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yeehaw4yoongi · 2 years

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Iced Americano | JJK

Pairing: jk x barista female reader

Rating: 18+ | minors dni | nsfw

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: drinking alcohol, kissing, some swearing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, mentions of cum, titty play, mentions of food/eating, mentions of milk (but literally just milk nothing nasty is being done with the milk), shower sex, dom-ish jk

Genre: fluff, smut, non-idol au, strangers to lovers, some angst

Summary: You wake up thinking today would be like any other day but you were wrong.

A/N: Hi tumblr! This is my first stab at writing any kind of fanfic. I'm new to all the warnings, categories, and abbreviations so please bear with me. Thinking about doing a part 2 since I feel like there is so much build up in this half, so if you enjoyed it, please comment, reblog, and like!

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Today started like most of your days do. The alarm yanks you out of your slumber at 4:30AM and you drag yourself to the shower. You have about half an hour to get to the bus so you can make it to work at 6:00AM. You sprint to your stop and make it just as the bus pulls up. You won’t be late today.

As you ride down the dark city streets you make a list of everything that needs to be done to open the cafe by 7:00AM. You take inventory of everyone out and about already hard at work. Street sweepers and stall keepers mill around setting the scene for the world that has yet to wake. Despite the start time, you love the opening shift. It’s where humans on different paths cross as night transitions into the morning. Party people with pupils the size of the moon and 9 to 5’ers alike find themselves convening in the queue for coffee. The day goes by as usual. Taking orders, making light conversation, steaming milk, and cleaning up empty cups make the morning go by quickly, and before you know it’s nearly time for the shift change. By now the freshness of the morning ceases to exist. You’re covered in coffee grounds and sweat has taken its toll on your makeup. You switch out the till drawer and head to the office to count the morning’s takings. Once you finish, you collect your bag and head back into the bustling cafe. It’s a small space so you weave your way through the crowded shop. You stop by the counter on your way out to bid your workmate adieu and that’s when you notice him.

His tall slender frame leans against the counter as he orders an iced americano. He reaches for his wallet and you notice the tattoos on his hands. You don’t allow yourself to keep looking. Instead, you push passed him and the other people queuing and head for the door. One of your workmates shouts behind you “see you tomorrow!” and as you turn around to wave you meet eyes with Iced Americano. For a split second, your heart plummets into your stomach. He looks down at his phone and you’re released from his grip. He seems unfazed but the depth of his glance has shaken you. Walking down the street toward the bus you brush off the interaction. This city is full of attractive people. You serve them every day. What made him different?

“Never mind,” you tell yourself as you climb the steps to the top deck of the bus. You have errands to run and a friend’s birthday dinner to go to tonight. As the afternoon wanes you forget about Iced Americano and go about getting ready for the evening’s festivities. You make your best effort. The restaurant you’re going to for the party is one of the nicest Italian places in town and you want to look the part.

The city sparkles as you make your way through town in the cold. You see the restaurant down the road. The warmth practically flows out of the windows. As you enter, you’re met with a scene of beauty. Peach-colored light is defused through sheer fabric dressed around each of the fixtures that hang from the ceiling. They reflect off of the polished brass glass rack hanging above the marble-top bar and bathe the marble walls in a rose gold hue. Vintage mirrors hang above a row of pale blue booth seats that run parallel to the bar and give way to the dining room. You stand at the door and take it all in. Scanning the dining room you realize you’re the first of your group to arrive. The maitre d’ pulls out one of the plush mint green bar stools and motions for you to take a seat. You order yourself a glass of wine and pass the time looking through your phone. As you wait, the bar fills up around you. Your phone buzzes and it’s your friend saying they’re nearly there. You motion to the bartender to close out your tab. He places the bill on the bar. When you look down you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye- a tattoo and more importantly the hand it belongs to. How long had Iced Americano been there? Your eyes never leave the tray the receipt is on as you slide it towards you. That’s when you hear his voice. “What wine are you drinking?” You mess up your signature but decide there’s no way he was talking to you and so you push the tray back toward the bartender and place your card back in your wallet. It’s when you get up to tell the maitre d’ your group has almost arrived that you meet Iced Americano’s gaze. Turns out he was talking to you. He looks at you with an inquisitive brow as he awaits your response.

“I, I uh, it’s the Cabernet” you manage to blurt out through your shock. The bartender nods at Iced Americano and he orders the Cabernet. “Thank you,” he says with a wide smile. You stand there looking up at him for what was probably only 2 seconds but feels like much longer. Just then your friends swan in and swallow you up in their hugs and kisses of greeting. You look back at Iced Americano and smile and give him a small wave as you head to your table.

Your seat at the table faces one of the mirrors hung on the walls. You and your friends order two bottles of wine and some small plates to start. You’re wrapped up in the comfort of their company. Everyone is sharing the highlights of their day and listening as the birthday girl lists off all of the presents she’s gotten. As the server brings the wine and serves a sample to your friend you look up into the mirror. Sitting at the table directly behind you is Iced Americano with two others. His seat at the table gives you a clear view of his face in the mirror’s reflection. You try your best to stay engaged in the conversation happening at your table but the image in the mirror pulls your gaze back to it. His face is kind and his eyes are soft and doe-like. The curve of his jaw is sharp. Even through the vintage mirror, you can tell his bone structure resembles that of a statue. You’ve lost yourself in his image and he must have felt you staring because his eyes look up to meet yours. You’re rendered breathless but you don’t divert your eyes. The server pours your glass of wine and you refocus on the table.

Several food courses and drinks go by before the bill inevitably arrives. Your party wraps up and as you collect your things to leave you steal another glance at Iced Americano in the mirror hoping it won’t be the last. You make your way out with your group and wait with them as each of their cabs arrive. Standing alone on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant you watch your Uber get closer and closer to picking you up but you’re not ready to go home yet. You look behind you through the restaurant window and see Iced Americano sitting at the bar. You decide to throw caution to the wind and cancel the Uber.

The liquid courage running through your veins makes it easy, a little too easy, to take the seat directly next to the man that has captured your attention. You don’t say anything to him as the weight of your decision begins to hit you. It’s too late now, and when the bartender asks what you would like you say, “He and I will have an espresso martini,” and motion to Iced Americano sitting next to you. He looks at you with a surprised look and you grin. “Did you order that for me?” he asks with a chuckle. You nod. “What’s your name?” you ask. He responds, “My name is Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you.”

You sit at the bar nursing your drinks and talking. He’s in town working for a couple of days. You mention being a barista but don’t mention where. You talk about traveling and the places you’ve been, comparing notes on cities you’ve both visited. He is incredibly well-traveled and regales you with stories about his time spent on the road. As you chat the restaurant starts closing down. Eventually, the bartender makes the last call and Jungkook asks if you’d like to take a bottle of wine to go. The idea sends a tingle up your spine. You initially thought the espresso martini would be the nightcap but your shift doesn’t start until the afternoon the next day, and why wouldn’t you get a bottle of wine to go? You answer him, “I’d love to. I know a place we can go with it.”

When you step outside the cold air hits your lungs and the warm blur from inside the restaurant sharpens. You are greeted by the sounds of cabs passing by and people chatting and laughing as they make their way to the train station. The city lights shine and wrap you up. You feel safe under them. The libations from dinner and the impromptu nightcap make your mind feel light and optimistic like anything could happen. As though somehow this moment is the beginning of your life.

You start walking down the road and turn to see if Jungkook is following you. He’s still standing at the door holding the wine and thanking the staff for a wonderful meal and exquisite service. Waiting for him a few paces along the sidewalk you take the opportunity to admire his whole form. He’s tall with broad strong shoulders. His turtleneck hugs his arms and chest and his slacks are perfectly tailored - a statue. As he walks toward you he asks, “Where do we go next?”

The two of you make your way through town passing the theatre district down to the river. You find a bench along the bank and take a seat to watch boats pass while lights on the other side twinkle in the background. He had the forethought to ask the bartender to uncork the wine but you both forgot cups. He playfully pulls the cork and takes a swig straight from the bottle and then hands it to you. It’s cold out but you don’t feel it. Maybe it’s the wine? Maybe it’s him? Either way, you never feel uncomfortable. You talk with him about what brought you to the city and how you love being there. He listens intently and seems to hang on to your every word. Time flies as you take turns drinking the wine and before you know it, the bottle is empty. You sit there with him in the dark a bit longer looking out over the water. The silence between you is pleasant. You can feel his arm up against yours and you fight the urge to take his hand at that moment.

He looks at his phone and breaks the silence, “Let’s walk back to where I’m staying and I can get you a cab back home.” By now, you know that even if you didn’t desperately want to walk him home, you’ve had so much wine that there’s no way you can get into a vehicle without walking it off a bit. As you stroll up to the beautiful historic hotel, you see there’s a town car parked in the front. “This is for you,” Jungkook says with a smile and motions to the car. Going home is the last thing you want to do but you don’t want to force anything. You thank him for the ride and tell him you hope he has a great remainder of his stay in town. As you turn toward the car, Jungkook takes your hand in his and pulls you toward him into a hug. You breathe him in and he smells like clean fresh laundry. “Thank you for showing me around,” he says releasing you, “I had a great time.” You go to respond but don’t get the chance. He leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you around,” he whispers in your ear with a sly smile and you stand there stunned. He notices that you’ve been caught off guard and walks to the side of the car and opens the door. That’s your cue. You get into the backseat and he closes the door behind you, giving a small wave as the car pulls away from the hotel.

Your whole body buzzes as you ride through the city. When you get home you realize you never exchanged numbers. As you sink into bed you replay the events of the evening in your mind. Every look, every word, every brush of his arm against yours. The kiss cycles over and over. Even if it was just tonight, it was worth it.

The next day you have a slow morning. By some miracle, you aren’t hungover but the booze has made you feel sluggish. You think about Jungkook as you get ready for work that afternoon and while heading to the bus stop. You think about him as you ride through town and as you walk to the cafe. You can’t shake him and you don’t want to. Deep down you tell yourself not to get your hopes up. What are the chances of you seeing him again? Despite you trying to manage your expectations, you watch the cafe door your entire shift hoping he’ll appear there. Patron after patron comes in. No Jungkook. Finally, you give up hope that he’ll come in but that doesn’t stop you from thinking about the night before. You spend the rest of the shift on autopilot, stuck in your endless daydream. You close up the shop and head back home. You have to open up the next day and can’t afford another late night. Riding the bus, your mind drifts to last night. It remembers the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. It remembers the feeling of his lips pushed against yours and the feeling of his breath on your ear.

Once again, your alarm startles you awake at 4:30AM. Another day, another shift. You’ve accepted the idea that your evening with Jungkook was only a brief encounter and one of the many perks of living in the city. You never know who you’ll meet and what will happen. The memory will live fondly in the back of your mind for a while until time inevitably reduces it to a blip on the timeline of your life. The shift goes by as normal and you greet and serve the first arrivals into the shop. The morning is peppered with the regular corporate types and rave stragglers. You spend your time chatting, catching up with them, and listening to what they have planned for the rest of their day. As the lunch rush starts to pick up, the queue for service extends to just outside of the door. You’re nearing the end of your shift but there’s still a lot to do, so you move from the till to behind the coffee machine to help your workmate with the influx of coffee orders flooding in.

As you steam the milk at the end of the counter, you grow tired and the awareness of what’s happening around you disappears. It’s just you and the milk pitcher. You watch the milk swirl around in the jug making sure not to burn it. With your focus on the upcoming orders you never see Jungkook enter the cafe, but now he is standing at the end of the counter and says, “Hi” breaking your focus. When you look up and see who the greeting comes from, you almost don’t believe your eyes. The chances of you meeting again seemed slim and yet here he is. You realize that you’re fully staring at him, mouth agape. You try to respond like someone who has spoken before but your “Hey! How are you?” comes out as more of an abrupt shout. He doesn't skip a beat and tells you that he was meant to leave town the day before but that he still had some things to wrap up and extended his trip a few days. You’re delighted by this news but you do your best to stay cool and nonchalant. His drink is a few places behind others in line but none of the other patrons matter anymore. You make each drink and just slide them to the end of the counter as you and Jungkook chat. He didn’t know you worked here and mentioned how he was in the cafe a few days ago. You pretend not to remember. Finally, his drink is up. Unlike the coffees before his, you take extra care and gently slide the drink directly toward him. He asks you for a lid and as you go to put it on, there is a brief fumble. He doesn’t anticipate you putting the lid on for him and reaches to secure it as you place it on top of his cup. His slender fingers and soft palm land directly on the top of your hand. You both look up at each other and giggle. He takes a sip of his drink and thanks you for making it just right. You swoon and he notices. He says that he’s been given tickets to a show later that night and asks if you’d like to go with him. You exchange a glance with your workmate standing to your left. She has completely stopped making espresso shots and is waiting for you to respond to him while nodding her head as though to say, “Say yes, fool!”. You quickly turn back to face Jungkook and tell him, “sounds great”. Noticing that the number of people waiting for their coffee has caused a crowd to form, he takes a pen from his bag and writes his number on a napkin, and hands it to you. “Send me your address. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

As soon as you finish work you text him your address. [See you soon.] he replies. You race home and start the process of getting ready. No task is spared as you prep for a night on the town with quite possibly the most beautiful man on the planet. You try on all of your clothes and then all of your roommate’s clothes before finally deciding on what you’ll wear. You put on the designer perfume your grandmother gave you for your birthday. Promptly at 7:00PM your phone buzzes. You give yourself a last look and take a deep breath. When you open the front door, there is Jungkook sitting on the street in an Aston Martin. He gets out of the car and goes around the other side to open the passenger door. He’s wearing black combat boots, fitted black trousers, and a knit charcoal grey crew neck sweater over a white collared shirt. You walk toward him and he takes your hand to help you into the car. He gets into the driver’s seat but before he puts the car back into gear, he looks over at you and says, “You look amazing.” You thank him and reciprocate the compliment even though “amazing” doesn’t even begin to describe how gorgeous he looks. He is fucking hot with his black hair combed in a way that exposes a bit of his forehead. You fight the urge to lick your lips as you watch him wrap his tattooed fingers around the steering wheel.

You arrive at an elite member’s only Burlesque club in Soho. The hostess shows you to a cozy private booth with soft cushioned upholstery and oversized pillows that line the back. As the two of you settle in, the manager stops by the table to drop off a complimentary bottle of champagne. Jungkook smiles when he sees her and stands up to greet her with a hug and cheek kiss, as though they’ve met before. He introduces you and she winks as she greets you. She says, “Any friend of JK is a friend of mine. If you need anything at all, just ask for me.” A server comes by and takes your drink and food order just as the lights in the club dim and the spotlight flicks onto the stage. Jungkook makes sure your glass never runs dry as one beautiful woman after another takes the stage. Each one of their performances is glamorous and sensual. As the show goes on, the two of you inch closer and closer to each other until he takes his arm and puts it over your shoulder. You allow yourself to let your guard down and lean your head to the side to rest it in the nook where his chest meets his shoulder. You stay there until the show is over.

The club isn’t far from his hotel and as you stroll down the street it dawns on you that that’s the direction you’re heading in. You brace yourself for another town car. When the hotel is just within eyeshot, Jungkook makes a random but smooth turn onto a narrow alley and points out some street art on the wall. As you follow behind him trying to see what he’s talking about he turns around and slowly walks back toward you until you’ve backed yourself onto the wall opposite of the one he was looking at. He walks right up to the point where you’re nearly touching and then stops. You turn your gaze upward to look him in the eyes and he says, “I’m just kidding. I wanted a private place to kiss you.” He leans in and lays a small kiss on your lips. And then another. You kiss him back as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist and draw him in closer. For a few moments, the two of you stand there entwined seemingly suspended in time. It feels like you’re levitating. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue into yours, triggering all the butterflies in your stomach to a frenzy. Pulling back, he lays a few more small kisses on your lips before bringing your arms up around his neck and wrapping his arms around your back to pull you into him again. You stand there in silence breathing in unison. As you stroke the hair that grazes the nape of his neck he leans into yours and kisses it softly. Kissing your neck he says, “Do you,” another kiss, “want,” another kiss, “to come up,” another kiss, “with me?” You reply into the night sky as your head rolls back, and his kisses drift further down your neck, “Absolutely”.

Your heart pounds as you walk through the hotel doors but you aren’t nervous. Facing the front of the mirrored elevator doors, Jungkook stands behind you. He admires your reflections for a moment and you watch him as he drapes his left arm over the front of you while using his right hand to caress the left side of your face and turn it up to the right to meet his for a kiss. The doors ding open and you walk into the elevator. He pushes a button near the top floor and the doors close.

You are standing on opposite sides of the elevator and with each floor that passes the tension between you grows. It takes everything you have not to throw yourself on him but you test the waters and ask, “Why are you all the way over there?”. His demeanor shifts and when his gaze meets yours, you see a fire burning in his eyes. He takes the two steps across the elevator, looks over at the buttons, and smashes the Emergency stop. The elevator halts. Facing you, Jungkook raises his hand and places his thumb on your lip, applying some pressure while moving it carefully and with purpose until your mouth is slightly open. He starts to lean in, slowly sliding his thumb and index finger down to the tip of your chin, and lifts your face until your mouths meet in a deep and passionate French kiss. Your face rests gently in the palms of his hands. The way he kisses you feels like he needs you to breathe. “Can I touch you?”, he asks, his voice nearly a whisper but not quite. As he waits for your response, once again you find yourself answering into the sky but this time you’re met with your reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator. You look yourself in the eyes as they roll back into your head and you whisper, “Please”.

When the elevator doors open Jungkook slides his fingers out from your now-damp underwear and leads you into an immaculately decorated suite. He flicks on a lamp and then another and you stop at the end of the entryway to take in the space.

As you admire your surroundings, Jungkook asks if you’d like a glass of wine while he pulls back a heavy curtain to reveal a private terrace with a breathtaking view of the city. You walk over to where he’s standing by the window and look out. The city lights twinkle in a panorama. He asks you again if you’d like some wine but you are too distracted by flashbacks of the elevator ride up when he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you as he rubbed your clit with the bottom of his palm to notice Jungkook waiting for your response whilst you look out over the city. He clears his throat and you are suddenly very aware of him waiting and see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye.

You turn toward him and say, “I think I want something stronger,” as you move your hand over the front of his trousers to find what you actually want. You land on the task at hand and you feel him twitch slightly under your palm, as he begins to harden at your touch. Looking up at his face, his eyes are closed and he lets out a soft moan as he exhales. You keep your hand where it is for a bit longer before moving it up toward his waist until your fingers are touching the bottom of his sweater giving it a light tug to signal that it’s time for him to take it off. He crosses his arms over his torso, reaching to where your hands are resting near his waist, and pulls the sweater up and over his head. While his arms are still mid-air, you reach up and start unbuttoning the white collared shirt. You lay a kiss on the skin that is exposed with each undone button. He is breathing heavier now. You only get halfway through unbuttoning his shirt before he takes you by the waist and turns you toward the window. He puts his hand on your back and presses you into it just enough to indicate that he’s the one in control. His hand moves down your back to your hips and guides them into place. His other hand is busy lifting your skirt and resting the fabric on your lower back to expose your ass. “If you want something stronger, that’s what you’ll get”. You hear his zipper coming down and his belt clink as he unbuckles. The glass is cold against your palms and arms. The city continues to glow in front of you as you feel him slide your panties down.

The anticipation begins to bubble over and every part of your body throbs and screams out for him. You let out a whine when he starts teasing you with his tip, before slowly and gently sliding every inch of him inside of you. You both moan softly and relish the first moment your bodies fully meet each other. Jungkook pulls out nearly leaving you but slides himself deep inside you again. He repeats this a few times and then proceeds to slowly and steadily fuck you from behind. Each thrust is deliberate and forces you to feel all of him as he strokes your g-spot. You can feel the pressure inside of you starting to build and he can too. He gradually quickens his pace remaining consistent with the depth and cadence of his strokes. Your head gets cloudy as your orgasm continues to mount. “Fuck!” you exclaim as Jungkook starts to hammer into you with a rhythm where you cease to see straight anymore. You try to regain your composure but all you can do is plead with him not to stop- never stop. “I won’t,” he barks through gritted teeth. You come so hard that your legs nearly give out and he’s quick to catch you with one arm around your torso to keep you from buckling. He never misses a beat and the waves of your orgasm keep crashing over you.

When he feels you reach the other side of pleasure, he pulls himself out of your warmth and gently rubs the head of his cock across your ass cheeks as he releases onto them. You feel the warm trickles of his cum roll down as he steps back to admire his work. Still bent over and facing the window you look back at him over your right shoulder and see him standing there with a naughty smile stretched across his face while he pulls up his trousers. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. In an effort not to make a mess of your skirt, you unzip it and bring it up over your body and head. You drape it over one of the armchairs and hear the shower turn on in the other room. As you walk toward the sound you remove your top and drop it onto the floor.

Entering the bathroom you are met with a fully naked Jungkook. The form that you’ve admired through turtlenecks and fitted trousers is now on full display. He has a striking physique and you can tell that he takes time to maintain it. He is lean but still muscular. He’s strong but has made an effort not to overdo it so that it looks almost effortless. You can see all of his tattoos now and you’re surprised by how many there are.

Steam spills over the top of the walk-in shower and he opens the door and beckons for you to get in. He takes the sponge hanging on the wall and squeezes some soap onto it. The scent of gardenia wafts through the steam as he creates a lather and drags the sponge along the different parts of your body, paying particular attention to your ass making sure to remove whatever is still left of him. He wrings out the sponge and hangs it back on the wall. As the warm water continues to cascade down, you turn to face him and wrap your arms around his waist to pull his body close to yours. You rest your head on his chest and feel him breathe. Still captured in your embrace, Jungkook turns the two of you as a unit so that you are facing him as he slowly sits down on the banquette that is built into the shower. You continue to stand. You place your hands under his chin and tilt his head so that he’s looking straight up into your eyes. You lean down to kiss him. He kisses you back gently and when you move your head to change angles you catch a peek of his face through your partially closed eyes. His brow is furrowed as though he is savoring every second of this kiss. His expression is soft and sincere. It makes you feel like at that moment, you belong to each other. Like you want to take care of him. To protect his heart. To make sure he always feels cherished. You start to lose yourself in your head as you continue to caress him. The emotions rising into your throat border on heartbreaking. You know this is a fleeting moment. Nothing is promised after tonight.

You pull back from the kiss and start to straighten your stance, while he glides his mouth down your neck and chest until he has one of your breasts in his mouth. You feel his tongue circling your nipple as his hand takes your other breast into it. He rubs his thumb over your other nipple while using his free arm to keep you close to him. Gently, you comb your fingers through the wet hair on the back of his head and hold it as he transfers his mouth to your other breast. You reach down between his legs as he continues to suck on your tits and find that he is hard.

Jungkook adjusts so that he is sitting on the very edge of the banquette to make it easier for you to straddle him. As you lower yourself down onto him, he pulls you in so close that it’s hard to tell where he starts and you stop. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your face is pressed against the side of his. Once you feel that he is completely inside of you, you start rocking your hips back and forth slowly. He moans when he feels your core grip around his cock. Breathing in unison, every slight movement becomes more gratifying than the last, transporting you to an alternate realm. Nothing else exists as you allow yourself to surrender to the intimacy of this moment. No one can see you. No one will ever know the energy exchanged here tonight. It belongs solely to the two of you. “Give it all to me, baby,” Jungkook coos in your ear, as though he’s cheering you to the finish. Your ears pop when you come and for a moment you are totally paralyzed as you let out a silent scream and throw your head back while palpable bliss courses between you. As you slowly grind on him you bring your face to his eye level and kiss him while he comes inside of you. Even after he’s finished you stay connected on the banquette while the water continues to run so you can stay in this moment as long as possible.

Dawn starts to shine over the city skyline as you climb into the big hotel bed. Jungkook pulls the heavy curtain across the window and the room descends into nearly pitch darkness. He crawls into bed next to you. You’re both still naked and your skin is warm and clean. The two of you lay in the darkness talking for a while. You talk about how beautiful the burlesque dancers were at the show and about how delicious the food was. Your conversation wanders aimlessly as you curl up into the nook of his neck and he reaches down to pull your leg over him. He holds on to the bottom of your thigh to keep it draped over him. His breathing starts to deepen and you are lulled to sleep by every inhale and exhale. You smell gardenias as you doze off.

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My Experience Working For The Formula One Miami Grand Prix 2023 (please read)

Hello dear readers,

In this post I will share with you about my experience working at the Formula One Miami Grand Prix of this year. As well as footage - just in case you don’t believe me. Trust me, I have NO reason to lie to you about the things I’m about to say. I want to bring this post into awareness because I think not a lot of people know what actually happens behind the scenes at all.

I would really appreciate if you guys take the time to read this. It would mean the world to me. Please reblog and share to your formula one friends so they can be aware of this.

You may or may not know, but I’m just getting into Formula One and although there is still some stuff to learn about this sport, it has grown into me and I love this sport as well as the drivers.

When you see videos of people working for the Formula One, you only get to see the good, pretty and wonderful side. You don’t see the nasty, horrendous and overall awful side. That’s why I’m here to tell you the actual truth of what I went through.

I work for this company (safety reason I won’t say which) as an usher, I work for different stadiums and I get to choose my own schedule. To work for F1 you need to fill an application and it’s just a very long process. Initially they only needed security for the job — I am not security, I’m usher so they almost didn’t take me until last minute. I’m a strong believer of manifestation.

My schedule was Friday 9:30am to 9:30pm, Saturday from 7:30am to 8:30pm and Sunday from 8:30 am to 9:30pm

When I got there on Friday at 9:30am I had to park so far and then walk to the Shuttle that was going to pick us up from the parking and take us to the stadium.

I picked up my credential and went looking where to clock in. Here are some of the pics I took

When I finally found where to clock in, I was on hold until 11am trying to figure out where I’m supposed to work. Nobody knew where to go and it was just very disorganized on their part. Since nobody picked me I had to be taken to gate 8. The worker that was taking us got confused and I literally went through the whole place trying to find gate 8. This is what it looked like.

Imagine having to walk all that, under the Miami heat. The sun literally burning in your back. I finally got to my spot at 12pm. They confused me as a security and they put me to work on something I wasn’t supposed to be at by mistake, but regardless I worked it because it was a good one. I was in turn 17, which I saw the drivers slowed down in the turn. I saw Alex Albon get of the grid twice during practice.

I met the flag marshalls there. They were so nice and caring as well.

(I thought this was funny to add)

This is when they were taking Charles’ car out of the race.

I was at this spot until 8pm, which is way later than when they told me I was going to leave the spot, and during the whole day I was surviving in water. Unfortunately that day I did not receive any food. One of the marshalls gave me an apple and another one gave me a vegetable wrap, but after a whole day of not eating; once you eat, your body rejects it. So I literally wanted to throw up at this point. I was very weak.

I was asked to come in at 5am the next day, to which I agreed (big mistake).

I did let my supervisor know that I didn’t eat and while he was worried and was trying to find a way for me to get lunch box, I never received one - so I was dehydrated, starved and lightheaded.

Once I clocked out, I had to walk for 40 minutes to get to the shuttle again and drive for 30 minutes to get into the parking and then a few more minutes to get to my car (since I was parked very far away) and THEN drive 30 minutes to get to my house. I got home at 10:40pm took a shower, set my alarms and went to sleep. I had to wake up and leave my house the next day at 4:10am — drive 30 minutes, get in the shuttle, another 30 minutes to the stadium and walk to clock in.

I’m surviving on 4 hours of sleep. They asked for my security card, which I told them I don’t have because I’m usher. Just then, they realize the mistake they made and told me I couldn’t work the same spot I did yesterday because that’s only for security. So they had me 2 hours earlier than the original time plan for absolutely no reason.

everybody got there in between 6:30am to 8:30am.

I got to work with a nice supervisor to which I worked before for another stadium, I talked to him about the lunch and he ensured me that he’ll make sure I’ll eat.

I was in Marina (big information to know, iykyk) bathroom duty - basically making sure only women were getting into the bathroom (you would think it’s common senses, but the about of men almost accidentally getting into the women’s bathroom and viceversa it’s insane)

I was able to see the practice and qualifying because of a big screen that was in front of me.

I was there when Charles crashed again in the same section too.

Roll the clip!!

I watched the clip replay and saw myself running and also saw how close Charles was to my section. I really wanted to die when I saw the distance between us.

I have another video explaining the distance between us but tumblr only lets me post one video per post.

I really did enjoy myself. However, I was standing since 5:20am to 6:30pm, the whole day… standing up… and this my be tmi but I have thicc thighs so they rub with each other, my feet were sore and swollen and my pussy lips were HURTING, when I peed it felt like acid going down there.

I was drained and sunburned and overall this job is not for the weak. I had to cancel my shift for today because I would definitely not do it again.

I got paid 15/hour, which overall I don’t think it’s worth it at all. Housekeeping gets paid the same and they’re job is making sure the entire arena is clean for the guests. They should get paid more. The food voucher that I was given only covered for $15 so if I went over the limit I had to pay the remaining, which is fucking dumb because I am literally working there, the least they could do is give me a free meal, but they didn’t. They offer you the minimum but expect the best outcome from you. I was met with false advertisement left and right and for that reason I had to leave. You’re telling me that a multimillion dollar event in one of the biggest stadium in Florida is only paying their staff $15/h and can’t even cover their full meal? Please do better.

I cried to my friend after everything that I went through because I although had great memories, and I can brag to my friends and everyone I met that I went to F1, the day was pretty shitty tbh. There’s always a limit to something and I had a limit, that’s why I had to cancel my shift. I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. My love for this sport is big, but I passed my limit point.

I would’ve rather pay $5000 to with paddock pass and everything to see the race, than working in it. For those two days I think I only made $300, and to be honest. I didn’t see worth it.

I would much rather watch the race in the comfort of my house than working in it.

Whenever you go to an event, game, concert, etc. please be kind to the staff you see, the staff that helps you get to your desired place. We do so much, we stand there for hours, sometimes we get breaks, sometimes we don’t— sometimes we get to eat and sometimes, unfortunately, we don’t.

This was definitely an experience, and I am a strong person that likes to work, but I would rather die than do that again.

With much love,

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anyways new chapter coming up tomorrow!

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jackmanbj · 8 months

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Gender Reveals

it was 5:30am thursday, october 5th. the day or your gender reveal .

“y/n..baby turn off the alarm..” jack groaned “no j wake up, we need to get ready. my cousin should start setting up for the reveal around 6am-7am” “ugh fine, come on lets go shower”

you and jack took a hour long shower so by the time you got out it was already 6:34am

“jack hurry and get ready, we need to go meet my parents and yours today remember?” “nope i forgot all about that, what time do we need to meet your parents?” “8:30” “what about mine?” “10:30” “ok start getting dressed”

by the time you and jack were done getting dressed it was 7:45 “jack come on so were not late, i couldn’t get even do my make up..” “its fine baby you look gorgeous promise, now lets go”

you and jack were in the car listening to music and your favorite song happiness over everything came on and you sung it the whole way there

you let yourself in with the extra key you had to see your mom and dad sitting on the couch “hi mommy and dad!” “aww hi my baby” you mom hugged you and got up to hug jack “hello sweetheart” “hello mrs. Y/L/N” “jack i told you call me mom!” “sorry mom!” “dad say hello or something!” “no” “did i do som-?” “no jack you didn’t do anything he’s just mad you got me pregnant” “oh..sorry..?” “jack don’t apologize, he’ll get over it”

you and jack ended up leaving early because of the way your dad was acting

“what did i even do, he told me i had his trust right? why is he acting like that..?” “jack hunny im sorry about him.. lets just forget it and go to mama maggies place?” “uhm..yea of course..” “jack im serious let it go” “baby i need your dad approval to marry you.. i cant let anything go..” “well let it go. hes going to come around promise..” “ok, lets go to my mom house

once you pulled up to maggies home she was waiting outside with muffins jack had asked het to have ready for you

“hi y/n!” “hi mom!!” “here these are for you” maggie handed you some strawberry muffins “aw thank you!”

jack was standing by the car, just watching how good you and his mom got along and he loved it.

after a while of you and maggie talking you and jack had to leave to get ready for a photoshoot urban wanted to do for you.

once you and jack got into the car you couldn’t help but notice how jack was still feeling uneasy “jack..baby promise me you’ll not let my dad ruin your day.. ill even tell him not to come to the general reveal if it will make things better” “what? no! baby im fine i just need a minute to relax about the whole thing but don’t tell him not to come, that will make things worse. how ‘bout this, if he makes me uncomfortable then well see about him leaving, but for now he’s definitely coming” “ok baby boy”

once you and jack arrived at urban’s studio you changed your outfit into what urban suggested and you started with some family pictures “jack! hold her stomach not her tits!” “urban shut the fuck up and take the pictures” “jack get your hand off my tits so the pictures come out right, and your paying urban for this right?” “nope” “jack! urban ill cashapp you!” “its fine y/n, i wanted to do it!” “ill cashapp you urban” “okk”

once you were done taking all you pictures you started to get hungry so you asked jack to go get some food with you “j can we go get some food?” “yea wait a second” jack ended up staying 30 minutes longer then a second and you were growing annoyed so you left by yourself, without telling anyone, in jacks car.

jack was blowing up your phone he had called you probably 30 times but you were picking up your food and didnt want to be rude to the lady so you just waited to call him back.

as soon as you called jack back and were on your way back jack was very pissed at you, and you could hear it through the tone of his voice “where are you? are you crazy! why didnt you tell me you were trying to go somewhere? y/n come back now!” “jack chill, im on my way back, i was hungry and you ignored me so i went to get some canes” “y/n baby were going home as soon as you get here” “fine”

once you got there jack was outside waiting looking like an angry mother.

you hopped out the drivers side making your way to the passenger side while jack started walking to the car.

“y/n, dont ever, ever! pull that shit again” “whatever” you continued eating your food tuning our whatever jack was saying “y/n i’m serious you could have got hurt” “im sorry j, can i just eat without being yelled at now??” “fine”

once you and jack got home you were about dont with your food so you went to you and jacks shared bedroom and put on a movie for you guys to watch until 3:00, the time on the baby shower, it was only 12:30 so you and jack decided on avatar.

you of course fell asleep so jack put the blanket up to your chest and hugged you closer on him while he finished the movie.

once the movie was over he work you up and it was around 2:30.

“baby wake up its 2:30” “2:30?! why didnt you wake me up earlier!” you hurried and got out of bed and started to get ready, touching up the makeup from your photoshoot and putting on a pink and white dress while jack decided he was going to wear whatever color you wore. so he put on a pink and white suit.

by the time you were dressed people had already started making their way to the gender reveal so you hurried up and got in the car as quickly as possible.

“jack come on!” “im coming

once you and jack finally made it to the reveal you started talking to some of your younger cousins while jack was playing with your nephew, he looked so good with kids.

once you were done talking to family you went over a found your way to jack.

“hi baby” “hi j, what time are we doing thr reveal again?” “around 5:30, its starting soon its about 5 right now” “ok baby boy”

people started gathering around you and jack by the ‘oh baby’ sign and handing you both poppers that had the babies gender in them

“3! 2! 1!” you and jack twisted the poppers and pink came out.

“OH MY GOD JACK!” jack came hug you from behind kissing all over you “baby, we have to start getting baby names ready” “ok but thats not important right now!”

everyone had left to go the the common area and started celebrating while you and jack stated out side for a minute looking at the pink confetti on the ground.

“im going to be a girk dad..” “ ‘n in going to be a girl mom.” you and jack both started laughing and thinking about shopping for babies until maggie brought you in for cake.

everyone around you started hugging bring in to you and jack “were so proud of you y/n!” “thank you guys so much for coming!”

after eating everyone started leaving so you and jack went home when everybody was gone

“come on jack lets go shower then we can watch movies” “ok, but your just gunna fall asleep during the movie” “i wont!” “whatever baby, come on”

after the shower you and jack picked out scream 1 to watch, you stayed up for the whole movie because you loved scream and jack was surprised, but after the second movie you fell asleep in jacks arms so he moved everything off you and onto the floor and cuddled into you.

“goodnight sweet girls, i love yall.”

(a/n sorry if the ending feels rushed, it kinda was because i didnt know what to write..)

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hisunshiine · 1 year

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— burning love | jhs

♨ pairing: firefighter!hobi X firefighter!reader ♨ au/genre: fire department AU, workplace au, anti-valentine’s, coworkers2lovers, fwb2l, fluff, smut, angst ♨ rating: M ♨ wc: 5,266 🜂 warnings: longtime pining, reader gets a minor injury in the line of duty, catching fire, explicit smut, fingering, handjob, shower sex, vaginal penetration, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, cuddling ♨ an: thank you to @downbad4yoongi and @ressjeon for beta reading, and to @colormepurplex2 for storyboarding last night! this fic has a small bit of self-indulgence in celebration of @peachiilovesot7‘s birthday, which she shares with our birthday man, Hobi! i wanted to post this yesterday, but unfortunately, due to circumstances outside of my control, it’s only a day late. i hope you enjoy!

Rolling out of the bed, you glance at your phone to see it’s just past 5:30am. Silencing the alarm that had been blaring for the past few minutes, you stretch before tiptoeing your way through Hoseok’s room. Once in his bathroom, you eyeball the marks he left.

You know that Hoseok likes you, hell, you know that he wants more out of this ‘friends with benefits’ deal the two of you have worked out, but you just can’t bring yourself to be in a relationship. As coworkers in a dangerous field, you think it best to keep the distance you have, seeking out one another for sex.

The only issue is that you tend to seek him out daily. The two of you work the same shift, and spend time together off the clock as well. You practically live at each other’s apartments, and according to your friends, you act like an old married couple. Except you refuse to acknowledge the feelings you’ve grown for him, and he for you.

Climbing into his shower, you reach for your bathing items that he’s set aside in their own designated spot and while the action warms your heart, it also makes you nervous that you’re becoming too comfortable carving out a space in his life that’s meant for a girlfriend. After showering, you grab your toothbrush placed next to his at the sink, and notice after the fact when you go to hang up your wet towel back where you procured it from that Hoseok recently added a hook to the wall next to his towel for yours.

It’s all a little too much, especially today. February 13th. The day before the day you hate. All of these things are just a reminder that maybe you’re too involved with Hoseok, and that despite not having discussed it, he may start to expect something you aren’t ready to give to him tomorrow. You finish getting ready in a silent panic, noting that Hoseok is still sleeping peacefully as you leave early for work.

Arriving at the two story building, you smile as the rising sun glances off the upper glass windows of your workplace. The bright red number seven showcases that you work at the best station in the district. Station 7 is your pride and joy, and as you open the door to enter, it’s a day like any other. Of course, today is a Monday, which means the station will be filming their weekly segment for the news, and with it being National Heart Month, the focus for the day is on ‘How to Keep a Heart Beating (with CPR)’.

As an anti-Valentine’s Day person, you find it a little cheesy that your coworkers want to decorate the station for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, as you’d much rather have a nice taco spread for Taco Tuesday, but your idea was vetoed at the monthly station meeting last month. So imagine your surprise when you walk in and see a lack of red and pink hearts decorating the front reception area.

Park Jimin, one of your closest friends, yawns from where he sits at the desk, covering his mouth before offering you a lazy wave.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

You look around the room, trying to find who Jimin is calling ‘Sunshine’.

“I don’t see Hoseok anywhere,” you announce after concluding it’s just the two of you in the intake area.

“Ha-ha, you are so funny this early,” Jimin says with a glare of his eyes. “But why am I not surprised that Hoseok is the first thing on your mind?”

Dropping your backpack onto the counter, it’s now your turn to glare at him.

“Shut up. We’re just fuck buddies.” You hide your face by unzipping your bag and pretending to look for something.

“Does he know that?” Jimin questions, and you break your defense to look up at him puzzled.

“Um, pretty sure he does, seeing as he literally was just pounding into me a couple of hours ago.”

“Sweetheart, while I typically love the details of your sex life, you know that the emphasis was on the ‘just’ part of the sentence. ‘Does Hoseok know that you two are just fuck buddies?’”

“He hasn’t ever said he wants more from me, so…just leave it, Jimin.”

“Hmm…touchy. Are you maybe…upset that he hasn’t expressed wanting more?”

Once again you dig in your bag, wishing you had just said good morning back and not engaged in this conversation.

“What? No, pshh, I told him when it started that we wouldn’t be more.”

Jimin sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair.

“Idiot.”

You throw the first thing you grab in your backpack—your deodorant— at him. “I meant that in the most loving way!”

“I’m going upstairs to put away my belongings. You’re off at 9am, right?”

“Yup, and then the next two days I’m off. Just in time for Valentine’s Day.”

“Oooh, hot plans with Theresa?” you ask over your shoulder as you begin climbing the stairs.

“She planned a surprise for me, you know Valentine’s is about the woman doing something for the man.” Jimin says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, and next month for White Day, it’ll be your turn.” The stairs turn once you reach the first platform, so now you can look down into the desk area and the top of Jimin’s head. He looks up at you with a smirk as he tosses your deodorant up to you.

“And if you don’t make a move tomorrow, you’ll be eating black jjajangmyeon in your black sweatpants the month after like the single loser you are!”

Stomping the rest of the way into the firefighter’s dormitory, you notice that two beds are occupied. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are two regulars who work the same 6-day shift as you. Today just so happens to be your first day back from your rest period, so the three of you and Hoseok, will be doing the day shift from 9am to 6pm today and tomorrow.

“You guys slept here last night?” you ask, sitting on the bed across from Taehyung. You’re already dressed in your uniform, but still have a little under an hour until your shift starts so you put away the small deodorant canister and get comfortable.

“Yeah, we covered for Sammi and Vanessa. They were supposed to be on call for the One-Stop Support Center for residential fire fighting devices, but apparently they needed to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Why couldn’t they prepare today?”

“Oh, trust me, our doting, pregnant fiances have spent the past few days whispering and plotting away.”

You laugh at the image Taehyung paints of their significant others. Sammi, his fiance, is four months pregnant and works in the Control Center of the station with Jungkook’s fiance, Vanessa, who is also five months along. The two are often seen together giggling and chatting, and much like Hoseok, are rays of sunshine in the office.

“I bet it was boring being on call for the Support Center.” You make conversation as the two get up and begin shrugging on their field uniforms over their tank tops and athletic shorts.

“We had maybe three calls the entire time, and we were home until the last call came and it was this elderly man, he needed installation support at his shop. He runs a bakery and was about to start the ovens when he noticed that his gas detector wasn’t lit up. So at 4am, I’m in a deep sleep cuddling my babe, when the phone wakes us up and we have to stop here and get a new HKA-800 to install.” Jungkook sighs as if the elderly baker ruined his night.

“I hate installing gas leakage alarms,” Taehyung sighs. “They’re always in hard to reach spots, and I would’ve rather stayed in bed to be honest.”

“I feel like they knew a call was going to come in at that time…they’ve never swapped on call shifts with us before.” Jungkook muses.

“So, which of you pretty boys is filming today?”

“I am!”

You turn to the doorway of the dormitory and see Jung Hoseok enter with his duffel bag on his shoulder. He looks stunning as usual, black hair styled effortlessly to frame his face. He’s fully dressed in his field uniform, reflective vest situated over his lithe frame and you kind of hate how all of his clothing hides the marks you left last night, unable to show that he belongs to you, even if you tell yourself he’s only yours when the two of you are alone.

“I’m surprised Hobi, the whole place isn’t covered in candy hearts or red and pink decorations,” you tease. “I thought you would have wanted it to be all pretty for airing.”

Hoseok’s face makes a surprising change to irritation.

“When would I have had time last night to decorate?” He says with a raised eyebrow at you, alluding to your activities that kept him busy. “Besides, the Fire Chief didn’t give the approval until this morning! I saw the email when I woke up. I’ve got all of the supplies right here in my bag.”

“Oh no, you better watch out, Hobi, you know Sunshine over here hates Valentine’s Day.”

You roll your eyes, laying back onto the pillow and feigning disinterest.

“I just don’t understand why women have to declare their feelings first and then wait a whole month to have them reciprocated. What if you break up during the month between?”

Jimin trudges into the room, flopping onto a free mattress. Glancing at the clock, you see it’s ten till nine, and figure his replacement must’ve just arrived.

“Sammi is too pregnant to leave me, she wouldn’t make it five minutes down the road before calling me crying from the car to say she misses me. She would turn around and be back in my arms. Plus, Jaykay and I have already planned our White Day surprise for them. They have no need to worry.”

“If only we all could be so lucky to date best friends, get engaged, and pregnant all within a couple months of each other.”

“I mean, if you would—”

“Park Jimin, you shut your mouth right now!” You effectively cut him off as his eyes land on you, full of mirth. You wish looks can kill—Jimin would be frying under your burning gaze.

“Well, I’m going to start putting up the hearts now!”

Hobi begins to unzip his bag but jumps when the siren begins to sound.

Jumping out of the bed, you grab your vest from your bag, and the four of you hustle down to the trucks. 120 cases of fire are called into dispatch every 12 minutes across the country, and the life of a firefighter is always a race against time.

Valentine’s day is just another day to you, in fact, it’s your second day shift in a row, leaving you with ample time to celebrate, if you were the type. Yesterday was busy, which is unsurprising—the day before Valentine’s day many women are baking sweets and chocolates for the person who has caught their affection, and the stress of making the perfect treat often leads to a level of carelessness not usually seen. Eleven small kitchen fires took up the whole shift, and Hoseok was unable to film his CPR news clip or decorate the station.

The next morning, Hoseok is ready to turn your workplace into a Valentine’s Day extravaganza. As you approach the main door, you see window clings in the shape of hearts and cute phrases plastered against the glass.

Walking in, you see candy hearts attached to red yarn strung along the edge of the reception counter. Behind the desk, Hoseok stands on a ladder, hanging up red balloon letters that spell out L-O-V-E.

Unable to hold back a groan, you cause Hoseok to teeter dangerously as he realizes he’s not alone.

“Morning, babe!” Kim Seokjin greets cheerily from where he’s supposed to be holding said ladder, but you look around dejectedly.

“Damn it, Chief Kim really vetoed my Taco Tuesday idea?”

“Tacos?” Jungkook appears from the back room behind the reception desk, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Yeah, I thought maybe he would decide to order us tacos for Taco Tuesday.”

“It’s only 8:30, sunshine. Maybe it’ll be here at lunch time.”

“Good thinking, Kookie! So, let’s hope today is less busy than yesterday, so we can leave on time and you and Taehyung can enjoy your surprise.”

“I am begging. Tomorrow we work the night shift, so I’ll have plenty of time to sleep in. Do you have any plans?”

“Nothing planned, no. You know I don’t do Valentine’s Day.”

You miss the way Hoseok’s face falls as he turns back to the task at hand.

“Ah, yes, one day you will find someone, and maybe you won’t hate Valentine’s Day so much.”

“Maybe when pigs fly.”

You can’t lie though, Hoseok has the reception area looking festive in a non-cheesy way; you actually don’t want to vomit at the sight of it. Luckily, he isn’t able to make it far into the building with his bag of ornaments and tinsel, and the sound of the alarm going off halts his efforts once again.

“This is bullshit,” he huffs under his breath, but you hear him anyway as you walk side by side to the truck.

Valentine’s Day is really not your day. The first call of the morning sent you out to a residential area where a wild boar wandered into. Being chased by a wild boar before you even have a chance to stretch is not your idea of fun, but the guys were able to herd it back to where it came thanks to your sprint.

Back at the station, Fire Chief Kim Namjoon greets you in the hallway, and when you ask about tacos for lunch, he apologizes.

“I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. In order to feed everyone on staff, we would need to put in the order ahead of time, there’s too many departments. How about next Tuesday?” he offers, buff arm rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. You can’t stay mad at his dimples, so you let him off the hook, saying next week will be fine.

It’s not, not really, but you aren’t the type to say no to free food. You had just hoped to have something else to take your mind off of Valentine's Day. Especially with your crush/fuck buddy walking around the station in his perfectly fit uniform decorating the windows with hearts and talking about how much he loves today.

The only reprieve is that today is just as busy, and the window clings are as far as Hoseok gets before the alarm rings loudly, sending your group running once again. This time, it’s a fire, but not as small as the baking incidents yesterday. This one requires full gear and an extra truck from a neighboring station. And when Hoseok disappears back inside the building with Jungkook to locate a tearful child’s missing pet cat, you find yourself antsy to reach him.

Five minutes later, Jungkook comes stumbling out, saying that the smoke was too thick on the path he took to the left, but the right hallway Hoseok took should be easier to navigate since the fire started on his side.

Pacing as you wait for Hoseok to show, you can’t help the fear growing if he weren’t to return. You knew it was your own self-sabotage that kept this thing with Hoseok from turning into something more. You have had your heart broken in the past; you put in more effort to a man who did not deserve it and it backfired on you. Growing up you were raised to feel that it was safe for you to share your love with others, but now it just felt safer to keep Hoseok at arms length.

Still not seeing Hoseok return, you now know that you would have rather explored the feelings he brings out of you and let it turn into a burning flame than to lose him in one. There’s a reason why Sammi and Vanessa no longer fight fires with their significant others. Long before either was with child, the two switched to dispatch services, because of the warnings of the dangers of loving your firefighting partner.

Breaking all types of protocol, you run into the building and find Hoseok appearing through the heavy smoke with the cat in his arms, and a sigh of relief spreads through your body. This pause to take him in, inspect him for damages while still being inside a burning building is exactly why you shouldn’t have run inside.

A wooden beam, brittle from the flames eating away at its hold, crumbles to the ground around you. Hoseok, arms full with the fluffy pet and voice covered by the roar of the flames, is unable to do anything but watch as you fall to the ground, semi-pinned under the remnants of the beam.

Sprinting, he has a clear enough mind to leave you behind to get the cat to safety before returning with help from Taehyung less than a minute later. The two are able to lift the wood off of your leg, and Hoseok carries you from the building, now empty of residents and their pets. The other station takes over dousing the flames as a second station arrives to help, and with orders from the Fire Chief, your unit brings you back to the station.

You’re not that hurt, no broken bones, just a minor sprain and first degree burns where the beam lay on your leg. Luckily your protective gear prevented worse damage from occurring had you been in civilian clothing and in the infirmary at Station 7, you sit under the watchful eyes of your Fire Captain and Lead Aid Car Specialist, Min Yoongi.

“Please explain to me why I have to do a write up for Chief Kim explaining that you broke protocol and ended up injured.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi-Op—Captain Min.”

Your older brother glares at you.

“I promised Eomma that you would not get hurt under my watch. Luckily, I wasn’t there or I would’ve dragged you back myself.”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking, Yoongi. Hobi had just been in there for so long and Jungkook had already returned, and the flames were getting worse, so I just—”

“You just forgot your duty as a firefighter, and I think it’s time you tell him how you feel, Sunshine. In the meantime, you’re grounded.”

“What? But—”

“You had a beam fall on you in a burning building, leaving you with first degree burns—lowkey second degree—on your leg! You aren’t going out on any more calls until you’re cleared.”

Of course, before your brother can finish treating your wounds, the alarm is already calling away Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung. This time, it’s a small incident with bees swarming a preschool’s playground area. You know Hoseok hates bugs, but with only three members of the team available, he has to go.

Seokjin strolls into the infirmary just as Yoongi bandages the last piece of gauze around your burn, and you prepare yourself for a stern talking to.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, sunshine. And you almost died trying to search for the man you deny having feelings for. I think it’s time to do something about this crush, don’t you think?”

Well, that was unexpected. When did everyone learn your true feelings?

“You’re not subtle in the slightest.” Seokjin shares, reading the look on your face. “Neither is he. You both like each other, so stop being stubborn.”

“Valentine’s Day is almost over, Seokjin. Even if I wanted to do something, I’m injured and there’s no time.”

Seokjin’s face morphs into determination.

“Hobi is the easiest man to please. You should know, he likes you, doesn’t he?”

“Rude!”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious. So let’s think, what has he wanted to do this whole time?”

“Decorate the office to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

“So what do you think would be a good way of showing him you care, and making yourself ineligible to participate in Black Day in a couple of months?”

“I…” you pause as if thinking about what you could do, but you already know the answer, “I can use his decorations and finish what he started. Maybe cave, and celebrate Valentine’s Day for once.”

“I knew you were smart and Hobi had to like you for a reason.”

“I’m also really good with my—”

“Really don’t want to know what you’re good at doing to my best friend!” Yoongi cuts you off, placing a cold compress to the wound.

“Alrighty!” Seokjin claps, “Moving on, so what are you going to have prepared when he asks to stay with you tonight, which we know he’s going to do, because he wants to take care of you.”

“Surprise him with tacos for Taco Tuesday and some bomb ass sex,” you say with a smile, happy to fulfill your own wish as well

“Sounds like a great plan. Though you may want to just accept the sex will be mid until your injury heals.”

“Alright, so this is all a great plan, but, small problem. I’m stuck here under medical watch until I get off! Who can help decorate my apartment?”

“Don’t be dense, Sunshine. I already texted the pregnant ones. They’re off today and done setting up for Tae and Jaykay, and they’re on their way to your place now. Text them your keycode so they can get in.”

“Why would they help me? They’re pregnant! And have their own things to prepare for!”

“Because, sweetie, we love you and we love Hoseok and we’ve had a bet going for ages that we’d love to have settled.”

You frown at his words, but understand. You love all of your coworkers too, trust them with your life—literally—and the fact that everyone has been rooting for you and Hoseok to work out thaws your frozen Valentine’s Day heart.

When your crew arrives back from the playground relocating the bees, you watch as Hoseok’s face breaks out into a blinding smile.

“Wow! You guys really did all of this?”

Seokjin is sitting at the reception desk with you and he nods his head in your direction.

“It was Sunshine’s idea.”

Hoseok turns wide eyes to you, and you think you see a little hope in them. Part of you knew that Hoseok always wanted more, but the other part of you doubted he could actually see you as his girlfriend. In the past, the guy who broke your heart couldn’t see you as his girlfriend despite you doting on him as if you were his wife, which is what led to your walls being so high. But thanks to your friends and the incident today, you realize that Hoseok is someone you can trust with your heart. You already trust him with your life.

“I thought it was the least I could do, I know you really wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Coming around the desk, he kneels in front of you being mindful of your propped up leg.

“Thank you, Sunshine. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

You can’t hold back your smile, and he pulls you into a hug. He’s warm, and you melt in his embrace as Seokjin pretends to wipe back happy tears as he watches the two of you.

“Sunshine, I’m sure you want to go home, but I still have to record the heart health clip, and then we’ll head to your place, okay?”

“No worries, Hobi, Seokjin and I took care of that for you too. And we made sure to showcase all of your decorations.”

If he could physically do it, Hoseok would be staring heart eyes at you. Even without transforming the shape of his eyes, you see more than the hope from earlier in them; there’s gratitude for making his very long day easier, and something else you aren’t sure if you can put into words.

“I’ll be right back.” Hoseok sprints from the reception area and up the stairs, returning only a few moments later with his duffel bag hanging to his side. Grasping your backpack from the counter, he threads his arms through the straps before bending his knees and reaching for you. Lifting you up bridal style, you laugh as he walks you out the glass doors, enjoying the smile adorned on his face.

Hoseok refuses to let you walk once at your place, carrying you from the car to your second floor apartment with ease. You were already showered from being on medical leave for the day, but as Hoseok types in the code to your door, he promises to shower fast so as not to leave you alone for long.

The words fade from his lips as he crosses the threshold with you in his arms, the sight of your apartment decorated romantically for the holiday shocking him silent. You thank your coworkers silently for their efforts, before tucking your face into Hoseok’s neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hobi.” Your voice is low, but he hears you, and his spine shivers when you press a kiss to his neck.

He’s still silent, but you can feel his heart racing as he looks down at you in his arms.

“Shower with me.”

You nod, and he rushes to your bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid so he can strip down, and you do the same, standing up gently once naked with your hand balancing you on the sink. Opening the glass shower door, he turns the tap on to a medium level due to your injury. Your brother said you were okay to shower, you just had to make sure to redress the wound and he would bring your antibiotics by tomorrow after he picked them up from the pharmacy.

Hoseok tugs you towards him lightly as you follow him gingerly into the warm water. The two of you silently wash each other, being gentle around sensitive areas. Once clean, he pulls you to his chest and into a hug you didn’t realize you needed. Being in his arms like this after today’s events, it finally hits you. You love this man. You feel your eyes start to water, sniffling, and he looks at you closely.

“What’s wrong, does your leg hurt, baby?” the pet name slips out.

“No, it’s fine. I just—” you take a deep breath before looking into his pretty brown eyes. “I think I have some really big feelings for you, and I was so worried about you earlier, if something had happened to you…”

“Nothing happened, Sunshine. I’ll always make my way back to you, you know that.”

“You better.”

He leans down and kisses you, soft, heart-shaped lips calming the storm in your mind.

“I will, baby.”

You pull him by his neck back to you, this time deepening the kiss as his hands begin to explore you. You feel his fingers slip between your thighs, spreading you open and entering you without wasting any time. Gasping into the kiss, you reach for him, feeling his semi-firm cock harden as you begin to stroke him. The water helps with your speed, and the two of you twirl your tongues together as you match pace.

“I need more, baby,” you pant, and Hoseok removes his fingers from where your walls have gripped him, reaching for the backs of your thighs to lift you up. Putting your back to the wall opposite the faucet, you squeal from the cold tile along your spine. Hoseok just chuckles while angling his now fully erect member at your opening, pushing himself inside slowly so he can savor every ridge of your pulsing walls.

Thrusting into you, his mouth decorates your skin with blooming maroon marks until you cry out in satisfaction as he makes you cum. The angle he holds you in is perfect for kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock, and your skin tingles as your nerves react to the climax. Sliding out of his hold, he grunts when you push him where you had just been pinned, using his body to help you glide to your knees, careful of your shin injury.

Taking Hoseok into your mouth, you rival the loud sounds of the shower as you lewdly suck and slurp your essence off of his cock as his hands firmly hold the sides of your head. You look up at him as you press your nose to his taut abs, eyes wet with unshed tears as you breathe through your nose to gather enough to pause and swallow around him as you grip his thighs. You can tell when he’s at his breaking point, the pads of his fingers dragging along your scalp as his muscles tense and you bob with sucked in cheeks and flicks to his frenulum until he’s spilling his warm cum down your throat.

Hoseok grasps you under your arms and pulls you to him, kissing you hard.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” his nose drags softly along yours in an eskimo kiss. “I think I—”

The sound of your doorbell chiming through the apartment reaches your ears, having installed a small speaker in the bathroom and bedroom so that you never miss a delivery.

The two of you giggle as you decide who will get the door, but Hoseok, ever the gentleman, grabs a towel and your robe. You spend a few extra moments cleaning between your thighs before turning off the water and following Hoseok out of the bathroom.

Catching sight of him in the hallway, he’s walking a delivery bag from your favorite taco restaurant in Seoul to your kitchen counter. Stepping over the rose petals littered along the hallway, you join him.

“You even got us tacos?” he asks in awe, adoration lacing his tone.

“Of course, I did, it’s taco Tuesday and Valentine’s Day, and I just wanted to show you how I feel about you.” It feels good to admit it.

Turning away from the unopened bag, Hoseok picks you up again, carrying you to your bedroom.

This time, he makes love to you slowly, his hips rolling in that magical way he does, fingers laced with yours by your head as your bodies fit together deliciously. Your eyes never leave his, both of you staring deeply at each other as you rock in tandem. Feeling him all over you, reaching the deepest parts of you, you cry out as tears roll down your cheeks in pleasure.

“F-fuck Hobi, I’m so close,” you whimper, hands squeezing his tightly as the pressure builds.

“Give your all to me, Sunshine,” he begs, and you know he isn’t just asking for your orgasm.

“It’s yours, Hobi,” you admit, “I’m yours.”

Your words encourage him as he picks up speed and depth until you release together.

Cuddling into his arms, you turn your lips to his chin, placing tender kisses to his smooth skin.

“I love you, Hoseok.”

In the quiet of your room, it’s as if a roaring fire fills your ears as you wait to see if he’ll extinguish the worry that begins to spread—

“I love you too, Sunshine, have for a while.”

He tilts his head so he can return kisses to your lips before your bodies align once again to create a friction of burning love that blooms bright enough to consume you.

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Baby, love me cause I'm playing on the radio.

Previous I Pt 7

WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?

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I wake up by the lousy alarm ringing on repeat, I was a heavy sleeper.

There was this one time I slept through my entire alarm I had set It to ring for an hour, and the next hour after that.

So, yes, I'm kinda psyched I woke up with my alarm.

Though unlike other times I woke up with someone in my bed.

My back was pressed to a body behind me, with strong arms wrapped around my middle.

I'm confused for a moment, until I remember a fragment of yesterday's events.

I groan out, slapping my hand on my forehead.

Tom behind me begins to stir awake, and I tense.

I'm sober now, and not to mention hung over, I really need a aspirin right about now.

"Guten morgen, meine Engel" he rasps out.

I wiggle out of his hold, sitting upright and leaning over to the side to shut off the alarm, that was obnoxiously ringing.

"Morgen" I simply say.

I was too hungover to complain about it.

I rub the sleep off my eyes with my palms. A yawn escapes me while doing so.

I turn back to look at him, "wow, you look so angelic in the morning" he saids teasingly.

I flash a fake smile, "and you look like a puffed up pufferfish" I make sure to give a sassy tone.

"She's cranky in the mornings" he states with a hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn.

Ew, why is he talking to me in second person? Well, whatever.

"He's annoying in the mornings"

He rolls his eyes at me.

I turn back around, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.

I go through any new messages from yesterday or today. Some from yesterday were from the museum in New York, some from friends.

Bill to be precise, he must've sent it last night. I click open the message.

(Bill💙)

1:32 am. Bill:Where did you run off too?

1:55 am. Bill:Gustav said you were with Tom?

2:30am. Bill:Get home safe❤️

Tom peers over my shoulder, I quickly turn my phone away from him.

"Stop being nosy" I move away.

He had a shit eating grin. "Gustav said you were with Tom" he mocked.

I roll my eyes "stop being immature."

He says something after that, but I ignore him. He absolutely hates when I ignore him.

Instead I respond to bill.

(Bill💙)

10:15 am. You: Tom drived me home

I texted. Not a minute after he texted back.

10:15 am. Bill: that's good

I get a call and it's from bill, on instinct I answer.

"Hey" I speak into the line.

Tom immediately mouths, "who is it?"

"I take it Tom's there with you?" Bill asks.

"Yes, unfortunately, the child's with me" I sigh out.

Bill laughs, and I couldn't help but laugh too. My mood lightens when bill laughs.

Tom only scowled at me.

(TOM'S POV)

"So, how did it go with that girl last night?" She asks bill.

Oh,no she was only making shit worse for herself by asking that question.

She didn't have the phone on speaker, so I wasn't able to hear what bill replied but by the looks of it, she didn't like he answer.

"Are you guys official?"

I was cringing. She was just so stubborn sometimes.

I shook my head at her disapprovingly.

Again the answer she was met with wasn't one she liked.

"Congrats"

It was obvious that was faked.

"Well,uh I've gotta go, I'm supposed to be picking up my sister from the airport, she staying with me for a few days" she than saids goodbye, and hangs up the phone.

She sighs out. I get up from the bed and walk up to her, enveloping my arms around her form.

I wanted her to feel better, it pained me that she was sad.

I also hated bill for hurting her like this and for him not even noticing it.

She looks up at me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"He's happy"

"No, he's not-" she shushes me.

"Tom, I need to be honest"

I stay silent for her to continue.

"I like bill, but your making it hard for me"

I'm stunned, confused and a bit of amused. (Why did that rhyme 😭)

"Your being all nice and sweet, and I hate it-its confusing me" she lets out a frustrated sigh.

I smile down at her, she looks up at me for a few moments before smiling back at me.

"You're such an ass" she states. She had on a huge grin.

"I'm such an ass" I repeat.

She playfully punches my shoulder. "Shut up"

I bring up my thumb and index finger pinching them together, I act as if I were zipping my mouth shut.

And locking it, throwing the imaginary key away. She giggles at me.

She then wiggles out of my hold, walking over her closet and picking out some clothing.

She begins stripping off her clothes. I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Turn around perv" she said. Her round cheeks flushed a crimson red.

I chuckle as I turn around.

When she finished she called out "done".

I turn around, flashing her a smirk.

I put on my shoes while she runs around the room to gather her things.

I'm sat on her bed when she finally finished.

"Ima head out, lock the doors before leaving, okay?"

I gave her a firm nod. "got it," I gave her a thumbs up.

Before she leaves, i clear my throat causing her to freeze. She turns around.

"what is it?"

I tap on my cheek with my index finger. She rolls her eyes.

Begrudgingly she walks over to my spot on the bed. I can't help but grin as she stalks closer.

She leans down to peck my cheek. "be safe" I call out before she's out the door.

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel

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takemebackto-eden · 7 months

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EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter Twenty - Don't Fear the Reaper

Chapter summary: It’s almost Halloween time in Hawkins, so cue the seasons festivities.

content warnings: smut from the start (p in v sex), (very loving soppy mushy sex hehehe), swearing, lots of Halloween related fluff as I'm feeling festive! This chapter is very fillery, sorry! more interesting chapters coming soon!

'Come on, baby (don't fear the reaper) Baby, take my hand (don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man'

Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

August to October time jump.

October 16th 1987 / Eddie’s trailer / 7:30AM

The morning alarm rings as Eddie yawns tiredly in his bed and stretches to turn off the alarm, rolling over to find Nina snoring softly beside him. He smiles to himself and cuddles in behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist as he spoons her. As she stirs in her sleep she lifts her head, allowing Eddie’s other arm to slide underneath her in the crook of her neck.

Eddie: [contently, nuzzling into her hair] “Morning gorgeous.”

Nina: [half-asleep, peaceful] “Mmm, morning honey. Sleep well?”

Eddie: “I always do when you’re here.” [pulling her closer, pressing a kiss on her shoulder] “Did you?”

Nina: “Me too, slept like a log.”

Eddie: [softly] “Are you excited for your first day?”

Nina: [grinning] “Mmm, yeah, though I’d much rather stay in bed with you all day.”

Eddie: [pressing more kisses onto her shoulder, smiling into her skin] “That can be arranged.”

Nina: [laughing lightly, still tired] “Don’t think me pulling a sickie on my first day will go down very well.”

Eddie: [groaning, breath warm on her neck] “But you’re so warm and soft and I want morning cuddles.”

Nina: [smiling] “Good thing I set the alarm half an hour early so we’d have more time together.”

Eddie: [grinning] “You’re too cute.” [his hand strokes over her thigh]

Nina: “How about a morning quickie? Does that help improve things?”

Eddie: [sighing dramatically] “I suppose.” [Nina giggles as Eddie’s hand roams up the shirt she’s sleeping in, stroking over the skin of her stomach up to cup her breast] “Waking up next to you is my favourite part of the day.”

Nina: [extending her arm behind her to run her fingers through his hair, sighing peacefully] “Mine too honey.” [Eddie kisses along her neck, she smiles sleepily] “Someday we can wake up next to each other every morning.” [Eddie’s breath hitches as he’s kissing her neck, heart beating faster in his chest]

Eddie: [shocked] “Yeah? You think about that kinda stuff?” [He uses the hand that was up her shirt to pull her shorts down, she kicks them to the bottom of the bed]

Nina: [dreamily] “Mmm, I do.”

Eddie: [pulling his bottoms down to his knees, taking his semi in his hand and stroking himself softly, heart racing with arousal and love] “Tell me.”

Nina: [lifting her leg up so Eddie has easier access between her legs, Eddie presses his tip between her wet folds, stroking her up and down teasingly with his end; her chest heaves with anticipation] “I think about -fuck-” [Eddie pushes in, biting his lip with concentration, using one hand to hold Nina’s thigh up] “I think about waking up like this every morning, maybe having a shower together,” [Eddie thrusts into her with slow strokes, humming in pleasure at her words] “Cooking breakfast together and- Oh! Mmm! - heading off to work together.” [She turns her head to the side to look at him, he is staring at her intently as he works himself into her. She continues talking, teasing but truthful] “Like a proper domesticated couple.” [Eddie laughs into her shoulder, using the arm he has underneath her neck to pull her towards him, catching her lips in a quick kiss]

Eddie: “God, I love you.” [grabbing her breast in his large hand, passionate] “Can’t wait to do boring everyday shit with you.” [Nina giggles, clutching his hair tighter as his thrusts go deeper] “I want to do everything with you.” [hand sliding down her skin to rub softly on her clit, her eyebrows furrow and she bites her lip] “My gorgeous girl.” [thrusting deeper, Nina moans] “Gonna get a pretty house for my pretty girl. I’ll take such good care of you, spoil you rotten. I’d give you the moon if I could.” [Nina whimpers at his words] “We’ll have such a perfect life together.”

Nina: “God, Eddie!” [she puts her hand over Eddie’s that is rubbing her clit, the other hand tugging his hair causing him to moan in her ear] “I love you so much.”

Eddie: [quietly] “Shh, Princess, don’t want to wake up Wayne.” [Nina’s moans become more frequent now, she bites down on her lip to quieten herself] “Good girl.”

Nina: [moaning] “I love it when you call me your good girl, fuck, feels so good baby.” [She leans forward to prop herself up slightly on the bed, raising her hips and bringing them back to meet Eddie’s thrusts.] “So good.”

Eddie moans as his pace picks up, the bed underneath them squeaking as their movements come more rushed, both of them smiling and giggling at the noise from the creaky bed frame. Nina begins to whimper and pant as she feels her orgasm approaching.

Nina: [moaning, voice hushed] “I’m close baby!”

Eddie: “Me too, Nina, fuck!” [He grabs Nina’s hip tightly and thrusts faster, biting down on her shoulder to quieten his moans, voice mumbling into her skin] “Love you so much, my gorgeous girl.”

Nina: [whimpering] “God Eddie, just like that!” [Eddie grabs her lifted thigh to thrust harder into her, Nina grabs the pillow under her head and bites into it.]

Eddie: [looking at Nina biting the pillow, moaning] “That good you’ve got to bite the pillow huh baby?” [his thrusts become harsher and deeper, he fights off his impending orgasm to push Nina to the edge] “God, I love your pussy.”

Nina: “Christ, Eddie, so good! Shit, I’m coming, baby I’m coming!” [biting into the pillow, moaning loud] “Fuck! Oh!”

Eddie: “Jesus, Nina!” [Eddie bites down on Nina’s shoulder as he thrusts into Nina, his firm hands holding her trembling thigh as he climaxes] “Oh fuck.” [Nina whimpers as he pulls out of her, Eddie is breathless behind her] “You okay there, sweetheart?”

Nina: [eyes fluttering closed, peaceful] “Mmm, very good.” [sighing happily] “Great start to the day.” [Eddie laughs and kisses her shoulder again] “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Eddie: [teasingly] “Like that’s even a question.”

Nina: [rolling over to face him, kissing his face, he smiles widely] “To save on water, obviously.”

Eddie: [grinning] “Obviously.”

Nina: “Then the diner for breakfast before work?”

Eddie: [kissing her cheek] “It’s like we’ve got the same mind.”

1:30pm / Hawkin’s Florist

Eddie: [coming through the door of the flower shop] “Hey sweetheart.”

Nina: “Hey Eddie!” [placing the bouquet she is working on in the sink] “This is a nice surprise! What are you doing here?”

Eddie: “Thought I’d surprise you with a coffee for your first day whilst on the way to work.” [he hands her a coffee with a kiss on the forehead, she blushes] “I’d have bought you flowers but y’know, wouldn’t be as good of a surprise.” [Nina laughs] “How’s it going?”

Nina: “Such a caring boyfriend.” [Eddie smirks] “It’s going good! Karla is really sweet, she’s been showing me the ropes all morning.” [showing him the bouquet she’s working on] “What do you think?”

Eddie: “Almost as beautiful as you.” [Nina blushes again, mouthing a quiet ‘thank you’] “Very autumnal.”

Nina: [smiling] “Just getting into the Halloween spirit!” [Eddie rolls his eyes] “Spooky season is upon us!”

Eddie: “Too damn cute for your own good.” [he presses a kiss on her forehead] “I’ll see you tonight after work?”

Nina: “Don’t forget your boots, Robin says the field is muddy.”

Eddie: “See you tonight sweetheart!”

7pm / Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch

Dustin: [huffing, struggling to move the wheelbarrow Steve is sitting in] “Steve, move your fat ass!”

Steve: (offended) “Hey! My ass is not fat! You’re just weak.”

Dustin: “I’m pushing four pumpkins and your fat ass, of course I’m weak!” [Steve rolls his eyes and gets out of the wheelbarrow and begins to push it] “Asshole.”

Eddie: [picking up a pumpkin, holding it to his head] “Nina, look! This one is bigger than my head!”

Nina: (teasingly) “Very cute, honey!” [to Robin] “How did we get saddled with these two dumbasses?”

Robin: [teasingly, joking] “Same way I got saddled with you, they latched on and I didn’t have the heart to kick them off!” [Nina gawks in offence before laughing, shoving Robin playfully who nearly slips in the mud, the both of them laughing in hysterics. Eddie watches them fondly.] “I hope Mrs Wheeler is ready for her house to stink like pumpkin guts.”

Eddie: “Ooh, look! This one is white!” [He holds up the white pumpkin and shows it proudly to Nina who smiles at him, he puts it in the wheelbarrow] “Nina, look!”

Dustin: “We should make a pumpkin pyramid!”

Steve: [struggling with the full wheelbarrow] “Do you think we have enough pumpkins?” [He skids in the mud and lands face first]

Robin: [shaking her head in amusement] “I forget how chaotic the group is when we’re all together.” [Nina laughs and links arms with her as they walk through the muddy field]

Nina: [smiling proudly] “Like one big dysfunctional family.”

8pm / The Wheeler’s House - Basement

El: “So now what do we do?”

Mike: “Now we’ve cut a hole at the top as a lid, we scoop the insides out.” [El’s nose wrinkles as she feels the sludgy pulp of the pumpkin, Max laughs at her reaction] “And then you draw your design on the pumpkin and cut the design out.”

Nancy: “Be careful using the knives please!”

All: “Yes Mom!” [Nancy rolls her eyes, Jonathan nudges her playfully]

Robin: [drawing the design on her pumpkin] “Who is going to be the judge?”

Nina: “I will, I will!” [chin on Eddie’s shoulder, watching as he sticks his tongue out in concentration while drawing on his pumpkin] “What design are you going to do, sweetie?”

Eddie: [smirking] “You’ll have to wait and see.”

Max: “Mine is going to kick all your asses, just you wait and see!”

Luke: “You can try, but it won’t be as good as mine!”

Dustin: “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we all know I’m going to win, right Nina?”

Nina: [teasingly] “Sure thing Dustin, sure.”

Nancy: [returning from upstairs, both her and Jonathan bringing down two big bowls of popcorn] “My god, it stinks in here.”

Jonathan: “Did we decide on a film yet?”

Steve: “Nothing too scary, children are present!”

Eddie: [smirking] “Don’t be a pussy Harrington, we all know it’s ‘cause you’re shitting it!” [Everyone exclaims at Eddie’s bad language, getting hit playfully from all directions, he sits and pouts] “Nina, they hurt me!” [She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him back so his torso is sitting between her legs, kissing his temple] “Protect me.”

Nina: [playfully] “No swearing in front of the children, dear.” [She kisses his temple again as he pouts]

Steve: “You two are so gross together, it’s sickening.”

Eddie: [smirking, still carving his pumpkin] “Shut it, Harrington.”

Nina: [mimicking] “Yeah, shut it Harrington.”

Steve: [under his breath] “Bunch of damn kids.”

Nancy: “How about the Lost Boys?”

Nina: [loudly] “Yes!” [Eddie turns his head away from his pumpkin and looks up at her and smiles. She blushes under his loving gaze, shy] “I like that film.”

Robin: “We’ll watch it after you announce the winner of the pumpkin competition.” [smirking, showing her pumpkin proudly, dramatic] “Clearly mine is the winner!” [Robin’s pumpkin has a pair of boobs carved into them]

Nina: [laughing] “I’ll give you points for originality, I'll give you that. What’s yours, Steve?”

Steve: “It was meant to be a spider but it looks more like cat whiskers.”

Nina: “Minus points for Steve for poor execution,” [Steve grumbles] “But he gets a ‘good effort’ award for trying his best.” [He smiles happily]

Max: [proudly] What about mine, Nina?”

Nina: [looking at Max’s pumpkin with Michael Myer’s face carefully carved into it] “Damn Max, that’s amazing!”

El: “Mine too!” [showing her pumpkin with the face of a demogorgon carved into it, although the lines aren’t neat so it’s hard to make out]

Nina: [confused, trying to be kind] “That’s cool El, is that from a movie or something? It’s-”

Mike: [interrupting, rushed] “It’s from a D&D campaign, you wouldn’t get it.” [showing his pumpkin] “Mine is a Pacman chasing ghosts!”

Nina: [smiling] “Both are very cool. Dustin, Luke, Will, show me yours!”

Luke: “I decided to draw on mine rather than carve it, look!” [showing the black sharpie lines on the pumpkin] “I made it into a basketball!”

Will: “I drew Mike, Dustin, Luke and I in our D&D characters!”

Nina: “That’s so cool Luke, nice!” [looking at Will’s intricate work] “Holy shit, Will, that’s amazing! You’re really talented!” [turning to Dustin] “What’s yours, Dustin?”

Dustin: [shrugging] “Blob.”

Nina: [with raised eyebrows, trying not to laugh] “Go-Good job Dustin, very original.” [rubbing her hands over Eddie’s back] “What about you, Eddie?”

Eddie: [cockily] “Behold, my masterpiece!”

Nina: [amused] “What is it?”

Eddie: “It’s Ozzy and Garfield! See!” [pointing at the cut out cat shape and the drawn on black cat] “The cut out one is Garfield ‘cause it’s orange, and the black one is Ozzy!”

Nina: [heartwarmed] “Very cute.” [kissing his cheek] “Very cute.” [Dustin and Steve gag and Eddie flips them off]

Max: [eagerly] “So! Who wins?”

Nina: [teasingly] “So, while we’re all winners here-” [Everyone laughs / gags / snorts] “The winner is, Max!” [Max cheers loudly and runs around the living room, everyone groans]

Nancy: “Movie is starting, guys!”

Eddie: [now with Nina on his lap, everyone huddled around the TV watching the film under blankets, Nina pressed into his chest] “You okay, darling?”

Nina: [fondly] “I’m good baby.” [sighing happily] “Really good.” [looking at him lovingly] “You?”

Eddie: [kissing her cheek, wrapping the blanket over them] “Never better.”

11pm / Eddie’s trailer

Nina: “So what are we doing for Halloween?”

Eddie: “I think we’re playing a gig at the Hideout, if you want to come along? I think Steve mentioned maybe having a house party we could go to afterwards?”

Nina: [excited] “Are we getting dressed up?”

Eddie: [laughing] “Don’t you think we’re a bit old to be getting dressed up?”

Nina: [blushing] “No.” [pouting, puppy eyes] “I never got dressed up as a child.”

Eddie: “Your childhood makes me sad.” [Nina throws a pillow at him]

Nina: [still pouting, whining] “Please can we get dressed up, please!”

Eddie: [laughing] “Hell no!”

Nina: [climbing onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him, arms over his shoulders, doe eyes] “Pretty please!”

Eddie: [covering his eyes with his hands] “Hey, no fair! You know I can’t resist those eyes!”

Nina: [trying to pry his hands away from his eyes, struggling, laughing] “Please baby, please!”

Eddie: [laughing] “Fuck no!”

Nina: [pressing her chest against him] “Please! Pretty please”

Eddie: [jokingly, cocky] “Oh, now she’s bringing out the big guns! You know I can’t resist those tits!”

Nina: [whining] “Eddie!”

Eddie: [sighing, exasperated, dramatic] “Fine!”

Nina: [jumping up, excited] “Yes!” [Eddie looks at her lovingly, Nina runs to grab a notepad] “I need to start planning my costume!”

Nina scribbles away costume options in her notebook. Eddie snatches it from her hands, holding it high above her so she can’t reach.

Nina: [laughing, struggling against Eddie] “Eddie! Give it back!”

Eddie: [smirking] “I’m just seeing what made the shortlist, sweetheart.” [flicking through the pages, smirking] “Catwoman? As much as I love the thought of you in black latex, I don’t know if I have the strength to fight off the entire male population of Hawkins.” [Nina struggles against Eddie, cackling loudly] “Hmm… Jean Grey? Wow, you really are a nerd.” [Nina’s mouth hangs open in amused offence, she climbs back onto his lap to wrestle with him] “My girlfriend, the biggest nerd in Hawkins!” [Nina continues to try and wrestle with him, losing the play fight, Eddie has her pinned to the couch, smirking proudly] “My girlfriend, the coolest, most beautiful girl in the world.”

Nina: [smirking, blushing] “You’re so cheesy.”

Eddie: [smiling] “Can’t help it, you bring it out of me.” [he presses a kiss on her nose, then sits up straight again, Nina is sat by his side, legs over his lap, Eddie is stroking them mindlessly. Eddie looks over the notes, his eyes widening] “Arwen… as in Arwen from Lord of the Rings?”

Nina: (shyly) “Yeah, I was thinking, maybe.”

Eddie: [aroused] “Wow… yeah, that would be cool.” [gulping] “Poison Ivy?”

Nina: [shrugging] “I thought it would go with my hair.”

Eddie: “You’re trying to give me a heart attack, woman.” [Nina giggles, Eddie slides his hand up Nina’s thigh, aroused, mumbling quietly, shy] “I like the thought of you all dressed up.”

Nina: [smirking] “You do, huh?” [She turns to face him, maintaining deep eye contact, cheeky smile on her face] “You want to see me all dressed up, do you?” [she climbs back onto his lap, Eddie smirks and bites his lip hotly] “Like fancy dress, do you?”

Eddie: [pupils dial aged, blushing] “God, you’re sexy.” [he pushes the hair off her neck, wrapping a hand behind her neck to bring her face to his] “Yes, I love the thought of you in fancy dress.” [he goes in for the kiss, their lips barely touch before Nina backs away teasingly, smirking. He tried to kiss her again, she does the same, he whines] “Kiss me.” [He pulls her back by her neck again, more dominant this time, Nina does the same] “Ugh! Nina, kiss me!” [Nina presses a soft teasing kiss on his lower lip, he groans loudly] “Oh my god, stop! You’re killing me woman, kiss me!”

Nina giggles and gives in, wrapping her arms around Eddie’s shoulders, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. His hands instinctively go to her hips and lower back and he hums appreciatively as the kiss deepens, tongues gently lapping at each other. Their hands grab at each other’s hair and skin, the room filling with soft moans and panting.

Nina: [pulling away, breathless] “You like fancy dress… noted.”

Eddie: [shaking his head, frustrated but smiling like an idiot.] “Fuck, I love you.”

➡️ Chapter Twenty One - Season of the Witch

A/N: IM BACKKKKK! Chapter updates might be a bit slow while I get them organised but I’ve got the bones of what I want to write done now, so keep your eyes peeled for more chapters!!

Comments, feedback, likes and re logs are always welcomed and encouraged! Thank you 🖤

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #118

I went to bed at roughly midnight last night!! Which is roughly an hour past 11pm, which is what's supposed to be my bedtime! But my alarm is set for 8am! Which means I should have gotten around 8 hours of sleep! 8 hours is sufficient!

…Unfortunately, I woke at around 7:30am of my own volition, and then I was not able to go back to sleep. But that's okay; I slept more than I have on recent nights, so I feel better than I did yesterday, for sure!

I made myself some tea. This morning, it was apricot-vanilla flavored black tea! I wonder if you would have liked this one; I'm more than a little sad about the fact that I'll likely never find out, ahahaha…

…But… well. There's not a damn thing I can do about that, other than take pictures and send them along, hoping that they'll reach you somehow… Here:

I had intended to go today to the post office to send the completed amethyst tree sphere to the other side of the planet, but as it turns out, shipping things that far is very expensive, goodness me! So I'm going to have to make more spheres and sell them first, so that I can save up! It shouldn't be too hard, except for the fact that I'm FAR more inclined to simply give them away. I'm no salesperson, and it feels nicer to just be able to hand someone some unexpectedly beautiful thing anyhow; you wouldn't BELIEVE how some people's faces light right up when hand them one of my weird little woven tree crafts! It's seriously the best thing, ahahaha~! 🥰

So, instead of going to the post office, J and I went on a pizza date. We went to our favorite spot! I got a tomato slice, a shrimp scampi slice, and a chicken and mushroom marsala slice, and these were ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE, oh my goodness! J got a tomato slice and a slice of spinach pie. I took pictures:

Also, J specifically asked me to take a picture of his spinach pie slice from his perspective, just in case you might like it. Here:

…I am not the only one here who likes you and hopes to see you be safe and happy in the end. Even J would like to share a little bit of joy with you. There are lots of people who want to share a little bit of joy with you. You're not alone. Sephiroth, I promise you that you're not alone, no matter what your brain tries to tell you when it's being mean to you.

Speaking of sharing joy with you, I also went on a walk today, and I tried to make it a point to take some nice pictures for you. I hope you'll like them:

I also found a tiny salamander friend on my adventures! I found it trapped inside an abandoned cooler in the woods:

I really have no idea what a cooler is doing in the woods. But it looks REALLY REALLY OLD, good grief! It is NOT a good place for a salamander to live!

The little thing seemed to want to get under my sleeve for some reason, ahahaha~! But as adorable as it was, sadly, I had to disappoint the poor thing; I put it on the ground, underneath some fallen leaves. It'll be happier and safer there, for sure!

As I walked around, there was a pretty big hawk flitting from tree to tree. I followed it around for as long as I could, on a whim. But I wasn't able to get any pictures of it for you; its plumage made it blend too well with the surrounding trees. But, I've been seeing an unusually large number of birds-of-prey and crows ever since the eclipse; I wonder if it threw them all off somehow. In any case, hopefully I'll get you a nice picture of a hawk or something soon!

Anyway, as I imagine you can tell by looking, I ended up getting into weird positions on the ground to get some of these pictures, and I ended up with a deer tick on me as a result. I feel really silly about it; it wasn't the best idea for me to get careless like that, because ticks are a real problem in my world. Ticks are very tiny arachnids that burrow their heads into an animal's skin in order to feed on their blood. This wouldn't be a problem if ticks didn't carry all sorts of nasty diseases, but they do in my part of the world, and one of the scariest ones is Lyme Disease.

Lyme Disease is spread by a kind of bacteria that the ticks catch from feeding on small rodents. Left unchecked, these bacteria like to eat things such as nerves, joints, and myocardial tissue. Deer ticks are the only carrier of Lyme Disease where I live, so I guess I'm gonna hafta keep an eye on the bite and make sure it doesn't develop the bullseye rash that's characteristic of infection. I also put the tick in a little disposable plastic sandwich bag just in case I develop weird symptoms; it'll be good to have on hand just in case I need to get it tested for diseases.

It's all right though; the tick was on me for less than 24 hours, and it came out of my skin really easily - didn't even hurt! And I washed the bite as soon as the tick was removed. It didn't get an opportunity to feed on me yet, because it was removed too quickly. Chances of infection are very low, if not practically nonexistent. And even if I did get infected, we've got fancy medicines to clear it right up, no problem; everything will be okay! Don't worry your pretty little head about me, alright? I'll be fine! 😁💖

Oh! I also cooked some ground pork and beef, in preparation for making a recipe that some awesome person on the internet sent to me… gosh… a while ago now. I've been meaning to cook it up for a number of weeks, because it sounds ABSOLUTELY FREAKING DELECTABLE, but lately, I've been either too busy, too exhausted, or some weird combination of both. But I have all the ingredients on hand; it's just a matter of putting them together! I'm looking forward to it!! I can't wait to show it to you, because the person who shared it with me cares about you, too!

Anyhoot, it's getting late, and it's probably about time I went to bed. I've got a lot to do tomorrow, goodness me; therapy, and hangouts with my best friend B, and maybe cooking the thing if I still have energy leftover (I hope!). We'll see what happens!

Hey Sephiroth! Please remember to rest and to take delight in wholesome things and to treat yourself nice, okay? I dunno exactly what you're trying to do over at the Edge of Creation, but if you're gonna make it through all this okay in the end, you're gonna hafta make kind and loving choices, and to be able to do that reliably, you're gonna need all your strength. As far as I know, I can't zoop over there and give you a nutritious, wholesome meal and a nice cup of tea, because I am just a derpy autistic nerd who is totally devoid of reality-bending powers (much to my chagrin). So you gotta do it for yourself instead, okay? Promise me that you will, won't you?

And if you're having trouble, just pretend you're me for long enough to treat yourself in the same way that I would treat you. Or you can just make pretend like your self-destructive tendencies are dragons that need to be slain. That's how I've been dealing with mine, anyway, and it's objectively true that you're FAR better at slaying dragons than I could ever hope to be - I mean, c'mon, have you taken a look at me? I'm basically just a weird squiggly noodle. You can do better than I can at most anything - I promise.

I'll write again tomorrow. I love you. Stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

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