Making your way to your apartment you checked your phone to see missed calls from Yeonjun and some of your coworkers, it was too damn late for this nonsense all you wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. “Can you stop following me?” You groaned pivoting abruptly to see Jay pausing behind you, wide eyes as he took in your puffed-out cheeks and frown. 
When you received no reply you vocally let out a frustrated sigh walking again a little faster this time hoping Jay would just give up and leave. He wasn’t leaving, and the closer you approached your building the more anxious you turned.  “Don’t you have a set to perform? Or someone else to bother?” You stopped again watching his lips turn up in a grin. 
“Nope just you.” Scorning you continued walking in defeat, not noticing that he was now beside you slowing his pace to match yours. “This is what? My second time being your knight and shining armor now?” You knew he was joking but it was like your eyes rolled automatically at everything he said, unironically. The two of you strolled through the night in silence before reaching your building, whispering a thank you, you made your way up to the door before hearing him call out your name. 
“To answer your question Yeonjun asked me to walk you home so don’t take it the wrong way.” 
“Fucking asshole…” whispering you watched him walk off  but at this point, you didn’t care, absolutely exhausted from the events that played out tonight and whatever was taking a toll on your body. After nice long hot shower you found yourself laying in bed feeling the brute of your sickness finally hitting its full potential. Pulling out your phone you sent Yeonjun a text asking for a couple of days off knowing you weren’t getting better anytime soon, a sharp pain in your shoulder causing you to pause. Hissing you turned to your side trying your best to not irritate the scrape you got from Kihyun earlier against the wall. All you wanted was to get over whatever this was quickly to get back to work.
“Hello?” You greeted sighing as you heard Yeonjun greet you on the other line. “Yeah I got home safely why?” Sitting up you glanced at the clock on your wall reading three in the morning, 
“I thought Jay was lying when he said he was going to walk you home. I figured he lied to go do something on his own.” He laughed your brows furrowing recalling what Jay told you earlier. Why the hell would he lie about Yeonjun asking him to walk you home? Unless?
“Yeah well he did, unfortunately…” Biting your lip you could only listen to Yeonjun explain how their set had to be pushed back an hour because of his disappearance, no one minded the delay but you did, it bothered you. Rubbing your hand against the duvet you only hummed in acknowledgment at Yeonjun bidding you goodbye, reassuring you it was fine to take off. 
You were confused, Jay was just confusing to you. When you first met him you could only recall the bad impression he left on you mixed with the fact he was hitting on your coworker while simultaneously making advances on you. He looked like a man who got around easily, so why put this much effort into someone who made it clear you wanted no part in his funny business? With your head pounding in pain you discarded all thoughts, the snugness of your blanket and from deep within your heart keeping you warm that night. 
Who would’ve thought.
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You weren’t sure how long you’d been rotting in bed, two days? Maybe close to four? You weren’t feeling as terrible compared to the first day you were able to completely rest but you were far from being perfectly fine again. All you knew was you planned to head back to work tomorrow night if you could. The humidifier in your room was slowly running dry but with no energy to get up your eyes grew heavier with each second, the medication from earlier hitting like waves of somnolence. 
You just wanted to get better quickly, due dates were closing in and money was tight right now considering you just paid for tuition on top of the loans put on your name by force. Feeling flutters against your forehead you turned in your bed to the other side, the cool air hitting your exposed back from the shirt you wore riding up. 
A sudden sensation of cold gel on your back sent electricity down your spine waking you up instantly yelping in horror not believing your eyes. “Jay what the fuck? What are you doing here?” Mouth agape you blinked trying your best to process how, why, and if he was actually here in your apartment, maybe you were hallucinating from the medication. 
“Turn around.” He bluntly replied. Looking down he caught the skin of your collarbones, exposed from the neck of the t-shirt you wore being overstretched coughing slightly with wavering eyes. Your slightly messy hair and confused expression caused him to snicker cleaning up the mess he made from tending the scrape on your back. That day when he noticed you were missing from the bar your coworkers informed him you just left after not feeling well. He wouldn’t say he cared but he wouldn’t claim he didn’t. Before and after performances he’d notice you pausing to catch your breath, expression paling days leading to your excused absence he knew wasn’t normal. 
Wanting to take a smoke outside what he wasn’t expecting was to find you arguing with a man who had no business being around you, you were too good for him anyone could see that. Annoyance? Disgust? Jealously? He wasn’t sure what the bubbling sensation was in the pit of his stomach, all he knew was he didn’t like it. A quick text to Heeseung and he found himself following you home, making sure that weirdo you called Kihyun didn’t follow you like a damn rodent.
When a day turned to a couple, the curiosity of how severely sick you were trailed his thoughts. “Fuck I was supposed to go visit Y/N today even though she didn’t want me to...”Yeonjun cursed as they stood in front of the stage, gauging the damaged speakers that stopped working the hour before opening. Their set was canceled and Yeonjun was called by boss to take care of other matters away from the club. 
“I miss Y/N I hope it’s nothing serious,” Sunoo frowned alarmed, Jay could only watch his members talk about you like a friend. Maybe he was missing something but he just never saw you as a friend, a colleague acquaintance at best. You didn’t seem that sick when he left you in front of your building that day, maybe you were taking a few extra days off.
“I can go visit her I know where she lives.” this might be a big mistake, a terrible one at that. But the relief sigh coming from Yeonjun made him think otherwise— of course after the threat that if something happened to you under his care, Yeonjun wasn’t going to be the only one after him. Upon punching in your apartment code (that Yeonjun gratefully shared) he entered your flat expecting one thing and to his surprise, he saw another. 
It was dark, the only light emitting from your bedroom that was wide open, calling out your name he heard no response after placing his bag on the floor. Turning the living room lamp on he paced around noting the minimal effort you put into decorating the place. No photos or proof of your life outside of what he already knew; it was like you were a mystery. 
Walking carefully into your room, the sight of your soft breathing under the covers relieved him. The bottles of medication on your nightstand answered his question perfectly, you were fucking going through it. After more unresponsive calls of your name Jay could only sigh, pulling a seat he snatched from your living room beside your bed quietly. His fingers absentmindedly reached out brushing away the loose strands of hair falling in front of your face, you seemed to be enjoying your time off thankfully. 
Clinging to your duvet covers he watched as your eyes fluttered lightly from his voice calling your name. His smile however faded the moment you turned around, your bare back showing the healing scrapes running from your shoulder blades to the mid of your back. Cursing to himself Jay couldn’t understand you at all, why won’t you say anything, ask for fucking help, anything at all. 
If he hadn’t shown up that day what would have happened between you and Kihyun? He didn’t want to think about it— at all. He was confident you were able to defend yourself vocally but physically there was only so much you could do, especially in your current condition. Upon returning from the convenience store Jay noticed an older lady locking her door a couple of doors down from your apartment, “Oh are you visiting Y/N?” she asked a warm smile on her face, Jay nodded watching her smile brighten as she clapped. 
“Y/N doesn’t have many visitors?” He questioned carefully watching the lady shake her head with scorn. “Not at all I’ve never seen anyone! Poor girl is always working so I try my best to make her eat before leaving.” The conversation replayed over and over again as he made way back to your room, carefully dabbing on ointment he was surprised you haven’t woken up yet, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. 
Even now watching you process his presence he sneered noting the pile of books on your desk. “You go to school?” he assumed you were too busy with work to even attend uni considering the fact you never called off.
“I try to…”You whispered finally, bringing a hand up to cover your forehead. “Come out and eat so you can take the medicine I got you.” He softly spoke guiding you to the living room with his hand on your shoulder. 
“Did Yeonjun send you again this time?” You scoffed sarcastically recalling the lie he told you last time. “Actually this time yes, but he had things to do so I volunteered.” he shrugged your unusual stare on him going unnoticed, flattering slightly at his nonchalant tone while he made his way around your kitchen preparing the porridge he bought earlier. Eating quietly Jay admired how you savor the warm soup, eyes slightly closing with your cheeks pinking from the excessive heat of the broth; unaware it was also from his attentive stare on you. Helping you hold your hair back you couldn’t help but pink hearing him scold you for not eating before taking medicine, it felt unfamiliar.
“How’d you even get this sick your parents not visit you or something?” He asked taking the bowl away from you once you finished. Expecting a snappy response his eyes trailed to you quietly, your gaze to the floor palming your sweats softly with a blank expression. 
“My parents are dead.” 
Obviously taken aback by your response he handed you a pill and a cup of water that you took with ease, “Don’t pity me I’m fine.” You sighed watching his eyes fight with his thoughts not knowing what to say. Sitting beside you he sighed rubbing his face with his palms as you leaned back, feeling the AC cool against your cheeks from the vent above. 
“It might not be the same thing but my parents basically disowned me when I said I wanted to quit school to be in a band.” He snickered hearing you sniffle a laugh quietly. “Yeah they weren’t too hot about their only son quitting business school to sing-– living my dream.” he sighed pushing further into the couch looking over to you staring at him, eyes looking at him like you were trying to read him. 
He couldn’t lie, it was hard at first with no where to turn to he was grateful to Heeseung in more ways than one. It’s been a while since he’s contacted his parents but if they weren’t willing to understand him then he had no problem cutting them from his life. When he tried to reconnect with them it always resulted in another guilt tripping conversation dogging on his morals and values, he knew enough was enough.
He’s always done what they wanted him to do, the numerous stressful courses and their never ending expectations drove him mad. Not once have they ever considered what he wanted.
“But you’re happy, right?” you asked sincerely, he nodded taking in your softly illuminating features from the dim lighting, he’s always found you beautiful he could never deny that. Something about you made him feel at ease, like you understood what he wanted to say, what he felt without having to ask. 
“Are you happy?” He turned the question to you, observing your eyes wavering slightly as you nodded— you were lying he knew that. 
“Y/N be honest.” You weren’t saying anything but he knew from your silent hum and tired eyes you were anything but happy. “Jay I can’t really be happy when I have debt to pay off that was never mine to begin with.” You chuckled softly playing with the pillow beside you on the couch. Feeling his gaze you knew he was confused at your sudden confession but respected your space if you didn’t want to continue. 
“It’s fine I don’t want to trauma dump you.” exhaling you shook your head trying your best to change the topic.
“I want to listen Y/N.” Surprised your eyes found his, watching you intently with his head leaned back just like you, the shadows of his features enticing your attention with ease. 
“I’ll listen don’t worry.” Jay wasn’t sure what to expect meeting you, especially not a pretty girl with baggage to sort out but he didn’t care. Seeing you here in your own home compared to when you were at work was a contrast even you couldn’t grasp sometimes, Jay was just learning to like both.
“You could say I work with what I’m comfortable with,” Your eyes once again finding the ceiling fan. “They died in a car crash, mom was an alcoholic and my dad was a compulsive gambler.” You chuckled in disbelief, sometimes you wondered what the hell did you do in your past life to end up with such luck. “She was drunk and he went to go pick her up after gambling off the last of their savings. I guess they got in a fight and he swerved off the road since it was raining.” Your parents always fought, even over the little things from money to who took you to school in the morning. 
It was exhausting, there were days when you wished it was you who left instead of them. Why were you left with the burden and consequences of choices you never made? You hated it, hated them. 
“I’m sorry Y/N.” you heard him whisper, shaking your head you sighed. 
“Don’t be they deserved it in a way.” it was true, even though you had some happy memories it never overshadow the shitty childhood you had because of them.
“No, I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that on your own.” he clarified. Jay was beyond repulsed, even if his parents weren’t supportive of his decisions, under their care he never had to worry once. Your acts of kindness confused him even more now, how after everything you still had that sliver of kindness in you to help others when no one ever helped you. Watching your glossy eyes looking up he knew this was a lot for you to talk about, the grip you had on the pillow told him you haven’t talked about this enough to move on— to heal. You were being vulnerable and he realized then there was nothing to be confused over, it was just who you are, a good person who just went through too much. 
“Do you have dreams Y/N? Aspirations you want to reach?” 
You scoffed slightly feeling comforted by his presence and warmth beside you, the question made you uncomfortable, not because it was a bad question but because you knew your response was something he probably didn’t want to hear. 
“I wanted to learn how to play the piano when I was younger. I attended a couple of classes until we had no money left I had to quit.” Shaking your head recalling the short-lived happiness you remembered. 
“That’s okay Sunoo can teach you how to play.” You chuckled hearing his proposition, it was sweet, you never expected to talk about the personal aspects of your life with anyone, not even your closest friends. Maybe you’ve always wanted to you just never found the right person to do it with. If you were being honest you had a lot of dreams as a kid but growing up you realized they were called dreams for a reason. 
“I had dreams, until I realized they were just echoes of empty hopes and hallucinations.” why were they called dreams— where things were so far from reality you had to wish to achieve them. You always said how ‘you could if you wanted’ was much worse than ‘what ifs’, because life doesn’t work like that. Wishful thinking was always better than having false possibilities. Nothing felt possible to you so maybe you were just being pessimistic; but was it really pessimism if that was always your optimism?
“That’s why you just make new ones.” Grabbing your hand softly Jay felt for you, you didn’t want this life you were simply just living it. From seeing the stack of work and books on your desk to your longing gaze talking about past aspirations he knew you wanted more— deserved more. Although he was far from where he wanted to be his only motivation to keep going were his aspirations, so that made him worry, if you had no dreams what was keeping you going? Feeling your hand grip his back; eyes glossy looking over at his, he couldn’t help but realize something he denied to himself since meeting you. 
When two fairly broken people meet, looking for love has never been an option or choice. You learn to take what’s presented to you how it is and be grateful for it. When two broken people learn that love wasn’t a game, they realized you can lose it at any time— to anything which is why their love was fragile, cherished.
When two broken people meet they understand the wars that left them this way weren’t from their faults, they understood that life was fragile– you make the most out of your own with what you got. But most of all, it was these two broken individuals who knew how important it was to be kind because kindness was something they only ever asked for.
“We’ll make new ones together, I promise.” 
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After visiting you that day Jay concluded two things, one–- you were not ready to go back to work at all. And two— he realized every bad assumption he made about you should’ve stayed assumptions, they were not true even if he tried to convince himself. Over the next couple of days, Jay has been visiting you making sure your condition was returning back to normal, much to your dislike; not because you no longer wanted him to leave you alone but because you were afraid it was becoming the one thing you were looking forward to everyday. From his smooth voice calling your name every time he arrived at your apartment to the late-night conversations and debates the two of you shared, it was becoming like a routine. 
Even on the days he missed performing sets, he reasoned it by saying Jake didn’t mind doing solos, yeah right. Currently in the kitchen, you were cleaning up a late-night snack the two of you had, with Jay coming from Sin City his hair was all messy and eyes were colored dark with some eyeliner.  You snickered turning to watch him look aimlessly at the countertop after a nice meal— he was tired. 
“You look like a baby panda come here.” You softly spoke, dampening a clean small towel stepping beside his seat. He turned sticking his face out for you to whip clean and you giggled, the more time you spent with Jay you realized he had a cute side to him. Clinging for attention without having to say much his eyes did all the talking, he was very expressive with them. When you called him out for having too much eye contact during conversations he shrugged claiming it was just how he liked to listen. 
Carefully wiping beside his piercing your heart skipped feeling him wrap his arms around your hip, leisurely closing his eyes with a sigh nudging your body  between his legs. 
That was another thing the two of you were getting used to, the sudden change in whatever it was you two had. When soft touches turned into hand-holding turned into cuddling on the couch, you knew this was complicated. Jay stated this before but he’s never viewed you as a friend, realizing it wasn’t because you weren’t compatible but because he concluded wasn’t that’s all he could see you as. He liked you, he concluded this the other day when you were cleaning off his eye makeup— similar to what you were doing now. Your intent gaze worked hard, gently holding his cheek with your lips pursed slightly, all pretty and pink like you were testing his patience. Always asking him about his day and welcoming him with open arms in your own home without faze. 
You took care of him when he was the one that was supposed to be taking care of you, another case where he could see your soft-hearted personality for himself. Even watching you study, your brows knit in frustration when you went over a topic you weren’t sure about and he was just beyond astonished; he couldn’t stop staring at you. You were a strong girl he wondered how you were able to come this far with a neutral mindset, yeah he’s been through shit but never as much as you did. 
“What are you thinking about?” Your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts, opening his eyes he peered up to see you looking down at him– your arms around his neck after successfully cleaning off the mess on his face. “You.” He snickered watching you roll your eyes removing your hold around him. Walking over to the couch your eyes landed on the case leaning against the wall, decorated in different stickers and his initials in gold. 
“Wanna learn how to play?” His question threw you off guard, staring, you watched him stand from his seat grabbing the guitar case before plopping down beside you. The smell of leather caught your sense watching him pull out the shiny black guitar from inside. Your eyes were practically glowing watching him strum light notes, his gaze softly watching yours before handing over the guitar. Carefully positioning it over your lap your fingers felt the smooth surface of the instrument, this was Jay’s most prized possession. “You wanna hold it like this,” he whispered helping you reposition the large instrument in your small hold. After a few more grazes on the guitar, Jay noticed your unusually quiet expression.  
Slightly nudging you with a hum he smiled hearing you chuckle quietly shaking your head as a sense of nostalgia overtook you. “It’s nothing…my dad was into rock music so I remember him playing the guitar sometimes.” lips pulled in a tight grin you nodded softly strumming a melody you could recall from the back of your head, even if some notes were slightly strained or incorrect it felt familiar. 
“Why is your band named Novocaine?” you asked, unable to turn to him after talking about your dad. “Well all the guys when we were younger used to play our respective instruments as a hobby, a way to escape responsibilities and our normal lives. I never had friends who had similar hobbies that I had so when I met them it was like destiny.” He laughed recalling the first time everyone met at a local skate park as teenagers. 
“So I guess it felt like a drug every time we played together, I can’t believe the memories and milestones we’ve achieved together, not only do I have fun when I’m with them but they also feel like home— my home. It was a way to numb out the bad parts of our lives when we came together, like the drug novocaine.” With an adoring smile, you nodded hearing him talk about the guys with love and gratitude, you were glad he had people to rely on since his parents were no longer filling that role for him in his life. In a way you related to him, Yeonjun was a friend you relied on for many things when you first pushed yourself out there a couple years back. 
You looked over at Jay in question when he moved to the carpet, surprised when you felt him pull you to the floor with him to sit between his legs wrapping his arms around you while playing with your fingers on the guitar,“Let me show you how to play one of our songs,” He smiled relieved when you nodded excitedly. After a few attempts on your own, you were finally able to play the intro to one of the songs you recalled them performing. 
“You know you could replace Jake I think you’re better than him.” You heard him say, absolutely in disbelief, you laughed feeling his chuckle vibrate through your back. “What are you talking about?” You grinned turning slightly to look at him after feeling his lips press a peck on your shoulder. 
Weeks ago you would have never thought your heart would be pounding as much as it was now, looking at Jay and feeling his breath on your lips his eyes hooded looking down at you. You’d be absolutely insane to deny you weren’t attracted to him, you in denial all this time as an attempt to protect your heart, you knew that. Even now looking at him you weren’t sure if you were allowed to feel this way— it felt wrong. Too good to be true you would call it. 
The small scar running down his bottom lip to his sharp features you noticed the first night meeting him, he was once again taking your breath away with ease. But you were insecure, why would he involve himself with someone who had so much shit to deal with, so much shit you delt with. You felt like you were being enticed to succumb to something you had no right indulging in.
“Jay?” whispering you watched him trail over your face, lips parted slightly taking in each detail as if this was the last time he’d see you ever again. His eyes screamed the one thing you wish you could say, I want you— all of you. Every glance was a conversation with him, even in the loud silence with so much warmth his eyes told you everything. You were too busy admiring his presence you didn’t notice that he had already removed the guitar from your grasp, setting it to the side before he slide his hand around your stomach humming in response with his nose buried in your hair– your scent engulfing him like a drug, it was intoxicating. 
“Jay kiss me.” 
Breathlessly Jay could only huff in disbelief, you were fucking crazy— driving him crazy. Your dazed eyes mixed with the yearning in your voice were all worth it. Feeling your soft lips on his he groaned, hands roaming over you as you turned to kneel on your knees, hovering above him with your arms once again around his neck. You wondered the reason for your denial all this time, the intrusive thoughts you had when you saw him at work to the disappointment you felt that night one of your coworkers interrupted you. It wasn’t a mistake what you truly felt, it was desired inclination, you wanted him knowing there was a chance he didn’t want you back. It was better to ignore those feelings than to get indulge and get hurt. 
The purposeful touches and words shared between you two over the days were filled with yearning and devotion. You two were just too dumb to acknowledge it. 
Even now the sound of your hum when he felt your lips pecking the tattoo along his neck was enough for him to pull you closer, hands running on your lower back to feel you against him despite how close you already were. He’s never felt this way before, the heat of your touch and the warmth of your fingers running through his locks was something he never knew he needed— he craved. The only thing keeping him sane was the bumps of your nose against his, lips latching onto his after slightly pulling away to catch your breath. Jay was relentless; his rough touches on your bare thighs to his thumb rubbing your jaw to deepen the kiss, you could feel yourself wanting more the longer things escalated.
“Jay–” whining you felt him kiss along the center of your neck before leaving open kisses on your lips, a small smirk playing his face as he teased you. Your wet lips were pulled between your teeth in a desperate attempt to cover up the small sounds of desire escaping from within you. Taking the chance to slip his tongue between your lips he deepened the kiss, his mind was running on overdrive from the fact this was actually happening. What he’s been wanting to do for so long was no longer a fragment of his imagination. 
“Y/N.” He paused, rubbing your bare skin with his thumb in order to collect his thoughts.
“I like you– alot.” he confessed, your eyes widening as you felt him tense under you. He was asking for you to consider him. Jay knew you had a lot of emotional trauma, what was stronger than a heart that’s been broken over and over again yet still lives? You. No rush and no pressure, Jay just wanted what was best for you and you couldn’t do anything but secretly thank him, eyes pooling in solace the more you stared at him. You were an unexpected surprise in more aspects than one, his defining moment since leaving his long-known comfort to pursue what he wanted. It was like the collision of illusions and desires was slamming into him with each passing moment with you. It’s all you and now there was no looking back. He wasn’t planning to.
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Returning to work was a lot better than you had expected, aside from the fact the money was good you no longer had to walk around miserable at the sight of Jay anymore. With big warm hugs and comforted comments for your recovery, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this welcomed. The days leading to your return the guys took it upon themselves to come visit you much to Jay’s dissent bringing over food and movies to watch together. Aside from Yeonjun and Jay no one else has come to visit you, they could only hope you wouldn’t mind if they kept coming from now on.
“Y/N I’m so happy you’re back! Can’t believe that cold kept you away for over two weeks…” Heeseung hissed fixing your hair that was out of place, nodding you explained it was severe since you had a mix of the cold and a stomach virus, thanking him for fixing your hair. As he reached to tuck the other side a hand grabbed his wrist stopping him immediately. 
Heeseung snickered, his lip ring shining under the red light before walking away with his hands up in defeat. “Are you sure you’re feeling better?” Facing Jay you nodded smiling as he fixed your hair the way he liked it.
“I’m feeling much better Jay thank you so much.” You sighed feeling his fingers graze the back of your neck, a grin playing on his pretty lips as he walked away. It’s been a couple of days since his confession and you have yet to give him a proper answer, it wasn’t that you weren’t sure of your feelings— it was you weren’t sure of his. 
The two of you were very fucked up people healing at different paces, the last thing you wanted was to hold him back much less you didn’t want someone who was with you out of pity. There was a reason why you never told Yeonjun about your parents, you didn’t want this job and his kindness out of pity. It would’ve felt more like a slap in the face than a favor. You didn’t want your parent’s mistreatment and bad decisions to be justified when good things came from pity.
“One Whiskey Sour here!” the fast pace environment kept you on your toes– long hour shifts felt like one and the ambiance of the club and the tabs that pilled after one round was something you missed. “Haven’t seen you around recently it’s good to see you again!” One of the men you recognized grinned handing you a tab with an extra surprise for your absence. 
“It’s good to be back enjoy!” You winked a hand coming behind your back in surprise. “Y/N someone is here asking for one of the band members I have no idea what she’s saying but she’s making a ruckus!” Of course, you knew the band had grown in popularity quickly since the three months they’ve been actively performing. You weren’t surprised fan girls or much worse came around asking for the boys.
Stepping into the familiar hall your eyes caught a girl on her phone, her expression telling you what you needed to know— she was pissed. 
“Hi how can I help you?” You greeted softly noting the annoyance in her eyes taking in your outfit, wow you didn’t think you looked bad today if anything you felt great, looked great even! 
“Who the fuck are you?” Her pitched voice rang in your ear, with a tense jaw you simply smiled at her— your usual fake one of course, “Yeonjun isn’t here to help with what you need so I’m next in line.” You sternly spoke, her shifty stance telling you she was thrown off guard. 
“Well I’m here for Jay.” she sighed pulling out a crumbled-up piece of paper with a number on it, your smile slowly faded confirming it was indeed his handwriting. From the little post-it notes he left around when leaving in the morning you could make out his distinctive ‘y’ from his written name.
“He gave me his new number last time but I think it’s the wrong one he hasn’t been answering.” This girl couldn’t be any more clueless, a small scoff escaped your lips prompting an uneasy one to leave hers. Too good to be true was a real thing, honestly you wished a door leading to fucking Narnia appeared before you, wanting to disappear forever if you could from being embarrassed in front of someone who didn’t know about your shared soft kisses and late-night talks in bed— your bed. Old habits die-hard you guessed. 
Grabbing the paper from her fingers your head turned towards the crowded club, trying to find any distraction to convince yourself it wasn’t your fault for trusting someone so easily; again.  
“I’ll make sure to rely the message.” You made your way out of the hall, leaving her there confused directly going backstage where you knew they were setting up to perform. 
“Y/N hi-–” pushing past Jake you made your way to Jay who had a blunt between his lips, eyes lighting up upon seeing your approaching figure. “Your friend came looking for you, I think you accidentally gave her the wrong number.” Flicking the paper in his face he stood there in shock, the smoke from the roll steading telling you his breathing stopped for a second. 
“You should’ve just left me alone.” you bluntly stated, aware that the guys were trying their best not to interrupt but the sudden change in mood was alarming, watching your hands fidget beside you. “Y/N I’m not going to have this fucking ridiculous conversation with you right now.” a hand running through his gel hair before over his lids. 
Scoffing you snatched the blunt from his lips throwing it to the ground and slamming your foot harshly onto the floor crushing the blunt along with the last ounce of patience you had with him. “If you’re going to be an asshole and use me as some type of emotional fulfiller then you should’ve just left me alone.” His eyes bulged not believing the accusations you were throwing at him suddenly, 
“Where are you even getting this from? I already told you I wanted to start something with you, to be with you, and haven’t even bothered to acknowledge that since that night how do you think that makes me feel?” Jay was seething, he wasn’t going to deny his fucked up past and socialite behavior but since coming here— meeting you, he doesn’t even remember what any of that felt like. He hasn’t even explained to you about the misunderstanding with your coworker and now this, that wasn’t even his number to begin with; and for a reason.
“You don’t have to do this anymore Jay, I’m not some pity party you can attend to make yourself feel better about doing shitty things.” Mumbling under your breath inaudible whispers you began walking away, he wasn’t able to make out what but he didn’t care— you didn’t bother asking before accusing him.
“Hi Jake sorry….” You whispered, apologizing for interrupting him earlier while walking past him again. You’ve been told it was courageous to trust someone, that the most disappointing thing after would have the trust broken. But you were sure that doesn’t apply to you, you were used to it. “You good?” Your friend ask, noting your deflated expression as you began organizing bottles beside her quietly. 
Throwing her a small smile you nodded watching the lights dim on the stage causing everyone to grow silent. You expected Heeseung to pop from behind the curtains to start the show, surprised when you saw Jay instead take the center stage. His eyes were on you, not failing to raise his pierced brow when he saw you turn away obviously concerning yourself with shit for the sake of not looking at him. 
While wiping the counter Heeseung’s voice boomed through the speaker taking you by surprise, “Alright tonight we’re switching it up a bit, my voice isn’t in its best condition today—” like a planned audience everyone cooed in sympathy, “In my place, Jay will continue for you all tonight!” His name alone made your eye twitch, the sound of cheers mixed with the strum of the guitar caused you to unconsciously turn to the stage. 
“Wow I’m so grateful for all the beautiful ladies tonight cheering us on,” his infamous smirk grew watching your jaw lock while throwing the rag on the counter. This was so fucking irritating, you could feel the frown on your face deepen the moment he hopped from the stage to the end of the bar, walking along the counter you had just finished wiping down before bending down in your face.
“You want me to be the asshole? I’ll be the asshole Y/N.” the smell of hard liquor told you he was drunk, and if he didn’t get out of your face he’d have a black eye to go along with his hangover in the morning. 
Narrowing your eyes at him, the sound of the band slowly tempoing a beat to start the song encouraged the crowd in an uproar, “You’re so full of shit.” you whispered watching his eyes waver before leaving the bar. Running to the back entrance his voice rumbled through the walls like a nightmare coming true.
Breaking through the alleyway you yelped feeling the heel of your boot slip through the storm drains, practically splitting your heel in half from the uneven weight distribution. Trying your best to ignore the obvious pounding of your temples and the tight sensation in your chest you cursed, leaning against the wall taking in your new boot; ruined, don’t cry please don’t cry you told yourself feeling the burning sensation line your eyes. 
Huffing out a sigh you brought your knees to your chest, relying on the wall to keep you balanced despite your skirt riding up. You thought about what he said and you wondered, what did he feel from this silence you responded with to his confession? You weren’t sure the reason for the hesitation. You were never a damsel and distress but somehow Jay always found his way to you; when you thought you could do it on your own— even if you couldn’t. And looking at your broken heel on the ground; you could really use that help right now. 
A whine escaped your lips, you felt so stupid, all this hurt and wariness created chaos around you, a storm that no one deserved to deal with. From the bitter cries of your rain to the thunder of mistrust you rumbled, it’s always crossed you mind that there was no way someone could tend to your stormy heart. 
“Y/N.”
But like a storm, there was always a sun that appears reminding you that there is life. Even after the pain, there will still be joy. Raising your face slightly from your arms, the sight of Jay kneeling beside you after not responding to him pierced your heart; your brows immediately furrowed deeper feeling your chest tighten even more. 
He always called himself your knight and shining armor but you weren’t sure if it was just a joke anymore. “Come on let’s go.” You heard him call out standing up with a hand held out to you. Hesitant as always, you stared at his calloused fingers— the fingers that caressed your face when you cried to him about your worries and sorrows; the ones that touched you with all the care in the world when you laid in his arms. 
Blinking quickly his back came into view as he motioned for you to hop on, noting your half broken heel with a sigh. It was a scene you were familiar with, from the first night you met. A small smile made its way onto his lips feeling your hands softly run along his back before allowing him to lift you up, making sure to wrap his jacket around you. “I can walk home myself just go back, you have to sing for Heeseung.” You spoke gently seeing his gaze focused ahead of him.  In another world, another universe you wouldn’t be this emotionally confused girl trying to understand that it was okay to feel lost, to feel hurt or if you don’t know what to feel at all. When you finally heal and move on you won’t remember this feeling of being confused and uncertain, it’ll be the moments you realize what you truly felt; and right now you realized you wanted Jay. You wanted to tell him you liked him too, reassure him that what he felt and wanted was mutual. 
Looking at him now his brows were slightly furrowed looking ahead as you approached your apartment building. Nuzzling your nose into his neck you admired the woody spice scent that you’ve grown familiar with, he must have felt you nose brush against his nape as he hummed side eyeing the way you were frowning sadly. After the little scene backstage Jay was confused to say the least, he was upset that you didn’t give him the time and place to explain himself but he knew what he was getting himself into when getting involved with you. He had to understand not only were you healing from your past traumas you were also learning to overcome them, he had to be patient and he didn’t mind it. Arriving inside your apartment Jay sighed placing you on the kitchen counter before taking off your shoes, scoffing when he noticed the heel had completely fallen off while walking back. 
“How’d this even happen in the first place? You have to be more careful what if we weren’t in walking distance? Were you going to walk barefoot?” He snickered throwing the pair of shoes to the side, he was expecting another snarking comment but his eyes darted to you when he heard sniffling, you were crying.  
“I’m sorry Jay…” Looking down you couldn’t help but feel frustrated with yourself, this was so easy just tell him how you feel you thought. “No I’m sorry I should’ve never brushed it off before knowing how upset you were, I was just angry because you would really think I’d play you like that.” Shaking your head you wiped your cheeks feeling him push between your legs to calm you down, hands placed on either side of you watching your tear stained cheeks pink in irritation. 
“I don’t think you’re like that Jay, at all. I just didn’t know what to feel or how to express that I was confused.” He nodded watching you sort through your emotions yourself, it was messy but you were doing it. 
“I don’t know I guess I just didn’t want to risk opening up for you to leave in the end. I didn’t want to get disappointed or disappoint you I was just…I was just—” You whimpered looking up at the ceiling not knowing how to finish your sentence as tears welled up. 
“You’re just scared.” his hands now rubbing you thigh in comfort while he looked at you sincerely. Even now with tears in your eyes and your makeup slightly smeared if you asked, in a heart beat he’d tell you that you were beautiful; regardless if your heart was decorated with scares of thousands— you were beautiful inside and out. 
“For me, you are more than enough Y/N. If you don’t believe me I’ll repeat it to you everyday until you do. I’ll show you.” Jay knew you were stubborn, you hated people who were entitled and wanted them to believe your heart was as black as the liquor you served them. You yearned to have someone to come home to, have someone who was expecting you. To be welcomed with warm arms by someone you missed, and to have someone fill your thoughts all day. You yearned for love, that’s what it was you just didn’t know it yet. You wanted someone in your heart, someone who was willing to be there for you, to listen and to understand; and Jay knew he wanted to be that person.
“Yeah, I’m scared. You scare me so much sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy when I realize you make me feel so different than I ever had before.” Reaching to wipe your cheek Jay could only smile hearing you talk, your hands playing with the heim of his shirt admiring his inked skin under the fluorescent light. “I should’ve told you sooner how I felt I was just confused, I didn’t want you to be confused with your feelings as well.” you clarified, that insecurity you had from before dwelling in you before diminishing from a single sentence alone. 
“I already told you I liked you Y/N there’s nothing for me to be confused about.” 
Looking in his eyes you searched for any sign of conviction, only finding his dark brown eyes staring at you with affection leaning in to peck your cheek once more. “I like you too Jay.” With a growing smile he nodded pulling you into a hug which you gladly accepted, his hands rubbing you lower back while your eyes once again pooled with tears. 
“I always feel like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.” you whispered wrapping your arms around his neck appreciating the warmth and comfort Jay always gave you.
“I told you we’d make new ones together didn’t I?” 
Nuzzling your nose into his neck you hear him chuckle as you began to cry again, the grip you had around him tightening when he tried to pull back to see your now smeared makeup. Not only did you teach him what it meant to truly stand on your own— and stand proudly, you showed him there was kindness in the smallest things in the world, that change could hurt but it’ll also help you grow. But you knew between the two of you, Jay has taught you the most. That when you open your heart, you can see that love can hurt but it can also heal. It’ll help mend your broken parts but in the end you have to welcome it with an open mind and heart. It can be in a form of a lover or a friend, you had love around you; you just never realized it. 
Pulling away you watched him snicker wiping the under your eyes before bringing his hands down to your waist, affectionately rubbing your sides as you glanced at the clock. “No seriously Jay I thought you had to replace Heeseung.” You sniffled recalling that Heeseung wasn’t feeling well tonight. 
“I told you Jake could do a solo.” he shrugged watching you shake your head with a smile before he leaned in kissing you tenderly. With a shared look it was enough for the both of you to understand what you finally wanted to say— finally. 
“Thank you for taking a chance on me.” You whispered his forehead on yours as the both of you appreciated the company shared. 
“Thank you for taking a chance on us.”
It takes a special someone to love those who are healing and have been hurt, someone who is willing to look past all the cracks and imperfections to see a person for their whole self, true self. It takes someone who is willing to be patient and gentle with not only the person they love but with themselves.
People who’ve been hurt can seem like roses, beautiful but sharp with thorns that are hostile to deal with. But it takes a special person to realize that in reality they’re just fragile, scared. 
It takes a special someone who is brave to love a person knowing there was a probability of getting hurt, even if its intentionally. Because real love for some doesn’t come when you are at your best; and that’s okay.
If you’re brave enough to try— try hard and try again, you find to realize broken people tend to love the hardest. They love the hardest because every fracture of their heart will reflect your love back at you, more than you can ever dream of. 
So here you two were, two broken people trying to heal each other — with love.
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synopsis: jjk men reacting to your death :3 contents: angst ofc featuring: yuuta okkotsu, toji fushiguro, yuuji itadori
a/n: it was supposed to be way angstier but since I love you guys, I made it bittersweet-ish :D
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𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 ☆ (@cafunewon : i love you🥺🫶🏼)
Melted together, like time.
Another ring on his necklace, another person he loved, was gone.
Seconds passed, minutes dragged together and hours flowed, like the tide of the rebellious current of a river.
'you could've taken anything from me.'
tears flowed, like the very rain outside, thunder rumbling, like the emotions within himself, because, you took his soul, his heart, his very person.
'but why did you take them?'
You wiped it clean, you made him want to change, become stronger so he could protect you, protect the one thing he valued over his life and-
here he was.
over your tombstone, he stood over the freshly dug grave, and he thought how much you would've hated the bland, grey, of your tombstone.
The only thing that you would've liked about your final resting place, were the flowers that he planted himself, digging through the rich brown dirt to give you one last gift.
rich purples, deep reds, soft blues, vibrant pinks, all giving him an excuse to go back to you.
to take care of you, even if you weren't in this world.
The sky screamed out its rage, splitting the once beautiful sapphire sky into shades of grey, water pouring down from the heavens, the tears of the angels pouring down on Yuuta's silent form.
Saltwater mixed with fresh, pure water.
Sadness and grief, mixed with renewal and purification.
the petals of the flowers, sag underneath the skies tears and yuuta's deep blue eyes filled up with his own tears, salt now landing on the ground.
Almost like a curse, huh?
everyone he loved, everything he cared for, would always leave him, one way or another.
"please. wait for me, okay?"
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𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ☆ (@unknownspecies you already hate me soooo😋)
He still thinks about you, a year after your death.
The worst year of his sad life.
He still thought about you, each minute, each hour, every. damn. second.
He thought of you when going to bed, his arm already reaching out to the empty space where he expected to feel your warm body against his bare skin, he thought of you when he heard your favourite song on the radio, practically hearing the way your voice cracked on the ridiculously high note, the teasing smile when he gazed at your photo-
your laugh haunted him, leaving echoes of happiness, of laughter, of love, of joy around the now sad home.
Echoes were all that remained of you.
"Together right? in this world, and in heaven as well."
Brushes of your skin, your voice drifting in his air, your smile, the way you held his hand-
How did you go in the blink of an eye?
How did you flood his thoughts, memories, when you weren't there?
Liquor was all that he tasted on his tongue, the taste flooding his mind, the feeling soothing his brain-
But not him.
He stared at the ring on his third finger, still wearing it, still calling you his.
Because you were.
In this afterlife and the next, you would always be his.
Even if you were just a memory.
Just another star in the brilliant, vast sky.
Seconds merge together, time standing at one point as his foggy mind stared at a constellation, the one specific star that glowed brighter than the rest, the one calling him in the remote distance.
"even... if you gave up on me......"
He whispered, his eyes closing as for a second, he could feel your comfortable presence beside him, holding his hand.
in the serene calmness, toji dropped the bottle, causing the glass to shatter, with remains of the liquid spilling out on the floor and one small tear carving it's way down his face, almost like a kiss.
"i.. will never give up on you."
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𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 ☆ (@delulusioanlol h-hey diane🫣)
'i've been told to get you off my mind.'
He stared blankly at a picture of you, his dull hazel eyes transfixed on your laughing face. He could practically hear your sweet laughter echoing in his head.
But it was just imaginary.
He'd been counting days, seconds, anything to get your face out of his mind, your figure lying so, so still, on the white parchment of the hospital bed.
You died in his arms.
Yuuji let out a shaky sob, his vision blurring as a lump grew in his throat, because without you-?
The one thing, that kept him sane?
The one thing he loved most of all?
If you were gone, what was there to do?
Sobs enclosed his throat, suffocating him, entrapping him in the never-ending cycle of sadness and self-pity as your voice swam around in his messed up head.
But tears didn't slip out of his eyes.
So instead of crying, Yuuji dully stared into space, feeling his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces.
Each little happy memory with you, cut a deeper hole into his soul, because all that was left-
were memories and photos.
He was falling apart, in the worst way possible.
"i miss the way it used to be......."
"i....hope your happy y/n."
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the cupid project ➛ 2/2
part one
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✦ pairing: bada lee x fem!reader
✦ summary: you and your long-term work crush devise a plan to win a company contest. in the end, you wind up going to extreme lengths to commit to the bit
✦ genre/au: fluff, smut MDNI!!, fake dating, videographer reader, bada's extra sweet here, slight friends to lovers
✦ word count: 7k
✦ warnings: isn't proofread. top!bada. bada carries a strap and im not talking about a gun. fingering.
✦ a/n: happy (early) valentine's day!
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When the two of you arrive, the bowling alley is mostly empty, save for the JustJerk employees milling around and a couple of people hanging out in the arcade. The staff member at the counter gives you a warm greeting and directs the two of you to the lane your friends are at. 
You walk up the ramp, scanning the area. The first person you spot is Hoyeon, who is sitting down, chatting with Minho. When she notices the two of you, her lips stretch into a wide smile and she raises a hand to wave. You return the gesture, and the two of you approach her.
"Hi," you smile, plopping down onto the seat next to her. Bada sits next to you, effectively sandwiching you between the two women.
"Hey, guys," she greets, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Did we miss anything?" Bada asks.
"Just the boys getting their asses beat by the girls,” Hoyeon says, glancing at the time on her phone.
"Sounds about right," Bada chuckles.
"Hey! We're not that bad!" Minho says, mock-offended.
"Sure, Minho," Hoyeon says, smirking.
"I don't know. I'm not that great either," you admit.
"Really? Why?" Bada questions.
"I guess I'm just not competitive," you shrug.
"Well you’re gonna have to start getting competitive. I can’t let you be the one who lets the boys get a hold on us,” Bada proclaims, nudging you.
“Why not? We could have a tie, then. Wouldn’t that be nice, Minho? For the boys to not be so embarrassingly outplayed all the time?" you suggest, earning a glare from Minho.
"Oh, shut up," he mutters, causing the three of you to laugh.
"Anyway, y/n, if you’re really that bad, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you out,” Bada promises, placing a hand on your knee. You try not to react.
"Okay, cool, thank you.” You nod, trying not to react.
“No problem,” she says, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. You were going to die before tonight was over.
You glance at Hoyeon, who, upon seeing the exchange, smirks. “So, I'm guessing you two are getting along well?"
"Yeah," Bada grins. "I think so."
"That's good," Hoyeon smiles. "I'm glad."
"Thanks," you reply, avoiding her eyes. You haven’t told Hoyeon that you were faking things with Bada. After the pictures dropped, Hoyeon was one of the first people to text you about it, sending you a flurry of messages full of profanities for not having kept her updated. You’re not sure why you don’t want to tell her the truth. You know she’d be able to keep a secret.
But a part of you knows that you’re enjoying the pretending a bit too much. If you fess up, it would make the reality of the situation more apparent, and the thought of that is starting to disappoint you more than the idea of losing the prize, altogether. 
“Hey! There you two are,” Youngj shouts, breaking your train of thought. He makes his way toward you, followed by Redllic wearing a sour expression on her face.
Youngj stops in front of your group, placing his hands on his hips. "You're late," he pouts.
"Sorry, boss," Bada apologizes.
"It's okay. You're not the only ones," he says, sighing. “Are you guys gonna come play or what?”
"We're coming, we're coming," Bada replies, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.
“Eat em’ up, girls!” Hoyeon shouts with a whoop, followed by loud booing from Minho.
"Let's go," Bada smiles, squeezing your hand.
"Right," you reply, ignoring the racing of your heart.
Bada drops your hand, walking over to the rack and grabbing a bowling ball. She turns around, giving you a thumbs up and a cute smile. You roll your eyes and she laughs, turning back around.
As she steps forward to take her turn, you catch a whiff of her perfume. It's intoxicating.
The ball rolls down the lane and knocks down nine pins. You close your eyes, resisting the urge to shout. Why was this woman good at everything?
Bada throws the ball again, knocking the last pin over and finishing her frame with a strike. The crowd applauds, and she does a cute little curtsy, which you find unreasonably adorable.
You watch her, transfixed, as she approaches you.
"Good job," you say, a bit too enthusiastically.
"Thank you," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Now, it's your turn."
"Alright, alright," you say, making your way over to the ball rack.
You select a red ball, testing the weight. It's heavy, but not too much, and fits comfortably in your hands.
"Remember, use the guide, aim for the middle, and throw slowly," Bada calls, and you nod, not turning around.
You position the ball against your chest, lining up your feet. Then, in one swift motion, you push the ball forward and release it.
The ball lands directly in the gutter, rolling down and colliding with thin air. You groan, watching the screen count up the pins you hit, or lack thereof. Zero. 
"It's okay. Here, I'll show you," Bada says, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you over to the middle of the lane.
"First, you want to line up your feet." She says, standing behind you. "And then, you want to position your shoulders and the rest of your body."
You do as she instructs, attempting to focus on her directions.
"Then, the key is to relax and to keep your arm loose. If you tense up, your ball will go all over the place," she says, wrapping her hands around your bicep, massaging it a bit. "So, take a deep breath, and just throw the ball."
You breathe deeply, closing your eyes. You feel the weight of her arms leave your own, and then the weight of her hand on your back.
"Ready?" she whispers, and you nod.
"Okay," she says, patting you, signaling that she has moved.
You exhale, opening your eyes and swinging the ball forward.
You release the ball, and it glides down the lane, knocking eight pins down. You can hear the cheers, but the sound is muffled.
"You did it!" Bada exclaims, hugging you tightly from behind. You laugh, returning her embrace.
"You did most of the work," you say, grinning.
"You would have gotten it without me eventually.”
"Whatever you say," you say, not wanting to argue.
The rest of the night passes by quickly, with you and the girls absolutely destroying the guys, filled with laughter and smiles. By the end of the night, your stomach is sore and your cheeks are aching. When you’re not laughing with one of your coworkers, you’re with Bada, giggling at her jokes, listening to her stories, and being a part of her world. And in the moments when you think nobody is looking, she looks at you and smiles, her eyes soft and sparkling.
Toward the end of the night, you head to the bathroom, fixing your makeup and taking a few breaths. 
After you finish, you exit the restroom, walking over to the bar and ordering a glass of water. As you wait, you notice Bada talking to Redllic, their faces stern and serious. You can't hear what they're saying, but something about their expressions is making you nervous.
"Here's your water," the bartender says, handing you the cup.
"Thank you," you respond, accepting the drink. You take a sip, trying to act casual, but you're not fooling anyone. You knew Bada and Redllic had some kind of romantic history, but you weren’t sure how significant it was.
After a moment, Bada and Redllic separate, heading toward different ends of the bar. Bada makes her way over to you, her features still hardened.
"Are you okay?" you ask, concern filling your tone.
"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, her voice stiff.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you offer.
"Not now. Let’s just have fun, yeah?" she says, a forced smile appearing on her lips.
"Okay," you say, reaching over and squeezing her hand. She squeezes back.
"You know, you look nice tonight," she compliments.
"Thanks," you smile, blushing slightly. "You do, too."
"Thank you," she says, and a small grin replaces her false smile. "So, are you having fun?"
"Yeah, I am," you nod. "A lot of fun. It’s a good thing you dragged me out here, seriously. I’m actually good at bowling now.”
"I mean, you weren’t that bad of a student. It’s not like you needed much help. I’m almost wondering if you faked being bad," Bada teases.
"What?! Of course not. How could you think that?" you exclaim, feigning offense.
"Mhm, I don’t know, you seemed pretty excited when I came to help you out. I think I felt your heartbeat over there," she laughs, poking your arm.
Oh shit. You’ve been found out.
You cross your arms, stubborn and determined to get yourself out of this. "Well, was it necessary to get so handsy with it? Do you do that with all of your students?”
"Only the cute ones," Bada says, staring you down. 
Your heart races. This was escalating quickly. “Well, then, I guess I’ll consider myself lucky."
"You should," she says, a smirk appearing on her lips. “I could get much more handsy, if you wanted me to."
What the hell was going on? As much as you and Bada have casually flirted, it’s never gotten this bold. Whatever happened while you were in the bathroom must have seriously messed with her brain. Maybe she’s experiencing face blindness and thinks you’re someone else.
"Oh, how so?" you ask, playing along, testing the waters.
"I can show you," she says, placing a hand on the side of your face, brushing her thumb across your cheek. She moves her other hand onto your lower back, her grip light, yet firm. You shiver, leaning into her touch.
"What do you think?" she whispers.
"I think I'd like that very much," you admit, feeling her breath on your neck.
"Good," she murmurs, her eyes locking onto yours.
She closes the space between you, and her lips are on yours. She tastes like the fruity wine she had earlier and her chapstick.
You kiss her back, savoring the moment. Warmth and comfort is all around you, enveloping your senses. You pull away after a moment, catching your breath.
"What's wrong?" Bada asks, searching your face.
"Nothing. Everything's perfect," you say, kissing her again.
You don't care anymore. You just want her.
You move your hands, wrapping them around her neck and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her hands trail up and down your sides, sending goosebumps up and down your arms. She bites your lip gently, and you gasp, tugging on her hair.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you separate. 
Bada exhales, fixing her bangs.
You stare ahead blankly, your mind fuzzy. But, through the haze, you feel a wave of euphoria rush over you, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. There was not a single part of you that would've guessed that you'd end up kissing Bada Lee upon joining Justjerk. Really, you were surprised she even gave you the time of day in the first place. You'd spent months trying to work up the courage to speak to her, and when the chance came, you almost choked and avoided her, too overwhelmed by the mere thought of speaking to her. But, as the old adage goes, life's full of surprises.
Bada twists her head to the side, staring at something, or someone with a furrowed brow.
"Hey, what's wrong?" you ask, placing a hand on her forearm.
"Oh, nothing. I was just looking out for Redllic," she replies, her frown melting into a small, apologetic smile.
The smile that you were trying to hold back disappears, replaced with a cold, hard pit of dread. "What about her?"
"She's over there," Bada nods, tilting her chin. You don't bother to turn to look. "You know that conversation you saw us have? She came up to me and accused us of pretending to get together for the money. Said there was no way we actually got together that fast. I, of course, denied it. Hopefully that kiss will shut her up."
"Oh. That makes sense. Sorry for not being more helpful," you apologize, your voice coming out hollow.
"Don't be," she says, her words rushed. "I didn't tell you about it because I didn't wanna worry you. But, we're in this together, right?"
"Yeah, definitely," you say, attempting to ignore the lump in your throat.
"That's good. Now, what were we talking about?" Bada asks, grinning.
Were you even talking about anything? You can't remember, too preoccupied with the dull feeling in the center of your chest. It's not like you were expecting Bada and you to be an actual couple. You were well aware that whatever relationship the two of you shared was just a facade. But hearing the reason why she kissed you was like a bucket of ice water poured over your head, reminding you of reality.
"I can't remember. Actually, I think I'm feeling a little sick," you lie.
"Oh, are you alright?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.
"Yeah. Don't worry about me. It’s probably something I ate. I'm just gonna head home, I think. You don't have to come with. I'll catch an Uber," you reply, forcing a weak smile.
"What? No, don't waste your money. I'll drive you home. Let me just grab my stuff," she offers, but you shake your head.
"It's really okay. I don't want you to miss out on fun with your friends," you insist, the ache in your throat growing. Why'd she have to be so nice?
"No, I insist. I'll drop you off and come back."
"Bada-"
"Y/N, please," she interrupts. "You're important to me. You're my friend. Helping you out isn't a big deal."
Her words simultaneously break your heart and fix it, and, finally, you give in.
"Fine," you sigh.
She grins. "Now, stay put," she commands, a stern expression replacing her worried one.
"Yes ma'am," you salute.
"Good girl," she teases, and you just stare, your face turning pink.
Bada walks off, and you stare into your glass, the ice having melted. After a moment, she returns, her jacket and backpack slung over her shoulder.
"Ready?" she asks, and you nod, following her out of the bar.
The night is cold and dark, and the stars are shining bright. The sound of the wind fills the air, and your footsteps seem loud, crunching against the ground.
You get to the parking lot and walk over to her car. Bada unlocks the doors, and you open the passenger door before she can do it for you, ignoring the frown on her face. You slide in, put your seatbelt on, and she turns the key, the engine roaring to life.
The ride home is filled with an awkward silence, neither of you sure of what to say. Finally, Bada clears her throat.
"Listen, y/n. Are you upset with me, or something? If I did or said anything to make you mad you, I'm sorry," she says, her voice tight.
"No, it's not that," you assure, and she relaxes a bit. "I'm just feeling sick. Like I said."
"Alright," she sighs.
You arrive at your house, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thanks for the ride."
"Of course. I'm glad I could help. Goodnight," she says, and you nod.
"Night," you say, exiting the vehicle.
You head up the path, the wind causing your hair to fly in your face. As you are about to reach the front steps, Bada pulls her car back, reversing. She rolls the passenger window down, sticking her head out.
"Wait!" she shouts, and you freeze, your hand gripping the railing.
"What?" you call back, confused.
"I-uh...ugh," she exclaims, her forehead wrinkling. "I can't just leave you alone. Not when you're sick. Let me take care of you. Please."
You blink. You just could not get rid of this woman. "I'll be fine," you reply, shortly, turning toward your building again. 
"At least let me walk you inside. Then, I'll leave," she offers.
You groan, stopping in your tracks with your eyes closed in frustration. It was too cold for this. "Fine," you mutter.
"Great," she says, and the relief in her voice makes you feel guilty.
"But only for a few minutes. And only because I know how persistent you are."
"Thank you," she says, and the sincerity in her voice makes your chest tighten.
She turns her car off, grabs her backpack, and hops out of the vehicle. You lead her into the building, and the two of you make your way up the stairs, eventually arriving at your door.
You unlock it, and the two of you enter. Your apartment is dark and silent, and the sound of your breathing is loud.
"Well, here it is. It's not much, but it's home," you shrug, flipping the light switch on.
"It's cozy," she smiles, and you can't help but grin, too.
"Yeah. Um, would you like some water, or tea, or anything?"
"No, thank you. I'm okay," she replies, adjusting her backpack straps.
"Alright, then," you say, standing in the entryway.
The awkward silence returns, and the two of you stare at each other, neither knowing what to do. Finally, Bada steps forward, closing the space between the two of you.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seemed pretty distant toward the end of the night," she asks, her features soft.
"Yeah. Like I said, not feeling great. Must have been the food," you repeat yourself  robotically, not looking her in the eye.
She frowns. "I'm sorry."
"Why? It's not your fault," you shrug, avoiding her gaze.
"It is, though. Isn’t it? You're my friend, and I care about you. So, if something is bothering you, I want to know and work it out,” she pauses, a guilt-ridden expression overtaking her features. "If this is about the kiss...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
Your stomach drops, and your eyes widen. "What? Why?"
"Because," she sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. "I took advantage of the situation. I should've just told Redllic to fuck off. Or maybe even asked you if you were comfortable with it beforehand."
"You didn't take advantage of me," you argue. 
"Still. It wasn't right. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry," she repeats, looking at the ground.
"You don't need to be sorry," you insist.
"Really?"
"Yeah," you nod.
"Okay," she says, the crease between her eyebrows disappearing. "Well, then, I guess I should go."
"I guess so," you agree, not making a move.
She hesitates, staring at you. You stare back, your heart racing. She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Goodnight," she whispers, her voice soft.
"Night," you reply, her touch burning your skin.
She releases your hand, turns around, and heads out, the door closing behind her. You watch her leave, your brain going a mile a minute.
You don't know what's wrong with you. It was just a stupid kiss. It meant nothing. But, despite all of that, the pit in your stomach won't go away, and the thought of her lips against yours replays in your mind.
Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't just a kiss. Maybe it meant everything.
Oh fuck it. Fuck it.
You open the door with a vigor that rivaled that of the Hulk's. "Bada," you call out, sprinting into the hallway.
A few steps down the hall, she freezes.
"What is it?" she asks, turning around, her eyebrows raised.
"Just-just, um," you stammer, your mouth dry. "Come back."
She stares for a second, then smirks. "Okay," she says, walking back with a pep in her step. 
Once she reaches the door, she enters, and the two of you stare at each other, unsure.
"What is it?" Bada asks, her face calm.
"I-uh," you start, then swallow.
Fuck. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't you just be honest with her?
"What?" Bada urges, the smirk returning. You look at the floor, the wall, anything. Finally, you take a deep breath, and look her in the eyes.
"I wanted to ask if...you could maybe stay a little longer," you murmur, your cheeks hot.
She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
"You sure?"
"Yes," you respond, a little too quickly.
She grins, the smirk replaced with a genuine smile. "Then, I will."
"Okay," you breathe, letting the tension flow from your shoulders.
"So, what did you want to do?" she asks, staring at your lips.
"I don't know," you shrug, not taking your eyes off hers.
"Hmm," she hums, stepping closer.
"Uh, did you wanna, uh, watch TV, or something?" you offer, your voice quiet.
"No," she replies, shaking her head.
"What did you wanna do, then?" you ask, your heartbeat fast.
"Something else." She mutters, and without warning, her lips are on yours again.
She wraps her arms around you, and you immediately melt into her embrace, her scent clouding your senses. Like last time, you wrap your arms around her neck. Her tongue slips into your mouth, exploring, and her hands run down your sides, sending chills down your spine. You let out a moan, and she bites your lip, drawing another from you. 
Your hands tangle in her hair, and hers cup your ass, lifting you up. She carries you over to your bedroom, per your directions, and places you onto your bed gently. Her fingers graze your thigh, and goosebumps pop up all over your body. You pull away, and her eyes are dark.
"Do you want to do this?" she asks, her voice low.
"Yeah," you respond, and she grins.
She kisses you again, and her fingers inch upward, her hand sliding under the hem of your shirt. She traces your skin, leaving a trail of fire, and your breathing quickens.
"Can I take this off?" she asks, pulling at the bottom of your top.
"Yes," you say, lifting yourself off the bed slightly.
She slides your shirt up, and over your head, tossing it aside. She unhooks your bra and discards it, too.
Her eyes linger on your bare chest, and you watch her pupils dilate. You bite your lip, running your hands through her hair.
"Fuck," she growls, and she pushes you back down onto the mattress, her lips trailing from yours to your jaw, your collarbone, your neck, and finally, your chest.
She sucks and nips at the skin there, and you grip her hair tighter, eliciting a moan. She moves downward, kissing down your torso. When her lips reach the waistband of your jeans, she stops, glancing up at you.
"Do you want me to keep going?"
"Yes," you plead, and her mouth curls into a mischievous smirk.
"Okay," she says, and she undoes the button and zipper of your jeans.
She tugs them off and throws them aside, leaving you in just your underwear. Her eyes are on yours, and you're frozen.
"Please," you beg, and she lets out a deep chuckle.
"Begging already?"
"Shut up," you hiss, and she laughs, before her hands slip beneath the hem of your panties.
She pulls the material off, leaving you completely exposed.
"Fuck," she mutters, her eyes wide.
You squirm under her gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "What?"
"You're so fucking sexy," she breathes, her eyes filled with lust.
"Really?"
"Of course. Do you even know what you're doing to me right now?"
"N-no," you mumble, averting your eyes.
"Look at me."
You obey, her usually warm puppy eyes now darkened into something wicked, capturing yours.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes," you breathe.
"Good. Now, lay down," she commands, her voice firm.
You comply, relaxing your body. She climbs on top of you, her hand resting on top of your thigh. 
"Do you still want to do this?"
"Yes," you affirm, nodding.
"Okay," she says, and then, her hand is between your legs.
Her fingers slide along your wetness, and your breathing quickens. Her eyes are fixed on yours, watching your reaction.
"Shit," you groan, as her finger presses against your clit.
"You like that?" she purrs, her lips ghosting across your skin.
"Mhmm," you moan, her finger circling the sensitive bud.
Her finger slips inside you, and you cry out, throwing your arms around her torso. She pumps slowly, and her thumb brushes against your clit.
"More," you pant, your body trembling.
"Of course," she hums, slipping a second digit into you.
"Ah," you moan, gripping her tightly.
She thrusts her fingers deeper, hitting that special spot within. You gasp, your back arching. You're so wet you can hear the squelch of her digits moving inside you, and you slam your eyes shut, overwhelmed. Her lips meet your neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, and your moans are muffled.
"Bada, please," you whimper, her fingers curling against that spongey tissue, the sensation making your toes curl.
"Please what, baby?" she murmurs, her thumb rubbing against your clit, the friction making you shiver.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm close, please," you gasp, your walls tightening around her. "Make me come," you choke, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"I will," she promises, and her fingers thrust harder, her thumb moving faster. You cry, the tension in your abdomen building.
"That's it, baby, come for me," she coaxes, and with one final brush against that sensitive spot, you shatter.
The orgasm rips through you, and you convulse, your vision blacking out. You gasp for air, trying to catch your breath. She watches you, a satisfied smile on her face as she caresses your sides with her other hand. 
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yeah," you say, breathless. "But you didn't finish," you frown, your eyes trailing to her still-clothed form.
"Oh, I will," she says, a smirk reappearing. She rolls over, grabbing her backpack.
"What are you doing?" you ask, sitting up.
"I'm not done with you yet," she answers, her smile devilish. You watch, transfixed, as she pulls out a strap-on and a bottle of lube.
"Oh," you exhale, your core heating. This women was going to be the death of you.
"This okay?"
"The fact that you're casually carrying around a strap-on?"
She smiles, sheepishly. "I like to be prepared."
"But, yes, that is more than okay," you say, licking your lips.
"Great," she says, unbuckling her belt and shrugging her pants off, revealing black boxer briefs. She steps into the harness, pulling the straps tight. She squirts some lube onto her hand, reaching for the dildo, but you stop her.
"Wait-can I?"
"Go ahead," she nods, giving you a smile.
You kneel on the bed, facing her. You gather some lube onto your hand, then coat the silicone. Your hand runs along the length, and your eyes are fixated on the fake cock. It's large, and ribbed, and the mere sight of it makes your thighs squeeze together.
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah," you whisper, looking at her.
She grins, her hands tangling themselves into your hair, pulling you forward. Your lips crash into hers, and she pulls away, her hands tugging your head backward.
"How do you want to do this, pretty girl?"
"I-I don't know," you stammer, flustered.
She chuckles, releasing her hold on your hair. "Lay back down."
You follow her orders, laying back against the pillows.
"Spread your legs," she commands, her tone firm.
You do as she says, your pussy aching. She positions herself in front of you, and leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Ready?"
"Yes," you sigh, wrapping your arms around her again.
She guides the dildo into you, and the tip teases your entrance, the cool silicone sending shivers through you. She pushes into you, and you gasp, the ribbed surface scraping against your walls.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah," you moan, squeezing her.
She hums and begins to thrust, hard, the silicone stretching you open.
"Fuck," you cry, digging your nails into her back. Her mouth reaches your neck, sucking, and biting, the sensations overwhelming.
She picks up the pace, your bed squeaking in response, and your hips buck, the pleasure building.
"Oh god, oh fuck," you whine, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
"So beautiful," she murmurs, her voice strained.
"Bada, please, faster," you beg, your muscles tensing up. 
"Fuck," she hisses, her pace quickening.
"Yes, yes," you pant, the coil in your stomach tightening.
"You gonna come, baby?"
"Yes, fuck, I'm so close," you moan, her words pushing you closer.
"That's it, come for me," she groans, her thrusts getting sloppier.
"Fuck, Bada," you whine, and you break, the orgasm consuming you. You scream as you ride the waves of ecstasy, her name tumbling from your lips. You cling to her, shaking, the intensity nearly blinding.
"Fuck," you whisper, the euphoria fading, and exhaustion taking over.
"That's it, good girl," she whispers, slowing her thrusts.
You let go, sinking into the bed, your mind hazy. She pulls out of you, and removes the strap-on, tossing it onto the floor. She lays down beside you, and you snuggle into her, your head resting on her chest.
"Fuck," you mutter, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"That was fun," she says, her tone teasing.
"Yeah," you sigh, nuzzling closer.
She strokes your hair, her fingers soothing.
"We should get some rest," she says, her voice low.
"Mhm," you hum, your eyes closing.
You feel her place a kiss on the top of your head, and a smile forms on your face. You drift off, a grin still on your face, and a certain someone's heartbeat the last thing you hear.
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Bada was nowhere to be seen. After you woke up to an empty bed, you searched your house, convinced she was playing a prank on you. No trace of her, her clothes, her bag. You tried to call her, but her phone was turned off. It was as if she'd vanished into thin air.
And so, there you sat, in your apartment, where you slept with her, alone, wondering if you hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe, the stress of working at Justjerk, the pressure of living up to your expectations had finally gotten to you, and caused a nervous breakdown. But, no. She was there, she was real, and she'd given you the best night of your life. The best week of your life. So, where was she?
As the days dragged on, your heart grew heavy. Your calls went unanswered, texts left on read. You didn't even see her at work. The other teachers at Justjerk asked around about her, but the only answer everyone had was that she'd called in sick. You were worried, confused, and mostly hurt. What had happened? Did she regret it, and that was why she disappeared?
In addition to that, your deadline was approaching. People seemed convinced enough that you two were dating at this point, but it probably didn't look good to show up to the Valentine's Day party without your supposed girlfriend. 
You're sitting at home, silently wallowing next to Hoyeon, who is lying on your couch after coming over to your house to edit because of her noisy neighbors. While you're aimlessly shifting your oatmeal around in its bowl, you hear her slam her laptop shut with an exhale. 
"Y/n, is everything okay?" she asks, her tone concerned 
"Yeah, I'm fine," you say.
She shifts on the couch. "Really? Cause it doesn't seem like it."
"It's nothing," you shrug, pushing the bowl away.
"Come on, you can talk to me."
"I just-," you start, before pausing.
"Take your time," she says, her voice gentle.
"I think something's wrong with Bada," you say, quietly.
"Isn’t she sick?"
"I don’t know. I don’t think so. I actually haven't seen or heard from her since, uh, last week. And she won't answer my calls or texts."
"Huh, that's weird. Why?"
"I-I don't know. She just up and left. We had sex, and the next morning, she was gone. Like she'd never been there," you confess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"Hey," Hoyeon says, reaching over and rubbing your shoulder. 
"I'm sorry. I'm just-,"
"It's okay. You're allowed to feel this way. I mean, who does that to their girlfriend? That's horrible," Hoyeon huffs, a look of indignance crossing her features.
You cough. "We're not-we're not really dating. Well, I think we aren't," you admit. 
She stops her ministrations. "What do you mean?"
"We-uh, pretended to date. To win the contest."
She blinks, processing this in silence. Then, she lets out a loud guffaw, the force causing her to slip off the couch and land on the floor.
"What's so funny?" you ask in disbelief. 
"You-you are so ridiculous," she manages, her body shaking with laughter.
"Ridiculous? Why?"
"Do-do you not realize that the two of you have been pining over each other since the day you started at the studio?"
"Wh-what? No. We have not," you insist.
"Yes, you have," she giggles, wiping a tear from her eye.
"How could you tell?"
"It's so obvious! Listen, I don't know what kind of weird situationship you guys have gotten into but I don't think anyone is pretending to like anyone, here."
"But she left me!" you argue, exasperated.
"Maybe she was being stupid. Or embarrassed. Who knows? But, she definitely has a thing for you. She's been bothering the videographers forever asking for you. Were you the one who suggested you fake date?"
You blink. "No.”
She laughs again, picking herself up off the floor. "Exactly. Now, have you told her how you really feel?"
"What? No."
"Then, go do that! That's probably why she ran for the hills. Just go to her house and confess."
"I-okay. You're right," you say, standing up.
"Damn straight I'm right. Now, go get your woman," she grins, ushering you towards the door.
You give her a smile, and step outside, a new sense of confidence flowing through you. What were you so afraid of anyway? She wouldn't have done all that she did if she didn't care about you, right? You needed to find her, and tell her. Tell her everything.
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After driving to a random neighborhood and being hit with the realization that you had no idea where Bada lived, you receive a text from Hoyeon just in time with an address.
The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a beautiful gradient of blue, pink, and purple. You drive for a bit, eventually making your way to a more residential area, until you find yourself parked outside of an apartment complex.
You exit your car and make your way inside. When you arrive at her unit, the door opens before you can even knock.
"Oh, y/n, hi," Badi says, her voice raspy, her eyes wide. 
She looks unlike herself. Her hair is unkempt, her skin paler than usual. Her clothes are rumpled and her eyes are red, like she's been awake for days.
"Hi, are you okay?" you ask, worried.
"I've been better," she shrugs, looking away.
"Can I come in?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, sure."
She steps aside and you enter. The interior is what you'd expect from her; tidy, and simple.
"Are you hungry?" she offers, gesturing towards her kitchen.
"No, I'm good. Thanks."
"Okay."
You stand in the middle of her living room, the tension growing by the second.
"I've been trying to reach you," you start, tentatively.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, my phone's dead," she lies.
"Really? Because, the first few times I called, it rang," you say, crossing your arms.
She sighs, and walks over to the couch, flopping down. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, burying her face in her hands.
"Sorry? For what? Leaving me alone in bed, with no explanation, not answering my calls or texts for the past week, and lying to my face?"
"I didn't mean to-,"
"Why'd you run?"
"Because I was scared," she says, looking up.
"Of what?"
"This," she admits, gesturing between the two of you.
"You're not scared of anything," you scoff.
"I'm scared of you, y/n."
"Me? Why would you be scared of me?"
"Because I've liked you ever since the day you walked into the studio. I wasn't lying when I said I think you're amazing. And then I didn't want to ruin the friendship that we built."
"So, you pretend to be my girlfriend, sleep with me, and then leave without a word?"
"I'm sorry. I wasn’t initially planning on doing things this way. But you brought up the fake-dating and I thought maybe if we pretended, that'd be enough. It wasn't, and I let my feelings get  ahead of me. And, I'm sorry," she confesses, her gaze dropping.
You review that first meeting you had in the dance studio. For the first time, you realize that Bada actually didn’t suggest fake-dating you. You did. She just proposed that you approach things romantically, rather than platonically. Which could have easily been her attempt at asking you out. 
Whoops. 
You exhale slowly, sitting down next to her. "You know, it's funny. I was coming over here to tell you the same thing. You're really special to me. And, I didn't know how to express that for real. So, I thought, if I was in a fake relationship with you, then it would be easier to do that. Guess, I was wrong too," you say, smiling sadly.
"So, does that mean-,"
You roll your eyes. "Yes, Bada, I like you."
"Oh," she says, smiling, looking away again. 
You bite down on your lip. "So, what are we gonna do now?"
She fully turns toward you, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. "I guess, we can start over. If you want. Go on a real date?"
"Sure," you reply, a warmth blossoming in your chest.
"Cool," she says, her expression brightening.
"Cool," you echo, the two of you grinning, staring at each other like idiots.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please," you whisper, and she leans forward, her lips capturing yours.  You close your eyes, sinking into her touch, the worries, and anxiety of the past week disappearing. Who would've thought that a silly team-building exercise within your company would have ended up leading to this? You almost wanted to ask Bada to pinch you, but, the feeling of her hands cupping your cheeks, and the taste of her mouth, was enough to reassure you that this was real-that the whole thing had been real the entire time. And now that you knew it was, you couldn't wait to explore it further, and discover more about the beautiful woman next to you, who has stolen your heart.
Or, maybe you should give that credit to Cupid. After all, the Cupid Project turned out to be way more successful than you, or Youngj, could've ever imagined.
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Not. 
"How did we lose?!" You nearly screech, watching Hoyeon and Howl stand in the middle of the room with a check in their hands. 
Bada stares at them with a frown. "I don't get it either. Isn't Hoyeon a lesbian?"
Youngj appears out of thin air, sliding into your line of sight. More accurately, it is his bright red fuzzy sweater with pink hearts that captures your eye. "Irrelevant to the contest. Remember, this project was not meant to encourage new workplace relationships."
"But—"
"Nope," he pops the 'p', "You two are very cute, but you lost because you two idiots were already in love with each other, and were just too stupid to admit it. You didn't even need to be a part of the cupid project."
You groan.
"On the bright side, we have free heart-shaped sugar cookies in the corner. Congratulations, Y/n and Bada, on a job well done. Please don't break up, because I do not want to deal with any workplace drama. Goodbye." He disappears again, leaving the two of you staring at the ground.
You guess you were gonna have to say goodbye to that camera, as well. 
Bada turns to you, offering a small smile. "Are you okay?"
You shrug. "It's alright. I didn't need the money anyway. I got something much better out of this whole thing."
She blushes, her cheeks matching the color of her plain red sweatshirt. "Ew."
"Oh shut up," you say, swatting her arm with a laugh.
She rubs her arm, her bottom lip jutting out.
You sigh, pulling her into a hug. She buries her face in your neck, humming. "Well, I guess I don't need to give you the gift I got you for today, then."
"Gift? Wait, what?" You say, shoving her away in shock.
She bursts into laughter, raising a bag that she's been holding silently behind her back. "Of course. I couldn't not get my girlfriend something for Valentine's Day. I've been hiding it the whole time. Here."
You grab the bag, opening it. You pull the gift out of the bag, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth. 
It's the camera.
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Part 2 to the Kas!Eddie thingy. Please read that for this to make sense, but you can just ignore this good ending bit and pretend that they never learned their lesson.
When they come to, they are safely tucked in beds, still in their clothes, but their bruises and scratches have been treated. There's a small table too, with some fruits, coffee, juice and a healthy breakfast they haven't had in ages.
Next to it, they see a handwritten note: "Come see me downstairs when you're ready. Steve Harrington."
They are cautious. Terrified. But the windows have bars, their stomachs are empty and even if they could escape, that winged creature wouldn't let them leave, they think. So they eat, some of them even use the warm shower in the guest room, and then they take the stairs down, to their fate.
Steve Harrington is sitting at his kitchen table, sipping coffee. He is wearing a yellow sweater, reading glasses and even though his hair has grey streaks and there are wrinkles around his eyes, he doesn't seem like someone they could take on. They don't even think about trying it.
"Ah, good morning. I hope you liked the breakfast. Now, I hope you got everything you needed out of your system yesterday, so we can get down to business. What would you say to having a job and a roof over your head?"
They stare, but he's not joking. Harrington explains to them that he's willing to house them and feed them for some work on his house and the grounds until they get back on their feet. He needs the help anyway, he has the money to pay them a reasonable amount. They already saw the accomodations, so...are they interested?
They are, this is their chance and they all see it, but one of them has the presence of mind to ask - what about the monster?
"The boyfriend!" one of them corrects him quickly.
Steve smiles and gets up. "Ah, that is good question indeed." He knocks on the door of the small bedroom on the main floor and calls out: "Eddie? Can you come here for a second?"
It - no, he - doesn't like a monster. He's a normal young man, maybe a bit too old school rockstar looking to be completely inconspicuous, but still a man. He has a mane of curly hair, a lazy smile with teeth that are just a bit too sharp...and a swarm of bats tattoed on his forearm.
Harrington gives him a brief peck on his cheek. "Our guests want to know if the monster is going to be a problem. Care to tell them? I need to get something done in the town anyways."
Eddie sits down and winks at them. He waits for Steve to leave and then he explains it all.
Steve is all about second chances. He also can't bear to leave strays outside, much to the group's luck. And Eddie respects that, he wants to believe that they all had just a lot of bad luck, just like he once had. But he'll be watching them so that they don't end up hurting anyone, including themselves.
"Like you didn't hurt us yesterday?" someone chimes in and Eddie laughs.
"You stupid twerp," he says and it almost sounds loving, "No matter what you think happened yesterday, I did save you. I heard you coming from a mile away, saw you arguing in the woods. I smelled your anger. That's why I could afford to just scare you, knock you around a little. But if you got past me and attacked Steve..."
"You would have killed us?"
But Eddie shakes his head. "No. Not me. But Steve would have. You'd stand no chance. Against monsters, maybe. Against a man who's been to the hell and back? No way."
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They work on the grounds of the Harrington mansion, do the maintenance, mow lawns, clean and dust everything, and in a few months, they have enough money to move away. They thank Steve and Eddie, promise to call and stay in touch.
That day the last one leaves, Steve drives to the pawnshop and when the owner comes to the counter, Steve tells him: "They're gone now."
"Good job, Steve. Another group of misguided youth brought back to the right path. You're so good at this, it's almost disgusting." A glass of vodka finds its way to Steve's hand and he laughs, drinks with his friend to success.
As Steve turns around to leave, he nods at Murray. "Just warn a guy the next time, okay? You're lucky Eddie got to them first."
Murray grins back. "Saved by a monster. How poetic."
And he mouths along with Steve's words, when he corrects him: "Not a monster. My boyfriend."
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And I Say To You (Soon You'll Get Better) | Laura Freigang
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warnings: flu and other general sickness stuff
word count: 1160
summary: you get sick and your lovely girlfriend looks after you. when she gets sick, you repay the favour
a/n: requested, thanks for sending this in 🥰
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It started as a tickle in your throat.
You drank as much water as you could to try and get rid of it but it doesn’t work.
Barely a day after your realisation, you’re waking up with a full body ache.
Sneezes and a coughing fit follow suit and you’re breathless by the time you manage to get it under control.
Gentle, cool fingers slide themselves under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. It doesn’t take much for you to figure out who they belong to, even when your head is pounding.
‘Sorry for waking you.’ You hoarsely say, wincing at how dry your throat is.
‘It’s okay.’ Your girlfriend whispers.
Her hands touch your forehead and Laura frowns worriedly.
‘You’re burning up baby.’
‘S’okay.’ You mumble tiredly, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.
Everything is a little hazy but you can feel the bed dip as the blonde leaves.
She’s back a moment later, fever reducers, lozenges and a mug of warm water in hand.
You groan as she gets you to sit up. The world swims a little and you don’t like it.
A distressed whine must have left your lips because the striker seems doubly worried now as she looks you over.
Her palm rests against your forehead again and her brows are furrowed anxiously as she pulls away.
The mug is pressed into your hands and your girlfriend helps guide it to your lips.
You sip slowly and Laura hums in approval.
She swaps the mug out for the medication after a few minutes.
‘You’ll feel better after these, I promise.’ She coaxes.
‘Thanks schatz.’ You murmur and she kisses your too hot cheek.
‘I’ll let the staff know we’re not coming for training today.’
‘No no. You should go. I’ll be okay.’ You immediately say.
The striker shakes her head, already putting the mug and remaining medication away.
‘I’m staying here to look after you.’
‘Lau…’ You try but she is adamant.
‘You know you would do the same for me.’ She states, leaving no room for argument as she strips her shirt off.
She slowly eases yours up and over your head before getting you to lie back down with her.
Your girlfriend spoons you close, smiling when she hears the sigh of relief you let out. Her body is so much cooler and is a welcome touch against your feverish one.
Carefully, she pulls the blanket back over both your bodies and you melt into the German forward.
Laura’s efforts have made you feel a lot more comfortable that it’s not long before you are falling back asleep.
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It’s your girlfriend’s hushed voice that registers on your bleary mind when you begin to come to.
‘No her fever hasn’t broken yet so you may as well go ahead and tell the coaching team that we’re both not going to be able to come in tomorrow.’
You crack open an eye, making out the blonde’s figure in the dimly lit room.
She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her phone held to her ear.
In doing so, you note with some displeasure that your head still hurts.
Shifting your body, you find out that the rest of your body still does too.
Laura must have heard the sheets rustling because she turns around immediately and hangs up the call with a rushed, ‘I’ll call you back later Lara.’
‘Hi.’ You mumble as she fusses over you.
‘Your temperature is still running too high.’ She unhappily says after checking once more, this time with an actual thermometer.
Curiously, you ask, ‘Where did you get that?’
Your fever is not so high as to forget that you do not own a thermometer.
‘I had a few of our teammates drop off some stuff earlier.’ The blonde explains, blushing a little.
‘I love you.’
Your favourite person smiles, gently pressing her lips against yours.
You melt until you remember that you remember that you are sick.
Weakly, you push her away, ‘Lau! No kissing! No kissing! I don’t want you to catch my bug.’
Your girlfriend laughs, ‘My girl I hate to remind you but I’ve been cuddled up with you all day. Kissing you doesn’t make a difference because I have already been exposed to your germs.’
Your eyes widen and the striker giggles again.
‘Don’t worry, I love you and that includes your germs. Plus I have a great immune system.’ She confidently states.
The striker firmly kisses you once more to prove her point.
You kind of want to keep her away, to make sure she doesn’t get sick despite what she had said but you are really feeling too ill.
You’re exhausted too and as Laura keeps running her fingers through your hair, with you settled on your chest, your eyes begin to slip close.
‘Sleep my love.’ She whispers.
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When you next wake up, it’s because Laura’s hand is on your forehead.
‘Hey you.’ She smiles.
You smile back, feeling significantly better. Your head is clear and your limbs hurt less.
‘Your fever’s broken.’ The blonde murmurs, affectionately stroking the space between your eyebrows with her thumb.
‘What time is it?’ You ask.
‘Late. Four in the morning last I checked.’ She answers, after thinking for a moment.
‘Schatz! What are you doing up?’
The forward shrugs, ‘Looking after you of course. I couldn’t sleep till I knew for sure that your fever’s gone down.’
You pull your girlfriend down beside you.
‘I love you so much. So so much.’ You whisper.
‘Love you too.’ Laura easily promises.
‘My fever is gone so please get some sleep.’ You insist, somewhat guiltily realising that she has the beginnings of dark circles forming around her eyes.
‘Take your medicine first. You’re due for another dose.’ The German woman argues, pointing to the pills and bottle of water set neatly on your bedside table.
You do as she asks and then tuck her into your side, kissing her chastely.
‘Goodnight schatz.’
******
Laura’s right.
Her immune system is strong and she does not catch whatever illness you have.
She does however wind up with a cold after her impromptu snowball fight with Lina.
Then it’s your turn to look after her, holding her close as she sleeps restlessly, her fever running its course.
‘Love you.’ You whisper to your silly, silly girlfriend.
She had really gone at it with the Bayern midfielder, the both of them stuffing handfuls of snow down the back of each other’s shirts.
It had been hilarious and you are sure the photos would turn out so too. You love that side of Laura, the one that draws in everyone, fans and teammates alike with her antics.
But this other side of the blonde, the one that only you see, who makes grabby hands for your cuddles with fever flushed cheeks and whines when she has to take her medicine, well you love it too.
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German Translation:
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Pumpkins & Picnics II Laura Wienroither x Reader
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masterlist I word count: 1771
Your girlfriend Laura and you were already about to leave Beth and Vivianne’s home which you visited earlier in the day when the Dutch woman put on a serious face: “Wait a second. Bring her home safely, okay?” “Of course, Viv.”, you reassured the older teammate not without a little eye roll at her direction. Home was not their place anymore for the Austrian home was the appartement you shared together. Smiling Beth scolded the dark-haired forward: “Viv leave the children alone.” “Sorry, Viv can be such a dad.”, Laura apologized.
But you just waved it off with a small grin on your lips: “It’s fine, I’m used to it by now.” “They’re really just looking out for me.”, the defender told you. With a sigh you admitted: “That’s in equal parts adorable and annoying because they should trust me by now.” “They do. Really.”, your girlfriend told you in a comforting tone which put your mind at ease.  
“Girls, you almost forgot your coats. You’ll need them for your outdoor picnic!”, Beth said making both of your heads turn as she handed you the coats.  “It’s not even that cold Beth. You’re such a mum.”, Laura laughed but the way she looked at the older forward was full of love. Nonchalantly the blonde shrugged her shoulders: “I don’t want you two to get sick that’s all, she stopped for a second before adding with a wink, Besides Arsenal needs your girlfriend let.” “Yes, yes I know.”, the Austrian mumbled.
Softly you tapped your girlfriend on her shoulder: “Come on, let’s go, Lau.” “Coming.”, she replied. Beaming you waved at the older couple: “Goodbye, Viv and Beth.” “Have fun, girls.”, the English national team player hummed.
It was a beautiful autumn day outside. The leaves were turning into all shades of yellow, orange and were softly falling from the trees. The lake to which you went was mirroring the colourful trees. “I think we can do our picnic here.”, you pointed to a place from where you had a perfect view at the water. While Laura and you were unpacking your things the Austrian whispered:” That’s beautiful.” “It really is, do you want a hot drink now?”, you asked her cheerfully. Excited your girlfriend nodded: “Yes, please. What have you got? Tea? Hot chocolate?” “Actually both.”, you confessed. The smile which appeared on her face warmed your heart as she stated: “Oh my god, you’re the best.”
“Only the best for you, Lau.”, you grinned as you handed her a cup of hot chocolate. The defender took it with both hands and breathed in the steam with closed eyes; “If I weren’t in love with you already, I’d be right now.” You fondly rolled your eyes as you poured yourself some hot chocolate; “Cheers.” Carefully, Laura clinked her cup against yours before taking the first sip; “It’s delicious.“ A comfortable silence settled in while you enjoyed the view with your hot drinks.
You quietly cleared your throat to draw your girlfriends attention back to you; “Lau? I’m so proud of your first run yesterday.” Her excited smile was the same as yesterday when she took her first steps out of the gym; “Thank you. It felt great to be back on the grass.” “I can imagine…”, you replied quietly, your gaze subconsciously shifting towards your own knee. One hand was tracing circles on your jeans in the places where your own knee surgery had left scars. “I can’t wait to play again.”, Laura went on, the longing for the football pitch now overshadowing the pride for her achievements. You nodded slowly; “Me neither. Something’s missing when you’re not on the field.“
With a mix of genuine light-heartedness and self-deprecation, she laughed; “I didn’t play that much anyway.“ “Right before your injury you did.“, you corrected her, biting your lip for bringing up the other injuries in the squad. Laura patted your knee; “Don’t worry, I’m okay. The ACL Squad is taking good care of me.“ “I’m glad they do. Because I can’t always be there like they can…“, you could not avoid the slight hint of sadness in your voice. At the same time you loved the team for it. Beth and Vivianne let Laura stay with them whenever she wanted and Leah was always in the gym when Laura was, celebrating every small progress. “I know.“, Laura answered with a soft voice. “Sorry.“ “It’s okay. Really.“
You could feel the mood shift and didn’t want it to affect your date, so you started to unwrap freshly baked cinnamon buns and offered them to your girlfriend; “Cinnamon bun?“ Lauras eyes went wide as soon as the smell of cinnamon and butter met her nose. Delighted, she took one; “Sure, thank you.“ “You’re welcome, love.“, you smiled warmly and took one for yourself. Laura took the first bite and hummed happily; “They’re so good.“ “Yes, I made them with the other Swedish Girls.“, you explained, satisfied with how much your girlfriend enjoyed the taste.The Austrian’s beamed: “Nothing better than real Swedish cinnamon buns.” “Agreed.”, you winked at her. Sheepishly smiling Laura admitted: “I could eat all of them.” “Seems like we need to make some more before Jonas team meeting.”, you observed amused your girlfriend’s hunger for the Scandinavian treat. The taste and scent of cinnamon buns always put a smile on your face because it reminded you of your home country.
The blonde could not help but to tease you: “Are you trying to convince him to let you start?” “Rude!”, you playfully slapped her upper arm. Innocently she smiled back: “What? It was just a question.” “Maybe I should them to Lina.”, you thought out loud. Your teammate really shined in recent national team games so it would have been only fair for her to get more game time in the club aswell. Confusion was in Lauras voice as she asked: “What?” “So, she is able to start?”, you explained. Determined the defender shook her head, holding the baked goods close to her chest:” You keep those delicious cinnamon buns right here.” “Okay, got it, Lau.”, you giggled. Pleased about your answer your girlfriend replied: “Thanks.”
A leaf slowly fell from the branch on to your light hair.: “Huch.”  “Oh wait. Let me get this one out of your hair.”, Laura offered while carefully removing the leaf from the top of your head. It was those small gestures that made you fall more in love with her everyday: “Thanks, Lau.” “Cute.”, she remarked. Grinning you suggested: “Maybe we should take that leave with us as decoration?” “To put it in your hair?”, the defender joked. You could not help but laugh: “No for our appartement.” “Oh. Right.”, Laura blushed.
Curiously you watched her walking around your blanket:” What are you doing?” “Picking up more leaves?”, the Austrian replied with an adorable smile. Immediately you stood up from your cozy place:“Wait, let me help you.” “Lia would be proud of us.”, she exclaimed delighted by that task which was something different to her monotone rehab days. You had to agree with your girlfriend’s observation: “Yes, except she wouldn’t let us take the leaves inside a house.” The Swiss woman was known in your team for always cleaning of her front porch as she did not like them there. Still, she was one of your closest teammates despite her peculiarities because let's be real everyone has them.
“I guess that’s true.“, Laura nodded thoughtfully. “She’s missing out on that though.“, you laughed. You looked up as your girlfriend didn’t answer. She was looking up at the exceptionally blue sky and the colourful trees, breathing in the crisp air. “It’s such a nice autumn day too. What’s more autumnal than colourful leaves?“, she finally said. “Very true.“, you agreed. “Oh, I know something.“, the Austrian answered her own question all of a sudden.
You cocked your head in surprise, waiting for her to go on; “Yes?“ “Pumpkins would be perfect right now.“, she beamed at you. Your jaw dropped; “Oh my god. Yes.“ Nothing screamed autumn quite like pumpkins did. “We could carve them. Or make pumpkin soup.“, Laura suggested, her eyes bright with excitement. “Or both. What do you think about that?“ Eagerly, your girlfriend nodded; “I’m in.“ “So, time to get a pumpkin.“, you said, starting to pack up your picnic. “Or two.“, Laura grinned while folding the blanket. “Right. One for carving and one for the soup.“
Holding hands, you left the lake side and made your way to a farmers market. Laura let out a squeal of delight when she saw a pile of pumpkins displayed. Carefully, she touched the smooth, round surface of one. You knew she had already decided to take this specific pumpkin home. “Maybe Viv and Beth want to carve a pumpkin too. What if we do an Arsenal themed one?“, you asked. “We should!“, she agreed. Together, you picked out some pumpkins. They were probably more than you would need but Laura was convinced to take them home.
At Beths and Viviannes house, you dropped off the pumpkins. Vivianne was eyeing the amount of vegetables on her kitchen tables while Laura and Beth immediately got to work to cook a pumpkin soup. The soup was slowly simmering on the stove, filling the kitchen with a delicious smell. Beth looked at the left over pumpkins on the table and grabbed a knife for carving; “So, Arsenal themed, huh?“ “Yeah, why?“, Laura asked innocently. Beth turned the pumpkin, trying to find the perfect side to work with; “Should it be the Club’s Logo?“ Amused, Laura shrugged and gave the older player a challenging look; “If you’re artistic enough for that.“
“Do we have something easier?“, Vivianne asked, not convinced that any of them would be able to reproduce the intricate details on a pumpkin. “We could do Win, the dog.“, Beth suggested. She and Laura had taken a particular liking to the team dog, so Laura nodded; “Oh yes!“ “As if that’s easier.“, Viv rolled her eyes but finally gave in. Happy with the outcome, you took out your phone and snapped a picture of the dog-themed pumpkin; “We finally made the pumpkin! Let me send this into the team group chat.“ “It looks like a cat though.“, Vivianne criticized with a smile. Beth nudged her; “Oh shush. The pumpkin soup is ready too.“
The sun was setting and your carved pumpkin illuminated the kitchen while you were crowded around the table enjoying the warm, comforting taste of the soup. You smiled to yourself. It was the perfect cozy autumn night to end the day.
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can you do a ficlet for ignorance is bliss snake with leah?
ignorance is bliss (2)
"morning wally." you greeted the swiss woman with a friendly smile, dropping into the vacant seat beside her with your tray of breakfast. "good morning, and where is your other half?" lia questioned with a raised eyebrow as you shrugged.
"around, i'm sure she'll be in for food sooner or later you know what she's like." you chuckled, the two of you falling into conversation about the luke coombs concert you were all going to later in the week.
"where's your wife then?" katie, amanda and stina joined the two of you as you finished off your toast and eggs. "she's just gotten here. good morning work wife!" you cooed, squeezing the irish womans cheeks who rolled her eyes. "ha ha, very funny."
"she's around." you once again shrugged off the question, turning your attention toward stina and amanda, chatting away with them for awhile as there was still no sign of
"i have to go see the physio before training." you excused yourself, grabbing your empty dishes. "yeah you better tape that ankle up tight, stina's out for blood." katie teased as the blondes face flushed bright red.
after a particularly awkward tackle earlier in the week at training with the swede your ankle had felt a little off, but after a scan you were cleared to train and to play, you just needed to listen to your body if anything got worse.
"ignore her stin! you know i said i wasn't upset, it was an accident." you cut off the older girl as she opened her mouth to likely ramble out her one hundreth apology for the week, having gone as far as to send you flowers which melted your heart, and softened leahs who was also ready to kill the poor girl afterwards.
"she might not be upset but leah is. maybe you should go and tape your ankle too in case big bad williamsons on the revenge tour." katie continued to tease as lia smacked her shoulder and you rolled your eyes.
"ignore her, she's just jealous you stopped a goal and its her fault her team conceeded one and lost." you smiled sarcastically, despite the tackle your team having come out victorious, katie unable to stop vic from scoring the winner in the last few seconds of the 11 on 11 game in training.
"oi!" you hurried off as katie scowled at you, blowing her a kiss and handing in your dishes with a complimentary smile, heading toward the medical room.
it wasn't more than two minutes later when your girlfriend stormed in, eyes scanning the room and narrowing further into her pissed off scowl as she was unable to spot you. "there you are! where have you been? breakfast is almost done?" lia scolded as leah arrived to the table.
"where is she?" the defender ignored her and asked bluntly, looking around the room but still unable to see you, but she knew you'd be here somewhere. "who? your missus? just missed her." katie shrugged unhelpfully as leah fixed her with a glare.
"physio. what has happened?" lia asked softly, grabbing the girls arm with a raised eyebrow of concern at her friends obvious sour mood. "can't tell you. i might need an alibi for once i've murdered her!" leah growled, shaking the swiss's hand off and storming away.
laura and teyah jumped in surprise as leah burst through the doors of the medical room, head swinging side to side and groaning as again there was no sight of you. "good morning!" laura greeted with a friendly smile as leah marched over, teyah grumbling the same though a little more hesitantly at the pissed off look on her team mates face.
"where is she?" leah asked, hands on hips as the physio responded you'd been taped and had just left to go downstairs to see one of the training staff about if they wanted you to do a specific program.
"is everything alright leah?" teyah asked with a frown, the blonde dismissing her with a mumble and a wave and zooming out of the room. "i think we might have a new regular in here with us for treatment soon lau." the blonde chuckled as laura hummed in agreement.
"hey there is a speed limit here you know." viv chuckled as leah sprinted into the gym, again looking around frantically and groaning, wanting to yank her hair out as again it would seemed she just missed you.
"she went out to the pitch." kim answered, sensing her and viv weren't who leah was currently after as leah mumbled something along the lines of a thank you and made her hasty exit.
"hey! eat this please." lia warned, grabbing leahs wrist as she zoomed past her, halting her in her tracks and shoving a protein bar in her hand. "leah." the swiss midfielder warned sternly as leah tried to hurry off.
with a huff she fell into step with her, ripping open the bar and taking an aggressively large bite. "are you going to tell me what has happened now?" lia questioned with a glance to her side, leah exhaling heavily as she finished her mouthful and they strode onto the pitch.
"fuck well it all started this morning-" leah started to explain however as she glanced up and her blue eyes locked onto the back of her head she was once more fueled with rage. "leah!" lia groaned as she dropped the remaining half of her protein bar and sprinted across the pitch toward you.
"what have you done this time?" beth questioned suddenly as you stretched, giving her a confused look. "what?" you asked with a frown. "well your girlfriend is flyin over here and she looks like she's about to kill you in five, four, three-" beth started to count down as you stood and glanced over your shoulder, eyes widenening.
"oh no you don't!" leah chuckled as you tried to run, her body hurtling into yours and taking the two of you down onto the grass, rolling and wrestling around before you were pulled apart. "mccabe, move." leah warned as you hid behind the irishwoman.
"katie, stay." you warned, hands grabbing her waist. "work wife duties, sorry lee." the brunette shrugged, leah scoffing and lunging forward before jen and lia pulled her back.
"right okay what has happened? explain!" lia ordered sternly as you peeked over katie's shoulder, stepping out from behind her seeing the firm grip jen had on your girlfriends bicep.
"whats happened? whats happened? go on then, tell them! tell them what you did!" leah scowled, pulling against jen but having no luck. "i didn't do anything you didn't deserve." you shrugged simply, diving back behind katie as a human shield as leah broke free before jen grabbed her again.
"okay enough! you first, go." lia ordered, fixing leah with a stern glare as she opened her mouth to protest. "she made me fucking walk to colney this morning!" leah pointed at you accusingly as lia looked at you in shock.
"don't start on me wally. she's being dramatic, as per usual." you scoffed, leah letting fly a string of choice words in your direction, her language creatively colorful. "explain." lia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose like a disappointed parent.
"well as we all know miss fast and furious williamson over here has her license currently suspended, for what? repeated speeding offences!" you huffed with a roll of your eyes. "which makes me the driver in the relationship."
"but she is the worst backseat fucking driver in existence! babe you're going top slow, babe you're going the wrong way, babe just listen to me i can get us there faster, babe i'd like to get there before i'm thirty." you mocked your girlfriends thick accent with a scowl.
"and this morning i had enough! so yeah i stopped on the side of the road about two minutes from colney and made her walk. and until she apologizes and learns how to be a silent and respectful passenger, she will continue to walk everywhere!" and with that you stormed off, joining a few of the other girls for warm ups as far away from leah as you could get.
"leah, the poor girls doing you a favor and this is how ya treat her? i'd make you walk too!" katie remanded with a shake of her head as leah groaned and jen let go of her, the blonde dragging her hands down her face.
"nah you don't understand how frustrating she is. she drives like a grandma well under the speed limit, never listens to my directions, takes the longest routes just because thats what the gps says. she stops at every single orange, gives way to everyone and lets anyone merge even when they are an absolutely pushy asshole about it." leah vented in frustration.
"so she is...a safe driver." lia asked bluntly as leah scoffed repeatedly struggling to come up with a response. "leah. you lost your license for speeding, something she was always warning you about. what would you do if she ever got into an accident?" lia questioned as her friends face paled.
"i don't ever want to even think about that." "right. so then how do you think she felt worrying about you anytime you were behind the wheel and speeding without a second thought?" "yeah alright, you may have a point." leah groaned realising she was the one in the wrong here, her previous anger fast dissipating away.
however now it seemed to be your turn, as despite her many attempts to talk to you throughout training you blanked her at every chance you got, right up until the end of the day where you'd dropped her gym bag at her feet and striding off without a word.
"need a lift?" katie had asked with an amused smile, twirling her keys around on her fingers as leah sighed deeply but nodded, following her out to her car.
"good luck." the irishwoman chuckled as leah mumbled a thank you as she dropped her off, dragging her feet up the driveway. she let herself in with her keys, nose hit with the scent of lavender from your diffuser and hearing the telly going in the living room.
kicking off her trainers and hanging up her bag she gripped the flowers in her hand that she'd made katie stop for, padding over to where she found you laid down on the lounge, already showered and changed.
"so i might owe you an apology." leah started, your head whipping toward her with a hard look. "i do owe you an apology." leah quickly corrected herself, moving to stand closer. "i am very very sorry for being a shit passenger and a big mouthed backseat driver." leah apologized sincerely.
"it's my own fault that i've not got a license and i need to be grateful for the fact that you do and that you drive me everywhere. i love you and i promise that as soon as my license is back no more speeding." leah promised, eyes shining brightly as you sighed, unable to stay mad at her for very long.
"are those for me?" you asked softly with a nod at the flowers in her hand. "beautiful girls deserve beautiful flowers for putting up with their girlfriends nonesense." leah held them out to you as you sat up and accepted them.
"don't forget their girlfriends stubbornness, recklessness and overall downright sometimes just annoying behavior." you spoke but with a smile so leah knew you were only joking. "yes, that too. are we okay?" leah worried, sitting down beside you as you nodded.
"yeah, we're okay baby. but if you ever tell me how to drive again i will not even hesitate to actually make you walk all the way from here to colney." "understood my girl, very much understood."
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