#...and he's like 'wow okay. i definitely will make sure to never do that then'.
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It really is weird seeing my formerly... uninformed-about-trans-issues dad just go, "so, as you know, gender is a social construct..." and talk about how weird people are about the idea of trans sports. So, you know, people can change
#trans#transgender#lgbt#lgbtq#ftm#mtf#nonbinary#described images#image description in alt#what actually got this information to stick is he's making an earnest effort to earn his psych degree#and i think he's actually trying to learn from me because i ranted about what i HATED from my previous medical experiences...#...and he's like 'wow okay. i definitely will make sure to never do that then'.#he's definitely not the Perfect Person about trans stuff but he's way better than before#and i think recognizing that growth is healthier in the long run
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⥠TW: NSFW, dubcon, bathroom sex, bullying, overall just really filthy smut, virgin insert, virginity loss, somewhat dom reader, somewhat bully reader, somewhat yandere reader
⥠FEM reader
You look like one of those girls that never smiles. Like, if he were to take that empty seat next to you in the lecture hall, youâd scowl with stink eyes and then proceed to fully ignore him. Yeah, a real bitch. That's what you look likeâscary. He bets all your socials are filled with the same pictureâthe same deadpanned pouty face over and over, every single one with hundreds of likes and comments saying âWow, babe!â followed by a dozen emojis from besties and horny admirers. Selfies in the mirror, showing off skin in your tight tops and short skirtsâsimilar to the outfit youâre wearing now. Captions saying, âYou can look, but you could never touch.â Yeah, he bets youâre a real attention whore. And the worst part is that youâre not even overselling, either. Youâre gorgeousâeven with that sour look on your face, heâd pay cold, hard-earned cash in exchange for a pair of your worn panties.
Yeah, thereâs no way heâd dare sit next to you. Heâs already sweating bullets just thinking about it. Even though youâre one in a million similar girls who wouldnât give him the time of day, he's still one in a million loser incels who would do anything for it. And thatâs the cold reality.
Even if heâd like to get just a whiff of your sweet perfume, he canât. The status quo forbids it. Heâs afraid the jocks will smell fresh blood in the water the moment he does, then swarm him in a matter of seconds, circling before tearing him to shreds. Theyâd beat him to a pulp in the bathroom, smash his head in over the sinkâpiss in the toilet, then flush it down with his bloodied faceâand heâd have to walk reeking of it all the way home.
So, noâhe really canât sit next to you.Â
But no other seats are available, and the lecture is starting soonâŚÂ
Why did absolutely everyone decide to show up today?
Oh fuck it, this isnât high school. College bullies surely donât bother with petty cases like this, right? Theyâre all about their frat initiations and rivalries to have enough spare time to beat him up over improper seating. Oh, but what if youâre one of their girlfriendsâyouâll tell on him, and then heâll definitely be beaten up, maybe even killed.
No. Heâs overthinkingâlike always. No one is that mean. If you donât like him sitting there, youâll just tell him. And heâll move. No harm done. Right? Heâs not sitting in the stairwell when thereâs a perfectly good and empty seat right there, right? Is he?
Yes. Yes, he is.Â
âHey, if youâre looking for a seat, this oneâs empty,â a sweet voice calls out over his inner monologue, making him clutch the strap of his bookbag tighter with a flinch of his entire rigid bodyâhis eyes peeled as he looked around to try and find the source of the sound even though he knew where it had come from. Itâs as if the possibility of your voice sounding like anything aside from a she-demon was out of the question. But no, it is you.Â
But thereâs no way youâre talking to him, so he looks around againâthere must be someone else in need of the seat aside from him. But then, why are you looking right at him? Are you pulling some type of prank? Are you really that cruel? Youâre probably filming him or somethingâlive-streamingâthe chatâs blaring with ew, what a creep and omg, uggo alert right about now. He should just go home before the jocks, along with the rest of the internet, can get him.
âAre you okay?â you askâbut no, he must be hearing you wrongâthereâs just no way, even though youâre looking right at him. âI think itâs starting soonâyou should probably sit.â
Itâs as if his fight or flight response is broken because he does the exact opposite of eitherâas if on autopilot, sitting down in a rush against his better judgment.
The lecture starts shortly, solidifying his choice, but he canât pay attention. No, he needs to keep his guard up. Any second now, someoneâs going to do a drive-by and throw a milkshake at him or something vile of the like, and youâll have filmed it all even though he canât spot you holding a phoneâand then the entire hall would burst into laughter at his expense.
âPstââ A soft whisper comes from next to him, from between the gloss of your pretty lips. You smell like candy and fruit, and it makes his gut tightenâboth from anxiety and something more shameful. âIâm sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mineâs all outâa ink.â
You give him an awkward smile, and he very nearly runs away. But no, heâs glued to the seatâwith nervously wrecked hands shaking as he bends for his bag and unzips it, reaching for his pencil case painfully slow as if disarming some type of bomb. Redoing the same when he opens the case and rummages for a viable pen he could offer.
When he hands it to you, heâs almost sure you plan to stab him with it. But you do no such thing.
âThanks, youâre a lifesaver!â You cheer instead, beaming with a much brighter smile than before. âI owe you!â
His ears ring with your praise. Blushing beat red as he rips away from your gazeâstill unable to focus on what the professor is preachingânot when from out of the corner of his eye, he can see you sucking on his pen like a lollypopâor something else not so innocent.
Oh, heâd been so wrong.
So, so, so very wrong.
You do smile. You smile a lot, actually. You just have one of those faces that rests bitchy. But still, bubbly airhead or not, a girl like you still shouldn't be seen with a loser like him. Itâs social suicide. And still, youâre on your knees before him in a dirty little bathroom stallâthe same dirty bathroom stall he feared getting a swirlie, scraping the walls with his nails to try and thwart his assailantsâonly, now clutching the walls for a much different reason, holding on for his mortal soul as you seek to suck it out of his fat throbbing cock.
You want to repay himâyouâd saidâfor the pencil. He hadn't understood why youâd winked at him before youâd all but dragged him off and flung him inside the menâs bathroom, having his very life flash before his eyes.
You both make the sloppiest sounds as you make an utter mess on and of him, making him cry on all frontsâcock weeping with thick pearly beads of pre while his eyes well up with tears down his flushed face, all sweaty with panic and bliss.Â
The moans springing from his chest are virginal and raw and sweet music to your ears, panting for you like a puppyâyouâre sure they can hear him out in the hallway when passing by. One of his hands clasps itself on top of his mouth, holding tightly to keep it all withinâeyes shut and brows cinched. And yet, he makes no effort to shove you offâhips left jerking and jittering in response to your refined technique where you take him deeply, all the way down to the base, hallowing your cheeks, throttling him with your throat as your tongue wipes his creamy slit clean.
Itâs painfully clear heâs never experienced anything like it, but thatâs what turns you on the most. Sick as you are, you could suck him dry and savor every drop of him, knowing youâre the first ever to get a taste. But no, by now, your pussyâs so soaked you feel yourself dripping past the soggy lace of your panties, running down your soft thighs in waste.
Heâs misty-eyed when you pull off with an ever-cruel popâa sick mix of relief and sorrow warping his chest, feeling conflicted by the pulse making him think heâs on the verge of a heart attack if you continueâand another strumming his cock, making him think heâs going to keel over and die if you leave him unfinished.
Even so, heâs in a state of complete shell shock as you mount him on top of the toilet seat heâs melting against. Chest heaving, watching you as you lift your skirt up and peal your slick underwear to the side for him to lay his bleary swiveled eyes on your bared and dripping pussy.
âI love nice guys like youââ you moan, pouring the honeyed words down his throat as you ghost his parted lips with your spit-slicked ones, straddling his lap and shimmying ever closer until your tits squish against his chest. âThey make me so wet, I lose all self-control.âÂ
He gulps in your shadow, looking up at you for mercyâcock twitching painfully between your thighs as your wrap your hand around his base real snug, giving him a nice tug as you line him up with your needy heatâmaking him all but squeal beneath you.
Your other hand makes its way into his hair, braiding your fingers within the locks to hold him steadyâgently pulling his head back while leering down at him like caught prey. Playing with him just so, teasing him with your words, all in your sultry voice, making his head spin hot with a fever, âYouâll be a good boy and fuck me, wonât you? Pretty please?â
His breaths are heavy and wet, coming out shaky with his instant answer, âY-yesââ all weak in a pathetic whimper that almost has you cum too soon.
âYouâre so nice~ thank you,â you croon against his lips, kissing him sloppily with your tongue in his mouth as you shift your hips and start lowering your sopping cunt down upon his seeking length, taking him in with greedy ease, eagerly gripping his soft cockhead like a toy in a claw machine.
âFhuâfuckââ he stutters under his breath, whinging before planting his teeth into his lip to keep it at bayâfeeling like putty beneath you, sweaty and heavy and dumb, eagerly wanting all which you sought to give himâonly more flushed at your mean undertones as you play with him like food on a silver platter.
You sling your arms around his neck and push your chest harder against him, moaning all too brazenly, âOh! Fuck yesâthatâs so good,â you sing while slowly taking him in further. âA nice guy with a big bad bullyâs dick is the best!âÂ
He whines in return as his inches get eatenâeach devoured one by one until his tip kneads into the mouth of your womb.
Sighing happily, you kiss his cheek and put your lips right at his ear with another wanton whimper, âYou fill me up so so good.â Roosting on the size, thighs resting flush against his, feeling all giddy as it stretches you out oh-so-nicely. âSuch a good toy-cock for me,â keening at the way it twitches inside you, pulsing in response to your tight walls, clenching it in ways itâs never before felt.
His eyes are already rolling back into his skull once you start lolling your hipsâriding him, but keeping him deep at all timesâlifting just enough for it to pull out only a little before sinking back down, making it settle into that perfect needy little spot inside you that makes your whole body shiver in delight.
âMmh,â You suck his ear lobe, releasing it with a soft bite, before smiling down at him and his sweat-pilled expression. Cooing at him, âYouâre a virgin, arenât you?â
He canât even answer with words anymore, only giving a dumb mewl as he nods his head. But, of course, youâre already well aware.
âMmhââ your eyes gleam with delight, giving his lap a mean ride, leaving him all but breathless, before asking, âDâyou like it, virgin boy? âYou like my pussy? Like the way it milks your chubby cock for your cum?â
He nods again, even more eagerly this timeâlooking downright pathetic in every sense of the word.
âDo you want to?â you offer to his desperation, feeling as though heâs falling apart at your fingertips, needing you to hold him together. âIâll let you since youâre such a sweet guyââ you tease while clenching his cock, making it impossible to want anything else no matter the consequence. âIn exchange for a favor, of course.â
He couldnât care less what the favor wasâway beyond willing to pay any price you ask of him as he finally makes a move and grabs your hips with a strength you hadnât thought he had the balls to perform, planting you down firmly and holding you with such need as his hips jitter and stutterâresting his cheek on your shoulder in drool and tears with a lovesick groan leaving him as he fills your pussy up with his creamy spend.
His whole body shakesâspasming in cute little aftershocks as he clutches onto your body, hugging you tightly.
You respond in kind, cuddling him and kissing the top of his head. âThat was so warm and fillingâwhat a good boyâyou did so well,â you murmur ever-sweetly while petting his head, combing through his sweaty locks with your long glitter-pink nailsâkeeping your voice saccharine. âDid you enjoy yourself, hm? Your first time cumming in pussy instead of your dirty olâ sock?â
You pick his face upâcupping his sloppy jaw in both palmsâhis eyes half-mast and glazed as you nose-kiss him with a smile on your face.
âYou loved it, didnât you? Silly virgin boyâŚâ
Your cunt tingles at the sight of himâwrecked beauty, sweaty and undone. You feel his cock unswell inside you and decide to lift off and release himâletting it flop out and splat on his tummy in a puddle of slick.
âLook,â you fuss, holding his face in direction of it. âYou made such a pretty messâisnât it lovely?â
Your pussy is left glistening and puffy, still wanting and waiting for its final hurrah. Your breath turns headier and so does your voice, now with a new darkness to it as you whisper, âTime for that favor, sweet boy.âÂ
He blinks dumbly, impossibly hopeless, wrapped so tightly around your pinky itâs pitiful. Of course, you take advantageâguiding his head to level with your cunt.Â
âOpen wide, tongue out flat.â
He obeys wordlessly. And oh god it makes your gut stir viscouslyâwatching his tongue loll free between parted lips.
Your voice flares with bliss at the sight, shy of unhinged, as you giggle breathily, âThatâs rightâtaste the pretty mess you made.â
Heâs pushed face-first, trapped between your thighs with his jaw like an open cup beneath you, tonguing the mixed slick from your slit and slurping it all up without shame.
And fuckâit feels so good, you lose even more of your mind while tugging him even closerâall but pulling him off the toilet seat, making him kneel down on the floor instead. And still, he makes no effort to escape, but the oppositeâseeking to go deeper into your cunt, crying into you as he laps up every last drop of yours and his arousalâmaking your thighs quake around him, grinding down against his mouth, onto his eager tongue, having it pet your clit over and over until you also come to the same sudden stumbling halt.
âYesâyes! Oh, fuck! Iâm gonnaâitâs comingââ
And there it goes, ripping along your loins, surging from your lower belly. With both your hands tangled harshly in his hair, heâs not going anywhere, lips locked with yours as it starts pouring.
Youâre squirting on himâhot and hardâon his tongue, inside his mouth, down his throat, in his belly. Youâre squirting on him and heâs drinking it, he realizesâbut even so, he isnât able to stop. Instead, he unwinds his jaw even wider, digs his tongue deeper, and accepts every drop of the warm stream as it drenches his face and splashes down his collar and shoulders, utterly soaking his shirt, making in see-through as it clings to his chest like a second skin.
Youâve closed your eyes and thrown your head back, basking in every last little twitch of your body as you relieve yourself all over his face.
Finally, after a moment, you let go of his hair and step backâfeeling refreshed and happy with your workâseeing the poor loser sit before the toilet, all drenched and exhausted with his limp cock spent and messy, looking like a beautiful wreck.
You smile, pulling your panties back in place, and you skirt down again before unlocking the stall and opening the door, only looking back at him for a moment, tapping your nail at a few matching pink scribbles written on the wall. âHereâs my number and address if you wanna have more fun." And then you leave, just like that. "Bye-bye~â
⥠BNHA â Amajiki, Deku, Shigaraki, Shinso ⥠JJK â Yuuta, Choso, Nanami ⥠HQ â Kageyama, Kenma ⥠CSM â Denji ⥠BLLK â Isagi ⥠DS â Zenitsu ⥠WB â Sakura, Nirei
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#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut
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PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
Behind Closed Doors
Your admiration of his vest leads you to an empty office with his face buried between your thighsâand an urgent Emily demanding your whereabouts.
Warnings: (18+ MDNI) soft!dom spence (are we even surprised), fingering, oral sex (f), semi-public, slight overstimulation, and Emily kind of overhears because she calls Reader in the middle of the deed (oops). 5k words
A/n: I donât have any excuse for this one, I just wanted to rewrite this scene of him because looking at it is not enough
You heard him before you saw him. It wasn't his voice per se, but the distinct sound of rapid shots cutting through the air. The noise seemed to intensify as you stepped into the control room, almost overbearing, but you'd long since grown used to its piercing sound.
"Is that Reid?" You asked, your polished boots echoing into the confined space. The officer monitoring him through the surveillance camera glanced over at you, and even though her expression didn't betray outright displeasure, you could hear a subtle edge in her voice.
"Agent Y/L/N," she greeted, her eyes darting between the rows of monitors, then to you, and finally settling on the clipboard in her hand. "You're not supposed to be here."
"Actually, I am. Itâs Tuesday, my usual training day.â
"Not for another hour."
"I know," you countered, holding up your wrist to check your watch. "But I have some spare time, thought Iâd come by early."
âIâm afraid itâs occupied right now. Agent Reid is still in the middle of his test."
This caught your attention. "What test?"
She glanced at you, her expression conflicted. "It's just a routine evaluation."
"He's currently not an active agent," you pointed out. It hadnât been too long since his release from prison. It didnât make any sense for him to go through an evaluation, not when he was behind bars for the past few weeks. Then recognition dawned on your face. "He's being evaluated to rejoin the team, isn't he?"
"I... I'm not at liberty to discuss that," she replied. Her gaze faltered momentarily before she nodded slowly, confirming your suspicions. "But yes, it's standard procedure for agents returning from extended leave."
"Oh wowâokay," you responded, absorbing the information. Your eyes flickered towards the monitor. "How's he doing?"
Her lips formed a thoughtful line before she answered, "Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp."
You let out a laugh, finding the comparison amusing. You'd known Spencer for what, three, four years? While he wasn't bad with firearms, comparing him to a historical figure like Wyatt Earp seemed a bit exaggerated. However, as you watched him through the monitors, despite your initial skepticism, you couldn't deny the truth in her words.
You had witnessed him handle a gun countless times, but always in situations where there was a real threat, where you both had to be on high alert. Yet as you observed him now from a different perspective, it was hard to tear your eyes away. It was as if he was in his element, and Spencer Reid in his element never looked so... attractive?
Now that wasn't an exaggeration. Although you had never admitted this to anyoneâgod forbid what your teammates would sayâthere was an undeniable charm to the confidence he exuded. While Spencer had always been attractive, there was something different about the way he handled the gun.
You were sure it had something to do with his time in prison. After all, who wouldn't be affected by such a daunting place, especially when you werenât supposed to be there in the first place? Yet, surprisingly, Spencer seemed to be coping better than you expected. Despite the toll it must have taken on him, it was evident that his experiences had shaped him, perhaps more than he let on.
Although he was still the same sweet, adorable guy you considered one of your closest friends. But you weren't sure your current observation of him fitted the typical definition of friendship⌠because there was nothing remotely friendly about the thoughts running in your head right now.
Not only was it not friendly, but it wasn't exactly innocent. Because look at him. Look at the way he was gripping the gun, his arms defined beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Look at the way his protective glasses covered his face, the black-rimmed frames accentuating his handsome features. And even though you had seen him wear the uniform vest countless times, somehow it was undeniably distracting the way it hugged his chest.Â
Yepâthere was nothing remotely friendly about how you wanted to climb up the man.
A sudden buzz echoed in the room, snapping you to reality. You glanced up and noticed the officer you were talking to entering the monitor screen and it dawned on you that you had been so distracted by your thoughts that you hadn't realized she had left the control room.
"I'll send the results to the review board this evening," the officer's voice resonated from the screen.
"Did I do okay?" His voice came through.
"Like the second coming of Wyatt Earp," she replied, echoing her earlier assessment. Her gaze shifted to the printed cardboard image of a man, supposedly representing the Unsub, which was shredded right around the face. "Or... Al Capone, maybe."
You observed Spencer's slight nod as she turned and walked out of the screen. Quickly, you exited the control room and met her in the hallway.
"Agent Y/L/N," she called out as she spotted you. "You can have the room in five minutesâ"
"I need to reschedule."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Reschedule?"
"Uh... yes, something urgent came up," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.
She regarded you for a moment before nodding. "Alright, just let me know when you want to reschedule."
"I will, thank you," you said quickly. Sensing her lingering gaze, you added, "Oh, I'm just waiting for Reid. I need his help on... something."
A faint smile played on her lips, though she didn't press further. "Of course, I'll leave you to it then."Â
With a nod, she turned and walked away just as the door at the end of the hallway opened, revealing Spencer emerging from the room. His eyes met yours in confusion, and you could sense his curiosity as he approached you.
"Hey," he greeted. "What are you doing here?"
You cocked your head to the side.
What were you doing here?Â
You took a moment to gather your thoughts before offering a shrug. "Just passing by, I guess."
His brow furrowed slightly as if he sensed there was more to your answer than you were letting on. "Alright," he said, though his curiosity lingered in his gaze.
You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, suddenly feeling the need to change the subject. "So, how did the evaluation go?"
"So you've heard.â
"Yeah," you confirmed, starting to walk down the hallway as he stepped in pace beside you. "I can't wait for you to be back on the team. Officially, that is."
"If they let me back on the team."
"Of course they will," you reassured him, your hand finding its place on his shoulder, offering support. "You're more than qualified."
He sighed, and you tried not to notice the subtle movement of his vest across his chest, or how it shifted under your touch. "You think so?"
"I know so," you affirmed, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, they'll definitely bring you back."
He stopped his pace, and so did you, before his eyes flickered towards your hand on his shoulder. He must've sensed something different, considering you weren't exactly the type of person who liked physical contact. Neither of you were, actually. While Spencer was known for his aversion to germs, you simply preferred maintaining a certain level of personal space.
"Seriously," he wondered, his tone laced with curiosity. "What are you doing down here?"
You cleared your throat. "I told you, I was just passing by."
"Really? Is that why you're talking to me instead of going through your usual training?" he pressed on. "It's Tuesday. I'm well aware of your schedule."
Damn him and his eidetic memory. You shifted away from his gaze. "Can't a girl just choose to have a chat with a friend?"
"You chose me over your scheduled routine?â his lips curved into a subtle smile. âAm I that much of a distraction?â
Yes, that damn vest is distracting me.
"Distraction might be a bit strong,â you replied, the lie sounding feeble even to your own ears.
"So youâre admitting Iâm slightly distracting?"
"I never said that.â
Spencer leaned in and you felt the heat of his proximity radiating from his body. "But you didn't deny it either.â
You felt a faint blush creep onto your cheeks as you realized the shift in his tone. Dare you say he was... flirting with you? Or was it just your imagination running wild? From the corner of your eye, you caught the subtle way he licked his lips, and without meaning to, your own gaze was drawn to the movement.
It was a habit of his, one you'd observed countless times before whether it was out of concentration or a mere reflex. But seeing it up close now, the way his tongue traced the curve of his bottom lip, was driving you insane.
You swallowed hard. This was not friendly behavior. A friend wouldn't be imagining what it would feel like to have his tongue on your lips instead.
"Y/N?"
Your face felt hot as you met his gaze. "I..."
Before you could respond, the sound of laughter and chatter from down the hallway reached your ears. You heard Penelope's unmistakable giggle with JJ's animated voice, and suddenly your instinct took over. Without a second thought, you reached out and grabbed Spencerâs arm, pulling him into an empty office nearby.Â
The door shut with a soft thud, and you frowned, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You didn't want to be caught in a state of flustered panic like some nervous school girl talking to her crush, but as Spencer stood behind you, you realized you were overreacting. The more you dwelled on it, the more absurd it seemed to hide away when there was no reason to.
With a sigh, you turned to face him. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to..."
But as your gaze met him, your words faltered because he was standing closer than you expected. Close enough that the color of his eyes seemed to intensify under the soft light filtering through the windowâa rich brown, like warm chocolate, with specks of gold that danced in the sunlight.
Your eyes involuntarily traced downwards, from the sharp lines of his nose to the curve of his lips, lingering on the stubble lining his jawline. Your mind wandered, and now you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel having it against your skin. Or how it would feel pressed against your thigh.
Your face grew hotter at the thought.
"Y/N? Are you alright?" he asked, taking a step forward. You squeaked in surprise, an actual high-pitched sound leaving your lips, as you felt the hard surface of his vest pressing against your chest.
"It's just..." You hesitated, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. "You're standing really close..."
He glanced down at you, his eyes resting on your lips. "Do you want me to move?"
"I... uh..."
His eyes flickered back up to meet yours. "I'll take that as a no."
Before you could process his words, his hand reached up, fingers gently gripping your waist. You felt a rush of heat spread through you at his touch, the sensation seeping through your shirt and you found yourself leaning into him, your breath catching in your throat as his face hovered closely above yours.
It was happening. Your heart pounded in your chest as his lips drew closer. You couldnât believe it, he was going to kiss youâSpencer-fucking-Reid was going to kiss you.
But just as his lips hovered dangerously close against yours, he suddenly stopped.
"Just to make this clear," he began, running a thumb along your side. "I respect you, both as a friend and a colleague. I don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with, so if you think this is pushing any boundaries thenâ"
"Spencer," you cut in. "Just kiss me already."
With a hint of relief and a small smile playing on his lips, he finally closed the gap between you.
You never imagined his lips could be so soft. He had the softest lips that moved against your own with a hint of coffee and something undeniably sweet. Those soft, soft lips parted away from yours for a moment before he leaned back in, more desperate, more needy. And when he swiped your bottom lip with his tongue, seeking entrance, you couldn't help but welcome him with a soft moan of pleasure.
He devoured you then, his tongue pushing eagerly into your mouth, his lips enveloping you with a hunger that left you breathless as he pressed himself against you. Before you could fully grasp what was happening, you were walking backward until your back collided with the solid surface of the desk.Â
With strength you didnât know he possessed, he effortlessly lifted you and perched you on top of it, prompting a surprised squeal to escape your lips. He laughed in response but you were too caught up in the moment to worry about whether he found you amusing.Â
Your hands eagerly roamed over his chest, fingers curling around the strap of his vest as you pulled him closer. He slipped between your parted legs with ease and when he pressed his evident bulge against your core, you both gasped in pleasure.
"We should... we should probably stop, right?" he murmured, his voice muffled against your lips. Despite his words, his actions betrayed his self-control as he began to roll his hips against you.
âWe're at work, someone mightââ He groaned. âSomeone might⌠hear us..."
He was right, but you found yourself unable to care about anything else but the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your heat.
"We could stop, or..." you found yourself saying without thinking. Your hands moved with a mind of their own, finding their way between you as you started to unbutton your shirt, the fabric slipping away to reveal more of your skin.Â
"Or..." He prompted, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip yet again, his breath coming out in shallow, ragged bursts.
"Or..." you repeated, pushing the front of your shirt open. "We could be quiet."
"We could be quiet," he agreed all too quickly. "We could definitely be quiet."
You let out an amused laugh. "Weâre going to get in trouble if anyone finds us."
âThen you shouldnât make a sound.â
âMe? What aboutâoh.â
His lips were already trailing down your body, leaving soft kisses as they lingered on your neck, across your collarbone, and then he moved lower, sucking lightly on the swell of your breasts. A whimper of his name escaped your lips, your fingers entwining in his hair.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes drinking at the sight of your breast pushed up against your bra, a glistening sheen of his saliva coating your skin.
âYou are stunning,â he murmured, before leaning back in to place a tender kiss on the spot where your collarbone met your shoulder. âHow far do you want to take this?â
You blinked, trying to ground yourself into the moment between the lust fogging your brain. âWhat do you mean?â
âThis,â he muttered as he rutted his hips against yours, drawing a needy moan from you. âHow far are you willing to go?â
âIf youâre asking whether I want to have sex with you, the answer is a hundred percent yes.â
You could practically feel his smile on your skin as he buried himself in the crook of your neck.
âThatâs good to know,â he whispered, causing you to arch your back as your chest pressed against the hard material of his vest. âBut I donât think we can do much considering weâre supposed to be working. Well, you at least.â
You grasped his shoulders, pushing him away to meet his gaze. âI thought we agreed to keep quiet.â
âWe can keep quiet,â he assured you, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. âBut I canât rush my time with you. Besides, you deserve a much better setting than an unoccupied office full of dust.â
âSounds like a you problem.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lightly along your jawline. âMaybe, but itâs more about time, really. I just want to takeââ His lips brushed against your cheek. âMy timeââ A peck on your lips. âWith you.â
You melted right there and then. You couldâve sworn you were nothing but a puddle mess. If he wasnât holding you for support you were sure you could fall right back to the floor.
âAlright then,â you finally said, reaching for the buttons of your shirt with trembling hands only to be stopped as his fingers curled around your wrist.
âWhat are you doing?â
You shot him a puzzled look. âI thought you didnât want to have sex right now.â
âI didnât say anything about stopping,â he replied, releasing your hand before his palms slid up your thighs. âThere are plenty of other things we can do.â
You felt the heat rising in your cheeks. âLike what?â
âWell, I guess we'll just have to get creative.â
Your breath hitched when his fingers hovered over the button on your pants. You watched with a mix of excitement and disbelief as he started to undo them, your mind turning into a mushy mess. It was as if every neuron in your brain had decided to stop working.
âLift your hips for me.â
You met his gaze, trying to summon up your composure but you couldnât help the nervous twitch of your lips. He smiled at you.
âCome on, pretty girl, we donât have all day.â
Not only were you melting, but you were practically liquid by now. Your body moved on its own accordâyour hands gripping his shoulders as you lifted your hips, synchronizing perfectly with his gentle movements to slide the material over your hips and down your legs.
He placed your pants on the empty space beside you while his eyes never left your body. His gaze lingered on the rise and fall of your chest, and he leaned in, his fingers trailing over your skin before settling on the hem of your panties. His thumb slid to the front, brushing along the delicate material. Your hips bucked as he continued to run his thumb up and down as if he were trying to map out your slick folds over the fabric.
âLook at you dripping,â he mused, his eyes fixated on the way his thumb slid over to your clit. âAre you always this wet?â
Your cheeks heated at the question. He wasnât even trying to make it come off as dirty talk; he asked it like a normal question, as if he were simply wondering about what you ate for breakfast. But the question alone had your face burning because you did not expect it to come from him.
âI⌠I guess so.â
âYou guess so?â he asked, his tone amused. He hooked his fingers into the material of your panties before pushing it to the side.
âI-I donât know.â You let out a breathless moan when his fingers grazed your slit. âWhenever Iâm turned on, I donât... I donât exactly touch myself just to check how wet I am.â
Spencer chuckled softly, angling his hand between your thighs before gently pushing his middle finger into your entrance. You gasped at the sudden stretch, brows furrowing as he pressed further, and your hand instinctively gripped onto his arm.
âDo you often touch yourself?â
Your head fell back as he started to move.
âM-Maybe,â you managed to stutter out.
"What do you think of when you do?" he asked slowly, his own breath starting to grow shallow as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He observed the way your mouth fell open, your tongue slightly slipping out in the corner, and the way your eyes shut closed. He was fascinated by the effect he had on you, on how just a simple touch had you squirming.
âA⌠a lot of things,â you managed to reply.
âHave you ever thought of me?â
Whoa.
The question caught you off guard, and you blinked, momentarily stunned.
This was dangerous territory, but then again, nothing seemed quite as risky as being fingered by your coworker on a Tuesday afternoon. So what harm could it be if you admitted that yes, in fact, he had crossed your mind when you touched yourself wishing it was his fingers instead?
A lot of harm, actually. One, it seemed like an inappropriate confession given your friendship. Friends don't usually imagine each other in sexual scenarios. And two, you could die of embarrassment.
"No," you replied, hoping your voice sounded more confident than you felt.
He hummed skeptically. âI thought we were past the point of lying between profilers.â With a pause, he added another finger inside you, causing you to bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. âIs this how you imagined it in your fantasies?â
What was the point of lying now? You swallowed hard, trying to think of a witty response to distract from the intense pleasure coursing through your body.
âUh⌠This is slightly better.â
âSlightly? Iâm hurt.â He pressed his thumb onto your clit. âWhat else did you think of then?â
Your cheeks flushed even more. âYou⌠well, um, you also used your tongue.â
The airy laugh he let out sent a shiver down your spine. âReally? And how did that fantasy play out?"
Your heart raced as you tried to find the right words. "Let's just say it involved a lot more tongue action and a lot less talking."
His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. âThen letâs reenact it.â He gently pulled his fingers out of you. âLay on your back.â
With a shaky breath, you complied, sprawling out on the desk, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you. When he reached for the waistband of your panties, you couldn't help but crack a joke. "If I knew this was the direction this day was heading, I would've worn my fanciest underwear."
Spencer shook his head. âTrust me, you don't need fancy underwear to drive me crazy."
He then deftly removed your panties, his movements confident yet tender, like he was unwrapping a precious gift. When the fabric pooled at your ankle, he got down on his knees and parted your legs wider, positioning himself between them.
You watched, anticipation building, as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your inner thigh. Then, with a teasing glance, he pressed his lips to your skin, planting soft kisses along the trail of your inner thigh, inching closer to your core.
You shivered at the sensation and your heart raced with every kiss. His hands roamed over your thighs, tracing delicate patterns while his mouth brushed closer to where you craved him the most. You bit down your bottom lip, unable to contain the moan that escaped as his tongue flicked out, grazing your sensitive flesh.
This was definitely better than your fantasies, the ones you'd harbored in secret, too taboo to admit even to yourself. But here you were, living out those desires in the most deliciously real way possible.
You gasped as his tongue lavished your slit, tasting every inch, mixing your arousal that was beginning to drip from your core with his saliva. Your back arched off the desk, thighs trembling and when they threatened to close, he made sure two heavy palms kept them open long enough for his tongue to drag over your clit.
You couldnât believe this was happening. Somehow it felt like a dream, but everything was real. His face was right between your thighs; his mouth pressed against your cunt, his tongue lapping through your wet folds. And it wasnât as simple as tasting you, he was eating you, devouring you, swallowing every drop of your arousal as if he couldnât get enough of your taste.
You started to lose control of your mind, your body, your actions. Your hips bucked to meet his tongue, your jaw slackening as stifled moans spilled from your lips. And that was when you felt itâa faint vibration against your thigh. At first, you thought it was just the sensation of his touch, but then the loud, unmistakable loud ringtone of your phone shattered the moment.
"Shit!" You squealed, scrambling to grab your phone from your discarded pants. The last thing you needed was for someone to discover you in this compromising position.
"It's Emilyââ You pushed his head away, trying to hide your flushed face as he looked at you with surprise. His lips were glistened with your arousal and his hair seemed messier. God, he looked so pretty.
"Don't answer it."
"It might be important." With a pointed look, you silently urged him to keep quiet as you brought the phone to your ear with trembling fingers. âH-Hey... what's up?"
Emily's voice came through the line, slightly muffled by the sounds of commotion in the background. âHey, I need you to review the report you submitted yesterday, you left a few details about the Unsub.â
Spencer's lips brushed against your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, and you had to bite back a moan. You shot him a warning glare, mouthing âstopâ before turning your attention back to the call.
âY/N? Are you listening?â
âYeah,â you breathed out. âSo⌠um, which report?â
"The case in Florida," your boss explained. "You mentioned that the Unsub was targeting women between the ages of 25 and 35âŚâ
You were trying to listen, you really were, but it was hard when you felt his fingers ease into your cunt, your juices dripping out, coating his flesh as he curled them inside. You almost let out a whine as his thumb pressed to your clit, caressing in circular motions.Â
ââŚhe's also been stalking younger women."
Your eyes screwed shut as he sped up his pace. His touch was driving you crazy, and you could barely register the conversation over the sounds of your own arousal echoing in the room.
âY/N.â
You snapped your eyes open, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you tried to concentrate on the call. "Uh, yeah, go on," you managed to stammer, hoping she didn't notice your wavering tone.
âAre you okay? You sound... off," Emily's voice cut through the haze of pleasure. You shot Spencer another pleading look, but he simply smiled at you with a hand still between your thighs and the other slipping underneath your bra.
You forced yourself to take a deep breath, fighting against the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Uh, yeah, I⌠I-Iâm doing my training.â
You mentally cursed yourself for the terrible excuse. Emily didn't seem entirely convinced. "Training?"
"Yeah, you know, the uh... firearm training? I-Itâs Tuesday.â
There was a pause on the other end before she spoke again. âAre you sure youâre okay? You sound like you're in pain."
You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers curled inside of you. "No, no, I'm fine. Just... a little out of breath from all the⌠shooting."
Spencer let out an incredulous scoff, and you shot him a pointed glare.
âAre you with someone?â
You hesitated, racking your brain for a believable excuse, but all you could muster was a feeble, "Uh, nope.â
There was a pause on the other end, and the tension in the air seemed to thicken as your body flushed with heat. Meanwhile, Spencer seemed intent on torturing you, never stopping his pace. If anything, it seemed like his movements were increasing. Just when you thought you couldn't feel more exposed, another scoff echoed through your ear, this time from Emily.
âAlright, where are you really?â she pressed, her tone indicating she wasn't buying your flimsy excuse.
âI told you I-Iâm doing my training.â
She laughed. âY/N, we profile people as a job. I can sense your lie even through the phone.â
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. What was up with these profilers and their knack for sniffing out lies? You were one yourself, but apparently, you were no match for their scrutiny.
âIâm notââ your words were cut short when he stood up, hovering above you. You looked up at him, smiling at you innocently as his fingers continued to curl deep inside you. You clutched his forearm with your free hand, attempting to steady yourself.
"I'm not lying," you managed to squeak out.
"Mhm," came Emily's voice from the other end. âJust come by my office and grab the report, okay?â
Your breath hitched as his fingertips delved deeper, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of his hand moving between your legs, coated in your arousal with each thrust. You could feel your orgasm edging closer. Your hips moved in sync with his motions as the pressure built, the tension coiling tighter in your stomach andâ
âY/N!â
âY-Yes, Iâm⌠Iâm coming.â Spencer's low chuckle filled your ears, and you realized what you'd unintentionally implied. Your eyes widened in embarrassment. âI mean, I-Iâll be there soon, okay, bye!â
You quickly slammed your phone down on the desk, ending the call with a thud. But before you could even take a breath, Spencer's fingers were back to their rapid pace, driving you to the edge of sanity. Your body staggered under his touch, your hips moving in sync with his relentless rhythm, the world outside the room fading away into a blur of pleasure.
"A-Ahâw-wait, fuckâ"
You barely managed to utter a protest before his hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure. Your back arched, your head thrown back as you tightened your grip on his wrist, your body writhing beneath him as your orgasm consumed you.
It lasted longer than you expected and Spencer seemed determined to push you over the edge as he shifted his attention from your cunt to your sensitive clit. His fingers withdrew momentarily, only to return with a renewed intensity, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Your senses were on overload as you moaned into his hand, the sound muffled but still audible. He worked you, over and over, and you didn't even know your body could take so much. Every stroke, every caress sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, building up to an intensity that bordered on overwhelming.
Your legs shook uncontrollably as the sensations reached a fever pitch. It was all too much, too intense, and in a moment of desperation, you pushed his hand away. When the last tremors of your orgasm finally faded away, you collapsed back onto the desk, panting heavily, your limbs feeling like jelly.Â
Spencer removed his hand from your mouth, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched you catch your breath. âAre you okay?"Â
You nodded weakly. âYeah, just⌠that was intense.â
âGood intense?â
âReally good intense,â you replied with a sheepish grin, which only made him smile. With shaky hands, you pushed yourself up from the desk, feeling a wave of satisfaction wash over you. As you began to dress yourself, you couldn't help but steal a glance at himâor rather, the evident bulge underneath his pants.
âThat⌠that doesnât look comfortable,â you remarked.
Spencer waved off your worry with a dismissive chuckle. âDonât worry about me, I can take care of it myself.â
âHere? At work?â Your eyes widened at the implication. âI didn't know you had it in you.â
He cocked his head to the side. âThatâs not what I meant. Itâll eventually go away if I ignoreâstop staring at it,â he added with a laugh. âYouâre not helping.â
Your gaze lingered a moment too long on his bulge. "I can think of another way to help.â
Spencer's breath caught in his throat, his imagination running wild with possibilities, but he quickly regained his composure. "Go," he said, gently nudging you towards the door once you were properly dressed. "Emily's waiting for you."
Your eyes swept over him and a wave of awkwardness suddenly washed over you. What was the protocol after experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life? Shake his hand? Give him a high-five? You couldn't help but stifle a nervous laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
After a brief moment of contemplation, you decided to trust your instincts. With a hint of hesitation, you stepped closer and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He blinked in surprise, but before he could respond, you were already rushing to the door.
He couldn't help but smile as he watched you leave, a tingling sensation lingering on his cheek where your lips had briefly touched. But as he licked his lips absentmindedly, he couldn't shake the taste of your arousal that lingered there.
Groaning softly, he shifted uncomfortably as his mind filled with vivid images of you squirming under him; your mouth agape, eyes half-closed, your pretty legs spread apart. The memory of your moans echoed in his ears and his cock stirred in his pants.Â
He sighed, realizing he was in for a long day if he didn't do something about it. With a slight grimaceâand the embarrassment gnawing at him for what he was about to doâhe let his feet carry him to the nearest bathroom.
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an open fly walking
i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now
TG: hey karkat
CG: YEAH?
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TG: you ever noticed you like
TG: walk weird
CG: WOW, OKAY.
CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?
TG: pff
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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity
TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but
TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man
CG: I DO???
TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault
TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale
TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity
TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it
CG: SERIOUSLY?
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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but
TG: yeah
CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.
TG: im not fucking with you striders honor
TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything
CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.
CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.
TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me
CG: ON IT.
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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude
CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.
TG: dont your feet ache
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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.
TG: damn i didnt think that through
TG: my shades
CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.
TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with
TG: ugh
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TG: guess its karma
CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?
TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor
TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing
TG: just conjecture i mean
CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.
TG: yeah probably
CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.
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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets
TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot
CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.
CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.
CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".
TG: well look at it this way
TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass
TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol
CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.
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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt
TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up
TG: i cant see dick
CG: UH
CG: SURE, I GUESS.
TG: cool
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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right
TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night
CG: YEAH.
CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.
CG: BUT
CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.
TG: see yeah i sound it off and
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TG: wait really?
CG: YEAH
CG: I DON'T KNOW
CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.
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CG: IT'S LIKE
CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.
CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.
TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing
CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.
TG: you think thatd be heroic or just
CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.
CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?
TG: hah
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TG: but uh
TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth
CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.
CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.
TG: oh
CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.
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TG: heh
TG: well get this
TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free
TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues
TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time
TG: take that and some of this
TG: im packin punches
CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!
CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.
CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.
TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here
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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?
TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given
TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool
CG: PFF⌠OKAY MAN.
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my name. | nishimura riki
PAIRING ⸠nishimura riki! x reader
GENRE ⸠detective! au, fantasy! au, high school! au, s2ls, romance, fluff, angst, humor, SLOW BURN
WC ⸠15.6k
SUMMARY ⸠you supposedly get transported to a different world, where you encounter niki. apparently, you already existed here. note: past tense. so now youâre stuck in an alternate universe and technically, youâre supposed to be dead.Â
AKA after facing the truth, you come to the realization that someone was definitely trying to kill you.
AN/NOTES ⸠mentions of death!!!, a murder mystery/whodunit, profanity, mentions of suicide, depictions of murder, a few curse words, violence, blood, dead bodies, some gorey stuff, kissing, nothing too harsh, excuse any typos/misspellings...
wow... i can't believe it but it is finally out... it's been a long time coming lol. with losing several family members and hospital visits over the past year, i wasn't sure if this was ever going to get released. thank you all for your endless (fr) patience and support. happy reading â¤ď¸
a faceless figure stretches out a hand towards you.
you squint but for some reason, you still canât make them out. the longer you stare, the more you realize it was a personâa blurry vision of a faceless boy. considering the matching uniform to yours, he mustâve gone to your school âŚwas he your classmate?Â
you frown. youâve never seen anyone like him in class before. you stretch out your arm, fingertips barely grazing his-Â
the sound of the school bell ringing causes your eyelids to fly open. you groan, yawning and getting up from your seat by the window by default.Â
it wasnât a nice napâjust one that left you feeling groggy, unsettled, and strangely incomplete.Â
you pack up your stuff quietly and leave the classroom alone, not bothering to look for your friends. as you walk down the stairs, you hear your classmates chattering about the weather.you glance outside.Â
it was a dreary, unwelcoming kind of rainâpart of the reason why you fell asleep earlier in classâand you suddenly feel the urge to get home. as soon as possible.Â
you werenât sure why, but it wasnât just raining. it started to pour, especially hard, on this spring day. you want to think that was what made your mood all miserable and forlorn.Â
not to forget the fact that you didnât have an umbrella, leaving you no other choice but to throw your hood on and tighten the strings of your hoodie over your school uniform. not exactly the most stylish look, yet it was comfortable enough for you.Â
you couldnât put a finger on the emotion, but you felt out of place, like for some weird reason⌠you didnât belong here. like you belonged out of this circle, away from this life and world.Â
that feeling always came up when it started to rain, and you always tried your best to suppress it. but it was particularly strong today.Â
you shrugged it off though. those âphasesâ werenât uncommon, right?Â
though you made it halfway out the school grounds by yourself, hyein and hanni catch up to you as you walk. you give them a half-hearted smile, âhey.â
it doesnât take much for them to notice your off behavior. hyein eyes you.Â
âyou okay, y/n?âÂ
you debate internally, reminding yourself that theyâre your friends. you can trust them, rely on them. youâre allowed to do that. even more so, arenât you supposed to do that?Â
but the words that come out of your mouth suggest otherwise. you shrug, âitâs nothing. itâs just been a weird day, you know?â
they share a glance before turning back to you, sympathetic smiles on their faces. hanni pats you on the shoulder, âyeah, we get it. you should get some rest at home, y/n. weâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
âbe careful on the way back! the rain doesnât look like itâs stopping soon.â she calls out before they continue, leaving you behindâstill as soaked as ever.Â
you wave before sighing, gripping the straps of your backpack tighter and making your way towards the train station. the sound of the rain almost makes you fall into a daze as you go about your way. all your school stuff and clothes were definitely getting soaked, which probably meant an oncoming cold, but you couldâve cared less.Â
the only thing that mattered was going home and sleeping off this weird feeling, so it could become tomorrow and you didnât have to be in this situation anymore.Â
the train station is strangely busy, you figure the downpour was making everyone go home sooner. you bypass several people, almost getting your soaked and stained shoes stepped on several times. all while muttering quiet âexcuse meâsâ to practically everyone and anyone who cared to listen.Â
after what seemed like ages, you manage to make it to your train. although, the large crowd surrounding the entrance effectively prevents you from getting anywhere.Â
you mutter a curse, trying to navigate through the waves of people. you just barely get on before the doors begin closing. letting out a huff in relief, you lean back against the door and slowing yourself a moment to close your eyes in peace. all the seats were obviously taken at that point, so you had no choice but to stand. thatâs fineâyou end up drifting off anyway.Â
you donât know how long itâs been since you fell asleep. or why you feel even more exhausted when you wake up. but the robotic voice announcing your arrival makes your eyes automatically flutter open. you feel your body getting pushed and shoved around as everyone tries to get out all at once.Â
so you grit your teeth and tug down your hood further until you can finally get out. you donât pay much attention to your surroundings, too focused on not getting knocked to the ground. when you finally stumble out of the crowd onto the station platform, you try to collect yourself while shaking your head. then you frown,Â
wait a second-
something solid knocks into you from the side, a rough oof! escaping out of their--mouth?
youâre knocked onto the ground, bottom first. pain shoots into your palms that tried (and failed) to catch your fallâand obviously, your butt as well.Â
you groan, eyes flashing in annoyance at your unknown assailant. looking up, you stop at the sight of the⌠boy in front of you.Â
you really have no idea why, but a question immediately pops into your headâ
have you met before?
you donât voice it, but it lingers in the back of your mind. the boyâas far as you can tell, he looks around your ageâ simply stares at you. heâs in a strikingly similar uniform.Â
a flicker of recognition passes in his eyes before you watch his expression grow flabbergasted. he continues to stare at you for a solid minute, while you only stare back in confusion, still on the floor.
âitâs rude to stare, you know.â you finally state with a furrowed brow as you quickly gathering your bearings.Â
his only response is a blink. Â
it's like the two of you are frozen in time, everyone else getting drowned out in the moment.Â
you frown, narrowing your eyes at him. âhello? did you hear me?â you repeat yourself and this time he snaps out of it.Â
ây-youâre not supposed to be here.â he gets out shakily, looking around while his hand runs through his dark locks in distress. you cross your arms, âwhat do you mean? this is my stopâŚâÂ
you falter when you remember what you saw earlier. when you got off the train, you took a quick glance at the signs and posts. yeah, this definitely wasnât your stop.Â
that wouldnât have been a huge issue- if it wasnât for the fact that you never missed your station, no matter the circumstances. Â
âno!â he exclaims and you flinch at the outburst. the boy glances at you again, and this time you involuntarily shiver at the unreadable look in his eyes.Â
âyouâreâŚ. youâre supposed to be dead.â
your mouth drops open.Â
âwhat a great first thing to say to someone you just bowled over. not even a sorry..â you mutter off, suddenly finding the strength to get up and wipe your hands.Â
the boy takes a step back away from you. curiously, you take one forward, towards him. he gestures a hand at you almost aggressively.Â
âyouâre dead. you died. i swear-â
you hold out your hands in half desperation and half exasperation, âi dunno if this is some dumb prank or something i missed, but i hate to break it to you. iâm not dead. iâm literally right here in front of you. i think i would know if i died or not. iâm-âÂ
again, that feeling of being out of place washes over you. this time it steals your breath away.Â
the strange boy shakes his head. âthereâs no way. i know exactly who you look like.â
his next words make your blood run cold.Â
âyouâre exactly like y/n y/l/nâwho died a week ago.â he looks you up and down again, hands curling into fists.Â
âwho are you? and why do you look just-?â
âbecause thatâs who i am? my name is y/n! now, if you would excuse me.â Â
you hold up a hand, you didnât have the time or patience to deal with weirdos on the street. it did struck a little odd that he knew your name, but then again he mustâve gone to your school and heard of you somewhere. the only thing that unsettled you was his reaction.Â
it just seemed too real, like he couldnât have been that good at acting.Â
he grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving. all he does is shake his head again like heâs just trying to reassure himself. youâre about to protest, so utterly confused at whatâs happening-how you missed your stop and why this strange boy is saying that youâre dead. none of it makes sense.Â
his face looks pale and grim, and youâre sure yours look exactly the same. âyou canât be y/n. and yet, here you are right in front of me.âÂ
âi will scream like a little girl for help if you donât let me go at this-â
âp-please. this isnât a joke. you canât be here. we need to get out of hereâwhere everyone canât see you.âÂ
before you can even splutter a response, he drags you off.Â
you can call me niki, his words echo in your head.Â
his name rolls off your tongue unfamiliarly. in his states of panicâto which niki kept slapping himself and you kept denying that you were a hallucinationâ
you ended up introducing yourselves and deciding to find a better place to discuss. more like, niki decided. you soon began to regret that decision.Â
all you wanted to do was go home, but this persistent kid youâve never seen before wouldnât let you or your conscience go. maybe it was the weird feeling from earlier, but you have the urge to at least hear him out. but when you walked out of that train station behind him, everything was wrong.Â
you donât know how to describe it. it was right but⌠at the same time, it wasnât.Â
to begin with, you ended up at the wrong station but it led you to the right street to get home. the streets name were the same, but the stores werenât.Â
and the bus stopâthe bus driver that had worked there for fifteen years, the one you had greeted for fifteen years, suddenly became an entirely different person. he never missed a day, no matter what occasion it was.Â
things werenât right and you had no idea what was going on.Â
following niki, you get lost in your thoughts. you shake your head, clapping a hand over your forehead. maybe⌠youâre just in a weird dream. a really realistic one, because none of this made sense. it wasnât raining anymore either, which wouldâve been fine, excluding for one tiny detail: the streets were completely dry. judging by the strength of the rain earlier, it really shouldnâtâno, it couldnât have dried up that fast.Â
It wasnât physically possible.Â
you could easily navigate your way around this area because you lived here all your life. and yet, it felt like you didnât live here. not when this random stranger (only on a first name basis) keeps insisting that you died.Â
nikiâor whoeverâleads you to a very familiar library, the same one where you spent hours studying for your finals. you head in, feeling a bit better hearing the familiar entrance chime. you walk ahead of him to take your spot by the back corner. the fact that this place was essentially the same gave you some comfort.
niki seems surprised, but he doesnât say anything, only taking the seat across from you.Â
âokay.â you start, glancing at the boy with wary eyes.Â
âif whatever bs youâre spewing is true, explain.â
he raises his eyebrows.Â
âme? explain?âÂ
you nod and he scoffs, âi think youâre the one who should be explaining. after all, youâre the one thatâs supposed to be dead-â
âiâm not dead.â you grit out, rolling your eyes.Â
âokay, okay,â he raises his hands in surrender, âbut you still need to talk.â
you sigh, rubbing your temples.Â
âwhat do you want me to say? that i got soaked, took the train home, overslept, and then missed my stop? then, i bumped into a weird boy-â
he shoots you an offended look, which you ignore.Â
â-who keeps telling me that i died. oh, and the more and more i stay here with you, the more wrong everything gets?â you barely get the last word out before niki leans in, eyes focused intently on you.Â
the closer he gets, you more you begin to malfunction. you unconsciously hold your breath, alarm and confusion evident in your eyes. his hand reaches out, slowly, to your head. your body freezes.
his fingers catch a drop of water at the tip of your hair. âsorry. that was bothering me.âÂ
you exhale, glaring at him. âare you serious?â
âyeah. are you?âÂ
âno,â you deadpan, âiâm a ghost and iâm haunting you. of course iâm being serious!âÂ
he gives you an unconvinced look and you roll your eyes, âiâm y/n y/l/n. we live an hour away from the capital. my house is two blocks away in the neighborhood with the broken fountain, and right now weâre at the library that doesnât open on thursdays. Â
you harshly tug off your suddenly dry hoodie, displaying your school uniform.Â
âand by the looks of it, we go to the same school.â
his eyes widen as he leans in closer to study your uniform. you shrug away, caught off guard. then you frown, âbut iâve never seen you before at school. how do i know that youâre not some imposter? that you somehow stole a uniform to get something from me?â
he rolls his eyes while you gaze at him suspiciously.
âobviously not, because thatâs dumb.âÂ
you scoff.Â
âi live here. why would i go through all the trouble to steal a uniform to get something from you? besides, what would i need from some-âÂ
he glances at you and you tense, Â
â-kid like you? youâre the one who came out of the train looking so suspicious, itâs like you appeared out of nowhere,â he counters.Â
you place your palms flat on the table, âokay, itâs obvious we arenât getting anywhere. we both donât have answers and weâre not even close to one. all i know is that iâm alive,â you shoot him another look, âand that i somehow ended up here. now, can i go?â
thereâs a brief pause before niki speaks up, slowly. âi already told you, you canât be seen. come with me. and keep the hood on.âÂ
you roll your eyes. who was he to boss you around?Â
he grumbles something along the lines of- âdonât want to be seen walking around with a dead person.âÂ
the only reason you listened was partly due to fear that you would lose your way in this familiar, yet unfamiliar place.  except, you know exactly where heâs taking you. because itâs the same neighborhood you live in.Â
âwait,â you call out, âthis is where i live.â you point to your house, and niki grimaces.Â
âi know. there were police here for days.âÂ
you stop, unsure of what to say or do. police? at your house? when?Â
you stare at your supposed house, suddenly dark and empty. what in the world happened?Â
âcome on,â niki calls out and you move to catch up. youâre starting to think niki may be telling the truth.Â
soon enough, you make it to an unfamiliar house about a street down from yours. as niki unlocks the door, you take the opportunity to study him, trying to recall if youâve ever seen him before. but when he turns to you, you clear your throat and look away.Â
âthis is my house,â he tilts his head while opening the door.Â
you like the fact that itâs messy. it felt much more homey because of that. it was also a lot bigger than yours, filled with fancy and intricate things. to which you assume this niki guy has more money than he has yet to admit. he tells you to wait in the living room, and he soon returns with a stack of books.Â
you pause, âyearbooks?â
he nods, âyeah, our schoolâs.âÂ
strangely enough, most of the covers are different than yours at home.Â
but everything else is the same, like the name and logo. he pulls out this yearâs yearbook and flips through before stopping at a page.Â
âthatâs me,â he points to the picture of him and you tilt your head, frowning.
âhuh. so we are in the same year. but iâve never seen you in my yearbookâor at school before. i swear i wouldâve seen you at least once before...âÂ
you rub your temples, this whole situation was making your head hurt. none of it made sense. you study his picture, why in the world did he actually look good in his yearbook photo? your eyes shift toward his name,Â
nishâ
he turns the page before you can finish reading, only to get distracted by seeing familiar classmates in your yearbook. niki stays silent as he flips through pages and you continue to point out your friends and classmates and stare in wonder at the unfamiliar ones-Â
ones that youâve never seen before in your life but somehow their faces are printed on the page, in the same grade and same school as you.Â
just like niki. you were actually speechless.Â
eventually, he stops flipping eventually and looks at you. you catch his eye and glance down at the page, immediately catching on. you breath hitches.Â
âno wayââÂ
ââand thereâs you.âÂ
it is you. you can confirm, itâs a photo of someone who looks exactly like you. but⌠itâs not you.Â
almost everything is the same, your face and clothes. your hair was cut shorter, and your smile wider for the picture. you were even wearing makeup, for crying out loud. you can only stare at the photo.Â
according to niki, this you is dead?Â
you look up at him, stomach churning. what in the world was going on?Â
the silence lasts until niki finally speaks up with a hesitant tone. âi might be tripping, but have you ever heard of⌠alternate realities?âÂ
you shake your head firmly, âdonât even get me started on that-â
he cuts you off, âi know, i know. but just hear me out.âÂ
you have no choice but to internally whisper a quiet plea of help. he scoots closer,Â
âwouldnât it make sense? thereâs really no other explanation. maybe itâs because i watched that spider-man movie recently, but you being from another world would explain how youâre alive right nowâwhen in this world, youâre dead. plus, all the similarities and differences that you mentioned can be chalked up to different timelinesâthe butterfly effect and stuff like that.â
you donât know what to say.Â
could it actually be?
what other explanation could there be?Â
âplease say something,â niki mumbles and you release a breath you didnât even know you were holding.Â
âokay. okay. fine. say the whole multiverse crap is true. then how did i even get here? how did iââÂ
you do air quotations,Â
ââswitch dimensions to another world?âÂ
niki shrugs, âno idea.â
he scratches his head, âitâs weird to think about but i mean, maybe thereâs a reason why you came here.â
his voice suddenly gets lower and you shiver, âyou know, the timingâs a bit weird that you showed up right after the other you passed away.â
you clear your throat, âletâs not think about that right now. we should probably focus on the whole me being dead thing, right?âÂ
âwhat?âÂ
you glance at him questioningly, âwhat?â
niki raises an eyebrow. âwhatâs there to focus on? you died.â
you donât have to rub it in my face, you mumble under your breath.Â
âshouldnât we be focusing on how to get you back to your world?â
you roll your eyes, âsure, but still, i kinda want to know how i died? i think i deserve to, you know, so maybe i donât make the same dumb mistake back home.âÂ
â-if you ever get home,â he corrects and you huff.
âwhatever, just tell me. we donât even know if your dumb alternate reality theory is right.âÂ
âokay,â niki rubs his hands nervously and you wait in anticipation.Â
âwell, it actually happened last thursday.â
you swallow. why was your heart rate picking up?Â
âat school. on, uh, the rooftop. no one witnessed it, and the cctv was broken so we donât have any exact answers. but from what Iâve heard,â he gives you a cautious glance,Â
âthe police are about ready to call it a suicide.âÂ
at first, you think you misheard him. but the hesitant gaze and pause proves you otherwise.Â
at first it doesnât hit you. but then suddenly you feel sick to your stomach. your hand grips the table for support as you try to take it all in.Â
you?Â
a suicide at school?Â
what about your family, your friends-
âno,â you whisper, shaking your head.  âi⌠i would never-â
you slam your hands on the table, âi know myself. i would never do that.â
his face is grim and sympathetic, which you can feel the dislike churn in your stomach at that. âiâm really sorry⌠thatâs the current situation. it kinda blew up at school, but everythingâs still so recent that nothing is confirmed yet.âÂ
unspoken words linger in the back of his head, that he questions if he should say it or not. Â
that niki really didnât know you that well, that you were just another classmate of his. one that he passed in the halls without a second glance back. that the you in his world-
was just a stranger to him.Â
yet seeing you, desperate and alive, right in front of his eyes. he doesnât know what to do or say. so niki watches you bury your head in your hands. and he waits.Â
itâs only a couple of minutes later that you look up. his face morphs into one of surprise when he sees your determined expression.Â
âniki,â you state carefully and he nods, waiting patiently.
âare you sure that i-i did it?â
you canât bring yourself to say the word but niki gets it. he sighs,Â
âno. no oneâs sure. but from what iâve heard, the police havenât found any other motives so⌠a suicide seemed most likely.â the more and more niki talked, the more unsure he got.Â
your face hardens.Â
âso thereâs no proof? the police arenât doing their freaking job and investigating?âÂ
his eyes widenâsurprised at your sudden outburstâand you sigh, voice falling to a whisper.
âdid i really commit suicide? and why do i care so much?âÂ
something warm falls over your hand and you jump, glancing up.
even for only a split second, his hand covers yours in a sympathetic attempt, âiâm sorry y/n. i wish i had answers but i really donât knowâŚâ
despite the awkward look on nikiâs face and overall awkward situation, his words strangely comfort you.Â
you bite your bottom lip. âi-i have to get to my house.â
he stiffens, âwhat?âÂ
you stare at him, eyes sharp, âif no one else is going to do something, i at least have to.âÂ
you need to. for yourself.Â
niki scoots closer, ây/n, you canât just-â
âi know. but i need to know. something just-ugh,â you rub your face in frustration, âsomething doesnât add up. i have to check. itâs like i can feel it deep within me.â
he sits there wordlessly. when you donât get a response, you stand up. niki splutters, âw-where are you going?â
you cross your arms, âwithout or without you, iâm going to my house.âÂ
he slaps a hand to his face in frustration. âjust how stubborn are you?â he mumbles. you hear it and yet you decide to ignore him.Â
âthanks for the help i guess,â you give him a (weak) half-smile before turning towards the doorÂ
âwait! youâre being serious?!âÂ
his desperate voice calls out and you internally debate if you should listen to him or not. slowly, you turn back around, âyeah. do you need something?â
âno, but you doâ a plan. especially since the police closed off your house for investigation. plus, most of the evidence would have been taken already.â he clasps his hands together behind his back.
you shrug. âokay, and? iâll still find a way. i have nothing to lose. iâm not even supposed to be alive.â
he groans loudly and you raise an eyebrow.
âidiot. iâm trying to say that iâll help you. i-i want to help you.â
âi didnât ask,â you raise your hands in mock surrender. Â annoyed, niki puts his hands on his hips.
âsure, but i know plenty of things you donât. this is my world. so, are you gonna accept or not?â
âyou wish you did,â you retort, yet you canât help the small smile that grows on your face, âbut⌠i would appreciate it. just be grateful that iâm accepting your dumb theory from a spider-man movie as of right now.âÂ
niki gulps at the sight. it was the first time he saw you smile since you met. at least, the first smile he saw from the you of an alternate universe.Â
âwhatever you say,â he holds out a hand,Â
âmiss imposter.âÂ
you take it gladly, harshly. âdonât call me that-â
âmy name is y/n y/l/n.âÂ
you spin around in nikiâs chair, having went up to his room to figure out your so called master plan. niki (respectfully) offered to let you stay in his room for the length of your âvisit.âÂ
to which you almost punched him.Â
but he explained that there were no extra guest rooms and you were still technically dead, so hiding in his room was the best bet as to not raise any questions. you could take the makeshift bed in the corner of his room as to not raise suspicion. you were surprised yet grateful.Â
âiâll grab extra blankets and pillows. and iâll sneak you food and whatever you need.âÂ
âwhat about clothes and toiletries?â
he yawns, âeasy. iâll steal some from my sisters.âÂ
you feel bad, but you realize you have no other choice. you were literally stuck here.Â
a part of you still wondered if this was a dream. a horrible one, at the least. but while you were stuck here, might as well make the best of it. niki graciously offered and you had no choice but to accept. you almost scoff at the ridiculousness of the situation.Â
âso basically, iâm like a secret pet youâre hiding from your parents?âÂ
âtechnically⌠yes,â niki rubs his hands together, and you can only watch the mischievous expression grow on his face.
âbut i like to think that youâre like eleven. youâre differentâyouâre special, like her.â
you hold back a laugh at the words.Â
clearing your throat, you try to play it off. âfrom stranger things? your world has that show too?â he lets out a scandalous gasp and this time you giggle.Â
âof course, dude. what kind of world would i be living in if i didnât have stranger things?âÂ
âapparently a horrible one,â you snort.Â
after the whole living situation was sorted out, you returned to your investigation.Â
âso youâre saying the police taped off my house for further examination?â
âuh, yeah? thatâs how it works?â he raises a brow.Â
you stuck your tongue out at him, âokay, smartass. then how do we get in?âÂ
âclearly, thereâs only one way: sneak in.âÂ
âi donât think this is a good idea?â niki whisper shouts at you and you shush him.Â
the sun was barely setting. if anyone knew you, they knew you really couldnât be deemed as patient of any sort.Â
niki watches you struggle up the tree in your backyard.Â
obviously, going through the front door was a no go. luckily this house looked pretty much the same as your house, at least from the outside. you knew your parents werenât home judging by the darkness.  you wondered if they were staying with other family.Â
or were they at work? so soon after your death?Â
you grimace, now was not the time to be getting in your feelings.
the best (only) option was jumping the backyard fence and going in through your bedroom window. leading to your predicament now. Â
you exhale heavily when you find a place to rest, gripping the tree with all your might in hopes that you donât fallÂ
you glance down at niki.Â
âcan you make it?â
he scoffs, Â
âeasy.âÂ
it was easyâ easy for you to watch niki struggle to get up to your point.Â
you were sort of scared the tree wasnât going to support both your weights, at the way it was trembling slightly. niki makes it though, by the time the sun is well down.Â
you can see him sweating heavily and your nose scrunches in amusement,âeasy, huh?â
âyeah, for you just standing there and watching me. we donât have all day, grandma.â
âdonât call me that,â you mutter while stretching out towards your window.
nikiâs eyes widen.Â
âbe careful, y/n.âÂ
âi got it,â you stretch out a leg to the ledge and your sweaty hands begin to slide from the bark, most likely from exertion.Â
without even thinking about it, niki places his hands around your waist to stabilize you. you donât notice in your concentration to not fall to your death. you certainly didnât want another dead you.Â
your foot clicks the lock, and with a grunt youâre able to push the window open.Â
âyou got it?âÂ
âyeah,â you breathe out, clumsily making your way in. you reach out a hand for niki and he takes it, maneuvering his long body in through the small window.Â
finally, you can breathe.Â
itâs the first time you have the luxury to desperately wish that you were home right now. your real home. you certainly didnât mean this home, the empty and cold looking one locked up for the policeâs investigation.Â
after catching your breath, you get up to examine your surroundings. you werenât not sure what you were expecting. this was the other youâs room.Â
all you can think is, at least this y/n was much cleaner than you.Â
a part of you feels like youâre invading someoneâs privacy. but then you realize that itâs literally your own privacy that youâre invading, with the addition of niki. you actually canât believe the absurdity of the situation.Â
at first glance the room looks pretty normal, an average teenagers room.  not what you expected for yourself, but thereâs not much you can see. you turn to niki,
âthereâs no shot weâll get caught right?â
he gives you another sympathetic look, âweâll keep a look out for the police, but i heard your parents were busy with your other family and funeral preparations, so it wouldnât be them catching us.â
âoh.â
the air feels so glum, you clear your throat to move on. âguess we should look around?â
he nods and begins to snoop around. Â
âwait,â you call out hesitantly.Â
niki cocks his head and you cough awkwardly.
âitâs still my room, so like, be careful with what you look through.âÂ
he rolls his eyes. âyeah. i got it.âÂ
you gaze at the photos on your shelf, displaying your happy family and friends. it just made you acknowledge how precious they were. it made you miss your friends and family at home even more. Â
youâre appalled at the books you read. you shake your head, seriously? you take out one of the books-
âten days to love,â you voice aloud with disgust written across your face.Â
you werenât one to judge, but what kind of cheesy romance novels were you reading? Â
niki opens your closet and you turn at the sound. your eyes widen-Â
wait a second,Â
your closet with clothes? possibly includingâŚ. more personal things?Â
you dash over in desperation, praying that niki hasnât already seen something that he shouldnât.Â
âdonât!âÂ
his wide eyes meet your panicked ones, shocked at the sudden change of events. he doesnât move until you push past him, blocking the door from his view.Â
âyou didnât see anything, right?â you stare at niki desperately and he furrows his eyebrows.Â
âno? am i not supposed-â
âno reason. just being cautious. we can, uh, open it together.â
you carefully examine your belongings inside before deeming it safe for nikiâs eyes. you let out a sigh of relief.
he gives you a weird look and you shoot him an exaggerated smile.Â
âyou can proceed!âÂ
he mutters something under his breath as you continue your search on the other side of the room. it didnât seem like there was anything of importance on the shelves. but, after careful examination, you see a glimpse of something. pushing past some folders, your face morphs into a stunned one.Â
you pull outâŚÂ
a pink teddy bear with hearts? why would this be in your room?Â
and even more so, why was it hidden?Â
niki calls out your name and you turn around. your mouth drops open.Â
âa box of chocolates?âÂ
he scoffs, âyeah. stuffed behind some clothes in your closet for some reason.â
âitâs not even the good brand,â you mutter.Â
niki laughs, âmaybe you had secret admirers from school?â suddenly, you give him a suspicious glance.Â
âwhat makes you say that? you sure you werenât one of them?âÂ
he side eyes you, âtrust me, you wouldnât catch me within five feet of you at school.â
you walk over to shove his arm and he only laughs harder. you huff, suppressing a smile on your face as you turn away. but you keep nikiâs comment in the back of your mind.Â
after a solid thirty minutes, you can feel your resolve waning. there was no sign indicating that you felt suicidal. at least, none that you found after the police probably scrounged through everything. some stuff was suspiciousâÂ
like the teddy bear and chocolates. and some lavish perfume and makeup in the drawers. that just wasnât your style. but you supposed this worldâs you was just different.Â
just because you werenât particularly into those things didnât mean another you couldnât be.Â
âdid i have a diary? what about my phone?â
niki frowns, âthe police wouldâve taken it. itâs their evidence now.âÂ
you suddenly get an idea, and itâs probably wasnât a good one.Â
âhey, niki?â you call out. he hums in response. Â
âwhat day and time is it, currently?âÂ
âuhâŚâ he checks his watch, âsunday. 8pm. why?â
âwhen does the police station close?â
dummy, most people would say--why would the police station be closed?
luck seemed to be on your side, because you knew especially well from complaints by locals, that your local police station did actually have a curfew. and you could only hope it was the same here. Â
niki scratches his head, âin ten minutes? why are-â
his mouth drops open, âno. no. no.â you shrug and he shakes his head adamantly, ây/n, thereâs no way that weâre going to sneak in.â
you dust off your hands, âiâm all ears for any other ideas you have.â
you have him at that and he falls silent. after a couple moments, he speaks up albeit hesitantly. âwell⌠i might have a way.â
you grin. âonwards, then.â
âwait, so how did you manage to get access again?â
he coughs, âmy friend jungwon is the son of the police deputy chief⌠so i may have called in for a favor.â
âhe managed to sneak in with his dadâs keys and get the files to my case?â you finish.
he nods.Â
âillegally?â
he nods again.
you tap your chin, âwould we get arrested if we got caught?âÂ
he shrugs, âprobably.â
âgood thing iâm not from this world.â
perhaps secretly hanging outside this jungwonâs house was not the best idea, either. he rolls his eyes before offering the file to you.
âdo you want to open it?â to your surprise, his voice comes out quite comforting and soft.Â
you gulp, âi guess i should.â
you feel sick for the second time that day. luckily, the photo didnât show too much. not that it made it any better. it was still you, dead.Â
you had to look at yourself and imagine yourself in that situation. you cover your mouth and niki immediately takes the file away from you. he watches worriedly as you shake your head.
âiâm fine. i-is there anything else your friend managed to get?â
âare you sure?â
âyes.â he doesnât protest anymore at the tone of finality in your voice.Â
niki pulls out a bag with your name on it. taking a deep breath in, you open it. you shuffle through some things hurriedly until niki speaks up.
âhold on a sec,â he softly places a hand on your arm to stop your actions.
âwe should be careful. someone could notice that we tampered with the evidence so we need to be very careful when putting things back. plus, we have to give it back to him as soon as possibleâwe donât want them noticing that your stuff is missing.â
you curse, âthatâs right. we canât risk taking anything.âÂ
âthen what?âÂ
you pinch your nose bridge, âwe snap pictures and hope itâs good enough. unless we want to take another field trip here.âÂ
you manage to snap a few pictures and go through a few things. you catch a glimpse of your diary and flip to the most recent page. it was about a week and a half ago, and-
it wasnât finished. you skim through it, reading boring stuff about how your day was and how you met-
you squint.
the rest of the words were scratched out, harshly, with a black marker. seeing how it was getting late and dark, you canât make out whoâs name it was even with your phone flashlight. you wonder, could it be-
your thoughts are interrupted by niki.Â
ây/n, i think we need to hurry and head home soon. the longer we stay out, the greater risk weâre at for getting caught. oh, and i found your phone.â
he holds it up and the extremely glittery case makes your eyes hurt. you eye it. heaving a deep breath, you prepare yourself to open your phone.Â
but when you click the power button and nothing happens, you groan. you try again, and again, holding it down for seconds but the screen remains black.
âthe phoneâs dead.â you sigh again and niki bites his lip.
âmaybe we should give up. we can ask jungwon another time,â he suggests
you nod wearily and he closes the box. as he gathers everything, opening his phone to text his friend to come back out, you glance at the time. it was quite late for a school day.Â
âthatâs right, you have school tomorrow?â
he groans, âyeah. i guess youâll just have to stay home in my room. no one will go in while iâm at school, so you donât have to worry.â
you nod, âokay.â
it felt weird knowing you were supposed to be at home, in bed and preparing to go to school yourself the next day. instead, you were stuck in another worldâin a strangerâs room, forced to hide since you were supposed to be dead.Â
were you considered missed at home? did anyone notice? call the cops?Â
more like, if anyone cared?Â
while you get ready for bed in nikiâs bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror.Â
yes, you affirm, youâre alive.Â
youâre staring back at yourself, dressed in one of nikiâs oversized shirts and basketball shorts.Â
but the image of your dead face flashes in your mind and you immediately squeeze your eyes shut. you breathe heavily, hands planted on the sides of the sink.Â
everythingâs fine. you will get back home. things will figure themselves out. youâre okay. youâre breathing and-
a knock on the door makes you jump.
ây/n? everything okay?â nikiâs voice sounds out hesitantly, âit seemed like you were taking a while so-â
the door swings open.
you stand there, face emotionless. he doesnât say anything, and neither do you. niki tries to keep the image of you wearing his clothes out of his head, but it wonât seem to go away.
âgoodnight, niki.âÂ
you slowly walk over to the temporary bed heâs set up on the floor for you. he blinks,Â
ânight, y/n.âÂ
itâs surprisingly comfortable, or maybe youâre just so exhausted you donât seem to care or question anything anymore.Â
you hear light footsteps padding to turn off the lights.Â
in the darkness, your eyes close. but your mind is awake.
you know his is too, judging by the sounds of quite shuffling every couple minutes or so.
âniki?â you say quietly.
another shuffle.Â
âyeah?â
âthis may sound weird, but have you noticed anyone that looked particularly sad?â
thereâs a pause.Â
âabout you?â
âyeah, but not like the typical sadness. like, anyone who seems to have changed drastically after hearing about me? letâs say,â you swallow, âany guys or friends of yours who seemed particularly upset or affected?â
niki rolls to the other side of his bed so that he faces you, but in the darkness he can only see the outline of your figure. ây/n, what are you trying to say?â
you tug the covers over yourself a little tighter.Â
ânevermind, niki. have a good day at school tomorrow, and donât worry about waking me up. you wonât be able to.â
âwasnât planning on it,â he snorts.Â
you fall asleep with a faint smile still lingering on your face.Â
the next day at school, niki struggles. he struggles when itâs supposed to be another normal day, and all he can think about is you.Â
especially about what you said.
niki never paid much attention before to his surroundings, there was no reason to. but now he keeps an eye open.
he eyed anyone who passed by your locker, empty desk in class, anyone who mentioned your name. but the fact that you mentioned guys specifically, made him confused.Â
why did it matter if a guy was upset? a lot of people were shocked and sad at the news. niki shook his head. he didnât get it.Â
meanwhile, you stayed at his home.
thinking.Â
thinking about yesterday. somehow everything that happened was all just yesterday. you took the train and ended up here. then you found out you were apparently dead.Â
you spent what felt like hours scrolling through the photos you took and waiting for niki to come home. all while eating snacks that niki left for you graciously.Â
you donât even know what time it is when you hear the door begin to open. you scramble to your feet before realizing that there was a chance it wasnât niki.Â
you go back to your hiding spot, shrinking underneath the covers. next thing you know, the bedroom door flings open. you tense.
however, a call of your name allows you to let out a sigh of relief. you hop up, âniki!â
he grins, looking rather cute in his ruffled school uniform, backpack slung off one shoulder. you stop yourself, horrified at your thought. at your face falling, he cocks his head. âwhatâs wrong?â
you laugh awkwardly, ânothing! nothing at all!âÂ
he gives you an unconvinced look but doesnât press further.Â
âyou mustâve been bored without me.âÂ
that was the niki youâve come to know (in the span of a day or so). sarcasm drips from your lips as you laugh dryly, âsure.âÂ
but you knew he was right and he knew it too.Â
âi spent the day looking through the pictures, but i couldnât find much else,â you frown.Â
âsame here. today was pretty normal, no one seemed any different than usualâŚâÂ
âi mean, the mood has been somber ever since you,â he pauses, âleft. but nothing out of the ordinary.âÂ
you seemingly deflate, but niki perks up. âi talked to jungwon and he said heâs going to try and get your phone next time. we can only hope that someone charges it or that we can charge it ourselves.âÂ
you nod, âthatâs good.âÂ
âbut, donât you have work to do? what about your family?â
you realized you didnât see or even hear of them yesterday.Â
âoh, they usually stay late at the dance academyâme included. but my grades havenât been good recently, so theyâve been forcing me to go to home and studyâŚâ
you tsk as niki gives you a sheepish look.Â
âyou know, while weâre waiting, iâm not too bad at studying myself. what do you need help with?âÂ
niki rolls his eyes, âthanks, but no thanks. i donât need another person on my back about my grades.âÂ
instead, he falls back onto his bed with an oof.Â
âdonât worry, iâll manage. letâs just talk about our next step.Â
âstep? as in, my case?
âyeah,â his eyes glint, âi have an idea.â
you were starting to believe he was getting more invested in this than you were.Â
âokayâshoot.â
what was the worse thing he could suggest?
âwe should sneak you into school-â
your eyes practically bulge as you gape at him. âexcuse me? werenât you the one saying i was going too far with sneaking into my own house and you want me to do what?âÂ
niki gets up, placing his arms on your shoulders to calm you. strangely enough, it did.Â
âhear me out firstâwe sneak into school at night, bust open your locker, and see what you have. thatâs better than waiting for jungwon.â
âdonât you think the police would have already looked through my locker?Â
âwell, he looks around nervously, âas far as iâve heard, the police were already mostly convinced the case was closed and didnât care to check. but, what can i say? rumors are just rumors.âÂ
you purse your lips. what did you have to lose? being in a different world made you much more reckless than you would have ever thought. but that didnât mean you were going to be stupid about it.
âfine.âÂ
niki winces at your tone, but you speak up,
âhow in this stupid multiverse crap am i going to break into my own locker? and with cameras all around school?
he smirks and you raise an eyebrow.
âi didnât miss a whole chem lecture for nothingââÂ
confused, you give him a look as if to say, what in the world are you talking about?Â
âwho said we had to know the combination?â he takes out a pair of keys form his pocket.Â
you gasp in awe, clasping a hand over your mouth.
you gaze at him with wide eyes for a second, causing him to look at you questioningly.Â
âyouâre actually being smart...âÂ
his confused expression immediately changes to one of irritation.Â
you stand up straight again, âhow did you even get those keys? and what about the cameras?âÂ
he winks and you glance at him, trying to remain expressionless. if there was anything you noticed, it was that niki was actually quite attractive. it made you wonder if he was popular at schoolâŚ
âitâs a secret. donât worry about it.âÂ
âyou sure have a lot of secrets, niki. like, is niki even your real name?â you squint accusingly.Â
niki chokes on his spit, âhow in the world did you know?âÂ
you falter. âhuh? it isnât?âÂ
he clears his throat, âanyway, i have to get up early for school tomorrow.âÂ
you eye him but decide to let it go. niki shrugs, âusually iâm up playing games, but you look like you need the sleep with those eye bags. you arenât surprised.
âtomorrow night,â he says shortly after. âiâve got a planâyou just have to trust me.â
turns out said plan was dumb, but you really had no other choice.Â
niki made some lame excuse to his teachers about staying late to study- and his teachers, being utterly shocked that he offered to study, immediately agreed to let him linger.Â
meanwhile, niki would sneak you in, wearing one of his old uniforms that was too small for him so that just in case, no one would question anything. along with one of his totally inconspicuous baseball caps to hide your face and hair.Â
you sigh, you couldn't believe you were sneaking into school through the boys bathroom. you groan while maneuvering through the window. niki shushes you, causing you to stick your tongue out at him. he raises his hands playfully and you resist the urge to smack him.Â
on your way to jump down from the window, your left foot gets caught on the ledge. you stumble forward, expecting to be met with the revolting bathroom floor face first. instead, perhaps now was the time to thank the universe (in this case, his universe?) for nikiâs quick reflexes.
he inhales, catching you by catching and pulling you towards him instead of the ground, essentially into his arms.Â
instead of faceplanting into the ground rather foolishly, you fall into his strangely soft and warm chest. you let out a barely discernible squeak, unable to respond due to the pounding of your heart.Â
after a couple of secondsâthat felt like foreverâ niki lets you go with a shake of his head.Â
âmy god y/n, i had no clue you were this clumsy. please donât ever do that again.âÂ
please donât ever make me sneak into a nasty teenage bathroom again, you wish you could retort.Â
you shake your head quickly, lips pressed thinly together. donât get distracted, you remind yourself. âyeah-thanks. letâs uh, just hurry.â
you donât have time to wonder what would the consequences be if you got caught by cameras or anyone else while niki leads you down the familiar hallways.Â
âhow do you know which oneâs my locker? i thought you said we didnât really know each other?â you eye him suspiciously.
he scoffs, âdonât get too excited. mineâs just a couple lockers down so i was bound to see you at your locker by some point.âÂ
he hands you the keys and you gratefully acceptâyour hands slightly trembling. you didnât know what to expect.Â
niki watches from behind, and you can feel his warm breath on you occasionally, causing you to shiver.
with a slight click and creak of the rusty locker door, the locker opens. you hold your breath at first glance. itâsâŚ. normal?Â
normal as in any average high schoolers locker one would expect. what catches your eye first are a couple of photos of you and your friends.Â
on deeper inspection of yourself (it was still weird to imagine and even weirder to see) you see a twinkling, intricate chain around your neck. maybe you were tripping (again, but mentally this time) or that necklace you had on seems really expensive?Â
âthereâs no way,â you suddenly gasp and turn to niki with wide eyes.Â
âwhat?â niki starts to panic, âwhat is it?âÂ
âam i actually loaded in this world?âÂ
niki pinches the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head. âjesus, you scared me. i mean, you didnât seem like it.. who knows where you got that super expensive, luxury brand necklace? it looks familiarâŚâÂ
you try your hardest not to roll your eyes. of course, niki would know.Â
âhow much are you talking?âÂ
he taps his foot on the floor, âwell, my mom and sister likes that brand. that specific necklace is specially made since itâs a seasonal limited edition, so itâs somewhere in the thousands-â
you truly forgot how rich nikiâs family was, you think with a half joking tch and a shake of your head. niki glances at you, impressed.Â
â-whoever gave that to you mustâve really cared.âÂ
you frown, âsure⌠or maybe i just really worked hard to get it for myself?âÂ
heâs shoots you an amused look, âyou wanted to get yourself the valentine dayâs collection necklace?Â
âwhat?âÂ
you feel your heart rate begin to pick up, âare you implying what i think you are?Â
âyes?â he responds with a raised eyebrow, âsomeone mustâve been really in love with you to gift you that. maybe your parents or friends?âÂ
then niki pokes your side playfully, â-or a secret admirer?âÂ
you donât answer his question, regardless of if he was being serious or not. you peer into the locker again, âbut where is it? itâs so valuable iâm certain we wouldâve seen it in the policeâs evidenceâŚâÂ
suddenly, niki grabs your wrist. thatâs when you hear the footsteps. you turn to him with wide eyes as he mouths for you to hide. panicking, you look around in desperation before he pushes youâ
straight into the locker.Â
your own locker.Â
you know you should be freaking out over getting caught, but you could only wonderâcould this be considered a crime?Â
in the dark, stuffy locker, you see a glimpse of nikiâs silhouette run past through the tiny openings of the door. just barely a second later, you hear more footsteps. squinting, you able to discern a familiar, yet weirdly unfamiliar guy. your eyebrows raise.Â
no way. park sunghoon was in this world too?Â
you hold your breath when you hear him call out, âis someone there?âÂ
really, curse niki for shoving you in your own locker. yet it was also a smart move as no one could see into your locker, but you were able to see out.Â
âsorry. that was me, pres.âÂ
it was nikiâs voice.Â
you can barely see his relaxed demeanor appearing to face sunghoon.Â
âi was staying back to study and catch up on workâyou know already,â he adds hastily.Â
sunghoon nods coolly, âi was just checking. making sure everythingâs good before leaving.âÂ
niki was a little too good at acting, you questioned how often he had done this to those around him. he fake salutes, âi promise to clean up after iâm done. no need to worry, class president.âÂ
âalright, see you later.âÂ
you have a sigh of relief as sunghoon turns to leave.Â
but you swear, for a split second, his expression changes as his eyes fall on your locker.Â
your heart rate picks up. did he notice you?Â
however, sunghoon leaves without a second look back.Â
you frownâwhat was that?Â
after waiting a minute to be safe, niki quickly lets you out. only to be greeted by your displeased face and crossed arms.Â
âthat was the only thing i could think of in the moment!â he immediately defends himself.Â
âseriously? i couldâve-like-â you trail off and niki smirks.
âsee? nothing bad wouldâve happened.â
âdoesnât change the fact you stuffed me in my locker. itâs not even mine, for crying out loud.âÂ
âwhatever. just be glad you didnât get caught by park sunghoon, our schoolâs super rich, smart, and handsome-â
âi know him from my world. heâs irrelevant, letâs continue on.â you wave him off.Â
you canât help but compare him to niki. niki was way more genuine and⌠boyish in a way? he felt real. you preferred that. not to mention he had a much more tolerable presence, you supposed.Â
everything else in the locker was useless. random crappy notes, perfumes and hand lotions, along with the pictures you already inspected were the only things that decorated your locker. no sign of that ridiculously expensive necklace.Â
you rub a hand over your face in exasperation. âthatâs itâŚâ
one thought still lingered in the back of your mind. where was the necklace?Â
âhey, y/n, i think we should get going soon. the lights are going to turn off soon-theyâre automatic and we didnât bring any flashlights.âÂ
you sigh. next time.Â
it feels like youâve hit a dead end. by the end of the week, niki has caught up on his studies. you were surprised to find that he was quite dedicated to school, even if it didnât seem like it.Â
the days that niki came home with a pile of schoolwork and other duties, you went out to thinkâwith one of nikiâs hoodies and a mask on. but the times you spent with niki since you couldnât go out much, mainly at night, were nice.Â
tutoring him at subjects he was struggling in, learning new dances together (and learning how talented he really was), simply being around him was enough to distract you from your impending crisis.Â
niki always came to keep you company and bring you food. you really were his eleven.Â
niki was gaming while you sat off to the side, watching him play. you admired his side profile, the shine from the bright computer screen enhancing his features, the furrow of his eyebrow as he focused.Â
he yells as his character dies and you canât hold back your laughter, âyou kinda suck-â
all of a sudden, you hear a knock on the door.Â
âbro, you good? i swear i heard another voice-â
the door handle begins to turn.
you and niki share a look of panic.Â
your first instinct is to dive and roll, underneath nikiâs bed. you ignore the fact that itâs as dusty as youâd expect for a teenage boyâs room and hold your breath.Â
âmom said dinner is ready. also, whatâs with all the noise? it sounded like someone else was in the room with you.â a girls voiceânikiâs older sister, you presume.Â
ânope. just me.âÂ
you cringe at the fact that nikiâs voice is octaves higher. it wouldnât be that much of a problem if his voice wasnât as deep as it normally was.Â
âit was just probably the video i was playing.âÂ
ââŚsure,â you hear his sisterâs footsteps as she leaves and shuts the door behind her.Â
you let out an exhale of relief.Â
ây/n?â you hear soon after.Â
âunder here.âÂ
you turn to see nikiâs head peeking down underneath the bed.Â
you meet his curious eyes. cute.Â
âjeez.â he holds a hand out and you gladly accept it, letting him pull you up with ease. huffing, you dust yourself off.Â
âjeez, indeed. who knows what horrors youâve been hiding under there.â
âhey,â niki defends himself, âiâll have you know i am a very clean person and donât-â
âoh really? then whatâs this?â you hold up the sacred item, jerking your hand back as he reaches out to snatch it.Â
âhey! havenât you ever heard of privacy?âÂ
he lunges again as you laugh, just keeping it out of his grasp. however, you feel the bed frame hit your legs, and you gasp.Â
you fall back, niki over you on his bed. he mustâve underestimated his arm-span and overestimated yours.Â
niki lands over you with a soft grunt, eyes wide. you peer up at him wordlessly. his arms catch him, but itâs still so close you can feel his hair tickle your forehead.Â
is this what the movies mean when your heart⌠skips a beat?Â
niki snaps out of his trance, âs-sorry,â he hastily gets up. you cough, trying to dispel the stuffy atmosphere.Â
âso, uh, i had an idea.â
âyeah? whatâs up?â
âi was thinking we look at the evidence again. i just want to double check something.â
âcome on,â you take nikiâs hand. it was habitual by this point.Â
âyou got the charger, right?â
niki nods, taking it out of his pocket.Â
it was risky asking nikiâs friend to retrieve the evidence for you again, but you needed to confirm your suspicions. or, hit a dead end.Â
when niki returns, carefully holding a plastic bag (and dinner, your grumbling stomach reminds you), your eyes zero in on one thing.Â
âthanks. i know it must be hard for your friend to sneak behind his dadâs back like that.âÂ
âitâs fine,â niki shrugs, âi promised to buy him lunch for the next week.âÂ
you snort as you take out âyourâ phone and plug it into the charger.Â
âokay. now we wait.âÂ
niki looks at you expectantly, and you only stare at him back. subconsciously, a hand raises to your face. âis there something wrong?â
he shakes his head while looking away sheepishly, ânothing, nothing.â
you open your mouth to question him further, but the phone screen flashes. you scramble to open it. thankfully you were able to use your own face id.Â
as soon as you scroll through your messages, your stomach sinks. you raise a hand to cover your mouth.Â
âwhat?â niki jumps up, âwhat did you find?â
you open the photos app, which only confirms everything. you drop the phone, and thatâs when niki sees it.Â
âoh my god.âÂ
âdonât even-â
âi was secretly dating park sunghoon?!â
you cup a hand over your mouth. âi think iâm gonna be sick.âÂ
niki scoffs, taken aback. âb-but how? you- and him-?â
you rub a hand over your face. âdonât ask me. but the valentines gifts and necklace were so suspicious, i started wondering⌠i just didnât expect it to be him.âÂ
niki notices the sour expression on your face.Â
âoh. you donât like him?â
you shake your head vehemently, âbro, not even if he and i were the last two people on earth.â
you think about your worldâs sunghoon and almost shudder. he was selfish, arrogant, could but would never keep a girl for more than two weeks. yet the whole class still loved him and you never understood it, never understood the appeal of him.Â
besides getting bro-zoned, niki relished your words.Â
âgood to know.âÂ
âi wish i didnât,â you sigh.
but that was besides the point. you still didnât know how it all added up. did sunghoonâunfortunately, your boyfriend in this worldâhave anything to do with your death? did he really get you that expensive necklace?Â
and as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldnât rule it out. thinking as rationally and fairly as possible, suicide was likely-as much as you didnât believe it. you couldnât rule it out simply based on a feeling. plus, his expression when he passed by your locker lingered in your mind.Â
âso, now what?â niki watches you carefully.Â
âyouâve heard of the saying, keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right?â
âyeah,â he cocks an eyebrow, âwhy?â
âwell, iâve got a task for you.âÂ
niki has never spoken a word to your friend group in his entire life. the most heâs ever done was send a cold look their way and pretend not to know them out in public.Â
he had nothing against themânothing against your choice of friendsâbut he preferred not to associate with your group. he couldnât put his finger on it, but he just didnât vibe with them.Â
and yet here he was, talking to your âfriendsâ because you asked him to. he sighed, the things he did for you.Â
danielle looks him up and down with her arms crossed. âwhy are you asking about y/n? since when did you care about them?â
âplease,â he sighs in exasperation, âi just need to know if anyone disliked y/n or was acting suspicious around them.â
haerin steps up, an annoyed frown on her face. âthereâs no one. canât you tell this is a touchy subject for us? now, leave us alone.âÂ
she grabs danielle and walks off, angrily whispering into a distressed looking danielleâs ears.Â
niki wants to punch someone. besides the fact that surrounding people were catching onto his conversation and whispering about the interaction, he essentially got nothing out of it.Â
you were also at a dead end. after scrolling through hundreds of disgusting texts and photos of you and sunghoon, there was nothing remotely suspicious. plus, you had to give your phone back to jungwon soon before anyone noticed it was missing.Â
everything seemed normal. everything was normal. normal until this worldâs you suddenly died.Â
the only lead you had was the missing necklace. and yet where were you supposed to find it? it could be anywhereâin the policeâs hands, with sunghoon, most likely gone.Â
you couldnât even go out on your own, you felt like a hopeless rapunzel trapped in her tower, desperately wishing for answers and freedom. it was starting to get to you. the stress, homesickness, and most of all, loneliness.Â
you throw your phone to the side and bury your face in your hands, trying your best to focus on your breathing. you almost donât realize how long itâs been until you hear a faint call of your name.Â
ây/n? y/n, whatâs wrong?â niki drops his backpack and rushes to your side.Â
his eyes carefully examine your body, checking for who knows what. you slowly lower your hands, revealing your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face.Â
what scared niki the most was the lost look in your eyes, a deep and dark pool void of any emotion.Â
âniki⌠i donât think i can do this anymore,â your words float out carefully, like a whisper of the wind.Â
âiâm trying my hardest, but itâs so frustrating. i miss my home, i miss my life. i miss myself.â as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel yourself break down. and right as you do so, niki reaches forward to wrap you in an embrace.Â
âi want to go home,â you whisper in an small voice.Â
his heart almost breaks at the sight. you sounded like a little kidâyou looked like you were a little kid again, as small and curled up you were when he found you. in his eyes, he saw a lost child looking for their parents, their guidance and their own light in the world.Â
he resolves to never be the cause of your pain again.Â
niki holds you for the entire night as you cry and drift off to sleep.Â
you wake up with a headache and a dry throat. you feel hungover, although youâve basically never drank alcohol before.Â
somehow, youâre not sure exactly when, you ended up in nikiâs bed. as soon as youâre able to sit up, your eyes fall on the clock on the bedside table.Â
11 am. niki must be at school still, you note.Â
you wonder what heâs up to, if he was being a good student while you were stuck all alone at his home, skipping your own school. you wonder what life is like back at home. did time even pass?Â
niki heads home as soon as the bell rings. he wanted to see you, to comfort you and reassure you. he wanted you to be okay.Â
when he knocks on his own bedroom door and thereâs no response, he frowns. all thereâs left is a pink sticky note on his desk.Â
went out for fresh air. donât worry and donât look for me.Â
niki immediately drops his stuff and runs out. he goes to the train station, the bookstore. he even goes back to school, for crying out loud.Â
heâs breathless and exhausted by the time heâs arrived back home. niki knows his family wonât be back. it was competition season, which meant the busiest time of the year for the other dancers. you were the sole reason he attended school at this time of the year, studying hard instead of skipping and dancing 18 hours each day.Â
heâs scared.Â
niki hasnât felt this feeling in a long timeâhe can only recall the time where he was six and went to disney world. his older sister was pressuring him into riding one of the larger roller coasters, and he felt that sickening nausea fill him as he looked up at the towering structure.Â
he almost gives up. he basically has, until he notices something strange. his balcony door is unlocked, and he always kept it locked for safety purposes.
tense, niki reaches out and slowly turns the handle. what greets him is certainly not what he expected.Â
you sit on the balcony railing, hanging over the edge quite precariously with your feet swinging. one slight mistake and you would fall.Â
you stare down at the passing cars, cloudy and dreary skies showing you it was soon to rain.
niki stares at you, and you turn around at the sound of the door to stare back, not a single word exchanged.Â
then you finally break the eye contact, glancing down at your stilled feet. âi wasnât going to do it.âÂ
he silently moves closer, hopping next to you on the railing as well. âokay.âÂ
you donât see the tender way his eyes travel over you. your voice is quiet as you speak up, âyou donât have to say anything.â
âokay,â niki repeats.Â
itâs not said in a sarcastic way. itâs not sad, either. itâs just..... soft. soft and understanding enough to make a blanket of comfort fall around you, to make it known that nikiâs presence is here by your side.
suddenly, the rains starts and niki asks if you want to go down. you slowly nod and he helps you safely off the railing before opening the door for you guys go out in the rain.Â
the rain doesnât stop.Â
and niki doesnât stop either. he grabs your hand, dragging you along with him haphazardly.Â
âwhere are we going?â you ask breathlessly.Â
âout. like most people our age. weâre still kids.âÂ
âwow, i had no idea,â you mutter sarcastically.Â
he holds back a smile of relief. good to know you were still your usual self.Â
âyou need a break. youâve been so caught up in this case, you need to rest.â
âbut-â
âcome on,â he leads you on, ârelax. itâll give you a clear mind, so we can come back with a fresh start.âÂ
youâre hesitant until he pulls up at an arcade. âwhat if someone sees me? what if they-â
niki places a finger over your lips, silencing you. âweâre here to have fun like everyone else and not give a crap about anything else. now, are you gonna play or are you gonna get your butt kicked by me?â
a challenge was a challenge.Â
you laugh at nikiâs rambunctious side, yelling as he tries to cheat during competitive games and fight over the better toy gun.Â
âjust so you know, i technically won.âÂ
you playfully shove him, âin your dreams. youâre just saying that because you donât want to-â
you get cut off by the loudest (and most embarrassing) grumble of your stomach. you both look down at your stomach. you look back up, petrified.Â
niki almost cackles, âi guess thatâs a sign.â
âitâs not my fault i fell asleep before eating yesterday,â you pout.Â
âwhat do you want to eat?â
âanything. iâm serious.âÂ
niki watches with a fond smile as you quite literally inhale your food.Â
âeat any faster, and youâll make a new record.â
you flip him off as he laughs, putting more food onto your plate from his. you can only watch wordlessly, feeling your heart warm. after you finish eating, niki takes your hand again. you glance at him questioningly.Â
âthereâs one last thing i wanted to do,â he mumbles while avoiding your gaze.Â
âhowâs this one?â
you scrunch your nose in distaste at the sight, reaching to place red devil horns on nikiâs head.
âi think this one fits you more.â
as he grumbles, you laugh.Â
âfine, but i get to choose yours.âÂ
he ends up picking a frog headband for youâwhich you complain to no avail. his reasoning was, âyou remind me of a frog. like the princess and the frog.â
you splutter, âbut that means-â
âyes. iâm the princess.â
âobviously,â he adds.Â
in the photo booth, you sit awkwardly. niki cocks an eyebrow.Â
âiâve never done this before, soâŚ"
instead of teasing you like you originally assumed, niki only brings you closer. he wraps an arm around you while posing for the camera. youâre frozen, even as the countdown starts. you can barely manage a smile as the camera flashes.Â
âwhat now?â
niki glances at the screen, âwe still have three more pictures. what poses do you want to do?â
youâre at a loss for words.Â
niki leans closer again. he makes a half heart with his hand as he looks at you expectantly. âhow about a heart pose?â
âo-okay.â
you never felt so suffocated in that photo booth. and yet, youâve never laughed harder. youâve never been so happy in your life with someone else. Â
âhey, this photo came out good!â
âbut what happened to the first one?â
you both lean in to get a closer look at the photos that printed, and you end up feeling nikiâs breath on your cheek.Â
it was warm. it was nice to have someone so close to you and still feel comfortable. it was nice to know you were close enough to someone to feel that way.Â
it was something you had never felt before.Â
â..-y/n?â
âhuh?â you snap out of your trance.
âi said, you can keep this copy.âÂ
you look at the pictures and then at niki. âwhat? no, itâs fine-â
âi said keep it,â he forcefully shoves the photo into your hand as he quickly heads over to the cashier to pay.Â
you stand there for a minute, looking at the photos. you guys looked happy. you guys looked goodâŚtogether. like you were a real couple, or something. you internally chide yourself while taking off your headband. what a silly thought, you brush off.Â
on the walk back home, you feel utterly satisfied, humming as you match your pace with nikiâs.
âwhen we arrive, iâll let you in through the back, just to be safe.â
âwhatever you say, mr. responsible.âÂ
he ruffles your hair and you swat his hand away in annoyance.
that night was the first night youâve felt content. almost like you could stay hereâlike you belonged. you stare up at the dark ceiling, reflecting on the days events.Â
âniki?â
you hear his bed shift. âyeah?â
âi just wanted to say thanks. for everything. youâve been providing everything for me, all while helping me on my case. iâm grateful for everything. i donât know how, but i promise to pay you back one day.â
âwhatâs with the sudden sappiness?â his tone is teasing, but light. he clears his throat to add, âbut yeah, of course.â
âi dunno, i guess iâm just not used to this type of treatment back home.â
âwhat? what do you mean?âÂ
even in the dark, you can feel inquisitive stare on you.Â
âi mean, iâm usually left on my own since my parents are working. and my friends, well, theyâre nice and allâŚâ
âbut you donât feel a true connection?â he finishes, and you roll over.
âyeah. i donât really know what my friends are like in this world. who even are my friends? do i even have any?â
niki grimaces.Â
âuh, yeah. i donât know if they exist in your world, but have you heard of danielle? and haerin?â
ânope. what are they like?âÂ
he shifts again, and the bed creaks. âyou see, i donât really talk to your friend group. itâs nothing personal, i just donât want to associate with them.â
âdang, maybe it really is just a me problem, in every life too.âÂ
you hadnât thought about hanni and hyein since you got here. but danielle and haerin were two new leads. a new start, perhaps.Â
now that you had more information from niki, you started your research again. specifically, insta-stalking.Â
your specialty.Â
niki hands you his phone with a suspicious look when you casually ask for it. you pray he doesnât hear the sound of blood rushing in your ears or the pounding of your heart.Â
as he goes to do his night time routine, you quickly tap on the instagram app and search up danielleâs name. it doesnât take long for you to find her account since niki followed her. checking to make sure he didnât come out of the bathroom, you scroll through her feed.Â
and your heart stops when you see it. in the corner of a photoâa picture of her and haerin posing at school in front of their lockers.Â
thatâs your ridiculously expensive bracelet on danielleâs arm. youâre sure of it.Â
you felt yourself grow nauseous as you quickly turn off nikiâs phone as soon as you hear the door turn.Â
âhey, are you okay? you look like you just saw a ghost..â
you blink and smile, peeking at him innocently, although the dread grows in the pit of your stomach. âhuh? no. what are you talking about?â
âwhat were you doing on my phone?â
you look away sheepishly, âtrying to see if i could call my mom?â maybe nikiâs acting skills were rubbing off on you.Â
âoh, and?âÂ
you shake your head, a fake grim expression plastered on your face.Â
that night, you lay awake staring into the darkness. when you hear nikiâs soft snores, you sneak over to his bedside table to retrieve the key. you know you shouldnât, but you felt this was something you needed to do alone.Â
you feel like youâre on the edge of the cliff, about to jump into the water. the adrenaline filled you, you were right there-
it was so close.
the next day, you have to pretend everything is okay. you smile when niki greets you good morning, even peck him on the cheek when he tells you he has to stop by the dance studio for the night.Â
he visibly blushes, stuttering on his words, âw-uh, w-what was that.. for..?â
you shrug, âiâm just proud of you for getting your grades up. itâs your first time back dancing in a while so have fun, okay?âÂ
he nods, beaming as he squeezes your hand goodbye. as he leaves, your smile fades. it felt too normal. it felt too right to imagine having a life with niki, like this everyday.
and knowing what you knew now, it was wrong. it was wrong from the start, and yet you couldn't help yourself fall even deeper. you had to get back into the right mental state. you couldn't keep deluding yourself.
it was time to confront the truth.
you canât believe youâre sneaking into through the school boyâs bathroom again. the locker key safely stored in your pocket, you find danielleâs locker. the same one from the photo she posted.Â
this had to be the one. you can only hold your breath and hope as you unlock it.Â
you quickly scramble through all the stuff, looking for the shiny bracelet. you donât find it, but when you go to close the locker door in defeat, a crumpled up piece of paper falls onto the floor.Â
you huff, taking it and opening it up. itâs a picture of sunghoon, you, and danielle, all smiling as you three posed for the camera. but it wasnât just an ordinary pictureâthere was a big, red âXâ scribbled over your face, with the words âfinally doneâ written next to it.Â
and hearts next to sunghoonâs face.Â
horrified, you clap a hand over your mouth.Â
during a break at the dance studio, niki doesnât expect to open his instagram app and see danielleâs instagram show up on his recently searched. frowning, he taps on the account. he never cared to pay attention to danielle, so why was her account the last thing searched up?Â
just out of curiosity, he scrolls through her recent posts.Â
and then he sees it. something that is so hard to miss. itâs so strikingly familiar.Â
he rushes home. when niki bursts through the front door, he doesnât expect to find you missing. and when niki notices his old school uniform and cap gone, his heart drops.Â
you sit on the floor next to the lockers with your head buried on top of your knees. youâre sure you could get caught, but you donât care.Â
the crumpled picture feels heavy in your pocket.Â
you stay there, staring at the walls until you see the moon shining brightly outside one of the windows. you havenât eaten or drank anything the whole day. youâre not sure how long itâs been.Â
ây/n!âÂ
great, now you were hearing things as well?Â
furious footsteps stomp towards you.
âwhy did you leave without telling me? you couldâve gotten caught-it couldâve been dangerous?!â
ân-niki?â your eyes widen.Â
before saying anything else, he pulls you up to your feet.Â
âwhy would you come to school without me?â
for some reason, his words sting. you cross your arms, âwhat? like i canât take care of myself?âÂ
he groans, âthatâs besides the point! if someone saw youââ
âi donât care! so why do you care soââ
a sound from down the hall cuts you both off. you turn to niki in panic and he curses. âthe custodian comes on weekends to clean.â
you hold back a yelp as niki grabs your wrist and pulls you along in the opposite direction.Â
he pushes through a door and turns to the left. you donât stop until youâre inside the.. natatorium?Â
âwhy are we-â
âthere are no cameras here, unlike in the school building. i thought you wouldâve known that.â
after he speaks, thereâs an awkward silence.Â
niki sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âwell, are you gonna tell me?â
you feel the frustration flow through your veins, âand what about you? you tell me why i have to let you know my every location? why i feel like i canât take care of myself, l-like a sick, old dog who canât go anywhere or do anything? iâm sick of it all!âÂ
âyou donât understand,â his voice raises, and you interrupt him, getting closer and closer to him.Â
âyouâre right, i donât. i donât understand why you helped me in the first place. you say that you barely knew who i was, yet here you are acting like you care! like you cared about the dead me!â
at this point, his face is so close to yours, you can feel your breaths mix as neither of you back down.Â
âi do care! of course i care! about you, standing right in front of me!â he clenches his fists. your eyes linger on a single vein on his neck that sticks out due to the intensity. the fire burning in his eyes, your trembling voices, it all makes you falter.Â
you donât know what you asked. you know the truth. niki always caredâmore than cared. he always went out of his way to search for you, like the day on the balcony and today. he wanted to find you, he wanted to have you in his life,Â
you realize it now. to put simply, he wanted you.Â
and this was the first time you felt wanted.Â
you donât know what else to do, so you lean in and close the gap to kiss him. and if anything, niki immediately pulls you closer to him.Â
when you break apart for air, his dark eyes still staring deep into yours, you think heâs gonna lean back in again. but you hear a faint voice sound, growing louder. your eyes both widen. the janitor.
without a second thought, niki pushes you.Â
he does it lightly, although itâs still enough to make you lose your balance, and for a second you stare back at him, betrayal evident before you fall backwardsâ
straight into the pool.Â
your eyes just barely peek open in the water, and then thereâs a splash accompanying yours a few seconds later.Â
he easily swims to you, cupping your cheeks and bringing your lips to his once more. it was a much different experience from just a few seconds ago.Â
you stay entwined like that together, eyes squeezed shut, until you actually canât breathe anymore and you have to smack nikiâs arm. you both rise to the top, heaving water and air.Â
after a few seconds of coughing and gathering your bearings, nikiâs raspy voice fills the air.Â
âat least heâs gone. iâve always wanted to do that.â
you roll your eyes, splashing water back at him in revenge for pushing you earlier. âseriously? after we got almost got caught? we couldâve drowned!â Â
you splash him again, âalso, you couldâve given me a heads up!â
he grins, wiping the running water free from his face. âand whereâs the fun in that?â
you shake your head in amazement, âyouâre actually an idiot. i canât believe you, niki.âÂ
âan idiot who saved us from getting caught.â
after returning home together, you sit and enjoy the peaceful silence as niki dries your hair. your mind canât help but replay the last few moments, from finding the picture at school to kissing niki, and then finally get pushed into the pool. specifically, the kissing part.Â
growing sleepy at the soft and warm feeling of nikiâs hands running through your hair, you almost donât hear him when he says, âall done.â
you thank him and he looks around awkwardly.Â
âwhat is it?â you squint at him.Â
âwell, i wanted to apologize. i didnât mean to make to feel that way. i was just really worried about you, and i felt hurt you didnât tell me why you snuck into school again today. did you not trust me? did i do something wrong?â
you soften, eyes falling to the floor.Â
âiâm so sorry, niki. i didnât mean to lash out on you. of course i trust you, i just wanted to do something for myself for once. without needing your or anyone elseâs help.âÂ
you exhale, âthe reason i left today was for thisââ you take the damp, crumpled picture and unfold it as best as you can.Â
nikiâs hands fall to his side. âoh god.â
âit was danielle. she took my bracelet and i-i think she wanted my boyfriend. i know it has to be her.â
âw-what? but how?â
you shake your head. he goes to hug you.Â
you feel tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, but you wonât waste any tears on her. you pull back to look at niki, with a determined expression on your face.Â
âyou have to catch her and make sure they get what they deserve.âÂ
niki stares at you deeply, âare you sure? because if you are, i wonât stop.â
he wonders why you say you and not we.
at that, you falter.Â
âno. i never be sure because she isâwas my best friend and i will always hold that guilt in me. but you have to do something about it.âÂ
nikiâs hold around you tightens, âand what about you?â
you smile, albeit sadly. âyou know i canât stay here, hiding away forever. i donât belong here. i already existed in your world, and at some point, i have to leave soon. i can feel it.âÂ
it was the same feeling as when you first came here. that day you felt off. the feeling that you donât belong anywhere, but this time, you feel fulfilled. complete. like you were ready to go back home.Â
âitâs not something i can explain, but i know it,â you look at him with determined eyes.Â
and he looks back at you with pained ones.Â
niki is able to convince jungwon to get his dad to reinvestigate the case again. the picture is given up as evidence, and danielle and haerin are taken in.Â
the day they confessed out of guilt, you and niki celebrate by sneaking onto your schoolâs rooftop. the same place where it all started.
itâs a cold and windy night, but you could care less about getting sick. because it was your last day anyway.Â
you didnât tell niki, but you had a good feelingâlike the world was patting you on the back and saying, âyou worked hard.âÂ
the two of you watch the stars, snuggled up and reflecting on how your lives came to be like this. wondering how far away apart your worlds were.Â
you kiss nikiâs cheek, wishing to remember the feeling of being in his arms forever. his scent, his touch, his warmth, you wish you could keep all of it. you smile at him, willing back the tears.Â
âthere was a reason i bumped into you that day, of all people. there was a reason you came into my life, and i came into yours, niki.âÂ
he bites his lip, ây/n... you changed my life. every day with you was better than the last.âÂ
if this was a dream, you wouldnât want to wake up. you trace his face, so it will remain ingrained in your mind forever, even when you go back to your world.Â
âwhat will happen when i leave?â you whisper.Â
âhow will you even get back home?â
you shrug, âi donât know how, but i know that i will.â
niki laughs, âthatâs the y/n i know.â
as he kisses you once more, a star falls across the sky.Â
the next day, you find a ticket in your bag. a train ticket.Â
you donât recall having bought one, and you donât question niki. you only ask him to take you to the train station.
while walking hand and hand, you reminisce on the past month or so. âwill we still remember this once you go back to your world?â
your body trembles, âi donât know.â
âthen⌠will i ever see you again?â
you donât want to meet his eyes, because you know youâll cry.Â
yes, you want to say. instead, you say, â i donât know.â
niki wipes a stray tear on your face. you donât even know how you reached your stop already.Â
âthis is it,â he says.Â
but neither of you move.Â
âdonât worry, even if i donât remember you, youâll always be in my heart. weâll meet in your world,â he reminds you while the tears start falling down both of your faces.Â
âdonât forget that thereâs another me out there to annoy you. you just need to search hard.âÂ
you sniffle, playfully pushing him away as you furiously blink away the tears that blur your vision. you needed to soak up the sight of him as much of him as you could.
âi promise iâll find you again.âÂ
he holds onto you until the very end, until you slip out of his grasp once more.
crossing the platform into the train while giving him one last, slow wave was painful. the last thing you can think of is the fact that you never knew. you never asked for nikiâs full name. his real one.Â
you never knew nikiâs name.
and then everything fades into nothing.Â
thatâs the last time niki ever sees you. the train passes by in a flash, blowing his bangs across his face while he tries his best to keep that fake smile on his face for youâall for you before you go.Â
then, youâre gone.Â
in those seconds as the train passes, niki knows exactly why he did it. why he helped you through all of it, through everything together.Â
all because you were there in class. you never looked at him, but he looked at you. he saw all of you, everydayâeven if you didnât know it. all your quirks and habits that he couldnât help but find cute. you made his days interesting.Â
but he was the coward for never approaching you. that was his fault because one day, you werenât there anymore.Â
and he had to pretend like nothing happened. on the outside, thatâs how it was. even if he felt the slightest connection, tiniest pull towards you, you were still strangers.Â
you were strangers until you knocked into him on the train platform.Â
niki had to be selfish. he thinks it could have been fate that he saw you again, but now heâs just left with the lingering regret and feelings. those memories flash past like the train does. they come and go in the blink of an eye- a split second.Â
when the train is gone, niki frowns and wonders why heâs standing there.Â
he also wonders why it feels like thereâs a piece of his heart missing.Â
after that, he attends your funeral in his world. it was an open funeral to everyone who wanted to come- classmates, friends, and him. niki didnât even know you that well, but he get this unexpalaniable urge that he should go- he needs to go. he brings flowers and gets to see you one last time.Â
when niki sees the picture of your serene face, he canât help but get this sense of peace, like everythingâs resolved.Â
and then heâs free.
epilogue...
you sigh, trudging along the walkway on the way to work. looking at your surroundings, you were getting major deja vu. but at this point, you were used to having episodes like that.Â
there were many, many times where some things simply felt so familiar. but it was like your memory was wiped and you couldnât remember why. some times you had flashes of an adventure, a feeling of mystery, a boy.Â
ever since some day in high school, it just happened. and from then on, youâve always felt like something was missing. or wrong. you canât tell. it became a part of you, to the point where you almost forgot about it. that feeling of misbelonging, being just out of reach. itâs strange, like a weird occurrence that makes you want to open your third eye or whatever to find out more.
even after graduating, it never left you.Â
you being so lost in your thoughts, fail to notice when you bump into someone coming off the train you were about to get onto.Â
âiâm sorry,â you quickly apologize, but you soon falter when you meet eyes with sparkling brown ones. weirdly enough, they draw you in.Â
they were familiar, youâve certainly seen them somewhere. the moment lasts for a while, with the two of you standing still in the middle of the passway, staring at each other. Â
you slowly smile, extending a hand. âi apologize if iâm mistaken, but have we met before?â
he stares at you too, confused yet enthralled.Â
âi-i think you may be mistaken,â he starts hesitantly and you begin to apologize.Â
âare you sure?â you quickly introduce yourself, âand you?â
you swore you were not such a desperate person, but you couldnât help it, not this time and definitely not in front of this particularly alluring guy. Â
âme?â
he takes a quick glance at you before taking your hand with a small smile.Â
âmy name is nishimura riki.â
first i wanted to say thank you for reading! this was a rough time coming, and i wanted to apologize for the long wait. this has actually been a wip of mine for years and i finally was able to finish it with riki after months and months of writing. this past year has been the worst one so far, but i'm just grateful to still be here. just feeling super appreciative for those who stuck with me and waited patiently. thank you. can't wait to see you guys again soon with the next oneshot (hint hint)!
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Cracky SVSSS Canon Divergence AU: Shang Qinghua (Airplane Bro) gets it into his head to try and "fix" Qijiu's relationship in order to 1) make his own work life easier and also 2) hopefully avert the ruthless destruction of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect by distracting Shen Qingqiu away from being a real piece of shit whenever the protagonist finally shows up. (Luo Binghe isn't here yet.)
Unfortunately, he gets this idea because he accidentally slept with Yue Qingyuan. It was during a late budgetary meeting. They'd both been slightly drunk. Yue Qingyuan had been sad and Shang Qinghua had been sad AND horny. It was a "bro helping another bro out" kind of thing! Shang Qinghua still can't really believe it happened. But it can't happen again! Bad idea!
Shang Qinghua encounters Shen Qingqiu in a brothel with half a plan on how to start unraveling that much damage, only... uh... Well, Shen Qingqiu got the wrong idea about what Shang Qinghua wanted from him, and Shang Qinghua's favorite type unfortunately happens to be "scary and mean and very pretty". Fuck! He accidentally slept with Shen Qingqiu too!
So, okay, back to Yue Qingyuan, who will definitely be the more reasonable person to talk to, because he hides all of his massive trauma like a polite person! Oh, shit, Yue Qingyuan is pretty hot, isn't he? And is coming on to Shang Qinghua again for a casual fuck... and whoops, the bad idea happened again! Fuck! When Shang Qinghua tries to have a productive conversation afterwards, Yue Qingyuan even confides in him a little. Yeah, bro, it IS super obvious that you're totally hung up on Shen Qingqiu, and oh, shit, you are NEVER going to make the first move, are you?
Okay, maybe "fixing" these guys is just not possible. Mistakes! He has made them! Shang Qinghua is just going to stay out of things moving forward. He's going to avoid them now! Oh, shit, Shen Qingqiu wants to know why Shang Qinghua was staring at him in that meeting and is slamming against a wall and- uh. Oh, wow. That's hot.
"Both of them?" Mobei-Jun says later, too bemused to be jealous. (Moshang aren't a thing yet. Maybe not ever a thing like that in this AU. Demons also have different societal conventions even so.)
"BOTH OF THEM!" Shang Qinghua wails, lying facedown on the floor of his house. He doesn't know why he's actually venting to Mobei-Jun, but he has NO ONE ELSE. He's getting SO well laid, sure, but the constant nagging feeling that he's going to get maimed this way is really putting a damper on the sex. Qijiu really, truly, honestly do NOT know that he's sleeping with both of them. "What is wrong with these people?! Why is their taste so bad? I made everything so much worse..."
"Stop fucking them then," Mobei-Jun suggests, as helpful as ever, which is not helpful at all. Mobei-Jun has never been helpful to anyone in his life. When he's not mildly annoyed by it, he thinks this shit is hysterically funny.
#tossawary svsss#fic ideas#shang qinghua#shen jiu#yue qingyuan#qishang#qijiu#shangjiu#qishangjiu#mobei jun#moshang#long post
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firsts
synopsis â sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly youâre terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.
warnings â reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any
pairing â sakusa x implied fem!reader
wordcount â 710
a/n â happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!
Youâve never really talked to Sakusa.
You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first yearâand you had known him since then, but for some reason, you havenât talked to him unless itâs volleyball related.
In factâyou donât think youâve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?
Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like itâs a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you donât know, so you decide itâs best to stick with your team so you donât get lost.
Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because youâve lost everyone but Sakusa.Â
And youâre terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you donât know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.
Frantically scanning the room for anyone thatâs not Sakusa, you somehow canât spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.
Everyone knows that Sakusa doesnât like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands youâre pleading for help.
And he nods once.
Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of reliefâyou lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa.Â
You donât expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, âYou okay?â
Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, âYeahâIâm fine. Are you nervous?â
Youâre not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesnât want to be bothered. I meanâyou were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.
âNot really. Are you?â
Youâre even more shocked when he continues the conversation. Youâd expect heâd be the most rude person if he didnât want to talk. âI-uhm I am a little bit. But weâre exempt from playing today right?â
Yeahâthis definitely is the first and last conversation youâll ever have with him.
He nods.
Then itâs silent.
Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing youâve experienced. It feels as if youâre just two people co-existing.
You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
From the corner of your eye you can tell heâs curious, but he hasnât said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.
And you swear you can hear him laugh.
Not a fullâhearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you donât even notice. But itâs definitely the first time youâve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.
âYou laughed.â You blurt out, before you even realize.Â
He furrows his brows, âI did.â
Your eyes widen, âSorryâoh my gosh, itâs just the first time Iâve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didnât mean it like thatâyou just have a nice laughââ
And now heâs actually laughingâlike not even hard to hear.
Heâs laughing, heâs hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You donât think youâve ever felt more mortified in your life.
âIt wasnât that funny was it?â You ask, a frown on your face.
Sakusa catches his breath, âFunnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.â
âThere wasnât even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!â
âOnly if youâre sick in the head.â
You scoff at his remark, âWow, Sakusa-san, youâre very hard to please.â
âKiyoomi.â
âAnother complaint?â You tease, trying to play dumb at what heâs trying to imply.Â
âCall me Kiyoomi.â
You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, âOkay, Kiyoomi.â
And even though heâs wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.Â
Youâve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time youâve seen him smileâjust maybe next time heâll do it while his face is fully shown.
yenqa Š please do not copy, steal or translate.
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accidents pt. 1.5 | Spencer Reid x Reader
Okay so, WOW. I am completely blown away by the response to my first fic on here, 120 followers in 6 days are you guys okay? Because I am definitely not :,). While accidents pt. II isnt quite finished just yet (thank you so much for being so patient with me<3 uni is kicking my ass already rip), I thought I'd give you all a small sneak peek, aka the first 800-ish words of the second part. I hope you enjoy and thank you all so so much for the generous feedback so far!! <333 I'll go rewatch my genetics lecture now yippie :,,,,)
here you can read the entire first part, please head the warnings! Same ones apply here. also, if you wanna get tagged in pt. II, let me know in the comments!
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Spencerâs never sprung from his bed faster in his life before.
His heart is a jackhammer in his chest, chipping away at his ribs one bone splitter at a time because-
Itâs you. In front of his door. And Spencer is so hard it hurts but- he canât just-
âSpencer?â
He sucks in a haggard breath, hands reaching up and messing up his hair even more. His thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at once and he just needs to- needs just a moment to-
âUh, yeah, just a second!â, he calls back, voice scratchy and used from the- the moaning Jesus Christ because he was about to come with your mental image and he somehow, magically, managed to apparently conjure you up in front of his door with his pathetic pining and oh god-
He has to- ugh- has to wash his hands and make it go away and â
âOkay, Iâll justâŚchill with that weird plant here.â
An overwhelmed whimper slips past his lips and he just, stands there for at least another five seconds before something in his mind snaps back into place and he rushes to the small, adjacent bathroom of his room.
After he thoroughly washed his hands, his erection has flagged off enough so that itâs not the first thing greeting you when he opens the door and thank god for that.
And oh- seeing you after doing that actually knocks the wind out of his lungs because you are just so goddamn lovely it makes Spencer want to do stupid, stupid things like cry or kiss you or spontaneously combust into a million pieces.
For once, he does something okay-ishly sensible though.
âHi.â
You look at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement or scepticism, he doesnât know for sure. Your eyes hold mirthful sparkles in them when he finally manages to meet your gaze, so he settles for the former of the two options.
Youâre not wearing your work clothes anymore. Rather, you went for a cozy looking, oversized sweater and funkily patterned leggings. Your fashion sense outside of work always reminded Spencer of Penelopeâs.
âHi to yourselfâ, you chuckle, âCan I come in or are you too busy reading ten books at once?â
Spencer feels himself flush under your gentle teasing.
âOnly seven books. But, yes, of course you can come in.â
He turns out of the way, creating room for you to pass him into his room. As soon as you are inside, you donât hesitate to jump onto his bed and flop on your back with your arms spread wide.
Spencerâs breath hitches and he has to do some very extensive mental gymnastics to supress all the inappropriate thoughts from escaping the box he banished them into. Controlling his bodyâs response to seeing you in the same bed he was just jacking off in is⌠a different story. He pulls down the hem of his shirt as discreetly as possible, as he takes a seat next to you. Making sure that there is not too much distance between you two as to raise any suspicion and make it obvious heâs trying to get some distance between you, but also enough space so that he isnât enticed to do anything unwise. Like, reach out and feel your warmth underneath his fingers. Or the softness of your skin. Or anything else really.
The more seconds tick by in which neither of you say anything, the more nervous Spencer becomes. He starts fiddling around with his fingers, aborting more than one move to steal a glance at your face to see what youâre thinking.
âSpencerâ, you then finally say, voice kind of pout-y and if that didnât make Spencer whip his head around to face you, the next thing you say for sure does. âDo you hate me?â
âWha-â, he sputters your name, âNo- no! Of course, I donât- whe- why would you think that?â
You let out an exasperated groan, moving around until you are lying on your side, head propped up on your arm and frowning up at him. âBecause youâve been acting hella weird these last few days and you wonât tell me whyyyyâ, you drag out the last syllable, pout on your lips and Spencer has to look up at the ceiling or else heâs just going to confess everything without second thought and that will definitely not happen.
âI havenât been acting weird, really, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
You remain silent again and Spencer feels the judging glare you send his way without having to look at you. Yes, he has been acting weird, he knows that, but you can never ever know the reason why tha-
âIs it because you saw my nudes?â
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oh spencer, you weren't quite as subtle as you thought. rip my boy. also whooops another cliffhanger? haha my fingers must've slipped my bad
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Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?
Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.
The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"
So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!
But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.
And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.
The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.
Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.
Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.
"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.
"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."
Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."
"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."
Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."
Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."
"My eyes change color."
"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."
Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."
"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"
"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."
"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."
Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."
Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."
And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"
Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.
Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"
Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."
"Not the point!"
"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."
Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."
He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"
Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."
Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"
"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."
Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"
Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."
"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"
Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."
"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."
And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.
(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)
(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)
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Hii could I maybe request the lads boys and sugar daddies đ¤đ¤
It's okay if you don't tho I understand it's not something everyone is comfortable with :)
im understanding this as lads AS sugar daddies but also im like. thinking about it and these are gonna be kinda short bc i just dont see anybody really being a sugar daddy so these are. very general. fun fact - xaviers is based off a fic premise i never wrote
Zayne definitely has the capital to be a sugar daddy and he's heard amongst the other doctors that there are some others who have arrangements. He judges them at first, thinking that it's not something he'd really think he's comfortable dealing with. He learns that things don't have to be purely sexual a night or two of him feeling extraordinarily lonely he decides maybe he could just see if he could find someone to spend time with.
Against his better judgement he meets you, someone who invigorates him mentally and enjoys spending his time with you. Your allowance is incredibly generous and you were expecting him to escalate with each nice dinner he takes you to but he's never made a move on you. He's a perfect gentleman and he makes sure you understand that all he wants from you is your time, however much it costs.
The only way Xavier could end up in this situation is by pure accident. He downloads an app, thinking it was just a way to make friends online. He assumes that payments are for some sort of membership, swiping around until he finds your profile and decides to start chatting with you.
The two of you have a lot in common and when you two meet up for the first time you're glad that he looks a lot younger than you anticipated with the blurry profile photo and slightly outdated shorthand in texting. He sort of slips into the role in a similar manner, paying for your dinners and buying you things that remind him of you.
You don't really think he knows what he's become, especially since you don't receive a traditional allowance of money. You don't mind at all thankfully, fully accepting all of his gifts and meals in exchange for his companionship. Honestly, you don't look at him as a sugar daddy because of how casual everything is, cherishing his friendship as you get to know him.
Rafayel totally does it as a whim. He decides to download an app for fun, not really into dating period. He doesn't like the way that people fawn over him, or try to pretend that they don't care he's rich despite insisting meeting at fancy restaurants and looking at him expectantly to foot the bill.
You agree to a date with Rafayel because not only is he famous, he's stupid pretty. You decide that spending time with him would definitely not be an awful thing to do. Your first date is formal and you try to wow him with knowledge of his paintings. He doesn't seem very interested but the two of you seem to get along, thankfully.
Over time the two of you become more friendly, Rafayel letting his walls down more as the two of you become more honest with each other. He's very kind with his money and you're paid very generously. He finally has a sort of friend outside of Thomas and genuinely likes bugging you, you not minding the extra attention he gives you in addition to the money you're paid.
Sylus is constantly fighting off people trying to flirt with him to enter some sort of arrangement. He exudes both wealth and power so of course people are going to be obsessed with him. He usually brushes them all off, not caring, honestly.
He happens to come across you during an evening of drinking. You're trying to flirt with him, not knowing anything about him other than you think he's a very attractive man. He knows that you don't know him with how forward you are, touching and batting your lashes at him flirtatiously.
He ends up deciding to buy you some drinks and the two of you talk well into the night. He gives you his number to talk to him again, telling you that he'd make sure it was worth your time. When you get home that night you find a package addressed to you. A beautiful set of clothes and jewels that fit you perfectly along with an invitation for an event in the week.
This becomes standard for the two of you and you love it. Being on his arm prevents Sylus from getting accosted from people that are desperate for his attention and you're constantly spoiled by his money. You both benefit, growing closer with each other over time.
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Chapter 59 of human Bill Cipher possibly not being the Mystery Shack's prisoner because he got executed two chapters ago:
Everything you haven't wondered about how Bill survived his execution.
7:27 a.m.
Mabel didn't know why, but figuring out when to ask Mrs. Grendinator to pull over had felt as stressful as trying to throw a ping pong ball into a passing car's open fuel door to land in the little fuel pipe. All she had to do was ask to pull over after they'd passed everything but the last truck stop, but before it was too late for Mrs. Grendinator to make the turn into the Triple Digit parking lot. That was a large window. It wasn't easy to miss. Somehow Mabel still dreaded that she'd speak up too late and Mrs. Grendinator would say she'd have to wait for the next rest stopâby which point Bill would have splatted like a bug against the weirdness barrier while everyone else passed safely through.
But she'd managed to blurt out "I forgot to use the bathroom at home. Can we pull over?"; they'd stopped at the Triple Digit Truck Stop; and Mabel made it inside before her friends could catch her.
She locked the unisex restroom door, set her backpack on the ground, opened it up, and sighed with relief when she saw Bill sitting on her sweater. She carefully pulled him out, set him on the floor, and pointed the height-altering flashlight at him.
For a moment after returning to his true size, he remained seated on the floor, legs bent, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Worriedly, Mabel asked, "You okay?"
"Think I learned what motion sickness is," Bill groaned. "Justâgimme a sec."
"Aww, I'm sorry." Mabel surreptitiously checked in her backpack to make sure Bill hadn't been sick on her sweater. (It was a cool one. It had kissing parrots.)
After a few deep breaths, Bill lifted his head enough to look at Mabel. The first thing he said was, "'Cool big brother-slash-sister,' huh?" He gave her a queasy, but cheeky, grin.
"Shut uuup you weren't supposed to hear that!" She'd just about died with embarrassment when Candy had repeated that where she knew Bill could hear.
"I'm flattered." Bill uncurled himself from his nauseous half-fetal position; and then, gripping onto the sink for support, got back to his feet. "Being smaller again was nice, but I'm never traveling like that again."
"You're such a whiner."
"Yeah, yeah. I have a lot to whine about. I'm dead and about to be executed. Talk about... lose your cake and... not-eat it, too."
Mabel laughed. Bill mussed her hair, grinning, and said, "Hey, you've got no room to laugh, you're the one with the not-setting-houses-on-fire bit."
"Arrrgh, don't remind me!" She pushed Bill to the side so she could use the mirror to straighten out her hair again.
"You did pretty well, though! I'd say that was some of the best acting I've ever seen out of you."
"You too! They definitely bought it," Mabel said. "Even Grunkle Stan was getting worried."
"Especially back in the kitchen, wow! That was really convincing." He paused. "Really, really convincing."
Something heavy hung in the air. Mabel focused on her hair in the mirror.
Bill said, "That bit in the kitchen about me 'depending' on you." He exaggerated the air quotes around the word, distancing himself from the concept. "It wasn't on our list."
"Yeah. It just kinda... seemed right. Improv." Mabel waved unenthusiastic jazz hands.
"It bothers you."
Mabel winced. "I mean... I'm not actually mad at you. But. I want to help, but I don't know what to do for..." She gestured at Bill. "The whole being dead on an alien planet issue."
"Believe it or not, the hoodie helps," Bill said. "Listening helps." But he couldn't meet her gaze; he was fiddling with his friendship bracelet instead. He had to know how heavy even just listening to him could be.
"I'm glad, but... I just... wish you had more friends you could talk to."
Bill nodded morosely. "So do I." It wasn't like he'd chosen to only have one friend, was it? Prisoners didn't get to make those kinds of decisions.
Mabel asked, "Do you really think I think you're just a summer fix-it project?"
"I... pfff... come on, I watched you spend all last summer handing out makeovers and dating advice. You've already done my makeup, taken me clothes shopping, and tried to pump me for info on what kinds of freaks I'm into."
(Mabel quietly filed away the fact that Bill referred to "freaks" as his preferred romantic targets.)
"That's how your summer was going to end," Bill said. "You tame the monster, go home triumphant, and don't worry about it anymore. Like how you patched up Broken Heart's love life and left him to sort out the consequences."
"No!" Mabel huffed, "I meanâmaybe a little at the beginning, but... you're really my friend now, I'd hate it if I never saw you again. I don't give friendship bracelets to just anybody!"
Bill kind of thought she did; but he wasn't about to argue. "Well, I've only given one person a bracelet, and I meant it." (Even more now than when he'd originally made it.) "You're never getting rid of me now, star girl. You're stuck with me forever!"
Coming out of Bill Cipher, the promise should have filled her with dread. A month ago it would have filled her with dread. But Mabel just found it comforting. "Good."
(And Ford hadn't felt any dread when he'd sworn "until the end of time," either.)
Bill took off his backpack and rummaged through it. "Now let me make sure I can keep that promise."
He took out a map of the mountains and forest around Gravity Falls and spread it out on the floor for them to kneel in front of. "You know about the spaceship buried under town? When its ring cut through the mountain, a few chunks of the ship dislodged and were buried in one of the mountains. No human has ever found them before, not even your great uncle. That's where I'll hide."
"Are the chunks big enough to hide in?"
"Sure! There's one that'd serve as a decent studio apartment. Wellâthe cheapest studio apartment in Manhattan, maybe. But, hey, I don't have much furniture."
On the map, he showed Mabel a route to reach the base of the cliff, tracing it with his finger. She couldn't afford to take a map with the route marked; if the adults discovered Bill's escape and confiscated Mabel's possessions, a marked map would lead them straight to him. She'd just have to do her best to memorize the route he described. "When and if the coast is clear, you can come find me there."
"How do I get up the cliff?"
"Don't worry about that. You make it that far, I'll take care of the rest."
And that was all they could afford to discuss. Mabel couldn't hide in here for long. As Bill refolded the map (and Mabel was awed to learn he was the kind of person who could refold maps correctly on the first try), and he packed the map and the height-altering flashlight in his backpack, they each tried separately to figure out how to get around to saying goodbye.
"I uh... I know you're sticking your neck out for me, kid." (Bill wasn't used to this, wasn't used to people who didn't help him due to fear or duty or lies, wasn't used to people who still wanted to help him after they knew what he was really like.) "So, thanksâ"
Mabel flung her arms around him. Her voice thick, she said, "I think your manners are getting better."
"Shut up, I've always known how to say thanks." It was gratitude that was new.
"Be safe out there," Mabel said. "Don't die, or else. Remember to eat. And drink water! And do laundry sometimes."
"All right, all right. You'll find me in better health than you left me. All the sunshine and fresh air this body can take."
"I'll miss you."
Keep it together, Cipher. He swallowed hard. "Have you ever heard the song 'We'll Meet Again'?"
"Uh-uh?"
"Old war song. Look it up once you're in Portland, when you aren't busy having synthesizers pumped in your ears."
"Is it about... how we'll meet again?"
"Yes, smartypants. Look it up anyway,"Â Bill said. "I'll miss you too."
Mabel washed her face, left the restroom, and shut the door behind her; and Bill waited in the dark while everyone left.
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7:45 a.m.
A woman with two children opened the unisex restroom door, and gasped in shock when she saw a human silhouette lurking in the dark, one eye shining.
"Hey, thanks, lady! Couldn't get the door for some reason." He breezed past her. "Careful, it sticks from the inside."
He grabbed an empty backpack for sale, and loaded it up with supplies, food, and drinks. (The good stuff, not the weak cider he got in the Mystery Shack. He was making margaritas tonight.) He headed up to the cash register... veered to a currently-unmanned register, stole a handful of loose change out of a tip jar, and timed his exit so he walked out just as a man walked in and kindly held the door for him.
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7:55 a.m.
It was a fair walk from Triple Digit back to the cliffs around Gravity Falls. When Bill was a safe distance into the woods, he unzipped his first backpack, retrieved his flattened top hat, and popped it out; and then continued on, behatted and using his umbrella like a cane.
Even with no sleep, even just a couple of days after the worst hiking trip in history, even tired and sore from an hour of frenzied dancing, even carrying two full backpacks with one strap slung over each shoulder, even with the sky gloomy and overcastâthis was the best he'd felt since Weirdmageddon.
His steps were sure, his body was unchained, and the future had opened up for him again.
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8:00 a.m.
Mabel kept glancing out the window, back in the direction of Gravity Falls, waiting and waiting to see the light of some kind of killer laser cut through the sky.
Maybe the Quantum Destabilizer's beam just wasn't visible from this far. Maybe they'd decided to wait to execute Bill. Maybe they hadn't wasted their shot because they'd already discovered Bill and Mabel's ruse. Maybe the "enchantment" Bill had written hadn't done its job.
But if they had discovered Bill was missing, they would've called Mabel immediately, trying to find out what she'd done and where he'd gone.
Her phone sat hard and heavy and silent in her pocket.
The butterflies in her stomach didn't stop fluttering until long after they reached Portland.
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10:30 a.m.
Plus or minus a few trees, the rendezvous point at the base of the cliff was just how Bill had remembered last seeing it millennia ago. The Trilazzx Betan proximity sensor that had been embedded in the cliff face since the ship crash was still there and still sensing, even after millions of years and a layer of stone had closed around it. He could see it behind the face of the cliff; and it could see him.
He took out the multi-tool pocket knife Dipper had "donated" to Bill's supplies, flipped out the blade, and carved his face in a tree far enough from the rendezvous point to avoid notice by anyone who found this spot, but near enough it could see anyone who showed up. He made it as accurate as he couldâhat, bow, limbs, eyelashes. That would unfortunately make it easier for humans to identify the face if anyone happened to walk by, but his ability to connect to his other eyes was still weak, he needed as much of a boost as he could get. He licked the bark, leaving his saliva to connect the eye on the tree to him.
And then he returned to the rendezvous point at the base of the cliff, and, beneath the watchful eye of the proximity sensor, began digging in the dirt with his hands.
Beneath the soil, fortunately not buried too deep, was a stone shaped like a small tombstone with several symbols carved into its surface that superficially resembled common runes. Bill brushed the dirt off of his leggings and rubbed it out of the carved lines in the stone. It was lucky that today was overcast; it would make this thing a lot easier to control.
Bill took out the flashlight, removed the height-altering crystal, turned it on, and aimed the beam at the topmost rune.
The runes began glowing an eerie green.
The ground shuddered; and then a patch of ground five feet in diameter lifted up into the air, carrying Bill with it, tearing the grass at the edge of the circle, propelled by a long-forgotten enchanted stone platform concealed in the clump of dirt.
He rose to the gouge that the spaceship had carved into the mountain; and then he moved his flashlight's beam to another rune. The platform smoothly shifted to moving sideways, gliding beneath the ancient overhang. When he turned off the flashlight, the stone stopped glowing and gently settled to the ground. Bill stepped off, fished a spare shirt out of his backpack, and pulled it over the rune-covered stone so it couldn't take off if the sun came out. There was a reason this buried stone was the only platform of its kind left in the area outside of the deep mountain caverns: leave one outside on a sunny day where the light can hit its runes, and next thing you know it's zoomed out over the Pacific and is quickly rising toward space.
He surveyed the area. Every once in a while humans climbed up here just for the challenge of it, delightful little explorers they were; but he doubted anyone had been up here in decades. He stood in front of what was, to all appearances, a completely nondescript patch of stony ground; and he said, in heavily accented but intelligible Trilazzx Betan, "Let me in, you hunk of junk. Activate emergency crash protocols."
A fragment of ship deep beneath the ground stirred awake, registered the command, analyzed itself and concluded from the fact that it wasn't in space and was separated from 99% of the rest of itself that it had indeed crashed, and activated emergency crash protocols. In acknowledgment of the dire situation, it deactivated its usual authorized personnel listâthere was no sense in waiting for the captain to approve new orders if the captain might be deadâaccepted the command given by the unknown being above it, and opened its hatch.
Millions of years of solid stone groaned and buckled in protest at being moved; but Trilazzx Betan engineering was strong enough for the framework of a portal capable of ripping a hole between dimensions without being ripped apart itself. The stone yielded first. A hatch swung up, revealing a tilted chamber descending into the cliff.
Bill strolled confidently down the walkway. "Cancel distress signal. Disable life support's air filtering." The fragment of a ship beeped a warning, and Bill responded, "I'm aware of this planet's high oxygen content. You worry about your health, I'll worry about mine. Disable air filtering." The ship beeped a confirmation. "Reconnect to all external proximity sensors in range and display on screens one, two, and three." This broken part of the ship had once handled communications. It had a whole wall of screens. He wondered whether he could jury rig this thing to pick up human satellite TV. Nah, probably not worth the effort.
He slung off his backpacks and started unpacking.
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12:04 p.m.
It was time.
Dipper sat on the floor and put his head in his hands. He felt sick.
He was dead. In just a few seconds Ford would discover that Bill was goneâDipper was sure he was gone, they hadn't heard a peep from the room, Mabel must've snuck him out or left him some escape routeâand then Ford would know that someone had warned Bill and Mabel, and then Dipper was deadâ
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah." Dipper waved Ford off. "Just... didn't get much sleep. Little dizzy." Ford would never trust him again. Stan would be furious. They'd both be furious.
"You can go downstairs if you..."
"No no, I'm fine, I..." Dipper took a deep breath and lifted his head. "I'll face it." Better to get it over with now than to hide downstairs and wait for it.Â
Stan nodded. "Good man." He wouldn't be so proud of Dipper in a moment.
Ford nodded, stood, opened the doorâand Dipper buried his face in his hands again.
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12:06 p.m.
Ford could see Bill up in the loft, hood up and shoulders hunched, back to the room. Ford could shoot Bill in the back without him ever waking up.
He climbed into the loft. Bill lay curled up in a ball, a small as Ford had ever seen him.
But it only took a moment for Ford's eyes to adjust to the dark; and even in the dim light through the stained glass window, he could tell:
The shape in front of him wasn't human. Just lumpy clothes.
Ford whipped around, heart pounding, clutching the Quantum Destabilizer's carrying case against his chest, searching for the real Bill lurking somewhere in the shadows. No sign of him. Ford had already looked on the floor level. Was he gone? How?
He was too dumbfounded to be outraged. He walked up to the dummy to pull it apartâ
And saw the paper, folded in quarters, floating in the air above it. Four symbols in a cipher were written atop the paper. Ford recognized them: it was the alien alphabet of an interdimensional pidgin used as a written lingua franca throughout the Nightmare Realm and its bordering regions; it was so widespread that Ford had learned the alphabet before he ever left Earth.
The four letters read, "F O R D".
Ford plucked the paper out of the air and unfolded it.
Stanfordâ
I'll cut to the chase. I need your help. I don't want to die.
I'm banking on the hope that, in spite of everything you've said and done, part of you also doesn't want me to die.
You have a choice. You can walk out there, tell them I escaped, rally an angry mob, and comb everything under the weirdness barrier for me. This town's not that big and I'll need to eat eventually. We both know I can't hide forever.
Or you can tell them you finished the job. No one looks for me. No one knows but you and me.
I don't have rewards or deals to offer. You already know what I bring to the table. If that hasn't persuaded you to side with me by now, it never will. I'm not bargaining. I'm begging.
I'm asking you, as my friend, to help me survive.
Please.
¡ â¡-â -â
Of course.
How dare he.
Had Bill planned this all along? Was this why he'd insisted he wanted to be Ford's friend? Was this why he'd saved his life? Maybe the entire rescue had been stagedâthe rescue, the performance of fear over a harmless phenomenon, the mental breakdown, all of it. For all Ford knew, maybe the accursed Axolotl was in on the scheme! How clairvoyant was Bill? Had he seen this moment coming?
But if he'd seen this moment coming, wouldn't it have been easier to just let Ford, his executioner-to-be, die? Ford and Dipper both, so Dipper wouldn't figure out how to synthesize NowUSeeitNowUDontium? If he'd saved them in spite of that, didn't that make it a sincere gesture?
But implication was clear: I've been a friend to you, now be one to me. A life for a life. There was nothing sincere in that. It was pure self interest.
(For just a couple of days, Ford really had thought it was sincere.)
But if the only reason Bill had saved Ford was to save himselfâthen why had Bill endangered his own life in the process?
With every thought Ford's paranoia pendulumed.
He should get Stan. Call the cops, confess who they'd been harboring for the past month, tell them everything, get a manhunt going before Bill could make it any further away. Even if he couldn't leave the weirdness barrier, there were probably hundreds of hidden hidey-holes Bill could dig himself into that humans had never seenâunexplored hallways in Crash Site Omega, uncharted caverns behind Trembley Falls where Bill didn't even need light to see. They could drag him back into the light, tie him up, aim the Quantum Destabilizer straight at him...
But. In spite of himself, he could still see Mabel's drawing hopefully reassigning Bill the role of a superhero. He could still see the crumpled drawing in his pocketâ"I BELIEVE IN YOU. YOU CAN CHANGE!" He could still see Dipper tentatively asking whether they might need Bill someday. He could still see Bill playing teacher in the living room. And for a moment, for just a moment, Bill had been so good. He could be so good.
Why couldn't you have been this person?
Why can't you be this person?
What if he could be better? What if he could be decent? What if he could be a friend?
Ford didn't believe Bill was any better today than he had been the day he died. Butâat some point, something had slowly turned over in Ford's mind. He believed that Bill could change. Not would change, not is changing, but could. And if Ford started a manhunt, Bill would never be a threat againâbut he'd also never be better.
There was a point where the doubt and hope built up to a critical massâwhen they became enough, just enough, to stay the trigger finger. Because once Ford fired on Bill, that was it. All chances were gone forever. It was over. If Bill was alive they could always try again to kill him later; but if Bill was dead, they could never try again to better him.
And for the first time in thirty years, Ford wanted Bill to be better more than he wanted Bill to be dead.
Ford looked at the dummy. Looked at the note.
And then he lay the note on the dummy, knelt by the edge of the loft, opened his case, and removed the Quantum Destabilizer.
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12:09 p.m.
Ten minutes ago, Bill had been in the process of emptying out his backpacks and finding nooks and cubbies amongst the alien communication workstations where he could tuck his supplies, when he'd glanced out the open hatch and noticed the beforeimage of the shot lighting up the sky.
He'd come out of his shelter to watch the moment approach; but he hadn't quite believed it until it was in the present and actually happening. The blue-white beam of the Quantum Destabilizerâits one and only shotâscreamed off into the sky.
"Well, what do you know," he murmured, standing at the edge of the cliff, hands on his hips, staring out in wonder over the town. "I really didn't think you'd do it."
Ford had saved his life.
Bill crossed his arms tight and tried to convince himself he didn't wonder why.
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12:10 p.m.
Ford heard Dipper and Stan come into the bedroom and climb the ladder. He was seized by an urge to sweep away the ashes and the evidence of his trick before they could realize what he'd done.
"Grunkle Ford...?"
He forced himself to speak. "It's done."
"So... Bill is...?"
Ford suddenly realized: Dipper knew Bill wasn't in here. He must have warned Mabel, and Mabel had arranged for Bill to be alone in their room long enough to escape.
Which meant Dipper knew Bill was alive.
(Bill had written, "No one knows but you and me." Bill was covering for the kids.)
Ford turned to look him in the eyes. "Yes, he's dead."
Which meant Dipper knew what Ford had doneâand knew Ford knew what he had done.
Neither one of them needed to say anything else to know what the other was thinking. They just shared a lookâthe two most miserable co-conspirators in Gravity Falls.
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12:25 p.m.
Bill sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff and watched until the afterimage of the Quantum Destabilizer's shot had faded from the sky; and then he went inside his shelter, mixed the world's lamest margarita in a coffee mug, took it outside, sat again, and toasted toward the town and the Mystery Shack.
Here's to survival.
He sat outside until the gash the Quantum Destabilizer had cut in the clouds closed and it began to rain.
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1:10 p.m.
Stan had come and gone a few minutes ago, and already Ford had forgotten everything he'd said, if he'd even registered it in the first place.
His fingers had itched until he'd finally had a moment to steal down to his study, retrieve Journal 5, and bring it up to the guest room; and now for over half an hour he'd been feverishly writing down every single thing he could remember learning about Bill over the last two days. The drawing of his homeworld. His lecture on biangles and psychic powers. How polygons inherited their sides. (Their royalty sounded nigh on Habsburgian; had their political system ever changed?) What little details Bill had let slip about where Edward Bishop Bishop's book was wrong. (Had he told Mabel more about their relationship? He'd have to ask when she was home.) How Bill signed his letter: "¡ -¡-- --", Morse code for "EYM," was it an acronym, was it a code, what did it mean, why did he write it in two colors? How Bill spelled Mabel's name in alien alphabets: Mabelle, Maybell, the varying extra letters. How Bill danced: how he struggled to cross his ankles, how he turned out his feet, how his spine and shoulders never bent, how the complex ways he tilted his legs and pelvis compensated for his stiff spine.
If Bill was sticking around a while longer, then these details still mattered.
He refused to forget a thing.
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Sunday, 12:02 a.m.
As "We'll Meet Again" finished playing, Mabel turned off her phone, put it back on her nightstand, and wiped her eyes again. Big stupid dork couldn't even say this himself, he had to hide it behind a song.Â
Yes. They would meet again. Law of attraction. Believing it was the first step to making it come true.
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10:20 a.m.
The fearful butterflies in Mabel's stomach had slowly returned during the drive home from Portland. No one had texted herâwas that a good sign?âbut she was afraid it just meant they'd decided to let her enjoy the rest of her trip before letting her know she was grounded forever for helping Bill escape. When they'd all greeted her at the door, looking so somber, and she was sure she was about to get the bad news, she'd just had to keep acting normal and hope she wasn't gonna get in more trouble for playing dumb.
The last thing she expected Stan to say was, "Weshotim."
"Say wha?"
"We got thatâspace gun of Ford's working. We shot him. He's... I'm sorry, sweetie."
Mabel stared at Stan. That was impossibleâthere was no way they'd found Bill. Butâif Stan believed he was dead...
She dragged her gaze from his face to Dipper's. Dipper bit his lips, staring at his feet. He wouldn't meet her eyesâtoo afraid that even looking at her would give something away.
She looked from Dipper to Ford. "Grunkle Ford?" She tried not to hope. "Is it true?"
There was no way he'd believed the dummy was real. The moment she'd read Bill's so-called "enchantment," she'd known making it believable was never the point. Bill's only real plan had always been to get Ford on their side.
For a long moment, Ford said nothing. He dragged his eyes up to meet her stare, took a deep breath, and nodded. "He's dead."
Mabel's eyes widened. Two days ago, Ford had been the one arguing that killing Bill was their only choice. If he'd changed his mind...
If anyone said anything else, she didn't register it in her excitement. She backed out of the doorway, leaped off the porch, and ran around the shack, looking for her bike.Â
She had to see Bill immediately.
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10:21 a.m.
Quietly, Dipper asked, "Did we do the right thing?"
Ford didn't know. His stomach had been twisting with guilt and doubt since yesterday. His conscience had kept him up half the night. "I hope so."
He feared they'd have second-guessed themselves no matter what.
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2:30 p.m.
Bill was asleep. He'd been sleeping off and on for most of the past day. This was the first time since he'd died that he had somewhere safe to sleepâsomewhere nobody could touch his vulnerable body, nobody could move him, drown him, kill him.
And this was the first time he hadn't been helpless and sightless.
In his sleep, he saw his own body, curled up on the tilted floor against a wall, on top of the sleeping bag and under the Pony Heist bedsheet, from an eye he'd drawn on the ceiling.
From another eye he'd drawn on the wall, he saw the ship's open hatch, the overhang above, a small sliver of the gray drizzly sky over Gravity Falls.
And from his eye on the tree, blurry and fading as the rain washed away his saliva, he saw a human-shaped mass of raucous colors exploring the pit in the ground left behind by his hovering platform.
A human? He sat up with a gasp and looked at the screen displaying the proximity sensors. Sure enough, the sensor at the base of the cliff was displaying a Mabel-shaped silhouette.
He grabbed his flashlight and climbed out of his shelter.
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"Kid, what are you doing out out here?!"
Mabel looked up. Bill was some twenty feet above her and quickly descending on what looked like a chunk of flying dirt the same size as the pit in the ground she'd been inspecting. "Bill!"Â She leaned her bike against the cliff face. Finallyâshe'd been wandering around in the trees forever trying to figure out where Bill's rendezvous point was hidden.
"It's pouring rain," Bill scolded. "You could lose your immune system orâor slip in the mud or something."
"Wow, nice to see you too, mom." Mabel ran up as Bill landed his floating chunk of ground.
"Hey, I don't want anything happening to my favorite human!" He scooted over to make room for her on the platform. "Just couldn't wait for a sunny day to meet again, huh?"
"Psh, come on! Like you meant that literally." Near Bill, the rain had mysteriously stopped landing on Mabel. She looked up and saw the rain simply parting in the air over Bill's head.
He noticed her glance and said, "Did I ever teach you the spell to repel rain? Remind me to do that before you go."Â He pointed his flashlight's beam at a rune on a stone rising from the platform, and it lifted off again. "Nice sweater today." He poked one parrot-winged sleeve, its bright colors darkened by the soaking rain. "It probably looked better dry."
Mabel smacked away his hand. "Bill, guess what! Grunkle Ford decided to protect you!"
"I know, I saw the wasted shot from here." He steered the platform onto the cliff. He landed it next to a hatch that opened into a subterranean tunnel. "Of course, I always knew he would. Didn't I say we'd pull this off?"
Sure he'd known. That was why he'd lied about what the "enchanted" paper really was so Mabel wouldn't worry.
Mabel followed him down into the metal tunnel. "Do you know what this means? You can come back to the shack!"
Bill turned to stare at her in bewilderment. "Why would I want to do that?"
"Because... it's safe now? They're not gonna kill you?" Mabel squinted. "Why's it so dark in here?"
"Oh, right. You need this." Bill offered the flashlight.
Mabel turned it on. They were in a metal chamber, about half the size of the Mystery Shack's floor room and nowhere near as tall. One end of it had been torn off and dirt and stone served as the new wall. Most of the walls were dominated by heavy metal consoles, curved metal chairs, and screens, a few of which were on but flickered irritatingly. One chair still had a fossilized alien skeleton in it. Bill had put his top hat on it.
His supplies were piled haphazardly on consoles and the floor; all Mabel saw in his food pile was shelf-stable junk food and drinks. The air somehow felt more damp in here than it did outside with the rain. The chairs didn't have cushions, the floor didn't have carpet; everything was hard and cold and dark. She didn't even see a door for a bathroom in here. This was where Bill was staying?
"The Mystery Shack is safe for now," Bill said. "Just wait until Stanley decides to take another swing at me, or Dolores poisons my dinner againâor Ford changes his mind, dunks me in the bathtub, and doesn't let me back out."
"They wouldn't..." Mabel trailed off. She tried to imagine how mad Stan would be when he found out Bill was alive, and had to concede he might.
"Even if it was safeâwhy would I go back to that sorry makeshift prison?" Bill hopped up into one of the tilted alien chairs. There was a weird extended bit designed for alien anatomy that curved up at the end of the seat and forced Bill to straddle the chair rather than sit in it normally; it didn't look comfortable. "After almost a month and a half, I'm finally free!"
"Free inside a tiny bubble around the town," Mabel protested. "To live in a... weird little metal dirt room."
"Freely moving inside the entire barrier is a lot better than freely moving through half a shack! Surrounded by people who want me dead! I don't even get full privacy when I'm using the toiletâthat's the bare minimum humans offer as basic respect! You don't know how many times I've been walked in on!"
"Do you even have a toilet here?"
Bill hesitated. "There's aâthere are gas stations within walking distance."
"How are you gonna get into the restroom?"
"Fine, I'll dig a pit or something, all right? The point is, whatever I do, at least I can do it in freedom!"
He hadn't planned this through at all, Mabel realized. He'd only thought as far ahead as finding food and shelter that would last him the next couple of days. "But..." She gestured at the pathetic room around them. "The shack's got a proper roof and a shower and real foodâwouldn't that be better than this?"
Bill scoffed "Only humans care about roofs and showers, and the idea of 'real' food is a social construct I reject!"
He'd be miserable here. Mabel couldn't let Bill do this to himself. "Then don't you wanna be in the shack with your only friend on Earth?" She gave him a pleading look. "Would you really rather spend the rest of summer in some dumb old busted alien ship?"
There was a flash of light reflected in the dark as Bill's eyes turned away from Mabel.
"Bill?"
He didn't respond. He trudged past her, halfway up the walkway out of the ship, and stopped there, his back to Mabel, hands on his hips, staring out into the rain. He sighed. "Kid, you're trying to give me Stockholm syndrome."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means I'll think about it," Bill said, voice flat. "Go back to the shack."
Before Mabel could move, Bill said, "Hold on. Let me teach you that umbrella spell first." He turned and descended back into the ship. "And when's the last time you ate? Human bodies act pathetic if they don't get glucose every three hours. Get some lunch, it's a long bike back to the shack." He gestured at his meager food supplies.
She rummaged through the foil bags and colorful boxes and grabbed some Chipackers and sour gummy dolphins.
Bill sat near her, grabbed a bag of jerky for himself, and said, "And tell me about that concert you abandoned me to my doom for."
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4:00 p.m.
Bill escorted Mabel down off the cliffâand, at her request, let her borrow the flashlight and wiggle the floating platform back and forth a little as they descended. He took back the flashlight when she nearly crashed the platform and killed them both.
"Where'd this come from?" Mabel asked, poking the stone. "Did the aliens make this, too?"
"Nope! This is good old local Earth magic. Ever hear of Caterpillar Man?"
"Is that some kind of superhero?"
"Afraid not. Wellâever hear of Grendel?"
"Uh-uh."
They were nearly at the ground now. "I think I'll tell you next time."
As the platform lifted him back up, Bill watched Mabel wheel her bike through the trees, slowly heading toward the main road back into town.
For a midsummer day, it was chilly in the rain.
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Monday, 1:03 a.m.
And it was even chillier in the post-midnight dark when he knocked on the Mystery Shack's door.
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(Eager to hear what y'all think now that you've seen the full story of how Bill survivedâlast week once Dipper and Mabel's roles were revealed, I think most folks thought that fully explained how Bill faked his death. ;) Next week is probably a double length chapter, because there's no graceful way to break it in half and also it'd be nice to get this plot arc wrapped up before The Book of Bill comes out lmao.)
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WIRED AUTOCOMPLETE. | TOM BLYTH
PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
SUMMARY. in which you and tom make a special appearance on wiredâs autocomplete interview
installment of this au | recommend reading for more context
âHi â weâre Y/N Avocot and Tom Blyth â and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview!â
Youâre both handed a white board, bigger than your face, and thereâs a list of questions with some of the words covered.
âDo you want to go first?â Tom asks, giving you a small smile.
âYes! Iâm pretty excited actually,â you begin to peel off the first question. âOkay, first question: what was Y/N Avocotâs first role?â
You think for a moment, âwell in terms of roles in general, my first acting role was very small and I believe it was for this ice cream commercial as a kid. Iâm not sure if itâs still up but my mom had signed me up for it and they thought I was a really cute kid so they casted me.â
Tom laughs, âreally?â He then retrieves his board from the crew. âOkay my turn. Why does Coriolanus Snow turn evil?â
That question makes you slightly giggle, because itâs so broad that itâs nearly impossible for Tom to narrow down exactly what it is that made Coriolanus suddenly switch. âI believe you should be asking Suzanne Collins, shout-out to her for making the entire trilogy and prequel. But honestly? I think he was always power hungry, and even though Tigris tried her very best to bring out the humanity in him, it was just never enough. Especially after Sejanusâs death, I think Coriolanus realized there was no going back.â
âOh wow,â you say, very impressed with how he decided to answer it. âThat was a terrific answer Tom.â
âThank you mâlady.â You giggle at his antics, rolling your eyes jokingly.
âWhat role does Y/N Avocot play in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes?â You clear your throat, imitating one of your characterâs iconic resting bitch face.
âI play Balleona Laurent, duh.â You joke. âAnyway, yes, I play Balleona, also known as Leona. Sheâs originally from the Capitol just like Coriolanus. They met at the academy and she automatically knew she had to have him. She comes from the Laurent family, which is a very very wealthy, well off, intimidating family that Coriolanus knows he just has to get into, which is why they start dating. I donât wanna spoil too much of Leona and Corio in the movie, soooo you guys should definitely check it out!â
âAlright,â Tom adjusts himself in his seat, ripping off the paper for the next question. âDoes Tom Blyth have a girlfriend?â
He pretends to think, which makes you bite your lip, suppressing a laugh. âHmm, very complex question.â
âOh give the people what they want!â You tease, âyes he does. Heâs inlove with Jennifer Lawrence.â
âI am not inlove with Jennifer Lawrence!â He exclaims quickly, âalthough I greatly admire her work. My girlfriend is Y/N Avocot over here, sadly.â
âSadly?!â You fake offense, âcut the cameras. Iâm gonna beat Tom up.â
You peel away at your next question, the interview already being loads of fun for the both of you. âIs Y/N Avocot a good singer?â
Your head falls forward, and Tomâs automatic instinct is to catch you, not realizing youâre only joking. âOh God, I hope so!â You say, laughing as you pick your head up. âIâm no Mariah Carey but I like to think Iâm a pretty okay singer.â
âMore than okay,â Tom chimes in, which makes you laugh.
âAw, thanks Tom.â
Tom reaches to peel another question off. âIs Tom Blyth American?â This question makes you almost spit out the water you were currently taking a sip out of. âWell, a lot of people get shocked when I say Iâm from the UK. I mean, is my American accent that good?â
âGuess so,â you shrug. âOkay next. Is Y/N Avocot in The Summer I Turned Pretty?â
You clasp your hands together excitedly, giving the camera a wide smile. âYes! I play Maekella Fisher, also known as Ella Fisher, Steven Conklinâs love interest and sister to Conrad and Jeremiah. The first season airs out soon so please stay tune for that! Iâm so excited to be apart of this amazing show with such amazing people.â
âI always come to watch her on set,â Tom says, âtheyâre all such funny and charismatic people. I swear Iâve became friends with everyone on Y/Nâs cast.â
âOkay, my last question,â Tom peels off the paper, grinning. âWill Tom Blyth star in another movie soon?â
He smirks, eyes playfully looking into the camera. âWho knows? But I do know that something exciting will be coming out soon so prepare yourselves!â
âWay to tease the crowd Blyth,â you say, rolling your eyes. âAnyway! My last question, this was quick. What is Y/N Avocotâs skincare routine? Oh, Iâve been waiting for this one.â
You sit on the edge of your seat, and Tom finds it endearing that youâre so excited about something as small as this.
âFirst, I rinse my face with cold water and I dip my face in a bowl of ice and water for 3 minutes. Afterwards, I put on my dewy toner from Innisfree, itâs so smooth and nice. Sometimes Iâm too lazy for this step but I also put on sunscreen, itâs important so I always remind myself to not forgetâ but I love to use Supergoop Unseenâs Sunscreen. I use drunk elephantâs bronze drops if I wanna go for a sunkissed look that day, but I usually donât. And then I just shake my Tower facial spray and spray it all over my face. Usually, I touch up my eyebrows and do my eyeliner but thatâs really about it!â
âItâs true,â Tom adds. âShe asked me if I could go buy her the tower spray yesterday because she was almost out.â
âNo need to expose me like that,â you say, clinging your arms onto his. âWell thank you guys for watching!â
âThank you!â Tom and you wave at the camera, smiling brightly.
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When they have a crush
Pairing: ot7 BTS Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: headcanon, fluff
Request: types of dumb or random things bts members will do while they are crushing on someone and wants their attention?
Warnings: mentions of food at jin's
A/n: I feel like I'm getting better at making the layout of these posts :)
Jin
âThis man ain't even trying to bring out his boyfriend material
âHe's going for the husband material
âCooks for you quite a lot
âAlways bringing you some lunch or just a few baked goodies (and never allowing the boys to eat it beforehand)
âRuns errands with you because he "has nothing better to do" when in reality he's just desperate to be with you for a while
âHe even has "cleaning dates" with youđ
âI see him to be a huge fan of domesticity ngl
âSo if there's anything he can do to bring out this side in your relationship, even if you're only on the friendship stage yet, you can bet that's what he's gonna do
âAnd he 100% expects your friends to make the "you seem like an old married couple" jokes because !!
âThat's precisely his goal!!
âOnce he gets to know your family, he even wants your family to be expecting the day you'll both start to date
âJin is just the definition of husband material and he knows it, that's how he tries to make you look at him
Suga
âStick to the end and hear me out
âJokes
âI know how that sounds but I promise you it makes senseđ
âYoongi is the typa guy to be effortlessly (and questionably) funny
âLike that one time the staff said "whoever has the ball wins" and he replied with "then we are all winners"
âHowever !
âHe keeps on doing those jokes like he'd always do
âBut now he unconsciously looks at your direction
âWould you laugh? Would you find it weird? Did you even pay attention?
âIf, after developing this crush of him, he notices that you actually laugh at his jokes
âYou can be sure he'll do them a lot
âBut it's so subtle you don't even notice he's doing it to make you laugh/have your attention
âHowever, he does pay attention to you quite a lot so he can always be the first one to notice your smile growing
J-hope
âEndless excuses to see you
âHe will purposely "forget" his things at your place just so he can go back there (and forget some more things)
âIt's an infinite cycle
âSometimes he will accidentally leave his sweatshirts with you
âAnd then he'll be like "could you give it back to me? We can go to that restaurant I was telling you about and then you can give it to me"
âBut then he will tell you that the night is cold so it's okay if you want to wear his sweatshirt while you're both out
âAnd then he also forgets to take it back
âWow who would ever imagine this could happen
âSo now you both need to see each other again because he really wants that sweatshirt
âBro is still trying to grow the courage to properly ask you out
âSo even if you do catch up on his small antics, please engage on it
âHe just needs a little bit of impulse đ
Namjoon
âWhenever he wants your attention, he starts to talk
âAnd with that I mean he TALKS
âWon't shut up for a second
âAnd he won't even make sense, bro is talking about the dumbest and more random things you could ever imagine
â "I wouldn't want to live in mars, it sounds depressing. Neptune sounds cool though, don't you think?"
âLike?? How do you want me to answer to that hunđ
âBut it's kinda sweet because he becomes a professional yapper to gain your attention, but once he gets it he let's you do all the talking
âHe didn't really want to talk, he just wanted you to be there with him
âSo you can talk all you want, he will pay attention to every single word with a little smile on his face
Jimin
âDeadass stares at you
âNot in a creepy way tho, just in a "please look at me I really want your attention right now"
âAnd will keep on staring at you until you give in
âHeavy on physical touch as well
âAt this stage of your relationship, everything is friendly of course
âBecause he is scared of letting you know he's in love with youđ even if that's pretty much the whole point
âHowever
âHe still craves a lot of your touch
âHugs all the time, holds and plays with your hand, the same goes to your hair...
âSometimes you can't even go somewhere without him following you like a shadow
âTrust me, if he wants your attention he will find a way to have it
Taehyung
âHe will ask for it
âLike, literally
âI see him as a very straightforward person so he'll just be like "y/n pay attention to me"
âMultiple times, until you actually do stop whatever you were doing and look at him
âAnd his reaction will be like đ
âI see him doing this slightly more subtly when he's trying to get your attention from someone else
âIf he feels you're talking to Jin, for example, for a very long while now, he won't hesitate on sitting next to you
âAnd kinda throwing himself on top of you
âlmao scratch what I said, that's not subtle at all
âBut at least he doesn't say what he wants from you out loud ig
Jungkook
âYou think this man is competitive?
âThat's because you haven't seen him trying to impress you
âAre you watching the dance practice? You can bet that Jungkook is giving 3 times his all
âAre you watching the recording? Bro becomes Mariah Carey in two seconds
âThe boys' biggest fear is when they are playing basketball or something like that and you're watching it
âThey KNOW they are going to lose
âIt can be a 6Ă1, nothing is stopping him from impressing you like that
âBut if you're the one playing against him? He's probably gonna win the match no matter what, but he's going to be extremely soft at least!
âPlease do compliment him on how he was, he needs to know it was worth itđ
Masterlist | you'll probably like: when you're rejected by your crush
Thank you for reading <3
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Much Ado About Nothing (Act III, Scene I: The Fake Dating)
It doesnât occur to you how serious the situation has become until you're forced to sign your fake relationship on paper.
Part warning: none, this might be the slowest burn I have ever written Words: 2.4k A/n: The original plan was to update this series twice a week, but I overestimated myself, so I will be posting each Thursday around this time. I hope you understand <3
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Spencer wasnât sure how he would go through with this. The idea seemed simple enough on the surfaceâpretend to date, fool everyone, and finally find peace. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more complex it became, and the more complicated it was, the more crazy it seemed.
This was not what he had signed up for when he joined the BAU. Chasing criminals? Sure. Analyzing behavioral patterns? Absolutely. But pretending to date you to avoid the relentless meddling from his friends? Insane wasn't a strong enough word for it. It was ludicrous.
And even that word wasnât enough. It was downright preposterous. How had rational, analytical work turned into this bizarre social experiment? Yet, here he was, ready to play his part even when he couldnât ignore the absurdity of it all.
âWell, well, well.â Spencer looked up to see you walking from the opposite direction, both of you stopping right at the entrance of the bureauâs expansive building. âIf it isnât my new boyfriend.â
He narrowed his eyes. Why did you seem⌠so normal about this? Werenât you the one who hated his guts? Werenât you the one who avoided him every time you had the chance? Were you really that desperate to get the team off your back?
âWhat? Youâre not going to greet your girlfriend?â
He forced a smile, trying to hide his irritation. âGood morning,â he replied curtly, opening the door for you.
You walked past him, and Spencer tried not to stare at you, but it was impossible to ignore the way your hair shone under the morning sun or how your perfume subtly filled the air as you brushed by him. He cleared his throat and followed you inside, wondering how long he could keep up this act without losing his sanity.
âWe need some ground rules,â he muttered, nodding towards security as you both passed through the entrance.
You raised an eyebrow. âGround rules? You mean besides pretending to be madly in love?â
âWe are not in love. We just started dating,â Spencer said, pressing the elevator button. âSo no spontaneous public displays of affection. We donât want to overdo it.â
âWhatâs your definition of overdoing it?â
Spencer waited until the elevator doors slid shut, giving you a little privacy. "No touching. Especially no hand-holding," he stated firmly.
You scoffed. "Who on earth wouldn't want to hold their girlfriend's hand?"
He replied without missing a beat. "Do you know how many germs are transferred when you hold hands? An average of 3,000 bacteria from 150 different species, not to mention the potential viruses.â
âWow, remind me to never shake hands with you during flu season.â
He shrugged. âIâm just stating the facts.â
âOkay, germaphobe,â you deadpanned, leaning back against the elevator wall. âWhatâs acceptable then? A nod from across the room? Morse code blinking?â
He considered for a moment, then offered a compromise, âHow about an arm around your shoulder when weâre sitting? Or a quick side hug?â
âSide hug,â you echoed, mockingly horrified. âHow romantic. Our friends will believe weâre madly in love for sure.â
âWe are not in love.â
âSo youâve mentioned,â you replied dryly, standing straight again and turning toward him. âCan we at least try to look like a couple who actually like each other?â
That was the problem. You both didnât like each other. âFine,â he sighed. âWhat do you suggest?â
You paused, considering the best way to make this look believable. âHow about you hold onto my waist from behind as we walk? Itâs a common gesture, and it looks natural.â
Spencer blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. âHold your waist? As in, really close?â
âYes, Reid, thatâs generally where the waist is located.â
He frowned at you. âThat sounds a bit too⌠personal, donât you think?â
âIsnât that the whole point? To convince them weâre a couple?â
He hesitated, the image of his hands on your waist flashing through his mind. He suddenly imagined the warmth of your body against his, the subtle, pleasant scent of your perfume enveloping him. He could almost feel the way youâd be tucked right to his side, your height fitting perfectly against him, your head nestled just below his chin.
His heart unexpectedly started to race. The idea of holding you that close, feeling the rise and fall of your breath, the slight brush of your hair against his cheekâit was almost too intimate, too real. And he didnât want to acknowledge that. He wasnât sure if he could trust himself to play the role convincingly without his emotions betraying him.
âReid?â
Spencer snapped out of his thoughts, realizing he had been silent for too long. You were watching him impatiently.
âYou know what? Do whatever you want.â You turned away, facing the elevator door, clearly frustrated by his hesitation. âJust stand there like a statue for all I care.â
His eyes slowly fell to your waist, considering his options... Maybe it wasnât that bad. The idea of his hand resting there, guiding you, didnât seem as unbearable as he initially imagined. The gesture seemed innocent enough. Not too much, not too little. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything, apparently. Because it happened all at once.
One, he reached his hand toward you.
Two, the elevator door swung open.
And three, as you started to move forward, his hand managed to slip before it landed onto your ass.
You shrieked at the top of your lungs.
"Reid!"Â
Spencer's face turned red as he quickly retrieved his hand, stammering, "I-I'm sorry! That wasn'tâ"
But he wasnât fast enough, because standing on the other side of the elevator door was Derek, witnessing the whole thing. His eyebrows shot up, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"What do we have here?â Derek drawled, crossing his arms. "Spencer Reid, getting a little too friendly?"
Spencer's mortification deepened as he tried to explain, "It's not what it looks like, I swear!"
Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, pretty boy. Whatever you say." He stepped to the side. âWell, arenât you two lovebirds going to get to work?â
Trying to recover from the embarrassment, Spencer nodded quickly, his face still burning. He guided you out of the elevator with a brief, cautious touch on your back that stayed strictly in the safe zone.
You both hurried toward the glass doors, leaving Derek laughing behind you. You slightly leaned closer to him. âI could sue you for sexual harassment, you know.â
âIt was an accident! You moved too quickly.â
âSure, blame it on me,â you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you pushed through the glass doors ahead of him.
Spencer quickened his pace to keep up, matching your brisk walk. âI am blaming it on you. This wouldnât have happened if you hadnât suddenly decided to move forward.â
âRight, because clearly, I should have anticipated your clumsiness.â
He shot you a sideways glance. âMy clumsiness? Youâre the one whoââ
âThere you are!â
You both turned to see JJ walking toward you, a knowing smile playing on her lips. âHotch is looking for you.â
You started to walk away. âSure, Iâll go see himââ
JJ shook her head, her smile widening. âNo, you donât understand. Heâs looking for you,â she pointed a finger at Spencer, then swung it back to you, âAnd you. Both of you, together.â
Spencer raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. âBoth of us? Why?"
âSomething about filling in paperwork?â
He frowned, but as the implication of Hotch calling you both at the same time for paperwork sank in, he snapped his head toward you, his eyes wide with realization. You turned toward him at the same moment, and the gravity of your seemingly innocent lie spiraled down on him, making the whole situation feel alarmingly real.Â
The weight of it pressed on Spencerâs chest. How could he possibly forget about the most important thing in all of this? He had an eidetic memory, he was good at recalling even the smallest details, but how could he not remember the need to officially disclose workplace relationships?
The reality of potentially signing official documents to confirm this fake relationship made his palms sweat.
âThis is stupid,â you whispered when JJ finally left the two of you. âMaybe we should think this through.â
Spencer looked down at you. You were right, this was stupid. It was getting out of hand. But as he noticed the way you stared up at him, with your wide, doe-like eyes sparkling under the light, something shifted. This whole lie had started as a means to an end, a way to fend off the relentless teasing. But now, standing there with you, it felt like more than just a plan. Maybe it was the thrill of the unknown, or the strange comfort of the lie. Maybe it wasnât just about fooling the team.
Maybe he was starting to fool himself too.
Spencer took a deep breath. âNo,â he said softly, more to himself than to you. âWe started this, we should go through with it.â
Before you could respond, he placed his hand on your lower back, feeling the warmth of your body through the thin fabric of your blouse before his palm slid over to your waist. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden gesture, but you didn't pull away.
What have you done?
You couldnât believe you had actually signed the papers. The weight of the pen felt so heavy in your hand, the ink seeming to dry slower than usual as you scrawled your name on the dotted line. This was supposed to be a simple, harmless plan, but now it was documented. Official.
How did it come to this?
You watched as Spencer took the pen from you, his hand brushing yours momentarily. He glanced at you before turning his attention back to the document. The hesitation was brief, but you saw itâthe flicker of doubt before he pressed the pen on to the paper and signed his name next to yours.
What the hell are we doing?
âAlright,â Hotch said, taking the papers and giving you both a nod. âThis is a bit formal, but itâs necessary under bureau policy. If there are any changes in your relationship status, you should report immediately.â
You nodded, barely hearing his words over the pounding of your heart.
âAgain, congratulations.â
Your stomach churned. You were going to be sick.
âThank you,â Spencer responded. Hotch then dismissed you both, and as you turned to leave, Spencer's hand gently touched your back. You were the one who urged him to act his part, but it felt too intimate, too real at that moment. You quickly increased your pace, putting some distance between you as you walked down into the bullpen.
Penelope was sitting on your chair, chatting animatedly with the rest of the team in the open space. She looked up when you both arrived. âWell, look whoâs back!â Penelope called out. âHow did it go?"
You weren't surprised everyone understood what being called in, together at that, by Hotch implied.
âIt went⌠as expected,â you replied, forcing a smile. Spencer stood a bit awkwardly beside you, his usual composure slightly ruffled.
"This is amazing,â Penelope sighed. "Oh! you know what we should do?"
You eyed her warily. "What?"
"This totally calls for a celebration!"
Your eyes widened. "Let's notâ"
"Are you guys free this weekend?" Penelope turned toward the rest of the team.
Derek leaned back in his chair with a wide grin. "You know I'm always up for a party."
Spencer looked between you and the rest of the team, clearly uncomfortable. "I don't think thatâs necessaryâ"
"He's right, Spencer isn't much of a party freak," JJ chimed in, joining in the conversation from her desk. "We should do something more relaxing."
"No, that's not what I meantâ"
"You know what we haven't done in a while?" Emily asked, walking closer with a thoughtful look before she settled onto your desk, leaning slightly against it. "We haven't gone to the pool lately."
Penelope perked up at the idea. "Rossi's villa?"
Emily confirmed her with a nod. "Rossi's villa. Heâs always saying we should use it more anyway.â
At any given chance, you would jump at the idea. You loved relaxing by the pool. You loved basking under the sun with a cool drink in your hand, the smell of chlorine in the air, and the refreshing splash of water on your skin. And Rossiâs pool was the perfect place for that.
It was a villa located an hourâs drive away that seemed more suited to a resort than a private residence. It was far from the city, mostly unoccupied, but always welcoming. You had been there before, stayed overnight there too, and all those fun memories were still vivid in your mind. You even recalled the time Emily was caught skinny dipping at night. Or the time Derek kicked Spencer out of the pool after realizing he had been hustling him at basketball the week before.
It had been fun then, but the more you reflected on those memories, the deeper your frown became. They had happened way before everything fell apart, before the tension had strained your friendship. It was a time when everything felt simpler, when Spencer was one of your closest friends. And now, ironically, he was your boyfriend.
Fake boyfriend.
"So it's settled, then?" Penelopeâs voice broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to the present.
Honestly, you didnât want to go. How were you even going to pull this off? A weekend by the pool, while usually the perfect highlight for your summer, now felt like walking into a scripted play where your every gesture would be scrutinized. Not just by anyone, but by skilled profilers who could sniff out a lie like a shark smells blood in the water.
The fear of being exposed, of embarrassing yourselfâor worse, damaging your careerâwas gnawing at you. It made you increasingly anxious. Yet backing out wasnât an option either. It would raise too many questions and invite too much speculation.
So you closed the distance between you and Spencer and linked your arm through his, ignoring the slight panic in his eyes. âSure,â you said, turning to Penelope as you mustered a smile. âSounds fun.â
Penelope beamed at you. Spencer, on the other hand, felt the exact opposite. The idea of spending an entire weekend pretending to be in a relationship filled him with dread.
And he couldnât shake the feeling that everything was bound to go wrong.
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The Go-Ahead - Art Donaldson
request: hiii could you do any plot/story/scenario where tashi knows art is interested/in love/infatuated or just attracted to reader so she gives him the green light as long as itâll have him play tennis better ⌠sorry if this doesnât make sense or is weirdly specific iâm just a little obsessed with this scenario
i took some liberties with the personality of Y/N since it wasnât specified, i made her shy and a little awkward because i could definitely see art falling for an adorably shy woman after being with tashiâs confident self for so long. i wrote this as the reader being female because gender wasnât specified, but let me know if youâd like me to change it!! i personally really hate the way i wrote this and itâs definitely not my best, i honestly might rewrite it eventually because thereâs kind of a lack of romance but i really hope yâall like it:â)
Pairing: Art Donaldson x Female!Reader
Warnings: thoughts of infidelity, probably swearing, suggestive words, idk if i missed anything else but yeah
Word Count: 2.2k
Description: Y/N caught Artâs eye the second she walked into the Stanford reunion Tashi had practically forced Art to attend. He couldnât believe how breathtakingly beautiful she was or the fact that he was thinking this way about someone other than Tashi. Unbeknownst to Art, Tashi notices and forms a plan.
Art loved Tashi wholeheartedly, he always had and always would. Some part of him knew that Tashi would never love him as much as he did her, but he felt content knowing she chose him to spend her life with. Even if they fought about tennis and rarely spoke about anything else, Art never thought anybody could take his eyes off Tashi.
That is, until you walked into the venue the Stanford reunion was being held in. Itâs almost as if his eyes were drawn to your presence entering the room, eyes immediately snapping towards you. His breath catches in his throat for a second, his eyes widening slightly. He lets out an awkward cough, nodding when Tashi asks if heâs okay.
He tries not to make it obvious when he glances back at you to catch another look, but Tashi notices and follows his line of sight. She has to force herself to hold back a scoff at first, but an idea quickly forms in her head. She studies you just like Art, noticing the way you give awkward smiles and how the flush in your cheeks never seems to lessen as you fidget awkwardly and stumble through small talk with former classmates.
You are beautiful, even Tashi can admit that, she doesnât blame Art for allowing his eyes to wander (especially with the state of their relationship). As you move closer to the couple, Tashi suddenly realizes that she had a class with you all those years ago. You were kind to her after her knee injury, you werenât the best of friends but you had taken notes for her while she missed class for physical therapy and always offered a helping hand when needed.
She glances at Art, noticing how his eyes are still trained on you. She chuckles slightly before making her mind up, looping her arm through Artâs and practically dragging him over to where you stand.
âY/N! Hi, itâs so good to see you!â She plasters on a smile, chuckling slightly when you look at her wide eyed for a second. You were still the same shy girl you were back then, it had honestly always annoyed Tashi how unconfident you were.
âTashi! Wow, you look amazing.â You smile at her after getting over your initial awkwardness, turning to look at Art for a second before looking back at her. Tashi clocks it immediately, but doesnât let either of you know.
âOh hush, look at you! Iâm sure you remember Art, right?â She lays a hand on her husbandâs arm, turning to look at him. Heâs looking at you like a lovesick puppy and, in all honesty, it doesnât bother her one bit.
âYeah, of course! You guys were like the prodigies of our class, I think you guys are part of the very few of us who actually went on to make a name for themselves.â You chuckle, glancing at Art again.
It takes Art a minute to even speak, but his mouth finally starts to move as he holds a hand out to you. âItâs nice to meet you. Y/N, was it?â
You shake his hand softly, nodding your head. âI helped Tashi a little after her knee injury, Iâm honestly surprised she even remembered me!â Chuckling awkwardly, you take your hand back and hope he didnât notice how sweaty it was.
Tashi pretends to notice something across the room, apologizing profusely and saying sheâll be right back. When Art tries to follow her, she shoos him away and tells him to stay talking with you. He tries not to seem too excited at the idea, but the way he turns around quickly gives him away.
Art notices the way you fidget with the rings on your fingers and the way your eyes dart around awkwardly as if youâre looking for the nearest escape. He honestly thinks itâs adorable, but tries his best to help you feel less awkward by starting a new conversation.
âWhat was your major?â He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. The question seems to ease the tension, your eyes lighting up as you smile.
âOriginally it was Journalism but after I realized that Iâd have to interview people, I very quickly switched to just having English as my major. I wrote a few books that didnât get as much attention as I hoped they would, so Iâm an editor for a magazine now.â
âItâs actually kind of crazy, the last thing I edited was a column about you.â You smile at him, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat when he smiles in return.
âAll good things, I hope?â He asks, making you nod your head quickly as you jump to reassure him.
Tashi never returned to the conversation despite swearing she would and you talked with Art for what felt like hours. Before you knew it, you were laughing like old friends and the conversation was flowing nicely. You catch yourself wondering what it would be like if you had met him all those years ago, if maybe heâd have had a crush on you before he dated Tashi.
You knew it was wrong to think that way about a married man, but you rationalized it out by saying they were just thoughts. Truly, thatâs all they were. You would never try meddling in a relationship that seemed as strong as theirs. You didnât realize how long youâd been talking until you glanced down at your phone, your mouth falling open in shock.
âWeâve been talking for so long!â Turning your phone around to show Art the time, his own mouth falls open too before splitting into a grin.
âI really hate to say this, but I really have to go. I have to go into work early tomorrow and I really need to get a good nightâs sleep beforehand.â You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and Art swears he felt his heart skip a beat.
âThatâs alright, I really enjoyed talking to you. Letâs go find Tashi and weâll walk you out, we should get going too.â He looks around for a second and almost immediately spots Tashi, pointing her out to you so you two can make your way over.
You say an awkward goodbye once youâre at your car and before you step in, Tashi is calling out to you for your number. âWe should keep in touch! We can all go out for drinks sometime.â
You give it to her, honestly a little startled she wanted to keep in contact. You exchange another goodbye before driving off, hoping it wouldnât be too long before you see Art again.
It took Tashi all of two seconds to turn to Art with a raised eyebrow. âYou seemed to really like her.â Her voice is deadpan, her arms crossed.
âWh- What do you mean?â He looks at her wide eyed, like a child whoâs been caught. She chuckles, shaking her head.
âI saw the way you looked at her when she walked in and the whole time you guys were talking, Iâm not stupid.â Art gaps at her, his mouth opening and shutting a few times.
âArt, I donât give a fuck. Why do you think I asked for her number?â Heâs still gaping at her, trying to find the right words.
âYouâve been playing like shit, you canât deny it. She made you the most excited Iâve seen you in a while. If sheâs what it takes for you to play good again, I donât care if you fuck her. Hell, you could enter a full blown relationship with her and I wouldnât care if it means you play better.â
Art tries to defend himself, tries to say he would never do that to Tashi, but part of him is excited at the prospect of her giving him the go-ahead. After lots of convincing and back and forth between them, Art decides to just go for it. You guys all hung out after that night a few times, but eventually Tashi was always âbusyâ and it turned into just you and Art going out for drinks or watching movies. It wasnât until after a few months of these hang outs when Art decided to bring up the idea to you.
âI know this is a really strange offer, but I really just need you to hear me out before you say anything.â His words make you raise an eyebrow as you turn to look at him. You notice how nervous he seems, his thumb rubbing the ring on his finger.
âI find you attractive, I honestly really like you. I know Iâm married to Tashi, but her and I have honestly been going downhill for months. All we ever talk about is tennis, she barely even wants to touch me anymore. I- I know itâs strange, but she gave me permission to pursue something with you. If youâre interested, that is.â
You stare at him for a second, your face void of any emotion. âDid she really give you the okay or is this just some manipulation tactic? Because you know how I feel about cheating.â
He nods his head quickly, âIf you want, you can talk to her about it. Weâve been discussing this since the night I met you, thatâs why these hang outs eventually turned into just you and I.â
You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You couldnât lie and say that you didnât want this, but you didnât want to enter into something that would inevitably cause pain for all parties involved.
âSo, what, Iâm just supposed to fuck you and then let you go home to your family? I canât do that to myself, Art.â In the months that youâd been hanging out with Art, your shyness slowly disappeared and he got to see the more confident side of you. He couldnât deny that it made him like you all the more.
âI-I mean, if you really wanted to, we donât have to just do that. We could be in a relationship, I could stay with you some nights and go home for Lilly other nights. I donât want you to think I just want to use you, because I donât want to. Youâre amazing, Y/N. These past few months have been so nice, I love just getting to sit with you and not having to talk about tennis or training. You make me feel normal, like Iâm not just a puppet.â
You rub your forehead again, closing your eyes to think. âWe can do this, but all three of us need to sit down and discuss boundaries. We need to do this right.â
Artâs face breaks out into a bright grin, his hands reaching for your own. âThatâs fine with me, thank you for giving this a chance.â
The next day, you found yourself having the awkward sit down with him and Tashi to discuss boundaries. It took nearly the whole day, but eventually things were settled. With the weight of that off your chest, you felt comfortable starting something with Art.
Months went by and your love for Art only grew deeper. He was so kind and attentive, always making sure you were still okay with the arrangement and that you felt cared for. You feared the dynamic would be weird, but you often saw Tashi and even met Lilly a few times. Things were going amazing and you couldnât ask for anything more.
It was nearly six months into your relationship the first time Art told you he loved you. You were lying in bed, the TV casting a glow in the otherwise dark room. Art was cuddled into your side, his head resting on her chest and his arm wrapped tightly around you. As he listened to the sound of your heartbeat and felt your chest move with every breath you took, he realized just how glad he was to have met you that night. He had gotten better at playing, he felt more loved than he had honestly ever felt with Tashi, and he was truly and utterly content with his life.
âY/N?â He whispers your name, propping his head up on your chest to look at you. You look down at him, running your fingers through his hair as you smile softly at him. You hum softly to let him know youâre listening, it was something you did often that made Artâs heart skip several beats.
âI love you, truly. Iâm so glad I met you and I wouldnât trade this for anything in the world.â His words make you smile, your cheeks heating up as you lean down to give him a million kisses.
âI love you too, my sweet boy.â Art grins at you, sitting up so he can kiss your face. You giggle at the feeling, grabbing his face to pull him in for a real kiss. You were truly so grateful for Art and your relationship, and you were grateful for Tashi allowing it. This was the happiest youâd been in years and you wouldnât trade it for the world.
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Get Drunk, Get Me Drunk, Drown - William Rex
And now for a somewhat proper translation after my brief summary. As usual, canât guarantee 100% accuracy on this
NSFW, Minors DNI
One dayâ
Liam: And then, Harry got drunk and started reading a book upside down. Keep it a secret, okay? Heâll get mad if he finds out.
While browsing the liquor on the shelves, he was telling me some of Crownâs drunken tales.
Liam: That reminds me, Iâve never seen Will drunk.
Kate: Apparently the only time heâs ever gotten absolutely drunk was when he was with Victor. Iâd love to see it for myself.
Roger: Why not have him drink then?
Kate: Roger!
Roger: Some lilâ lady you are if you wanna see your lover get plastered.
Kate: âŚI just canât miss out on how heâd look!
Roger: I got something for ya.
Roger grabbed a bottle off the shelf.
Liam: Wow, thatâs a lot of alcohol! Are you sure thatâs alright?
Roger: Itâs drinkable, so itâs fine. This will definitely get William drunk. After thatâŚwell, you know.
Liamâs eyes gleamed with curiosity at Rogerâs smirk.
Liam: I canât wait for your reaction, Kate.
--
William: Ah, youâre here. You took your time.
Kate: Sorry, I got caught up in a conversation.
William: Iâm not accusing you of anything. Iâm glad you had fun. âŚAnd? What are you hiding?
Kate: Ah!
Will grabbed the bottle hidden behind my back and looked at it with interest.
William: This isâŚ
Kate: Roger thinks itâll get you drunk. Victorâs seen you get absolutely drunk before, but I havenât. I was jealous.
I sneaked a glance at Will and saw a pleased smileâŚ
William: So, what do you want to do, my little robin?
Kate: I want to see you drunk, but I also donât want to burden you.
William: Hmmm? Is that how you really feel?
I couldnât help but gulp at his words.
Kate: I think itâs âbadâ.
William: Really?
(Those eyes are cunning)
Kate: âŚI want you to drink. I want to see a look I havenât seen before
William: If you take responsibility for whatever happens when I get drunk, then Iâll meet your request.
Kate: Yes! Of course!
William: HahaâŚthen, For the sake of my sweet lover, Iâll drink to my limit.
--
(ThisâŚ)
Before my eyes was a somewhat disheveled Will sipping on his glass, cheeks stained red.
The overflowing seductiveness of it made me feel as if I was doing something âbadâ despite not doing anything at all.
(I never thought Iâd see Will in this stateâŚ)
William: Kate.
Willâs hand caressed my cheekâ
William: âKiss me on the lipsâ
Kate: Wi- Mnn!
My body moved on its own and I kissed Will on the lips, slipping my tongue in to taste the alcohol.
Kate: WhyâŚahâŚ
He pushed my shoulder and I fell back onto the bed.
William: âŚI said youâd take responsibility for whatever I did. With your permission, Iâd like to do whatever I want to you.
His blood-red eyes were filled with heat and pierced straight through me.
That alone made my body react.
William: HahaâŚItâs like youâre the one thatâs drunk.
Kate: âŚYes. Iâm absolutely drunk on you.
William: Not a bad thing to say.
Kate: Mnnn
The way I squirmed and rubbed my legs together as he dropped kisses along my body didnât escape Willâs notice.
William: âŚHow about I punish the bad girl whoâs being impatient.
The hand stroking my thigh removed my underwear before placing my hand between my legs.
Kate: Will�
When I nervously called out his name, he kissed my cheek and gave a command that was the complete opposite of that calm look on his face.
William: âDonât move your hand away until youâve finished 3 times by your own hand.â
Kate: Ahh, no way
My fingers began moving, making a mess of the area between my legs.
Kate: MmmâŚahâŚahhh!
Wet sounds echoed in the room and my body arched up, but my fingers wouldnât stop.
Kate: I came! Let me stop.
William: I said 3 times.
Kate: Will! Ahhhh
I bit my lip as my fingers brushed against a sensitive spot, but Willâs fingers violated my mouth, taking controlâ
Kate: Mmph!
William: Ah, you came again. Come on, one more time, Kate.
Kate: I canât anymore! Mnnn
The moment I pressed down on my bud, my body was overcome with pleasure and my fingers finally left the spot.
Kate: HaaaaâŚhaaaâŚ
William: Youâre still here, Kate.
A sadistic gaze pierced through me and I felt heat shoot straight to my core.
William: âYouâre not allowed to pass out until Iâm satisfied.â
I forgot to breathe as I was filled with pleasure, Will looking down at me in a trance.
--
William: Good morning, Kate.
Kate: Good morningâŚ
(Will had me do a lot of things yesterdayâŚ)
I felt my body heat up again at the thought of how Will turned my body to mush with his power.
(Iâm too embarrassed to even look at him)
I buried my face in Willâs chest and he gently patted my head.
William: How was I when I was drunk?
Kate: Iâve decided that Iâm never letting you drink like that ever again.
William: Ahaha! But you didnât hate it though?
Kate: WellâŚ
Willâs eyes had the same heat as yesterday.
William: Iâll keep that in mind.
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