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Next Door | myg [oneshot]

⏤𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Your neighbor doesn’t respect your complaints about him being loud, but you don’t let it slide so easily.

⏤𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of masturbation, strong language, dirty talk, oral sex [female and male receiving], spanking, slight ass play, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm

⏤𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff (?), smut

⏤𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 10.3k

m.list / ko-fi

A/N: Yes cats can growl. Also, don’t forget to follow me for more ^.^ and let me know what you think about this one!

A big groan leaves your lips as you cover your ears while shutting your eyes. The sound of loud music echoing throughout your bedroom even through your covered ears. Fucking asshole. You curse at your fucking rude neighbor who blasts his music every night and if not — you can hear some whiny girly moans as the headboard of his bed bangs against the thin wall. You already live here for two months — two months with constant disturbance caused by your neighbor. You check the clock on your phone.

10:05pm.

Another bass echoes throughout the thin walls. That’s it. You angrily put your slippers before tying up your fluffy pink robe. You storm out of your apartment, legs stopping in front of your neighbor’s front door. Knocking, you cross your arms over your chest as you wait for him to get his rude ass over there. As you wait a whole minute for him to open the freaking door — there’s nothing happening. You can still hear the music blasting through his apartment and that’s when you decide to angrily knock on his front door. Over and over again. You’re ready to kick the door when they suddenly open causing you to stop your movements.

The first thing you notice are his sharp eyes glancing down at you. You’ve seen him couple of times, but not so close. Black T-shirt is hugging his torso as gray sweatpants match his whole outfit. “Can I help you?” he quirks his eyebrows at you, looking at you with annoyed expression. That audacity.

You furrow your eyebrows, crossing your hands over your chest once again showing your annoyance towards him. “Yeah, can you turn the volume down?” you ask as he just stares at you.

“Does it bother you?” he asks, as his lips stretches to a little smirk. He sees the annoyance and anger on your face and it amuses him. You standing there in your fluffy robe and ridiculous slides. Who the hell dresses like that?

“Obviously. It’s already ten.” you inform him as he just shrugs his shoulders.

“And?”

“And? Turn the volume down or I’m calling police!” you bark at him loosing your patience. But you only grow even angrier and annoyed when you see the amused expression he holds.

“No need to be so snappy, kitty.” He muses as he sees your face getting red. Red from anger.

“Kitty?” you say through your gritted teeth as you see he has a one big show from this.

“Okay, I’ll turn the volume down. Happy?” he rolls his eyes as your lips twitches in annoyance.

You don’t say anything back, scared you’d probably slap him across his handsome face. As you turn around, you hear his voice. The raspy and sweet voice but at the same time too annoying.

“Oh, by the way... nice slippers, kitty.” he says with smirk before closing his front door. You look at the closed door dumbfounded before adverting your eyes to your slippers. To your very comfortable and fluffy slippers with cat’s plushie head. Kitty. That asshole. You angrily storm inside your apartment — silent apartment.

Thank god.

You smack your lips in delight from the amazing sleep you managed to got. The fresh sheets feels amazing on your body and skin as the scent of your fabric softener fills your nose. Blissful. You’re awake but your eyes stay closed while you're enjoy the sound of birds warbling outside. The soft sound of little ‘meow’ is heard — maybe too close for it to be outside. You open your eyes to see a white cat sitting on your bed looking straight at you. You jump in your bed causing the cat hiss at you as you’ve scared her.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim with your raspy slash morning voice as you stare at the small pet glaring at you. How did it get here?

You knew you should’ve left your balcony door closed. You wouldn’t leave it opened, if this summer wouldn’t be too hot at nights to bare it without air conditioning. Which you don’t have, so the only option was to sleep with opened windows and balcony door. You step on your balcony, sun blinding you for a moment causing you to squint your eyes at the brightness. You’re trying to find where the cat could come from, since you’re living on the third floor it couldn’t jumped in from the tree. You look to your right seeing your neighbor’s — annoying neighbor’s — balcony door opened. Of course it’s his cat. You’ve seen him couple of times with a cat food in his hands as he came from the grocery shopping. Poor cat. Thanks to the balconies being really close to each other, it was no trouble for the cat to jump into yours. You walk in to your bedroom seeing the cat sitting on the same spot.

“Okay, you gotta go,” you tell her as you’re trying to forget the fact you’re talking to an actual cat. You try to pick her up only for her to hiss at you, her nose scrunching as she reveals her sharp teeth. “Fucking cat, even his cat is rude.” you mumble as you’ve jumped in fear.

Reaching for your robe, putting on your kitty slippers your neighbor commented about — you barge out of your apartment. You knock violently against his front door, your morning ruined by him once again. And his freaking cat. Your stomach grumbles in desperate need of breakfast and coffee, but no, here you’re banging on his door once again.

“Jesus Christ, can you stop knocking so much?” he grumbles as he opens his front door seeing you. His hair is tousled as he squints his eyes at you. You woke him up. But you don’t even feel bad about it. Your eyes has mind on their own as you check out his pyjamas. Black T-shirt with some dark blue pyjamas shorts hugs his posture perfectly and you hate him for that. His simple pyjamas looks perfect on him even though he looks tired. Although, he smirks at you as he sees you checking him out.

You blush standing your ground as you quickly advert your eyes away from him. “Your fucking cat is in my apartment!” you bark at him. “It had to go through your balcony to mine.” you explain.

“She.” he speaks as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Huh?” you look at him dumbfounded, already annoyed with his presence.

“It’s she. Not it.” he informs you with annoyance causing you to roll your eyes.

“I don’t fucking care. Take it,” you demand and he raise his eyebrow at you. “Take it or I’m throwing it out of the balcony!” you say maybe too exaggerated but you don’t care.

“You wouldn’t dare!” he gasps as he angrily shoots you a nasty glare. Of course you wouldn’t. You love animals which includes cats as well — but he doesn’t know that. Plus it seems like that cat doesn’t like you.

“Oh, watch me,” you provoke him as you’re turning around already opening your front door. His loud steps are following you before he barges inside your home completely dismissing you. “Hey! You can’t just walk in!” you call out at him as he ignores you calling his cat’s name.

“Holly!” he calls out as he whistles the sound of loud 'meow' coming from your bedroom. She runs to her owner already rubbing her body against his legs. He picks her up as she purrs loudly. He turns around walking out of your home as you’re following him.

“You’re welcome!” you yell at him but he ignores you as you angrily shut your front door.

You’re in the middle of doing your grocery shopping as you notice familiar figure couple of meters away. He glances at the different cups of ramen as he tosses a few into his little basket. You turn around with annoyance already creeping its way out as you remember his rude trespassing to your home. You’re walking to a different direction, purposely, as you’re taking all of your groceries from the basket ready to pay for it. There’s a kind woman as a cashier, greeting you politely before scanning your items. You glance behind you seeing him standing right there already looking at you. None of you say ‘hi’ while both of you look annoyed as hell. You kindly smile at the cashier as you pay for your items putting it in your plastic bag. It takes you a while as he pays for his own stuff, mostly ramen and cat’s food. By the time you already hid your groceries, you’re both walking out of the store. You stop in your tracks as rain is pouring, the nitrous air fills your nose. And of course, you forgot to bring an umbrella. You didn’t even know it was supposed to rain! You quickly walk squinting your eyes as the rain hits your face wetting your clothes and hair.

“Do you want a ride?” you hear him as he opens his car with the car keys. The look of surprise doesn’t go unnoticed. You really need it but the way he’s looking at you with those sharp eyes like he’s already regretting asking you that.

“No, thanks.” you mutter as you start walking away.

“Fine, then be drenched by rain.” he yells unbothered making you stop in your tracks. He’s right. It doesn’t look like it’s stopping any second and you still have at least ten minutes walk to your apartment building. And you’re already getting drenched up and the last thing you need is for you to get sick.

“Fine.” you say quickly walking to his car, already sitting in it.

He doesn’t say anything simply turning the engine on. The way to your home is awkward, as the droplets of rain are hitting the car but it oddly feels calm. “So, I don’t get ‘thank you’ from you?” he speaks as he stops his car to let people pass by with their umbrellas at crossing.

“You mean the thank you I never got?” you quirk your brow at him as he doesn’t spare you a glance, looking at the road in front of him. You’re looking all annoyed at him but you secretly admire him as the black hoodie looks way good on him with his matching black cap.

“Thank you for what?” he asks confused as you scoff.

“For getting your cat, of course.” you answer while shaking your head in disbelief. Did he already forget?

“The last time I checked, I was the one who got her.” he says and you gape at his rudeness.

“Oh, that’s right. You’ve disrupt my home privacy by barging in like you own it.” you scoff as he chuckles.

“I was trying to get Holly back,” he simply says and you’re quite surprised. No rude response? You almost feel bad for being so rude to him. “And if I were you I wouldn’t go there since you’re the one barging on my doorstep every day.” he adds as he spits those words at you. You take it back. You definitely don’t feel bad about your attitude.

“W—what?” you gape at him in disbelief as you see satisfied smirk on his lips and if he wouldn’t be driving, you would barge at him. Luckily for him, your safety is on the first place. “If you would stop blasting that awful music so loud I wouldn’t be doing that! I’m not even talking about how you should shut up your girl’s mouth!” you bark at him, frustration clear in your voice.

“Maybe I should shut yours,” he says casually and you open your mouth as you gasp. What does he meant by that? Did he think— “That wasn’t what I was planning but I guess it worked.” he adds obviously amused by your frustration. He’s making fun of you and if it wouldn’t be raining, you’d rather be walking for an whole two hours than to ride with him.

Thankfully, he parks in front of your apartment building and you’re quickly stepping out of the car. You think you’ll be able to avoid him and snatch elevator so he’d have to wait for it or go by the stairs, but he easily catches to you and you huff in annoyance. “Where are your manners?” he speaks to you, obviously trying to get some reaction from you. And you wouldn’t give him that pleasure, although your sharp tongue just has to interfere.

“Where your politeness is.” you say as you step into the elevator, hitting the ‘3’ button as he slowly walks in.

“Real classy, kitty.” he chimes as you groan.

“Stop calling me that!” you huff in annoyance.

“Then what should I call you? I don’t know your name.” he shrugs his shoulders and you’re ready to tell him to fuck off — but then he’d be just calling you that all the time and that ridiculous nickname or pet name, whatever the fuck that is, irritates the hell out of you.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” you tell him as he stays silent. You look at him making sure he heard you, but of course he did. There’s no way he didn’t hear you.

You quirk your brows at him as he glances at you. Silent and grumpy ‘what?’ leaves his soft and small lips. His eyes somehow covered by his cap but you still manage to see them. “What’s yours?” you ask.

“I’m not telling you.” he shrugs and you gasp as the elevator door opens. You both walk out as you’re gaping at him with opened mouth.

“But I told you mine!” you trail after him, offended he tricked you. “That’s not fair.” you whine as he looks for his keys.

“Bye, kitty.” He gives you last smirk as he opens his door disappearing in his home. Fucking asshole.

The whole week filled with silence in your home gave you at least some kind of peace — thinking he probably gave up making your life miserable. But then you hear the familiar banging against your bedroom wall. The headboard of his bed banging loudly, waking you up. You’re trying to fall asleep while trying to ignore the awful and very loud moans. Fuck. You sit on your bed violently banging on your wall with your fists. It hurts but you don’t care as long as he gets the message. But then you hear his voice pretty clearly.

“Come on, louder.” he encourages the girl as you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

The girl suddenly whines loudly as she’s gasping for air. Soon enough you hear her reaching her climax as you can hear their skin slapping against each other. You don’t want it — but you imagine the way he must look as he tries to reach his climax. Soon enough you don’t feel anything. Did he cum? What the fuck? Why do you even care, Y/N? And then you shut your eyes trying to control your beating heart. He knew you heard him. He knew it all but he still continued. What a prick. It takes twenty freaking minutes for you to fall asleep once again. This time your dreams filled with your neighbor fucking you.

You’re about to take your trash out as you see your neighbor’s door being opened. A girl, no a woman, walks out of his door closing it after her. She isn’t definitely much younger or older than you, probably around the same age. Her hair somehow curled, which used to be probably nice curls but after her wild night it’s all messed up now. You sigh as you’re locking your front door. She stops looking at you before coughing awkwardly.

“Sorry for being loud.” she says before quickly scurrying away not waiting for any of your response. At least she has some guts to apologize. When you’re returning back, after taking your trash out you see him. He walks out of his apartment in fitted jeans with white shirt, jeans hugging his ass perfectly.

He looks your way feeling your eyes on him. “Oh, it’s you.” he mumbles and you’re already fuming.

“Yeah, it’s me.” yoou bark at him annoyingly as he rolls his eyes not even trying to do it discreetly. “What the fuck was yesterday?” you exclaim as he thinks about for a moment.

“A Friday, I think.” he shrugs his shoulders as he shows his keys to his back pockets.

“You know what I mean!” you say angrily as his lips twitches in amusement. Of course, he knows what you mean. But it’s too fun for him to stop irritating you.

“I don’t recall.” he acts like he tries to remember and you groan. “You fucking some chick! You know I could hear you! You did it purposely!”

He chuckles as he shows his fingers in his pockets. He looks hot, but you’d never say it out loud. “Oh, so you were listening? Did you enjoy it?” he asks amused as you’re ready to take off your shoes just to throw it at him.

“Fucking prick! What do you think about me? I don’t care who you’re fucking as long as your mouths are shut!” you tell him angrily as you see him looking at you unbothered — like this is not even about him.

“Look, it’s not my fault you’re not getting laid. Stop ruining my fun.” he says as you gape at him like some fish.

“W—what? What do you know about my sex life? Wait, it’s none of your business!” you ramble as he easily got you even more frustrated.

“Oh, come on,” he huffs, clearly not believing you. “Anyway, as much as I would like to talk to you about sex, I have better things to do. Bye kitty.” he waves at you as you give him your middle finger, making sure he sees it as he only smirks at you disappearing in elevator.

You started to think his purpose on this world is to annoy you all the time. You’re watching your television trying to mute out the noises and laughter coming from his apartment. 11:08pm — it shows on your clock. Your eyes tiredly closes but you can’t sleep due to the noise. Are you the only one who hears that? Why isn’t anyone else complaining? Yeah, maybe it’s because there’s an old couple living on the next side of his apartment and they can barely hear. One time you had to scream at that old lady ‘good morning’ because she couldn’t hear you. You’re already tired of constantly knocking on his door like some bitch who’s constantly complaining. But on the other hand — why you should be a bitch? Because you’re trying to have some peace after your whole day in work? Of course, young people like to party and invite their friends over. Or even blast their music, who doesn’t do that? But not every-fucking-day. You sigh already walking to his door — it’s almost like some ritual. The door awfully familiar to you — even though you’ve the same — but his door mat of cat’s meme as it shows its middle finger is definitely different than from your basic beige one. You tiredly knock but still manage to knock louder in case he’d hear you. Soon enough there’s a blonde hair peeking out from the door. He opens the door wider smiling at you with his eye smile.

“Hello, can I help you?” he asks kindly as you’re making sure you knocked on the right door. You look down at the rug — yup, it’s the right door.

“Mmm—“ “Walt? Are we being too loud?” he asks as you only nod. “Aish, I told them to be quiet but Yoongi said it’s fine.” Yoongi?

“It’s okay, I just—“ you wave at him, feeling like he’ll take care of the noise but he cuts you off. “Come in, you probably want to talk to him not to me.” Talk to who? Your neighbor? Hell no.

“No, that’s not really necessarily, I’m actually going to—“

“Nonsense, come in or they’ll continue in being loud,” he says already pulling you in into your neighbor’s home. Surprisingly enough, his home smells nice. The sweet scents of coconut, wood and something you can’t quite put your finger on fills your nose. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” he tells you before leading you further to your neighbor’s home. His interior is minimalistic, modern and very clean which surprises you. He definitely has some taste in house interior. You can already tell his apartment is bigger than yours and even that small fact annoys you somehow. You don’t even know why. There’s a group of guys sitting in spacious living room as big screen television is on the wall.

“Guys, we’ve a visitor.” he speaks loudly so the rest of the group stops chattering before looking at you. Your eyes are already focused on Yoongi as he sits on his sofa staring at you confusingly. Before none of you can say the word, someone beats you to it.

“Y/N?” you hear curious voice as your eyes follow the sound finding your co-worker sitting on the floor staring at you surprisingly. “What are you doing here?”

“Jeongguk?” you ask as you see him already smiling at you revealing his bunny smile.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Jimin asks dumbfounded and you notice his reddened cheeks while he keeps smiling all the time. He’s tipsy.

“Yeah, we’re co-workers.” Jeongguk answers happily as you feel your neighbor’s eyes on you. “But what are you doing here? I’m hanging out with my friends.”

“I live here.” you inform him as his eyes widen in shock. “Wait! Yoongi is your neighbor?” he asks loudly causing everyone in the group watching the scene in front of him.

Yoongi?

So that’s his name. You smirk at Yoongi with knowing look saying something like ‘ha! I know your name now!’. He glares at you while you feel satisfaction.

“So he’s the neighbor you complained about?”

Damn, Jungguk and his mouth. But you nod nevertheless. “Yeah, the one and only.” you grumble giving Yoongi a fake smile and he shows you his middle finger.

“Guys, I told you we’ve to be quiet. We probably woke you up.” Jimin says pouring at you like he knows you for the longest time — except you’ve met like literally five minutes ago.

“No, you didn’t. Don’t worry, I just thought...” you trail off awkwardly. I just thought Yoongi is doing it on purpose — you wanted to say but you stopped yourself. “Never mind. I’m leaving.” you say as you quickly wave them off not noticing Yoongi standing up.

He walks you to his front door little smirk playing on his lips. “What?” you grumble as he leans against his door frame when you’re out of his home.

“I didn’t know you’re talking about me with your co-workers.” he muses as he cocks his head to side enjoying your annoyed face.

“I’m not talking about you. I’m complaining about you.” you inform him.

“Yeah, you complain while you’re talking.” he shrugs and you annoyingly turn around.

“Whatever, leave me alone.” you grumble again.

“You came to my home. I didn’t even invite you in.” he calls out to you, not loudly though.

“Yeah, like you did couple of weeks ago. We’re even, I guess.” you call out to him back as you’re opening your doors with keys.

“Goodnight, kitty.” he says with little smirk on his lips as he looks incredibly hot and like a douchebag at the same time.

But you smirk at him back, waving at him; “Bye, Yoongi.” His name rolls off your tongue smoothly as you don’t wait for his reaction. Simply closing the door with satisfied grin on your lips.

Yoongi storms into his apartment glaring at his friend as soon as he sees his blonde hair and innocent smile. “Did you have to seriously do that?” he grumbles as he sits back to his seat, reaching for a beer.

“Do what?” Jimin asks cluelessly as Yoongi rolls his eyes at him.

“Invite her in.” he answers grumpily as he feels Jungguk’s eyes on him.

“Why? You don’t like her or what?” This time his other friend asks, Hoseok, as he doesn’t understand Yoongi’s reaction. You seemed nice and polite, why does he looks so freaking annoyed and irritated?

“She’s that fucking annoying neighbor who complains all the time, the one I mentioned you.” he explains as he still remembers your little smirk as you said his name. He doesn’t even know why it pisses him off so much. It’s just a name. But it seems like a constant competition between you two.

“Ah, I remember you mentioning her.” Hoseok hums as he clearly remembers Yoongi’s words ‘she’s so fucking annoying’.

“Hyung, I don’t want to be rude but... you’re the one who always blasts your music and is extremely loud.” Jeongguk comes to your rescue, as he sees his friend already glaring at him with those sharp eyes.

“Oh, I forgot. You’re co-workers.” Yoongi says mockingly causing Jungguk to furrow his brows. Well, he definitely understands why you called his friend a ‘fucking rude prick’. Also Jungguk remembers the way he cursed at his friend without knowing he’s the one you two talked about saying; ‘Wow, he’s so fucking rude. You should call police.’

“We are. But I didn’t have any idea you’re the one she complains about.” he shrugs innocently as Yoongi rolls his eyes. Of course you had to complain to someone. Miss Uptight Prude.

“Your place is nice, but don’t you want to have more flowers in here? It’s kind of dead here.” Your mom comments as you’re preparing plates on your dining table.

“Love, this is her home. Let her be.” Your dad comes to your rescue as you smile at him which he gladly returns.

As you’re waiting for your food to heat, there’s a huge conversation between your parents. A loud conversation. Your mom video calls to your older sister who’s on her vacation in America, causing her to speak very loudly because the connection is bad. You massage your temples as your mom yells ‘We miss you baby!’ to your older sister as she tries to hear what she’s saying. This causes your mom to say it, no more like yell couple of more times. You’re ready to tell her something, when there’s a knock on your front door.

“I’m gonna get door, someone’s knocking.” you inform your parents as they’re completely ignoring you trying to hear your sister’s words. You roll your eyes at them not understanding why don’t they just decline the call since the connection is pretty bad.

Opening your door you reveal one pair of sharp eyes looking at you grumpily as you widen your eyes in shock. What is he doing here? “Yoongi?” you ask as you see him irritably inhaling. You almost want to smirk at him but you stop yourself.

“You’re being fucking loud.” he complains as you lean onto your door frame.

“Oh? So what?” you ask irritating him even more. But that’s what he deserves for constantly being so loud.

His eyebrow irritably twitches as he purses his lips. “Mute it down or I’m calling cops.” he says sternly and you loudly gasp ready to throw a numerous amount of curses at him, when you feel hands on your shoulders slightly pushing you away.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re expecting someone.” Your mom smiles at your evil neighbor.

“I’m not—“ you try to say as your mom waves your hand at you cutting you off with her own voice. Plain rude.

“Hello, I’m Y/N’s mom. It’s so nice to meet you!” she says happily. Yoongi looks for a second at her outstretched hand as he gives you a look. The one where he mischievously grins taking your mom’s hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Min Yoongi.” he introduces himself and that’s when you realize he said his full name. Min Yoongi. It sounds too nice for belonging to a devil with angel looking face.

“Are you Y/N’s friend?” she keeps getting more curious as she doesn’t see the warning eyes you have set on Yoongi. He clearly sees them as he smirks at you.

“I am.” he nods and you gasp at him ready to call him out on his huge lie. But then of course, your mom interrupts whatever you’ve been planning as she opens your door wider.

“Come in! We’re just about to have a dinner!” she says and Yoongi casually walks in. He walks in like he’s been there hundreds of time which he hasn’t. Expect that one time when he rudely came in to get his devil cat.

“Honey! We’ve a visitor!” Your mom calls to your dad as he puts his phone to his pocket. Thank god, they stopped calling. It’d be even more embarrassing. Wait, since when do you care about what Yoongi thinks? Your parents introduces to Yoongi as he kindly shakes your dad’s hand. He even freaking bows to your parents. You’re quite surprised to see him being so polite, but of course it’s just his fake side of him.

“Do you want to have a dinner with us? Y/N cooked for us.” Your mom says as you’re gripping the spatula in your hand.

“Actually, I—“

But the devil himself cuts you off, as you hear his soft voice. “Of course.” he nods and is already sitting at your dining table.

He doesn’t see your face, since you’re standing with his back to him, but he knows he just annoyed the shit out of you. And you also know he’s having a victorious grin without even looking at him. When you put food on everyone’s plate you’re silently eating as you feel completely awkward as you sit next to Yoongi. He silently eats the food you cooked and it seems like he likes it, since he doesn’t have some sarcastic remarks. Although, he probably wouldn’t have when your parents are here.

“So, how long have you been living here?” Your mom asks as she takes another bite of the food. He mentioned he’s your neighbor as they introduced themselves. Yoongi gulps as he looks at your mom who sits on the other side of you.

“For a year.” he answers and your brows surprisingly shoots your eyebrows. He lives here for a year already?

“How do you like living here? Both of you?” she asks as she looks at the both of you, trying to make a conversation. Yoongi opens his mouth to answer her but you quickly chime in.

“I mean, there’s this annoying neighbor who doesn’t know what silence is. He’s extremely loud with his music and different... stuff.” you answer your mouth pursing your lips at Yoongi as he glares at you.

“That must be so annoying!” Your mom exclaim as she puts her hand over her heart.

“Then there’s this other neighbor who complains all the time knocking on his door every day.” he tells your mom and you glare at him. It’s very immature for the two of you doing this, but you simply don’t care.

“I don’t like people who complain a lot,” Your mom says as a smug grin appears on Yoongi’s lips. You can see him from your peripheral vision but you don’t give him that satisfaction of looking at him. “First of all, this is an apartment building, so it’s clear there would be some noise.” Yoongi nods to her, loud ‘exactly’ leaving his mouth as you roll your eyes.

“Well, first of all, even though this is an apartment building, there should be still some rules.” you speak loudly causing your mom to widen her eyes little bit.

“Of course,” she nods as you sigh continuing eating because you won’t ruin your appetite because of Yoongi. “Well, at least the two of you get along.” she says happily as you and Yoongi exchange your looks.

The rest of the dinner is spent in silence and as everyone finishes eating, your parents leave. They say goodbye to you and Yoongi also, as he doesn’t leave. You’re cleaning your kitchen as you see him standing there watching you.

“What are you still doing here?” you ask raising your brow at him.

“I don’t even know. Bye, kitty.” he waves at you as he leaves. He didn’t even try to help!

“Asshole!” you yell hoping he heard you, continuing in scrubbing the grease off your pan.

What is better way to wake up than waking up with amazing smell of pancakes filling your home. You open your eyes as sunlight blindes you for a moment. Your stomach grumbles at the amazing smell which definitely isn’t coming from your home. You walk to your balcony seeing Yoongi’s balcony door opened as well. The amazing smell is coming from his apartment. You sigh as you walk to your fridge to find it almost empty. Also, there is no ingredients to make pancakes which you’re craving thanks to your neighbor. But there’s an idea creating in your mind, as you’re already brushing your teeth and trying to make yourself look somehow more presentable. You’re already knocking on his door, the absurd door mat with middle finger making you feel unwelcomed but it doesn’t discourage you as you hear footsteps. There’s Yoongi standing with his hair disheveled, the silver color making him look even more interesting. He’s still wearing his pajamas, at least you suppose as white T-shirt and dark blue pajamas shorts are covering his body.

“What?” he asks grumpily as he sees your face.

You don’t take it personally as you happily smile, ready for your revenge. “Good morning, neighbor.” you greet him pushing him out of way already walking inside.

“Hey!” he yells after you quickly closing his front door before trailing after you. It doesn’t take a long to find a kitchen, amazing and delicious smell leads you. His kitchen is similar to yours, but still bigger and fancier. There’s a plate of pancakes with strawberries, banana and Nutella on the side. Your mouth is already watering as you’re ready to take a pancake. But Yoongi slaps your hand before it can touch delicious pancake.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks lowly as you look at the pancake. So close.

“I want to eat, obviously.” You answer casually like it’s a obvious thing.

“Nobody invited you.” he informs you as he crosses his arms over his chest, making his biceps buldge out. He isn’t that broad but he still has some muscles on his body and it is proved now.

“I didn’t invite you yesterday either so...” you trail off, wanting to get this argument over with and already eat. Delicious smell is enough to make your stomach grumble.

“I see what you’re doing, Y/N.” he says and the fact that he uses your real name instead that awful nickname he gave you, means he’s too serious.

“What am I doing?” you ask acting clueless.

“You’re trying to get back at me because of yesterday. And I didn’t exactly come uninvited, your mom invited me.” he says as he takes the plate with pancakes away from you.

“But my mom has no right to invite some stranger to my home!” you exclaim as he suddenly smirks at you.

“Oh, are we strangers? I thought we’re already pass that stage, kitty,” he visibly smiles in triumph when he sees your red face. “I think you should leave then, stranger.” he says standing there with plate full of delicious looking pancakes as your stomach grumbles once again.

“Come on! I’m hungry.” you pout reaching for pancakes but he only dodges from your hands.

“Not my business.” he mutters as he tries not to look at your little pout.

“Come on, let’s eat. You’re skinny, you’ve to eat.” you say brightly as he looks at you before scoffing.

“I am skinny? What about you?” he chuckles at you while shaking his head. You look down at your stomach which has some fat in it but it’s covered by your large T-shirt.

“I’m definitely not skinny. I should start working out and eat healthy, but I’m too lazy for that. But it’s okay, I’m comfortable with my body.” you shrug as he just stares at you. Does she really think she needs to work out? He asks himself as he stares at your curves which are placed in the right places. He feels like your large T-shirt is covering your true body and he somehow whishes he would see it better.

“Can we eat now?” you ask as your stomach growls loudly causing you to pat it. He doesn’t say anything as he simply turns around sitting at his dining table. That’s your cue to do the same as you eat in silence. You moan at your first bite, as the flavor of strawberries and Nutella reaches your tongue. Yoongi ignores you the whole time, eating in silent as he doesn’t glance at you — not even once. Holly decides to make an appearance when she jumps into Yoongi’s lap as he starts to pet her. He smiles at the pet as he scrubs her behind her ear causing her to purr.

“What?” he asks annoyed as he feels your eyes on him. You just shrug.

“It’s just weird.” you mumble as he sighs.

“What’s weird?” he asks anyway.

“You being nice.” you answer casually shrugging your shoulders as he gapes feeling slightly offended.

“I’m nice!” he argues and you laugh.

“You’re definitely not!” you still laugh while arguing with him. He bites into his lips to prevent him to smile at the way you laugh at him with your chubby cheeks full of food.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he raises his brow and you calm down from your laughter.

“Hmm, I am.” you nod still grinning at him. You’re done with eating putting your plate in the sink as you’re ready to wash it.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he puts his empty plate onto yours.

“I’m cleaning after myself.” you answer as he sighs.

“I’ll wash it,” he mumbles as you gasp. “I told you I can be nice.”

Holly jumps onto his counter and you eye the animal as she stares at you. “I think she doesn’t like me.” you mumble as Yoongi continue to wash dishes.

“Who? Holly? Nah, she’s a sweetheart.” he argues.

“Come on, go down. This is very unhygienic,” you tell the cat as you’re patting her butt to jump off. But instead she growls at you making you step back. “See? She doesn’t like me!” you exclaim looking at the devil cat who stares at you.

“Because you’re telling her what to do.” he tells you easily as you furrow your brows at her.

“Anyways, thank you for breakfast, I guess.” you say as you’re turning around.

“Are you leaving?” he asks almost too quickly and you turn back around to look at him with smirk.

“Aw, do you want me to stay?” you coo as he glares at you.

“Of course not, get out and don’t come back.” he says almost too rudely and you purse your lips.

“Asshole.” you say as you send him a middle finger before leaving. Fucking asshole.

To say things got better with Yoongi would be a complete lie. You feel like he started to ignore you even more, this time he wouldn’t even greet you — but you can’t say anything since you’ve never greet him as well. It was just a couple of days ago, when you heard the same banging of his headboard into the thin wall. You somehow felt even more angry than ever. Maybe it was a small amount of jealousy you felt about the woman he fucked. Yoongi sexually attracts you and there’s nothing you can do about it. Maybe his cold attitude should repel you, but it doesn’t. Instead you somehow want his attention. His smirk engraved in your mind as you’re wondering how would it feel to let him fuck you. The sounds you always here is enough to tell you he isn’t about that vanilla sex. He’s like a beast, but you never hear him. You only hear women’s moans and seeing a different woman every time is enough to tell you, that he isn’t in any relationship. Even that should repel you. You’ve always loved men who are caring, loving and are couple type. But then there’s a Yoongi — complete opposite who attracts you so much that you’ve thought about him when you had your fingers burried inside of you. You pretended it’s him inside of you, knowing he’s way bigger than your three slim fingers. But even your fingers inside of you and shower head on your clit weren’t enough for you to please you — something that never happened.

Couple of days passed without hearing any woman’s moans or banging on your wall. However his loud music is completely another story. You knock on his wall with your fist for like tenth time but he ignores you. So you decide to knock on his front door but he still ignores you. You give up feeling how much tired you’re but you can’t sleep because of the loudness he’s causing. That’s when you get angry at him and dial police number. Maybe it’s too immature but you don’t care. You need to sleep and you’re done with his rude attitude. He even started to ignore you completely and that somehow pisses you off even more than his constant disturbing. Soon enough you hear police men coming to Yoongi’s door knocking. He opens the door after a while and you wish you could see his face. But instead you only stand behind the door listening to their conversation silently. “We’re sorry to disturb you, sir but there’s been a complaint about a noise.” One of the police men says.

“Really?” Yoongi asks but his voice somehow amused already knowing who complained. You bite into your lips knowing he knows exactly who called police.

“We have to ask you to keep it down, there are neighbors who wants to sleep at this hour.” they say politely as Yoongi answers with ‘sure’ before they leave. He turns the music completely off and you smile in victory.

You’re happily walking to your bedroom when there is angry knocking on your front door. You already know who is behind it. You sigh as you open your door with annoyed expression.

“Did you just fucking called a police on me?” he barks at you too loudly causing your face scrunch at his loud voice.

“I told you I would if you don’t keep it down.” you answer him as he fumes like some angry bull. Shit, he’s angry. You see him clenching his jaw as he barges inside your home.

“Hey!” you yell at him as you close your door with big thump. “You can’t just—“ You’re cut off when he barges onto you, your back hitting your front door as he kisses you harshly. He holds you face in place as he hungrily kisses your mouth, your teeth clutching against his but you don’t care. He tugs his arms under your thighs, easily pulling you up. You naturally wrap your legs around his waist as you hold onto his shoulders. He continues kissing you hungrily as you moan into his mouth. You’re already feeling your underwear sticking to your heat, getting too much turned on by just simple act. He pulls away to catch his breath but he’s already sucking your neck. “What—“ He shuts you up with his lips once again.

“Shut the fuck up.” he says between the kisses. In other cases you’d tell him to fuck off or something but you feel yourself clench around nothing instead. It’s almost too embarrassing to admit how much does this turn you on. He grinds his crotch against yours — your crotch meeting the material of his sweatpants.

“Fuck.” you moan out as you feel his hardened cock against your thin material of your panties.

“Do you want more?” he asks breathlessly as he keeps grinding into you. As much as it feels good, it’s not enough to quench your thirst.

“Yes!” you moan as he sucks on your collarbones. Thank god you’re wearing your thin nightdress and not your pajamas with unicorn on it.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve it.” he hums against your skin as he pulls the material of your nightdress, revealing your breast. He dips his head down licking your already hardened nipple.

“You want me to beg, don’t you?” you ask breathlessly.

“You’re smart.” he chuckles as he grazes your nipple with his teeth. You bang your head against your front door causing it to hurt but you don’t care. “I won’t beg, Yoongi.” you chuckle at the thought of you begging. Who does he think he is? He grins into you harshly causing you to whimper.

“Beg, or I’m leaving.” he says too sternly and serious and you know he’s not fucking around.

“I hate you.” you spit as he smirks at you.

“Likewise.” he mumbles but kisses you.

“What do you want, kitty?” he asks as he sucks on your collarbones.

“Seriously? This is the biggest turn off.” you mumble as he laughs, an actual laugh and you’re happy you’re looking at him right at that moment. A gummy smile appears on his smile and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. He’s so beautiful and mesmerizing.

“But you’re wet, aren’t you?” he asks with raised brow and you shut up.

“Please, just...” you try to speak as he grins gripping your naked ass harshly as your nightdress ride up when he picked you up. You feel his big hands on your ass as he grabs it harshly, causing you to bite your lip. You can’t wait longer. You’ve never wanted someone that bad. “Please, just fuck me,” you beg as he smirks. “I need you.” you continue not even realizing how pathetic you sound.

“You’re so needy.” je says almost mockingly detaching you from the front door, still holding you in his hands. His arms holds you securely as he kisses you roughly again. He already walks into your bedroom, putting you down as you stare at him.

“How did you know where my bedroom is?” you ask him as he strips down his T-shirt and that’s the first time you see him topless. And boy, is that a good sight. His skin is pale as it shines and looks so smoothly. His whole body looks healthy as deep v-line is disappearing into his sweatpants. You clench just from the sight of him.

“We share the same wall, you forgot?” he asks as he hovers over you.

“How could I forgot? I heard you having a sex countless time.” you mutter, the pang of jealously hitting your stomach and chest. Yoongi shuts you up with his lips.

“I’m about to fuck you, aren’t I?” he says with little smile making it sound like he’s assuring you.

“Can I take this off?” he asks softly as his fingers glaze around the hem of your nightdress.

“Yes.” you answer maybe too quickly which he smirks to but doesn’t say anything.

You sit up as he’s already taking it off revealing your naked breasts. You see him lick his lips coating it with his saliva already pushing you to lay down. He’s taking your other nipple into his hands while he grabs the other one with his hand. You’re squirming in his hold as you’re enjoying the feel of his mouth and hands on you. He slowly trails down to your stomach pecking it little before he scoots down — his head between your legs. He parts them so he can fit more comfortably as he takes a inhale of your heat. You blush at him as he smirks up at you. You’re still wearing your panties and he kisses your clit through your fabric. He’s teasing you and you know it.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” he asks as he looks at you with those sharp eyes. The same one who constantly glares at you giving you a nasty look, but this time they’re filled with lust causing them to appear more dark and shiny than usual.

“I... You can.” you say unsurely as he furrows his brows slightly.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out?” His question causing you to bite the inside of your cheek. He asks it casually and straightforward taking you off guard for a moment.

“No.” you answer as you see his eyes widen.

“How’s that possible?” he asks confusingly as you awkwardly cough.

“I don’t know... they never did.” you answer awkwardly thinking about your two and only exes. They were all about vanilla sex, something you like but you still missed some action. Some dominance, someone who would put you in your place and seeing Yoongi — he’s the perfect one for doing exactly that.

“They’re missing out,” he mumbles as he’s pulling your underwear down, sliding it against your smooth legs. Thank god you shaved yourself this morning. He puffs some air onto your revealed heat as he watches you squirm. “So pink and beautiful.” you blush at his shameless words but still clench at his dirty words.

He sees it but doesn’t comment on it as he dips his head kissing your clit. Your fingers naturally grab his silver hair grinding onto his face. He starts sucking on your clit fingers grazing over your hole. He’s only teasing you with his fingers and you’re ready to scold him. Luckily, he trails his lips down to your hole thrusting with his tongue slowly and you moan out loud. You get why those women are so vocal. He’s unbelievable. Meanwhile his fingers move to your clit pinching it as you arch your back thrusting into his face. He doesn’t say anything nor he can, when his whole face is stuffed between your legs. He doesn’t stop, only picking his pace causing you to whimper. You bite your lips trying not to scream at how good he fucks you. Your pussy tightens around his tongue as you feel yourself cumming. You grip his hair harder causing him to moan into your pussy while he helps you to ride out of your orgasm. As you feel your cum dripping down your hole you try to control your breath. But Yoongi isn’t done when he’s licking your cum of you and you whimper at the overstimulation.

“Yoongi..” you beg causing him to pull away with winning smirk. His whole chin and lips are glistening by your cum and the sight is unbelievably pleasing and arousing. Even though you just came, you still feel yourself begging for more. Yoongi sits on his knees as he grabs your nightdress wiping his chin with it. You notice the outline of his cock in his sweatpants and you’re already sitting up.

“Lay down,” you say feeling yourself still wet from your cum and new arousal. You gently push him to lay down and he peacefully obeys. “Can I take these off?” you ask, your fingers already hooked around the hem of his sweatpants and boxer briefs.

“Why didn’t you already?” Is all he says and that’s his approval as you’re already taking it off. His cock springs free and your mouth water at the sight of him. It stands straight from the arousal in desperate need for attention. There is a pre-cum glistening at his tip and you’re licking your lips at delightful sight. He’s thick causing you to feel somehow stressed if he’ll fit in.

“You don’t have to—“ he says after a moment of seeing you looking at his cock. He knows he’s been gifted in this particular area so he doesn’t feel self conscious about it, but he’s starting to think you regret it. He’s been asshole to you this whole time, he knows, but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured or something. You cut him off by gripping him in your hand giving him a teasing squeeze. He groans shutting off his mouth not wanting to be vocal. We’ll see about that. You think as you dip your head spitting on his tip before taking him into his mouth. You suck on him, the rest of his cock which isn’t in your mouth is held by your hand. But soon enough you grip his thighs with both of your hands as you try to take as much of him as possible. Your eyes are starting to water as you feel him getting deeper so you swallow. He moans quietly gripping your hair tightly in his fist as you’re lowering yourself on him. Your nose is touching his small pubic hair causing you to not believe you’ve taken all of him. He unexpectedly thrusts into your mouth as you don’t move causing you to gag and pull away. Your saliva is connected to his cock as you cough.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” he says and that’s your cue taking him into your mouth again. This time you don’t pull away as you feel him hitting your throat. You tighten your throat around him by swallowing and he groans tightening his grip on your hair as you whimper. You squeeze your legs together trying to relieve at least some kind of tension between your legs. “Fucking hell, stop.” He growls as you look at him through your lashes, his cock still in your mouth. “Fuck, fuck!” he groans quickly slightly pushing you away from him as you sit down looking at him confusingly.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask cluelessly as you’re trying to think about some mistakes. You gave couple of blowjobs to your exes and they never complained.

“I nearly came.” he breathes out as he tries to control his breathing. You open your mouth as he looks at you through his hooded eyes.

“Y-you did?” you ask, surprised by his statement. Were you that good? You’ve never gave a blowjob to someone with big cock like his and it makes you proud somehow — in weird way. But his words makes you happy and proud nevertheless.

“I wanted that bratty mouth of yours wrapped around me ever since you knocked on my fucking door.” he admits shamelessly as you widen your eyes. Even though you stood there in those ridiculous slippers and fluffy robe, your angry eyes with fire in them was all he could think about. But his words are causing you to clench yourself around nothing and you whimper at that feeling.

“Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me.” you tell him as he growls at you, switching your position. You’re looking straight into his eyes as he hooks his arms around your waist, roughly and in one swift move he turns you onto your stomach. Your face hits your soft pillows as you look sideways so you can breath.

“On your hands and knees. Ass up,” he commands you with dominant voice and you listen to him already arching your ass at him. He pulls your ass cheeks apart seeing your tight hole as he leans down and flicks his tongue around it. You moan not even caring that he’s having his tongue on your literal ass hole. “You’re dripping.” he comments as he drawls his finger across your heat, collecting some of your mixed cum and arousal. You look over your shoulder seeing him putting his finger into his mouth sucking on it.

“You’re nasty.” you comment loudly as he grins.

“And you love it.” He quirks his brow and you bite your lip.

“I do.” you admit shamelessly.

You turn your head laying it on your pillow as you wiggle your ass in anticipation. You hear Yoongi chuckle before he delivers a slap on your ass. You gasp at the painfully pleasing feeling as you feel him caressing it right after. He takes his cock into his hands slowly guiding it to your hole. He teases you with running his tip along your slit. “Yoongi,” you whine as he finds it amusing to see you so whiny. He slowly guides his tip in as you widen your eyes. “Stop!” you yell causing him to stop. You turn around seeing him holding his cock and god, the sight is even more pleasing. “Condom?” you ask as he annoyingly looks at you.

“I’m clean,” he says and you quirk your eyebrows at him. “I always fuck with condoms.” he informs you as the look of disbelief crosses your face.

“What about those women?” you ask even though you don’t want to even think about them. You don’t want to ruin this moment.

“I didn’t fuck them raw.”

“Why?” you ask curiously and he wants to roll his eyes at your curiosity as his cock is starting to hurt. He just wants to fuck your brains out.

“I don’t know, I never wanted to.” he shrugs as he waits for you to tell him to continue.

But it just has to be you to annoy him some more. “Why do you want to fuck with me raw?” you ask and he groans.

“I just do, okay? I want to feel all of you and I don’t want that fucking condom between us. But if you’re not on pills I can—“

“No, I’m on birth control.” you cut him off as he feels relief. “And I’m clean.” you add as he looks in your eyes for question.

“Let me fuck you raw.” he says instead as you bite your lip.

“Yeah, okay.” you add as he already guides his cock to your hole. He slowly enters you as he penetrates you. The burning sensation causing you to shut your eyes as you’re trying to relax.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” he growls as he slowly keeps entering you. He fills you to your brim as you gasp at the feeling of fullness. You’re so full. He penetrates your walls amazingly as you clench around him. He squeezes your ass letting you some time to adjust before you start to wiggle your ass at him. He chuckles slapping it before thrusting in and out. He doesn’t start slow, already thrusting in and out in animalistic pace. You grip your sheets tightly as his hands grips your waist to hold you in place.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” you moan out as he finds your g-spot hitting in repeatedly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. How long has it been since you’ve fucked with someone?” he asks through his gritted teeth but something is telling you he doesn’t really want to know the answer. So you shut your mouth as he keeps thrusting while growls are leaving his mouth. You’ve never heard him being vocal while having sex but fuck, the sounds are causing you to clench uncontrollably as you’re cumming around him.

“Fuck, are you already cumming?” he mocks you as he slows down letting you ride off your orgasm. He pulls out as he slaps his cock against your slit as you moan. He’s entering once again and you gasp, too sensitive.

“Yoongi, I can’t...” you whimper as he starts hitting all the right places once again.

“You can and you will. You will take everything, you bitch. That’s what you get for calling police on me.” he snaps at you as his thighs are hitting your ass while his balls are hitting your clit. You feel the amazing arousal already, too close to cum again. His words should’ve made you angry that he’s talking to you with disrespect, although, it turns you on as he slaps you once again. He pats your ass in caring manner before gripping your waist once again. You thrust your ass against him meeting him in the middle causing him to moan. His moves are getting sloppy and you know he’s getting close as he starts to loose his rhythm.

“Come on Yoongi. Cum.” you purr breathlessly loosing your control, cumming for the second time.

“Ow, holy shit, fuck, can I— I’m cumming!” he growls loud as he’s spilling his load into you, coating your walls with his cum. You moan at the feeling of being full. He fucks into you his cum before pulls out slapping you ass with his cock. You lay down, your knees too weak to hold anymore. You turn onto your back seeing Yoongi sitting on his knees. His eyes follows the way his cum is spilling out of you and he licks his lips at the sight. Amazing.

“You’re so fucked out.” he chuckles as he looks at you while you’re grinning at him like some lunatic. You see some movement in the corner causing you to sit up in shock.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim as you see his cat staring at the both of you.

“I must’ve left my balcony door opened.” Yoongi mutters as he sees his cat jumping onto your bed.

“Put her down!” you say as the cat growls at you. Is she jealous?

“Come on, go down.” he says as he pats her butt as she jumps off your bed.

“You should really close your balcony door.” you mutter as Yoongi lays down beside you pulling you onto him. It surprises you but you gladly accept it putting your head on his chest. You watch his pale hands laid in his stomach, veins visible on his arms and you bite your lips.

“Mmm, I’ll consider it after this.” he hums as you jokingly slap his chest.

“I’m serious.” you laugh as he chuckles.

“So am I, kitty.” And this time you slap him harder on his chest.

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 6 years ago

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Ok this is a little short story I’m writing for my friend @blossom-skies based on her rp with her OC Jen. This will be a 2 to 3 part story. I hope she and you enjoy it!

Meeting Ms. Jones

Part 1

Jen lay at the bottom of her cold lonely cell, pain still ravaging her tired and worn body. The darkness seeped into her soul taking away the warm thoughts of the warm summer air somewhere outside these god damned walls and the slowly fading hope she would be saved. She had lost track of time as the hours and days drifted by endlessly as she stared at the ceiling of this hell hole. Was it days ago or was it months ago that she was taken from the comfort of her home?

Jen’s brother Casey had told her about Karai and the two criminals that Baxter Stockman and Oroku Saki had mutated into a giant rhino and a wart hog a few years ago. She thought the story was entertaining but when the female ninja and the two mutants showed up at her door for an unwanted house call Jen was no longer amused. But she was a Jones so like hell if she was going down without a fight.

In the end Jen’s street smarts and ability to kick some ass was no match for two mutated overachieving lumbering fools and a trained assassin. The next thing she knew Jen woke up strapped to a freezing examination table and the missing scientist from TCRI hovering over her with a syringe filled with some sort of florescent purple liquid.

Adjusting his glasses Dr Baxter Stockman leaned down waving the syringe in her face, “So Ms. Jones, it took us a bit to track you down but Karai always gets her man…well woman I should say. Since we haven’t been able to locate your brother Casey Jones and Ms O’Neil you were the next best thing.”

Jen had no idea what was going on? What did this idiot want with her brother and his girlfriend? Testing the restraints that held her in place she started to struggle. “What do you want with my brother?”

“We just want to ask him a few questions that’s all, but I guess you’ll have to do for now.” Lifting the syringe up to his eyes he flicked the cylinder raising the bubbles to the top before expelling them from the needle with a single push on the plunger.

Jen watched the purple liquid squirt from the tip of the needle landing on the table next her bound hand. “W-whats in that?” she stammered suddenly getting a little nervous. This was a world renowned genius who went off the deep end when he met the Shredder. Casey had told her what he did and what he was capable of and now she was at his mercy holding a strange looking substance.

“Oh my dear this ol thing?” he waved the syringe theatrically in her face again giving her a sickening smile. “This is liquid motivation. I need some information from you Ms. Jones and if you corporate you’re free to go but if you…..disappoint me this lovely purple ooze will transform you into something of nightmares. You saw our sweet and gentle Beebop and Rocksteady right? That could be you.”

Jen felt the knot coil in her stomach; this was not good, defiantly not good.

“The turtles bitch, where are they?” Jen heard a venomous voice call behind her. Twisting as much as her restraints would allow Jen arched to see Karai come into view, the scowl on her face contorting her feminine Japanese features.

“Turtles?” Jen felt the word roll from her lips in confusion. What were they getting at? What about turtles?

“Don’t play dumb with me Ms Jones, your brother is friends with those meddlesome mutant turtles and my master wants them and you will give them to me.” Stockman hissed positioning the syringe’s needle down aimed for her flesh.

Jen began to struggle again, fear fueling the hard snaps of her wrists. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I don’t know anything about any fucking turtles? Jesus Christ please I don’t want to be a mutant!” the tone in her voice began to rise into hysteria as the needle lowered to the crook of her arm.

“Where are they?” he asked again looking up at Karai seeming to be looking for permission.

“I told you! I don’t know!”

“Is that your final answer Jen? Karai smirked resting her hands on either side of Jen’s head staring intently down into her frantic eyes. “Stockman here is very eager to see if the ooze he created is the same as the stuff that mutated Beebop and Rocksteady. And he needs a willing test subject to try it on and you my dear are about to volunteer if you don’t give us what we want.”

Jen’s eyes moved from Karai’s cool and collected gaze to the maddening dark pools of the scientist. Tears threatened to spill forth from her eyes, she didn’t want to mutant but she was a Jones and Jones don’t cry. She could hear her dads voice whisper in the back of her head, “You’re stronger then you know.” Gaining the resolve she needed from her father’s words she spat in the mad scientists face. “I don’t know about any mutant turtles but if I did I wouldn’t tell you!”

Needless to say Stockman got his test subject and now Jen was moaning in pain on the cold cell floor, god knows where as the mutation reached its end. Jen didn’t have a mirror to see it but she could feel the changes. Her skin was no longer smooth but rough and from what little light that filtered through the bared window on her cell door from the hallway she could see blue and purple. Her skin wasn’t the most alarming change though, not by a long shot. Dragging behind her lay a long curled tail which she could control, that was sort of cool. Her five fingers were reduced to three and her toes down to two. Thankfully her hair still sat on her head and she could tell something was changing with her eyesight. The dark shapes of her cell were starting to sharpen and become visible and it wasn’t from her eyes adjusting to the dark. It was something more, something to do with her mutation.

The tingling in her body receded and the mind numbing all over ache faded as Jen let out a shaky breath curling up into a ball. As the numbing pain finally began to give her reprieve her worn out body relaxed letting her fall deep into blissful unconsciousness. She wanted to go home, but how was she going to get out of here?

A loud explosion rocked her confinement jostling her from her sleep. Ignoring the dull ache in her limps Jen scrambled to her feet peering out of her cell door her new three fingered hands clutching the metal bars. Again another explosion rang out but this time the large door at the end of the hallway blew off its hinges. The repercussion from the blast sent her sailing backwards slamming into the makeshift cot.

“Jennifer!” a muffled familiar voice cut through the ringing in her ears. “JEN!”

“Cas?” Jen coughed trying to get to her feet. Smoke and flying debris clouded the hallway keeping her brother from her sight. “CASEY!” Jen managed to scramble to her feet and back to her cell door reaching out into the void grasping for her salvation.

“Jen! Where are you?” she could hear him coughing his voice getting closer.

“I’m at the end in a cell!”

“Hey Casey, is she in here?” Another voice came through the confusion and Jen tried to see who was with her brother.

“Leo, yeah she’s in here! Where’s Raphael we might need him?”

“Right here Jones.” A deep voice with a prominent New York accent came after her brothers.

As the dust began to settle Jen could see three silhouettes making their way towards her. One she could see was her brother but the other two were large with unnatural bulk, and they were definitely not human. Which brought reality slamming back reminding her she was no longer human as well. Her heart jumped into her throat as her tail uncoiled slapping against the cool floor, her brother didn’t know, he didn’t fucking know and he was about to see her. A strangled cry came from her throat unexpectedly as she retreated back into the corner, into the shadows.

“Jen!?” Casey cried out reaching her cell his body slamming into the metal.

“Wait!” Jen screamed wrapping her arms around her changed body.

“Jen, what are you talking about? We’re getting you out of there. Raph! Get this door off!”

Within seconds the door began to creak and moan under the pressure of this Raphael’s strength. Fear raced through her realizing Casey was about to see her in her new form and she could feel something happening with her skin. Instinct took over and she pressed back up against the wall as the door was ripped from its hinges and thrown to the side. A large shadow retreated as Casey came hurtling through the door his eyes searching frantically in the darkened room. His eyes passed over her never focusing in on her form. Did he not see her?

“Jen?” his voice was strained unable to find his little sister.

Again his gaze moved over where she was standing and still nothing. He couldn’t see her? Then two large green bodies came through the door distracting Jen from her distraught brother. They were huge and from what she could deduce they were turtles. Wait! Turtles?! These were the turtles Stockboy and Karai were looking for?

One was larger than the other; the bigger one had a tattered red bandanna over his head the tails dangling down the front of his chest. Wrapped around his impressively muscled body and massive shell was a harness that came over his broad shoulders and around his waist meeting at the lower center of his plastron. The only piece of clothing he was wearing was a grey pair of shorts held up with a white belt. On his left should was a lone shoulder pad for some sort of protection? In his green three fingered hands he held sai dripping with blood. The one word that came to mind when she looked at him was brute.

Jens’ eyes drifted to the slightly smaller one just beside him but there was no mistaking he was equally as intimidating as the red brute. Around his green scalp was a blue mask highlighting his dazzling blue eyes, momentarily awe struck Jen needed to remind herself to breath. His body wasn’t as bulky as the brute but he was leaner and seemed deadlier. Sitting diagonal across his plastron was his leather harness and in his hands were twin katanas. He too had on black shorts with knees pads with some weird homemade Japanese sandals? This one made her heart race, this mutant turtle undeniably got her attention.

Her brother’s calls brought her back to the present and Jen swallowed readying her unsteady voice. “Cas, something happened to me. They changed me. Baxter Stockman injected me with a purple ooze.”

With the mention of the purple ooze Jen noticed the flinch in the two mutant turtles that turned their heads in the direction of her voice.

“What are you talking about Jen? I can hear you but I can’t see you? What’s going on?”

“Casey you have to promise not to freak out please. This is hard enough for me already.” She could hear her own voice trembling as she spoke.

Casey straightened his back preparing himself for whatever he was about to see and nodded.

This was her older brother, he would love her no matter what she had to remind herself. Jen took a deep breath and felt her skin scrawl for a few seconds and she stepped forward into the light. She watched her older brothers eyes widen in shock his mouth opening in a silent gasp but thankfully took a step towards her instead of back his hands outstretched for his sister.

“Oh Jen.” Casey whispered.

She could hear the two mutant turtles behind her brother breaths hitch and whisper at the same time, “What the shell?”

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frejahertziswritingthistime · 7 years ago

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Teenage kicks Chapter 3

A/N: Jesus Christ, my friends, I had NOT expected this story to be so well-liked! I’m over the moon with gratitude, for everyone who loves this story. I am completely in love with it as well (I mean, I get to write Teen!Dean, so, you know), and I’m really glad you guys seem to like it as much as I do. This was requested by @theboundlesssoul, and thank you for that!

This story is dedicated to the always amazing @redeyedvixen who’s such a perfect human being. Thank you, for being my friend! If you like this story, show some love for it – it makes me want to keep writing, every time I see a new notification for this!

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Warnings: Language, SMUT, angry!!!Sex. I wilkl mark it with a * when the sexy stuff starts and ends, if you are uncomfortable reading it.

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DEAN POV

Summer 1995

It had been a full two weeks, since John went off hunting with Martin, which meant two full weeks at Bobby’s with his brother and that girl. He had, at the beginning, thought he might win her over, at least for a night, but she was stubborn as shit – she never even glanced at him, and whenever he was trying to talk to her, she would scoff and turn her head away. He thought of it as a challenge. She didn’t like him, and he knew he had fucked up royally, when he had talked to her on the first day, but he kind of wanted to make it better – not that he cared about her, per se, but because… Well, he didn’t really know why.

He was sitting outside, drinking a beer (stolen from Bobby’s fridge, when he hadn’t been looking), and he had shrugged off his leather jacket and flannel, so he could sit in the sun in his t-shirt, savoring the feeling of the sun on his bare arms. He was scouting the area around him – he knew that she was outside, probably with her little, black book, she always carried around, and he was in a mood; sue him, he wanted to tease her a little. She flushed bright red, and her upper lip curled a little, while her eyes flashed, every time he would say something to her – even though she never said anything back, but whatever. He suddenly spotted a huddled figure under a big tree to his left, and he smirked – she was sitting in the shade of the tree, her nose buried in that goddamn book, her pen furiously scribbling on the pages. She was a little pretty, he thought, even with the crooked teeth. She had thrown her hair haphazardly into a bun, strand of hair hung loosely around her face, and she was wearing a pair of blue shorts, along with an oversized t-shirt. Dean grinned and stood up, his beer clutched tightly in his hand, as he walked over to her.

He was about to say something very snarky, when he realized tears were dripping from her eyes, and he stopped abruptly. He had never been very good at feelings or tears, for that matter, and he was about to turn on his heel, when she spoke. “You’ve come to say some more shit?” Her voice was broken, cracking in odd places – she must have kept quiet all day and her crying hadn’t been helping her. It was kind of… Sad. He sighed and sat down next to her. “Maybe. Depends on how bad you’re feeling.” Fuck, he never should have sat down – her eyes flickered to him, wet with tears, and she sighed. He wasn’t used to her being quiet or not having some sort of insult on the fly, and it worried him. She closed her book slowly, running her fingers along the ridges, the pages created. Dean noticed that her nails were polished in a deep, dark blue color – almost black. “Why do you need to be here, right now, assclown?” She said. Not of her bite went into the words, despite the insult, and Dean furrowed his brows. He didn’t answer but handed her the beer. She took a grateful sip from it.

They sat in silence for a while, Dean’s eyes trained everywhere but at her face, and she was sitting silently crying by his side. Fuck, he hated tears. They made him uncomfortable. “I got dumped.” She said in a small voice. Dean’s eyes flickered to her. “He, uhm… He wasn’t like my one true love or anything, but…” She sighed and looked at Dean. “He was a dick. I liked him, and I sort thought he did too, but he never even… He just told me that I wasn’t even like a girl, I looed awful, and he wouldn’t want to be seen with someone like me.” She sniffed a little, drying her eyes. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, but I guess I just need someone to know. My dad isn’t exactly the talkative type.” She pointed to the fading bruise on her cheekbone. “Besides, he would kill me, if he knew I had a boyfriend.” Dean nodded, understanding her completely – hunters were protective. “So, what? You just let him go?” Dean asked. He didn’t know why he kept the conversation going, and he hadn’t decided if he should say something mean, but it was as if his mouth talked without his brain following. She laughed and snorted, throwing her head back. “What do you think you ass? I broke his nose. I am a daughter of a hunter, you know.” She smirked at him. “Still hurt like hell, though.” Dusk was settling around them, the warmth from the sun slowly disappearing. She shivered lightly. Dean didn’t even think about it, but turned to her, cupped her face, and placed a light kiss on her lips. It wasn’t meant to be anything, it was more a comfort, really, but she sighed gently against his lips, and he couldn’t help himself – he slid his tongue against hers, and his hand traveled to the back of her head, tugging her hair gently. Her small hands went to his shoulders, not to push him away, but to hold tight to something, and she smiled into the kiss. Dean broke away. “He didn’t deserve you, anyway.” He stood up and brushed the back of his pants clean from grass and dirt. She looked up at him, unmoving. “Great talk, no-name.” He whispered and then, he winked at her before going back to the house, cursing himself.

What the fuck had that been about?

Present day

Dean glared at Y/n, as she moved silently around, putting the empty containers from their food in the waste-basket. Sam was sleeping, sprawled out on the bed and snoring gently, and she hadn’t said a word to him, since she got back. He wasn’t sure what to say to her – she was obviously angry with him, and he didn’t want to make that worse, but at the same time, it felt awkward to not say anything at all. “Soo….” He started, but she whipped around. “Shut up. Please, can we just… Not?” She said as she pinched the bridge of her nose – she did that a lot, he noted. She was still dressed in her black leggings and tank-top, but she had removed the holster from her leg and the sheath from her belt, and Dean had squirmed uncomfortably as she did; it had to be one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. She had grown up – a lot – from that summer. Her face had become less round, and more defined, her freckles still prominent, but her teeth had gotten straight (he couldn’t help but to smile at the image of her in braces, ganking monsters), and her body had gone from gangly and thin to very well curved and full. She was gorgeous. “I get you don’t like me and all, but...” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, I’m not here to play nice or kiss and make up with you, you goddamn idiot. I might’ve been nice, if you hadn’t ruined the single most important hunt, I’ve ever had.” She pointed a finger at him. “Besides, you haven’t changed from your 16-year old self, so I’m really not going to give you any fucking chances, dude.” She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms – effectively pushing her boobs a little higher, and Dean’s gaze flickered down to them. She huffed. “Seriously?” She let her arms hang down. He smirked. “Fuck, okay, you don’t like me, that’s fine, but by the looks of him” Dean pointed to Sam, “and your skills, we’re going to be stuck for a little while, so could you maybe try to give me a goddamn chance?” He said, annoyance coloring his words slightly. She lifted her eyebrows and glared at him. “Let me think. No. For all I care, you can go and rot in hell, but I’ve heard you’ve already been, so…” She smirked. “I’m only doing this, because I like Sam, not you. I’m only patching you up, because Sam would be angry, if I didn’t. Now, can we try to not act civil, and just avoid talking at all?” She said before bending down to the fridge, grabbing a beer. Dean went to his duffel-bag and pulled a bottle of Johnny Walker out. “Or we can get shitfaced, and then go back to you hating me tomorrow?” he shook the bottle, the contents slushing against the sides. She rolled her eyes but sat down in front of him anyway. “Fucking fine, Winchester. I still don’t like you.”

An hour later, and they had finished off the bottle of Johnny, and half of the beers in the fridge – insults were being hurled around, but they had a somewhat decent conversation in between glares and insults. “Whatever, dickwad, like that’s a big feat.” She scowled before chugging the remainder of her beer. Dean chuckled. “Tell me something…” He started, but she burped (honest to god burped like a goddamn sailor, in front of him), and held a finger up in front of him. “Fuck no, Winchester. No personal shit. Last time I did that with you, I got fucked over, so keep it to yourself.” He considered for a moment. “How about this? We make it into a little drinking game. If you refuse to answer, you drink, if you answer, I drink, and vice versa.” He smirked at her. She shrugged. “Fine. I’m too drunk to care, anyway.” She twisted the cap off on a new beer and leaned back in her chair. “What happened to your dad?” She flashed him a look of pure hatred. “Really? That’s the first fucking… Fine. He got a little love bite from a vampire, and I took his head off.” Dean drank a sip of beer but didn’t push further on the subject – it was never easy talking about lost ones, even if they were dick-bags like Martin. “You really got pulled from hell by an angel?” She asked. “yup.” He didn’t elaborate, but she didn’t push it. Thank fucking god. “Why do you hate me?” He asked quickly, and immediately hated himself for sounded somewhat affected. He wasn’t, he just didn’t like not knowing. She sighed, and her eyes scanned his face. “You really don’t remember, do you?” She took a sip of beer. “Fuck it, I’m not telling.” He frowned and was about to open his mouth, while he leaned forward to touch her knee, but she cut him off, her voice lilting with anger. “You know, fuck you, Winchester. You waltz in here, think you’re hot shit, because your name is known, and you fuck everything up for me. Then, you try to flirt with me, without even knowing my goddamn name, and you try to act as if you can get in my pants. Listen, the cutesy conversations about how life’s been treating me, isn’t going to work. I don’t give a fuck about you, and I actually regret letting you out of those fucking ropes, right about now.” She huffed angrily. “You try to flirt your way into my bed, and fucking guess what? I don’t want you in my bed, and I honestly think it’s fucking hilarious that you think you’d ever get to do that with me.” She stood, legs slightly spread in front of him, and anger flooded him – he stood up, towering over her and narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re a bitch, you know that? You act so high and mighty, because you saved us, but you can’t even try to have a civil talk with me, unless you get shitfaced first, and you refuse to tell me why. You’re fucking insane, that’s what you are.” “Aw, did I hurt your itsy-bitsy feelings, Winchester? Not used to be turned down?” She sneered. He leaned forward a little bit, their chests almost touching – he could feel heat radiating off her. “Shut your fucking mouth.” He spat. She sneered again and poked him in the chest. “Make me, asshole.” She was glaring at him, eyes shooting daggers, and her tongue darted out and wet her lip – he broke.**

He caught her lips with an angry growl, wrapping his arms tightly around her, angrily clawing at her tank top, while she tugged harshly on his hair. He growled and moved his hands to her ass, grabbing her tightly to lift her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him – but before he could do anything else, she twisted her body in a fast motion, and he was on the ground, her straddling him with a wicked smile. “Fuck you, Dean.” He growled, and he grabbed her hair, tugging it – she moaned, and the sound went straight to his already hard cock, making it twitch uncomfortably against his jeans. She ground her hips down, her pussy grinding against his clothed length. He groaned at the feeling, and she moaned as well, before her hand went to the front of his t-shirt and something shiny caught Dean’s eye. A small knife was in her hand, and he briefly wondered if she was pissed enough to kill him, but she merely smirked and lifted his shirt a little, before putting the knife through it, ripping it to shreds. He growled; that was fucking hot, and she sneered at him. Something primal came over him, and he grabbed her around her waist, before flipping them over; her back smacking against the carpeted floor - it was like a wrestling match, her hands trying to find purpose on his back, her legs around his waist, while he pinned her down with his weight and tore her flimsy fucking tank-top in two; her chest heaved. She shot a quick glance over at the bed, where Sam was still out could, before she opened her mouth. “I fucking loved that shirt, you asshole!” She grunted, but he didn’t care – he kissed her again, fighting for dominance, and bit her lip; she mewled against him, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand went to his back pocket to pull out a condom, and he stilled his ministrations against her for a brief second, to unzip his jeans. She lifted her hips a little, pushing her leggings and underwear down as much as she could, with him in between her legs. He could see how fucking turned on she was, and it spurred him on; his cock twitched again, and he pulled out from the strict confines of his jeans, keeping careful watch of her expression, when she saw it. She glanced up at him with a sexy smirk on her lips. “It’s not worth much, if you can’t use it, big boy.” She said. He simply growled at her words and plunged two fingers inside of her. He grinned wickedly up at her. “You say you don’t like me, so who are you so fucking wet for, huh?” She moaned and let her hips roll, as he started to pump in and out of her faster and faster, his fingers glistening in the dim light, and she mewled and moaned, scratching everything she could reach – she really didn’t go down without a fight, but he could feel her getting close to her orgasm. Her breathing was ragged, and she twitched under him, her hands slamming down next to her, as she arched up – he could feel her dripping pussy tighten around his finger, and he chuckled under his breath, as her walls fluttered, and her pussy clenched around his fingers. She came hard, and he let her ride it out on his fingers, her small hand around his wrist, keeping his hand in place. “Fuck you.” She whispered, her eyes still closed. “No, I’m going to fuck you, doll.” He said with a grin, before pushing into her – he bottomed out, and he could feel her trying to adjust to his size; her hands went to his back, trying desperately to get some skin to scratch, but his shirt hung from him, torn at the front, and he simply pushed her hands away slightly. “Fucking fuck me, Winchester!” She growled, and he smirked. “Your wish is my command.” He simply said, before pulling out, leaving nothing but his tip inside, before plunging back into her – she mewled and writhed under his, and he almost came right then and there; she was fucking sexy, and she felt like his personal heaven, fluttering around him, pulling him further into her dripping heat. He pounded into her, letting his anger take over, and her nails scratched his chest, leaving angry, read lines, and he roared at the feeling – shit, she was doing something nobody had ever done before, and he felt blessed all of the sudden. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he could her the sound of something ripping; in some way, she had managed to rip her leggings in two, freeing her a little, and he could spot a smirk on her lips, before she flipped them over – she was way stronger than he thought she was, and his cock twitched inside her at the thought; she had control, and he didn’t mind one bit. “Let me fucking finish, Winchester…” She moaned before she rolled her hips and placed her hands on his chest, supporting herself as she glided up and down on his cock, rolling her hips and making sinful sounds, as she reveled in the feeling of him stretching her. Dean almost lost his cool, as he could feel her walls flutter against the tip of his cock again, and her pace faltered a little; she was so fucking close, and he knew he was too – he wanted to have the last fucking thing to say, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and ground his heels into the ground under him, before slamming up – he hit her g-spot, and she moaned loudly, her body bucking completely over him, as her orgasm crashed over her; Dean drove his hard, twitching cock in and out of her, harder and harder, feeling her clench perfectly around him, as he chased his own orgasm. “Come on, Winchester, don’t hold back on me now…” She whispered against his ear, her breathing ragged, and he growled – he bit down on her neck, grabbing a tight hold on her perfect ass, and rammed his cock as hard as he could, up in her; she mewled at the sensation and her walls fluttered again. He roared as he came, hard, feeling her pussy milk him for all he had. She shuddered, when he finally stilled inside her, and she rolled off him with a smirk.**

“I guess that was pretty good.” Dean glared at her, as she walked over to the extra bed, stripping out of her torn clothes. He stood up and pulled the condom off, tying a knot on the end, before tossing it in the waste-basket and started removing his ripped shirt. “Only good, huh?” She cocked her head. “I can do even more, no-name.” The use of his old nickname made her eyes flared up.

“We’ll see about that.”

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boxoftheskyking · 7 years ago

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Stranger things: Steve holds a pot luck fourth of July barbeque for the gang, everyone forgets to bring something except Jonathan, and El/Jane, who brings a shit ton of eggos. Jonathan and Steve finally reconcile, the party™ man the grill and somehow only burn half the things, and pizza is ordered by the only responsible person there. Star wars: Rose and the people she tazed before Finn got to her. Or the five times Leia was impressively patient and diplomatic, and the one time she wasn't.

Thank you for the prompt! As always I am going to take a teaspoon of it and then run into an entirely different direction, with much love and affection for you.

Here’s some Stranger Things, Steve POV, OT3

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Steve, if pressed, would say that they are fine. Him, Nancy, and Jonathan. He’d say they’d reached an understanding, and he isn’t angry and he doesn’t get acid reflux when he sees her kiss Jonathan’s cheek at his locker before heading off the class. He’s eating and sleeping just fine.

Not that anyone would press, as he doesn’t really have, well. Friends. Anymore. Besides the two of them and their gaggle of almost-freshman disasters.

A few weeks after the Whole Thing (the Will-is-Possessed, Dustin-Has-a-Pet-Monster, Dustin-is-Surprisingly-Okay, Eleven-is-Back, Mad-Max-is-Almost-Eleven-Level-Scary, The-World-Almost-Ended Thing), Jonathan cornered him outside the bathroom and said, “Look, man, I’m sorry about how it all went down.”

Steve had blinked at him and said, “I think it all went remarkably well, considering. Miraculous, some might say. Straight up Deus Ex Madonna or whatever—”

“No, I—” Jonathan cut him off, then looked down at his feet like he regretted it. “Machina. I’m not talking about all the, the that, I mean me and Nancy.”

Steve’s stomach lurched up, sending that burning feeling up behind his ribs.

“Oh. Right.”

“We should have talked to you. Or Nancy should have and then I should have waited. It’s just with everything—You know. It was kind of a now or never thing and then—”

“I really don’t need to hear this,” Steve said quickly, and Jonathan flinched. “I mean, it’s fine. You don’t owe me anything. I’d say treat her well, but I know you will, and if you don’t she’s perfectly capable of, you know.” He mimed a shotgun, making a dumb little pew sound. It sounded more like a Star Wars blaster than a shotgun, and he felt ridiculous.

“Okay. Yeah.” Jonathan jerked a little, almost like he was putting out his hand to shake, but didn’t complete the action.

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other for a minute, and then Jonathan started to turn away. Possessed by God knew what, Steve said, “It’s probably for the best, anyway. I should be focusing on school. Stuff. School stuff.”

Jonathan looked confused, but he wasn’t walking away.

“I’m not doing well.” He had no idea why he was still talking. “Like, at all. So. More time to study.”

After about a hundred years of Jonathan staring wordlessly at him, Steve finally turned on his heel.

“Great, okay, bye.”

“Hey!”

Steve stopped but didn’t turn around.

“You can study with us, if you want. Sometime.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

And then Steve had fled.

It had turned into the occasional study session in the library, followed by a more regular meeting at the Byers house. After everything they’d gone through there, it was surprisingly comfortable, and he didn’t feel suffocated by their—whatever. Relationship. Love. Chemistry. Whatever. Not all the time, anyway.

Surprising himself—but not Nancy—he didn’t graduate at the very bottom of his class. He got in to Roane County Tech— “Everyone gets in, Nance.” “That is not true, Steve, and you should be proud of yourself” —which means he can still live in town and work for his dad while taking care of his generals. That’s the plan anyway.

And now the summer’s started and he’s feeling like he has to do something to memorialize the end of the most fucked up chapter of his young life. Hopefully.

So, a Fourth of July barbecue. Two years ago, it would have been the event of the summer, everyone who was everyone from Hawkins High, including alum, would have come out, and there’d be people from towns up to an hour away.

And now it’s Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and the kids. There isn’t any spiked punch, just sodas and iced tea and a shit ton of Cheetos.

Jonathan has brought nothing but his camera, though Steve saw him tuck a brown bag away beneath his chair. Mrs. Wheeler sent Nancy and Mike with a pan of hot dish which looks like death but mostly tastes like cheese and gravy.

Dustin is helping Eleven cook Eggos on the grill, because that’s what normal looks like these days. Lucas tried to fight him for the role of “Grill Master” when it came to burgers and hot dogs, but Max had snatched the tongs away at the last second and proven herself to be more than competent.

(About a month ago, Steve had a run in with Billy in the school parking lot that he thought was going to turn ugly. Before any blood was spilled, Max had zoomed up, kicked her skateboard up into her hands and glared her brother down. “Steve counts as one of my friends, asshole,” she’d growled, and Billy had spit on Steve’s shoes and taken off.

“Still scared of you, huh?”

Max looked around, then leaned in and said quietly, “Wanna know how I do it?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Every time he starts acting like too much of an asswipe, I wait til he gets really drunk and passes out, and then I sneak into his bedroom and I stand at the end of his bed with my hair all—” she shakes her head so her face is mostly hidden— “and I just point at him and stand super still. And then, Mike gave me this toy he has, this really sick raptor, and when you pull on it’s leg it screeches. So I do that so he wakes up and go all uggghhhhh.” She twists her head and bugs out her eyes, and Steve has to admit it’s creepy as hell.

“That’s fucking disturbing,” he says.

She grins. “He thinks it’s a nightmare. He’s had night terrors for ages.”

Steve wonders if the rest of the kids appreciate how lucky they are to have her on their side.)

Will and Mike are playing some variation of rock-paper-scissors that involves a weird amount of hopping around on one foot and yelling.

Every time he loses, Will gives a delighted little giggle that carries all the way into the house. It makes Steve grin every time. He doesn’t know the little guy very well, but it sure is nice to hear him sounding like a normal thirteen year old.

It’s also nice to see Jonathan’s private little smile every time he hears it.

Steve catches Nancy’s eye just then, and there’s something in her face that tells him she’s noticed him noticing Jonathan. She’s cocks her head thoughtfully, and Steve strategically retreats to the kitchen. He takes a few minutes with his head in the freezer before opening the fridge to grab a beer.

“Whatcha doing?” Dustin asks, and Steve just about throws his beer across the room.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Sorry. Whatcha doing? Can I have one?”

“No, you can’t have a beer.”

“Aw, come on, it’s not like I’m driving.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No, dumbass.”

Dustin sighs. “Fine. I hope you’re prepared for a bunch of really sugared up and caffeinated kids, though. Because I for one have had six Diet Cokes and I’m not ready to quit.”

“If you have to puke, use the bathroom.”

Steve ruffles his hair and heads back out to the pool.

“Alcohol is a depressant, Steve! You’ll be wishing I was drunk in about an hour, mark my words.”

“Alcohol?” Jonathan is suddenly right at his elbow, and he just about has a heart attack for the second time in as many minutes. Jonathan doesn’t seem to notice, instead snapping a picture of Eleven tripping Lucas into the pool.

“Want a beer?”

Jonathan grins at him. “I can do you one better,” he says. “Think the kids will be okay for a while?”

Steve looks over the group, catching Nancy’s eye and jerking his head towards the house.

“Hey, little shits!” he yells. “Adults are going inside. No drowning, no wandering in the woods, no setting shit on fire.”

“Okay!” Will shouts back before cannon ball-ing into the pool.

“El,” Steve says. “You’re in charge. Any nonsense, you come find us. Deal?”

She nods seriously at him, and he can’t not smile and give her a little salute.

What Jonathan has is a bottle of Vodka and one of club soda.

“It’s from that Baumann guy. The reporter who broke the story about Barbara. Well, the fake story.”

“Hey, man, I look no horses in the mouth.” Internally, he kicks himself. There’s something about Jonathan Byers that turns him into a complete idiot.

Nancy comes into the den with three glasses and sets herself down beside them, the last corner of their weirdo triangle.

They toast each other wordlessly, grinning at each other after the first burning sip.

“Damn, Wheeler. You make ‘em strong.”

Nancy blushes, but then takes a long swallow without breaking eye contact. Steve’s brain misses a step, free falls.

As Steve is pouring each of them a second drink, he notices Nancy and Jonathan having some kind of wordless conversation. The beer and vodka mix with the acid in his stomach and he doesn’t look up at them after handing back the glasses. He’s about to say something about checking on the kids when Nancy reaches out and puts a hand on his knee.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Hey, Nancy,” he says, and waves, because he is an idiot.

“We were thinking. And talking. Have been talking. For a while.”

“A long while,” Jonathan pipes up.

Steve looks down at Nancy’s hands. He knows how long they’ve been talking, because he knows how long they’ve been dating, and he really doesn’t need to hear about it.

“Something isn’t right,” Nancy says, and that makes him look up.

“What, like with Will? Eleven? Is that fucking—” he doesn’t realize he’s halfway to his feet until he feels Jonathan’s hand wrap around his wrist and tug him back down.

“No, man, nothing like that. Sorry. That’s not what she means.”

“I mean with us. There’s something not right with me and Jonathan.”

Steve stares at her. There’s no way they’re coming to him for relationship advice. Nancy’s reckless and Jonathan’s a spaz but they’re not cruel, they’ve never been intentionally hurtful. He can’t think of a thing to say, but he must get his point across because Nancy’s face crumples.

“I’m doing it all wrong. I’m saying it wrong. Jonathan, say something.”

Steve suddenly realizes that Jonathan hasn’t let go of his wrist. He looks up, and Jonathan is staring at him, brows furrowed, like he’s trying to read his mind, or figure out some kind of code, or maybe like he’s taking a photo in his head, taking note of the light and shadow and the way Steve’s heart has started bleeding out through his eyes.

Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but he shifts his hand down to clasp Steve’s fingers. Steve looks down at it, dumbly. Jonathan shifts again, sliding his fingers in between Steve’s, locking them together, palm to palm.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and his voice is dry and scratchy.

“I— Um, okay,” Steve says.

Nancy moves her hand up from his knee, flattening her palm over his thigh. He looks up at her, then over at Jonathan, then down at both their hands.

“Wait. What?” He feels like he’s on the precipice of something, like he’s taking a timed exam and he knows he could figure out the answer if he just had more time, if he could just be in a quiet room by himself, not listening to twenty-five pencils scratching and the clock ticking and the teacher tapping her heel against the leg of her chair.

Nancy takes a deep breath and slides her hand up to his hip, then up under his shirt. He stops breathing.

“Okay?” she asks.

“I— I’m not hurt.” He’s not sure why he says it. But he can’t think of a reason for her to— for them to— unless. “I’m fine. Guys, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m—”

Nancy lurches forward and kisses him.

For the first and only time in his life, he doesn’t kiss Nancy Wheeler back. She pulls away and her face is burning red.

“Do you want—” she starts, then turns to Jonathan.

Jonathan’s mouth is open, gaping, and his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip and Steve suddenly has something wrapped around his lungs. Maybe the monsters are back, maybe something’s behind him and has just punctured through the center of him, maybe he’s been dead for months and is only just getting the memo.

And then Jonathan is kissing him, and is still holding his hand, and he tastes like vodka and ketchup and something suddenly, finally, slots into place. Steve opens his mouth, probably to say something stupid like “Aha,” or maybe “Eureka” or “Holy goddamn shit,” but Jonathan slips his tongue into his mouth and he can’t say anything but a groan in the back of his throat.

When they break apart, Steve is pretty sure he’s having a heart attack. He can’t seem to catch his breath, and his mouth feels wet and warm and Nancy is smiling at him so widely and simply, no disappointment and no secrets and no shame at all, just happiness.

And Steve says, broken and quiet and way too exposed, “Really?”

And Nancy tackles him to the ground, kissing his cheek and his neck and giggling into his ear, “Yes, yes, Steve, yes.” And Jonathan still has his hand, and he let’s himself be pulled down next to them, laughing, with his hair in his eyes. And somehow Steve has an armful of each of them and he shuts his eyes and breathes in, full and healthy and strong, it feels like, for the very first time.

#assorted writings #stranger things #fic #nancy x steve x jonathan

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Big Brother Sims: S01E01 - It’s Like Ka-Chow!

Padma: Good evening. I’m Padma Patel and you better be ready for a group of people like you’ve never seen before. They are about to take part in one of the greatest games of all time. Welcome to Big Brother Sims!

Padma: This is a house like no other, filled with cameras that will capture their every move.

Padma: And microphones that will capture their every word. You can’t escape yourself in here.

Padma: Each episode, they will vote to evict one of their own, until only one remains to claim the prize of one million simoleons. Now, let’s meet our houseguests.

Genevieve: Hi, my name is Genevieve Friege, aka Her Majesty, Claudette. I’m a proud Native American trans woman and I do drag as my own persona, Her Majesty, Claudette. And I love dragging! It’s part of who I am and how I managed to cope with many terrible things that happened to me as I grew up. I totally feel like that has prepared me to face this game. I’m about to shine on this house!

King: I’m the King of this game, better get that check written with my name. No kidding, my name is Alex King, but I go by my last name because I’m just that good. I love parties, working out and being successful like I always am. I’m currently on law school and I plan to have this whole house wrapped around my fingers. I’ll flirt with any girl or boy if they’re into it to make sure I move further, believe me.

Kalani: Oh my god this is exciting! I can’t believe I got picked. I’m Kalani Millington and if you look up entertaining on a dictionary, you’re gonna find a pic of me. I hate ignorant people and I will make sure they understand that. I will cause trouble, I will be dramatic and I know I will regret it all, but I sure will love to have my home friends make fun of me for that forever.

Jared: You guys probably know me already, but yeah, this is Jared Dalsgaard, the singer. I’m here to try out something different and see how I end up doing in this game. I’m usually very shy and have tons of trouble socializing, but I will try my best to not let that or my famous career get in the way of my win. I need to prove to myself that I can beat others at a social game and not let fame get to my head.

Padma: And this is it for our first four houseguests. Please go on and enter the Big Brother House!

The four enter the house and go exploring immediately. As they split up, conversations about the game already start to pop up.

King: As I walk in, I realize right away that I’m standing beside the Jared Dalsgaard. And man, this game is all about big targets. My strategy will be exactly to keep those kinds of people around so that my own seems small when compared to theirs. So obviously, first thing I do is pull him aside and ask him if he wants to play with me.

King: I knew it! You really are Jared!

Jared: Yup, you caught me.

King: Man, I sure would love to work with you. Big targets like you and me have to work together.

Jared: You know what? That wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Jared: With King, I’m telling him a little bit of what he wants to hear, but he actually makes a good point. My biggest fear coming in was that everyone would get together and gang up on me but they actually are being very open to work with me and that’s great short-term. And damn, if people want to socialize with me, I may be better at this than I thought.

The camera goes back to Padma as it’s time to meet more houseguests.

Chris: My name is Chris Harding, and I’m totally the Captain America stereotype. I play football since I was 14 and after college I started playing it professionally. I know people think that players are jerks and bad guys, but I try to deconstruct that idea. I consider myself a nice and gentle soul and that’s how I plan to play this game, without any unnecessary lying or backstabbing. By the way, I’m also representing bisexuals! So go #TeamBi!

Cass: I. Can. Not. Believe. This. Is. Happening. OMG! I’m the biggest superfan of everything game and reality show-related, so you can imagine how I’m feeling right now. I’m loud, I’m boisterous. I like to be the center of attention and you better accept it or get out of my way. I’m a waitress at a Keg, but I spend most of my free time with activism since injustice to me is the biggest poison of this world. If I win, I’m donating most of the money to help people in need.

Tommy: Hell yeah! I’m Tommy Parkinson and I’m here to take risks. I just recently got out of school and unfortunately got kicked out by my parents after wasting all of my college money on gambling and losing all of it. I’m currently living with my aunt and uncle and I plan to use this money to deal with my gambling addiction and help my family who has supported me far more than they needed to.

Esme: I’m Esme Greenwood and I am the definition of a strong woman. Sometime ago I had a tough time getting beat up and I had to step up my game and ended up looking jacked like this. I then pursued a career as a correctional officer and you better believe that those kids are afraid of this beast. I also just got divorced and with the state my mind is in right now, Big Brother might be the best thing to help me get back on track.

Padma: Congratulations for making it in, guys! Now go on inside the house!

The four enter the house and more groups start to form.

Tommy: You know, I’m a bro kind of guy, and to me nothing better than making a bros alliance. I already liked Chris and know he will be able to help me out and as we entered and I saw King, that was it. My final three was sealed.

King: This here can get us very very far, guys. If you’re down, I’m too. And we’ll wreck this game together.

Chris: I’m in.

Tommy: I’m super in. Seriously guys, you’re my final three.

King: Cool for me. We’re gonna be like, The Secret Squadron.

Chris: Haha, best alliance name ever!

Chris: Tommy and King seem like very nice guys. And those are the kind of guys I want to play this game with. I think if we stick together there’s no way we can lose this.

The camera once again returns to Padma as it’s time to meet the last four houseguests.

Jazz: Hey ya’ll, this is Jazzra Simpson talking, but I’ll probably answer only if you call me Jazz. I grew up very poor and even had to drop out of school to support my family and through so much effort and a little bit of luck, I managed to get a gig as a personal assistant to a celebrity. Thanks to that my family now can have a full meal everyday. Also, that job taught me how to deal with huge egos, and I believe that’s what’s going to lead me to win this game.

Syncopation: My true name is Shawn Vodolski but the public probably knows me as The Syncopation. Yes, this rockstar and villain with a capital V is here to bring chaos and conflict to this entire house. I’m going to flirt with all the dumb women, stab everyone in the back, basically do everything I can to win. And you better believe that I will go down in Big Brother Sims history!

Tameka: Nice to meet you, I’m Tameka Johnson and I’m from Jamaica. I’m very proud of my extra-dark skin tone and through all the hardships I went through because of it, my mind is ready for any pressure this game can bring. I love fashion, I love my wife and daughter and I love being a social magnet. But be aware, because if you do or say things that I dislike, I WILL snap on you without remorse.

Pratyush: Hello, my name is Pratyush Takalikar and even though I look like this, I’m actually just 20. I would describe myself as a very cold and calculating person, and that’s about it. I plan to win this game because winning is the thing I love the most in this whole world. Like, c’mon, is there any feeling better than the one you get when you win anything? Just leave me away from the whiny brats and the prize is mine.

Padma: It’s time to get you guys inside too! Go, go, go!

As they walk in, some of the houseguests are already making deals.

Syncopation: You know, I saw this Pratyush guy beside me and knew he was gold. I just looked for the closest dumb women and that was it. Our final four was closed in. My flirt never fails me.

Syncopation: Big targets, you and me. Guys who have no problem being ruthless. This is final two.

Pratyush: Works for me, for real.

Syncopation: Then let’s call over those two right there.

Genevieve: That truly is the dumbass Syncopation, isn’t it? I hate the guy, but like, I’m not stupid. He is the perfect guy to go to the end with and beat. So I’m totally ok with this alliance specially because he will always be a bigger target than myself.

Genevieve: If it works for you guys, I can be 100% loyal to you.

Esme: Sounds good.

Syncopation: Then it’s perfect for me. I mean, for us. The Silent Assassins.

Syncopation: How can women be so dumb? Jesus Christ!

Esme: First chance I get I’m dropping this alliance. I mean, I don’t mind playing the villain, but the guy is too much of a jerk.

Suddenly, the camera goes back once again to Padma.

Padma: If you thought we were over, you’re clearly not ready for a summer full of twists. Let’s meet the Oak twins.

Danielle: My name is Danielle Oak and I’m the personification of a party animal. If you say party, I say I’m in! I also love hot guys, flirting (with girls too, since I don’t mind) and starting relationships. Ending them, not so much. I’m currently working as a yoga instructor since I dropped out of college and my parents stopped supporting me because of it. I plan to start an all-girls alliance and dominate this show. Let’s get the party started!

Diego: I’m Diego Oak and... Hmm... This is tough, man. Hahaha. Well, I’m very shy and geekish and I usually don’t know what to say to people. I mean, I don’t know. I guess. One thing about me is that while I’m very good with computers and got my Computer Science degree, I don’t want to work with that. Yep, sorry mom and dad. I actually love cooking and hope to use the money from the show to become a chef and open my own restaurant.

Padma: Danielle and Diego, you both will enter the house right now. But don’t get too happy, because by tomorrow, one of you will already have left. And the twist is... The one leaving will be evicted by the public. Now go inside! And our cast is finally complete.

Tameka: Coming in, my plan was to make an alliance with all the older people. But guess what, I’m the only one older than 31 in this entire freaking house. So I’m settling for anyone who I think I will be ok with. And as I see those twins entering the house and the girl who, to me, is the clear favorite to stay, I knew I could use the whole awkward situation to get her on my side. And then grab some other chick, scream girl power and we’re set.

Danielle: Girls, I’m not kidding. From casting till now all I’ve said is that I plan on having an all girls alliance. And to see it coming to fruition, it’s just to good to be true.

Jazz: Oh my god, yes. If you end up staying and we all work together, we could possibly be in the end.

Tameka: That would be perfect. And most of them would not expect me to be working with ya’ll.

Jazz: This alliance, it’s perfection. I said I wanted to play loyal and if there’s a group I can be completely loyal to it’s those two.

Danielle: Oh my God, I’m so excited! Be ready, we’re gonna bamboozle every single man in this house.

While some contestants are excited about the future, some can’t even believe the present.

Cass: This is the dream, you know. And I can’t believe I’m getting to live it. This whole experience to me is about the journey. It’s about proving to myself that I can do this and I shouldn’t let people underastimate me. I had a little bit of a panic attack when I saw all those strangers, but I’m gonna pick myself up and be the same loud Cass I always have been. Game on!

Cass: Darling, that’s not how you make an omelet sandwich! Here, let me teach you!

Diego: Ok, Ms. Darden!

Cass: Call me that again and I will feed you burnt toast! Hahaha!

Diego: You know, I totally loved Cass! She’s the kind of person I feel really comfortable with and I wouldn’t mind working with her if I were to stay. Really, she’s one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever seen and so funny!

King: Well, my girlfriend will have to forgive me but I’m gonna do what I said I had to in order to win. Get my flirt on. And there’s no girl in this house who’s prettier than Jazz. I think we could make quite the power couple and I don’t expect her to turn on me anytime soon.

King: Hey, I’ve been trying to talk to you since like forever. I really like your vibes and I feel like we could do some damage together.

Jazz: Honestly, I was expecting this to be more than just game talk.

King: Well, if you’re down for it, so am I. Like, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

Jazz: Oh, don’t say that, I’m gonna get embarassed.

King: Ugh, on top of it all you’re also funny. Are you sure you’re single?

Jazz: Hahaha, yes I am. But I’m also playing with you a little bit.

King: Yeah, I sensed you were quite the clever little girl from the moment we started this conversation.

Jazz: Really? How so?

King: I don’t know, you just have a very strong aura. Very, very intelligent.

Jazz: Oh you’re gonna get me embarassed again.

King: Don’t worry, this time I’m not flirting. I’m just saying I respect you as a player and will take care when it comes to you.

Jazz: Then I’m gonna do the same when it comes to you.

Jazz: You know, King is very dangerous. But I would like to keep him by my side because it’s better to keep a dragon like that with a pretty tight leash. And when it comes the time, this clever little girl will slay the dragon. Yeah, he’ll regret calling me that.

Padma: Houseguests, it’s time to evict one of the twins. Let’s get together in the living room.

Padma: Hello, houseguests. It’s finally time.

Padma: And with only 33.4% of the public vote...

Padma: Diego, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house. Please grab your belongings and say your goodbyes.

Diego: You know I wish you all the best, right?

Danielle: I’m sure of that *sobbing*

Diego: Now stop crying and bring them hell. There’s no alliance stronger than the one we have, girl.

Danielle: You know, the reason why I was crying and sobbing and making a fool of myself so much is because, even though it hadn’t always been like that, me and my brother are very close. There’s no one I wish I could have this experience with other than him. And I’m gonna keep playing for the both of us. Thanks, public at home.

Padma: Let’s welcome Diego!

Padma: Welcome back, Diego! Why do you think it didn’t work out?

Diego: Well, I think my sister is just a beast. There’s no way I could compete with her or cause the amount of damage she’s about to cause.

Padma: Oh, I have to say, you’re one of the funniest little quirky characters I’ve ever seen. You’ll be very missed.

Diego: Thank you so much, Padma!

King: You know, as soon as I saw that girl crying like that, I knew what I had to do. Since I can’t go flirt with her right away since I’m working on Jazz, I told Chris exactly what he had to do and he made some magic happen. I mean, he’s no King, but the chick quit crying quite fast.

Danielle: Thanks for being here for me, honestly. This is pretty tough.

Chris: You can count on me whenever you want. I hate seeing a pretty girl like you crying like this.

Danielle: Oh, stop it, silly!

As the houseguests start to spread, Padma suprises them with some news.

Padma: Houseguests, the night is not over. It’s time for our first Head of Household competition.

Danielle: Welp, I’m throwing that. All eyes are already on me, I don’t need any more attention. Actually, I plan on throwing every single thing I can unless I absolutely need to win it.

Syncopation: Of course I’m throwing, are you insane? There’s no one targeting me anytime soon.

Esme: I’m gonna prove why I came here right away and win this first HoH to set the tone of the game.

Popsicle Factory The Houseguests enter the backyard to see sixteen popsicles hanging down. They must hang on one. If they fall, they are eliminated. The last Houseguest remaining will become the first Head of Household!

Cass and Kalani drop out very fast. The Syncopation follows right behind, terribly pretending not to be throwing. Genevieve and Jared fall around the thirty minute mark. After quite some time, the bigger guys go down. King and Chris are the first. Danielle, tired of pretending, follows them and Pratyush falls shortly after. Tameka, proving herself, gets too tired after the two-hour mark. Tommy falls around the four-hour mark with his arms hurting. The top two are Esme and Jazz. Unknown to the other houseguests, they strike a deal.

Esme: Girl, congratulations. I really can’t do this anymore. If I drop, you promise to keep me safe?

Jazz: Yup, and not only now, we’re going far together.

Esme: I’m gonna put my trust on you then.

Esme finally drops and Jazz is crowned the very first Head of Household.

Jazz: Can you freaking believe it?! Mom and dad, I became the first HoH! What the hell?! I promise you this is just the beginning.

Pratyush: You know, I really like Esme and she’s a member of my alliance so I wanted to check in with her to see how she was feeling after that challenge.

Esme: I’m just so pissed that I was too weak to keep going. And I hate being weak.

Pratyush: Are you crazy? If there’s one thing you proved today is that you’re the strongest bitch in this house.

Esme: Hahaha, when you put it like that... But then it’s terrible in a whole different way.

Pratyush scores a goal and wins 6-1.

Pratyush: You better pay attention and not let your emotions get the best of you, girl. Or else you’ll screw yourself over.

Esme: Things couldn’t be any worse now. I just hope Jazz sticks to our deal.

King: Now it’s time for the fun. We’re finally going to decide who we’ll put on the block. For that, we get all of the Secret Squadron and the girls together.

King: We have to put up Esme.

Danielle: I disagree, I think she’s a huge shield for all of us and we should be looking for the ones escaping by the sidelines right now.

Jazz: Yes, Dani said it all. We have to get some of the sketchier ones out. Pratyush, for an example, was clearly one of the strongest ones but also much more clever than she was in hiding it.

Tommy: Cool, but then we still have to decide on who to put as a pawn alongside him.

Jazz: Well, that’s gonna be a tough one.

Chris: Hey, not to sound like I don’t care about what you guys are saying, but what will we call this alliance?

King: Hmm, good question. Well, we are some of the youngest memebers of the cast, so something along those lines?

Chris: Youngsters?

Jazz: Nah, I don’t like that.

Tommy: How about the Pop Kids?

Everyone remains silent.

King: You know what? I’m into it just because of how ridiculous it sounds.

Jazz: Jesus, the Pop Kids? What a dumb name. But I kinda love it? What is this house doing to me? Besides that, the guys are ok with getting rid of Pratyush, which works for me. I’m doing all of this to guarantee we have a male first boot.

King: You know, Tommy is scared to death that the girls have an all female thing going on. Do I believe it? Not a chance in the world. And even if they do, which could be true, it’s only a matter of time until their own cattiness makes them implode.

Syncopation: Right now, it’s time to put my plans into action and make as many allies as I can. The thing is, I know what the people’s perception of me is. And I know just how sweet a final two deal with me sounds.

Syncopation: How does a final two with me sound to you?

Syncopation: You and me, final two.

Syncopation: Yes, I do believe your best chance is in a final two with me.

Genevieve: You know, Shawn is quite the character. I know he’s going around promising final two’s to everyone and I tried to talk him out of it but he’s too blind to see straight.

Syncopation: I feel like I’ve been extremely succesful. Every single one of these people honestly believes that I want to go to the end with them. Like, how much easier could this get?

Jazz: Shawn, oh, Shawn. You’re just making my life easier for me with all this sketchiness. You’re the perfect pawn and it’s gonna be gold to see your reaction when you’re put on the block.

Syncopation: They really ain’t ready for The Syncopation. It’s like ka-chow! When they least expect it!

Jazz calls the houseguests to the living room as it’s time for the nomination ceremony.

Jazz: I have nominated you, Pratyush, as I feel like you’re one of the biggest threats in this house. And since we didn’t really click, it’s the best I can do for my game right now.

Pratyush: Sure, do your thing.

Jazz: I have also nominated you, Shawn, as a pawn. You’re full of schemes and cannot be trusted by anyone in this house.

The Syncopation is clearly shocked.

Syncopation: I cannot believe you would betray me like that. You’ll regret this.

Jazz: You know what? At this point I couldn’t care less about which one of the two go. Shawn thinks he can get me scared? Oh go to hell! He’s everything I despise in this world.

Syncopation: This sucks. This sucks very bad.

Pratyush: Honestly I’m very very happy that they started fighting and what not. The less of a target that makes me, the better.

After everything calmed down, the houseguests were left wondering about the options that Jazz had and started to wonder about the whereabouts of a certain player.

Cass: You know, I was left wondering where the hell Kalani was this whole time. No one ever sees her and we have no idea of what she’s planning to do in the game.

Tameka: Kalani... How can I explain Kalani? She’s quite unique, that’s for sure. She just doesn’t have any idea of what she’s doing in this game.

Kalani: ...

Kalani: You know, I’ve been having the toughest time bonding with these people. They have nothing to do with me. They either have lived a tragedy or a perfect life. And I’m just... normal? And I don’t know what to do. I’m so confused.

Cass: She’s a total loose cannon. And I know for a fact she’ll screw people over just because she’s totally lost it. And it’s the first week!

Tameka: Kalani, baby girl. You’re beautiful. Now get your shit together and play this game or you will go home as collateral damage.

Jazz gets everyone together for the veto selections.

Jazz draws King.

Syncopation draws Houseguest’s choice and chooses Genevieve because she’s an ally.

Pratyush draws Tommy.

Syncopation: Well, I guess no one here will be trying to throw it, huh?

Pratyush: You can guarantee that.

It’s time for the Veto Competition!

Pool Sharks

The Houseguests will play a game of pool with large balls representing the players participating in the competition. One at a time, they will take turns trying to knock their opponent's ball into the swimming pool, eliminating them from the game. The last Houseguest remaining will win the Power of Veto.

The Syncopation, Jazz and Genevieve are the first ones out. Then, defying logic, Pratyush manages to defeat King and then Tommy.

Pratyush: Yup, I couldn’t be happier!

Genevieve: I’m glad for Pratyush, I really am. But now I’m worried for myself since Shawn just showed the whole house how close we are.

Jazz: Ugh, now it’s time for the apology tour. And I hate it.

King: I knew that guy would save himself. Now we’re exposed, screwed over and don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what should be done. But I think Jazz doesn’t want to do it for personal reasons.

Jazz: Guys, I got you together here because you’re my closest allies. And I need help to decide what to do.

Jared: We really appreaciate you for doing this, Jazz.

Danielle: Yup, don’t worry about it.

Chris: Now about who you’re putting up...

Tommy: It doesn’t really matter. As long as this Power 7 remains together, we’re solid.

King: I’ve said it and I’ll say it again. You should put up Esme.

Jazz: Sorry, but that’s the one thing I can’t. She’s a perfect shield for all of us. The whole house will want her out.

Chris: Okay, then why not Genevieve? She’s the next best thing when compared to Pratyush.

Jazz: No, but I also can’t... She’s just too unique.

King: I’m beginning to feel like you have a problem with nominating a girl...

Jazz: ...

Tameka: Don’t be silly. I have a solution for the nomination problem and also to prove there’s no all girls thing going on.

Jazz: Guys, I’m really sorry if I made you feel like I have some kind of side deal with all the girls. I should have listened to you. Truly, from the bottom of my heart.

King: It’s fine, babe.

Jazz: You know, I was really sincere with them. Even though I do have a side deal with some girls, King and the boys are also precious allies to me.

King: With this nomination, things are clear to me that even though Jazz does have some deal with the girls, she also has me as a valuable ally. And I’m gonna keep on pressing her just like I did throughout this HoH to have her do what I want.

Tameka: Jazz is playing a very dangerous game here. She is being very open about what she plans to do and I don’t know if the risk is worth it. If it is, she’s got this game figured out.

Pratyush reunites the houseguests for the Veto Ceremony.

Pratyush: I have decided to use the power of veto on myself today.

Jazz sighs and goes to the center of the room.

Jazz: I’m nominating you, Kalani, because I feel like we haven’t connected very well and I don’t know where your head is at.

Kalani: Ok, whatever.

Kalani: That was just so predictable it’s not even funny.

Tommy: Funny thing is, as soon as that ceremony was over, everyone was scrambling. Well, everyone but Kalani.

Kalani: ...

Kalani: I’m just out in the backyard, staring at the pool after taking a swim. And then I realize that if I want to have a chance to win this game, I better do something about it.

Kalani: Like, I’m doing this effort to talk to people and socialize because I just had a rough time trying to find something in common, you know?

Esme: Yes, I totally get where you’re coming from and I really appreciate you for trying to do this.

Tameka: Baby girl, as an older black woman, hear me out. You have to understand you’ll not always manage to find things in common with people. And that’s totally ok. It just means that you’re unique.

Kalani: Oh, thanks, mama!

Kalani: Honestly, I feel like I aced this. And I just hope to God it was enough to get me to stay and fight another day. I need this second chance more than anything.

Tameka: I see a lot of myself in Kalani. Lost and trying to have others accepting her when she has no need to do that. And honestly, I felt like after our conversation everything was really cleared up.

Syncopation: Honestly, I don’t think I need to do much. Besides Jazz who is a lying and betraying bitch, people would rather keep me in the game for their own sake.

Genevieve: I’m going through extra effort trying to save that dumbass just because he’s the one in trouble and since he already exposed us, him leaving would leave me even more in danger.

Genevieve: Guys, you have to work with me and take out Kalani. On top of her being a wildcard, the other girls are clearly trying to do something together and this is our best shot at stopping them.

Jared: Stop wasting your time, girl. My mind is made up.

Cass: Oh my God, did you need to be so cold?

Genevieve: My game is completely screwed, isn’t it?

Genevieve starts crying and runs away.

Cass: Jared, let me be real with you. The way you’re coming off to people, I know you have trouble with socializing and having conversations, but Jesus, there’s no need to be like that.

Jared: Are you sure she’s like that because of me? I think it’s just a matter of seeing her game fall apart.

Cass: I really feel for Jared because he doesn’t do it on purpose but I give it no time until someone drops him from their alliance. He’s so cold, like a robot! Beep, bop! Be a little more human, bro!

Jared: I really don’t see it, you know? Genevieve overreacted and so did Cass.

Genevieve: I was just so emotional and hurt, you know? I feel like it’s the pressure of the game along with everything in my life. It’s just tough. I needed to talk to someone.

Esme: Are you kidding me? Did that cornbread really say that?

Genevieve: Yes. Esme, can I be honest with you?

Esme: Sure, what is it?

Genevieve: Esme, I’m actually transgender.

Esme: Shut up! Really? Oh my God! That’s so cool!

Genevieve: Haha, you’re just so silly.

Genevieve: You know, I decided to tell her everything because for me, I can’t really bond for real with someone till they know my entire truth. And well... It’s not just that. *crying* I really need this money, man. I have been poor my entire life. I don’t remember most of my childhood because my mind just blocked it. There were just so many bad things... I remember mostly from when I was 16 on, I was homeless, but also had already came out as a transgender woman. And, despite of all my struggles, that made me so happy. Her Majesty, Claudette isn’t just a name for me. It’s who I am. It’s a character but it’s also my inner self revealed to the world. And I’m gladly showing it all to you.

Esme: I love Genevieve with all my heart. She’s my number one here. And Jared, go fuck yourself. My main goal now is to send his ass home.

Danielle: You know, the vote is coming up and I’m still quite undecided. Since I feel like voting out Kalani would be giving away the female majority, I decided to talk to her and see what she’s thinking.

Kalani: Girl, really. I just went out there and pretended I knew how to sing like I was freaking Beyoncé.

Danielle: Hahaha, you’re killing me!

Danielle: Turns out she’s totally hillarious and it’s a shame that people haven’t given her a chance.

Padma: Hello houseguests, it’s time for our very first house eviction. You will, one by one, go to the Diary Room and cast your vote to evict. First up is King.

King: Finally what I came here to do. I vote to evict The Syncopation.

Esme: I unfortunately vote to evict Kalani. Love you girl.

Cass: I vote to evict The Syncopation.

Genevieve: I hope the people who said they would vote with me vote with me. I vote to evict Kalani.

Chris: I vote to evict The Syncopation.

Pratyush: I really don’t know how this will turn out but I vote to evict Kalani.

Danielle: I vote to evict The Syncopation. You can go down in Big Brother Sims history as its very first boot.

Tommy: I vote to evict The Syncopation.

Tameka: I vote to evict Shawn. You’re a grown ass man, act like one.

Jared: For me and the many friends in the industry you screwed over, I vote to evict Shawn. There can only be one rockstar in this house.

Padma: The votes are in. And by a vote of 7-3...

Padma: The Syncopation, you have been evicted from the Big Brother house. Please grab your belongings and say your goodbyes.

Syncopation: Unbelievable...

Syncopation: You know what? Screw all of you guys! #@$!

Cass: Was that really necessary?

Chris: Yeah, man. Go home. It’s the best thing you can do right now.

Padma: Let’s welcome Shawn, aka The Syconpation!

Padma: Shawn, why did you think it didn’t work out for you?

Syncopation: They were all jealous of how unfamous I am and they are all still trying to make a career out of being reality show failures.

Padma: Really? And who are you rooting for now?

Syncopation: No one, I’m done with this shit.

Next time, on Big Brother Sims...

Did you hear what she just said? What the hell, man...

I never thought I could find someone that would be so much like my brother in this house!

This is a crazy ass plan and I doubt it will work.

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