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eureka-its-zico · 3 years ago

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Forever...(Is a long time)

Summary: Your best friend in the world just so happened to be your partner in the bureau. In a last minute request, she asks that you help her husband with their kids. Your life never mapped out anything domesticated and you didn't know the first thing about kids. But when life throws you off course you only have two options: do you turn your back on your best friend's wish or do you become the person she always knew you could be?

A/N: Here I go again. Writing another series before I ever officially finish anything else. I totally blame the fact I dreamed about this story, and after I dreamed about DILF!Jungkook...well, my brain wouldn't allow me to do anything else. As always, I hope someone out there enjoys this and that it interests someone out there. So without further ado, here is Part 1. Much love, Jenn

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: DILF!Jungkook, slow burn, friends to lover

Words: 10,435

Disclaimer: This chapter has mild violence and talks about grief.

There was always something that could be said before you went on a mission. A lot of it was chalked up to acting like you were fearless, when you were anything but. The possible unknowns always hung heavy like a storm cloud over you. Your heart beating to the tune of an unforgiving adrenaline rush that always threatened to put you over the edge. It was always a possibility your flight would take over; the fight deciding it was time to skip town. And when that moment happened, all you had to do was look to your partner beside you.

You’d been partnered with Jeon Li since basic. The two of you not starting off on the best of terms (sort of happens when you keep eating their favorite cereal...and using up their toothpaste). It took a lot of getting used to the other - learning how the other chose to operate. Li was always the more patient of the two of you. She was always looking at the ends and outs. She made sure there was a solid entrance and exit plan just in case things went south.

That was just her thing. Li was like that even off the field. If you had a girls’ day, it was planned all the way down to what time you changed into swimsuits. How long that swim lasted until the scheduled dinner time was always up for debate. It didn’t escape anyone who ever met her why she was the top field agent in, and outside, the office. Whenever someone received new intel, Li was the first one they called. She was the brains. The master behind every well thought out plan. Li lived for data and code cracking, but not so much for the messier side of field work that usually happened.

That’s where you came in. If Li was the brains you were most definitely the brawn. You were constantly chastised for not thinking and just doing.

“You always rush ahead,” she’d criticize, sounding more like a tired mother than a friend.

“It’s alright. I had it covered.”

“Oh yeah? He had a double barreled shotgun, y/n.”

“Yeah okay, well, the door more importantly had me covered.”

You showcased the half exploded door that now resembled a Dutch door. Your hands playfully swinging back the top piece like the shattered wood wasn’t going to splinter off further than it already had.

It wasn’t that you weren’t smart; you were capable of doing half of what Li could, but only half. You weren’t into looking at endless amounts of code a day trying to cypher out information or taking your time to write up incident reports when shit went sideways. You didn’t really have the patience to write out eloquently what exactly transpired between point A and B and why, when you got to C, bullets started flying.

Your superiors were quick to remind you this was categorized in their book as a, “Character flaw.” It wasn’t a character flaw to them when they sent you out begging for results, but that was an argument for a different day. Today, you were sitting here in the helicopter, your best friend reading off the debrief while you double checked your weapons, and asking you why you never settled down.You were in the middle of holstering your browning high-power and rolling your eyes at Li’s latest attempt at getting you to find a steady relationship...or home.

“Seriously, y/n, at some point you’re going to find someone who is going to make you stop running.”

You couldn’t keep the snort from escaping you. Your hands pulling tightly on the velcro of your bulletproof vest to make sure it was secured.

“Li. The kids and husband thing - that’s all you.”

“It could be a you thing too. You just have to find someone that makes you believe that.”

“Fairytales are meant for children so they believe in a better world. Unfortunately, I live in the real world. Not a fairytale. There’s too much ugly in it for me to ever see it as something magical.”

A sad smile left Li looking pained instead of amused. Which, it was accurate. This sort of discussion always left her a little more defeated each time you had them. Li moved to place her tablet at her side. Her own hands moving to check the comms channel for your ear pieces, and always checking on her gun last.

“You know, magic isn’t just for children but they damn sure help remind you the world is full of it. There is still good in this world worth fighting for; people worth fighting for. I pray one day you get to experience that, my friend.”

You weren’t sure what you could’ve told her. Your cynical heart was already geared up to block out whatever rays of sunshine Li was trying to spread, but this time you didn’t bother. If only Li knew that she was a reason for you to keep fighting. She was one of those good people, full of magic, and stories of wonder she no doubt told her children. You’d never met her husband, Jungkook. The unfortunate thing about working for a bureau: if one part of the team is off, the partner isn’t. Weddings and births included. From all the wonderful things you’d heard about him from Li’s gushing, you knew he must have been full of sunshine and rainbows, just like Li. A match made in heaven.

Except, she never could tell him what she did for a living. Not the real her, anyways and that was something Li seemed to regret.

“We drop in five, ladies!” the pilot informed you over the comms.

You and Li moved to stand at the edge of the chopper. The both of you latching your hooks to the chopper and the other on the rope. You were already starting to say your hail mary’s and trying to keep your knees from knocking together. God, how you hated heights.

“It is always nice to see after all this time, the Great Y/N is still scared of heights,” Li chuckled over the comms.

“Yeah, well God couldn’t make us all perfect,” you snipped back.

You were still holding the rope for dear life when the pilot yelled out, “Go!” Your teeth bit down violently into your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming as you took that first step off. The sensation of your body plummeting down towards the rooftop below you was a shockwave of wind. If your knees wouldn’t get blown out from impact, you happily would’ve closed your eyes instead of watching the earth come speeding towards you like the worst kind of high-speed chase.

When your feet finally connected with the cement roof, you were grateful for the piercing bite of the impact in your feet that ricocheted to your knees. You couldn’t get yourself detached from the rope fast enough.

“If it wasn’t for us being on a time limit I would definitely stop to kiss the floor,” you groaned.

Li shook her head as she double checked her equipment. A genuine smile creased her eyes as she patted you on the back in support.

“Pigeons poop on this, y/n.”

“I would still kiss it. Pigeon poop and all.”

“I’m going to pretend you never said that.”

It was your turn to make sure all your gear had made it intact. Your right hand sliding into your holster to draw your gun free, and pointing it down towards the floor. Your body joined in on the crouched position of Li who was only a few feet ahead of you. Her hands quickly worked on picking the roof door lock. She had it open in seconds.

She motioned for you to take point and your legs quickly brought you forward. All the joking and talks of the million dollar question of will you, or won’t you, ever settle down came to a halt. Inside the close contact quarters of these hallways was the real-life chance of fucking up and someone dying. Today was not the day Li or you were dying. Not on your watch. Not in your fucking lifetime.

You made a quick motion for her to follow behind you as you raised your gun. The end of the barrel helped your eyes scope out every stairwell and doorway until you came to the one you’d been looking for.

“The sixteenth floor is where the intel is located.”

Li’s voice couldn’t have been more than a whisper. You were the only two in here, but old habits die hard and it was better to be as silent as possible. No one wanted a repeat of what happened in Morocco.

Your response was a curt nod as you pressed your back against the wall. Your free hand reaching out to take hold of the doorknob. Li responded by placing her back on the opposite side, her gun ready and pointed towards the door. You counted to three inside your head and flung the door open. Your gun moving like a third arm as you turned to the open hallway to find it empty. You kept your gun trained as Li brought up the rear.

You took note of the cameras and quickly moved to bring your neck mask up towards your nose. The can off spray paint already coming out of your cargo pocket. You gave it a good shake before reaching up and covering the camera lens in black.

“I could’ve just disabled those.”

You gave a small shrug as your hand slid the can back inside your cargo pocket. Li now took point to head towards the last door on the left.

“Disabling them doesn’t cost these assholes money to replace them.”

“I swear you were a low budget criminal in another life.”

“Thanks, Li. That’s sweet.”

She couldn’t see it, but you were smiling under your mask. Li didn’t have to see you to give a disapproving head shake, but you knew underneath she was trying not to crack a smile. You both wasted no more time sweeping each room before you finally got to the executive's office. Once Li made sure there was nothing hidden from keeping her from the computer, she was glued to the chair. Her fingers raced over the keys as you kept point with your gun trained on the door.

It was too quiet; too easy. You’ve had easy jobs before, but when you’d first got this brief the first thing you’d noticed was that the man in question, who was possibly selling weapons to foreign adversaries, was ex-military. Ex-military meant a head full of paranoia. You’d done your own recon of the building on multiple occasions. Memorized the layout in case of the need for a quick exit or a place to hide. You’d counted endless amounts of cameras and sensors. So why has it been so easy to get in here?

You should’ve been met by alarms blaring somewhere in the building. A guard roaming the hall to hunt down whatever could’ve caused a disturbance. Instead, the only sound that you heard was the ghosts of empty offices. Your hands were beginning to sweat from the dread that was building in your gut, but was there really a reason for it?

“You almost done back there, Li?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got it. Everything okay?”

Your eyes scanned rapidly over the glass window and the door you’d left wide open. Was that...was there movement in the reflection?

“Yeah...no. Li, I don’t think we’re alone he-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish before something was tossed inside the room. Your brows raised into your hairline as shockwaves of adrenaline took root inside your veins. You didn’t know what was in that canister, but you weren’t going to chance it.

“Li, get down!” you screamed.

You launched your body over the desk. A protective arm grabbing her on your way down and forcing her to join you on the floor. A second later the canister exploded in a cloud of smoke. Luckily, you still have your face covered. It wasn’t going to protect your lungs completely, but it was more than Li had who was currently choking back on the smoke.

“Shit.”

Your voice was heavy and laced with venom that spit out against your lips. The oncoming footsteps told you plainly that you weren’t being greeted by one or two security guards. No, whoever was coming was not security, and there were a lot of the fuckers. You needed to find a way to vent the room so Li could get air, but if the people coming down the hall were armed, which you heavily suspected, you were both going to need a lot more than air.

“Li! Is there a fire escape behind us? Li!”

You watched as her eyes looked up at yours. Sheer panic made them grow wider with each passing second until her body became racked with painful coughs. You gave her a shake trying to stop the panic from overtaking her completely. The only thing you could think to do, the only thing that mattered, was taking off your mask and placing it over her mouth. The smoke of the grenade hit your lungs instantly with your first breath. It took everything in you not to start hacking up one or both of your lungs.

“Li, listen to me! We need to get out of here! We only have a couple minutes before they are on us.”

You were still holding the mask to her face. Tears now streaking your cheeks as you struggled to hold in a gut wrenching cough. Li’s gaze met yours with a desperation noticeably behind them.

“The office next door has the actual fire escape.” She was able to get the last word out before her body became overwhelmed with a cough. This time you were quick to join her.

God, it felt like you’d swallowed sandpaper.

“We can’t get to the next room-“

Before you could finish that thought a mass of gunfire erupted in the room.

“Push!” You ordered.

The two of you used your shoulders to tip over the large oak desk and scurried to hide behind the thickest part of the legs. The room was thick with the sound of bullets leaving the chamber and embedding themselves in the wood. The glass window behind you shattering into a million pieces with pieces of books and papers flying up around you like feathers.

“This is Jeon Li! We’ve been compromised I repeat, we’ve been com-“

Another flurry of bullets came to cover up the next gas grenade that launched over the side of the desk. Li and you turned in sync to look at each other. A perfect, “Oh, fuck,” sending you up from behind the desk and straight to the exposed window. You had no choice but to turn and open suppressing fire while you waited for the stupid thing to go off. If you were wrong and it was an actual grenade, you were both fucked.

You both glanced over the side and noticed there was barely a small ledge to stand on. Just enough to, hopefully, hug the wall and shimmy over to the fire escape.

“Go! I’ll cover you, Li!”

“Y/n, no-“

“Don’t fuckin argue with me, Li just go!”

If you could’ve shoved her without accidentally sending her over the edge, you would have. That fear that had laced itself deep inside your gut was trying to call itself adrenaline and, hell, maybe it was but you knew better. The thundering in your chest was a fear so sharp it left you dizzy. The thought of Li not making it out of here to see her babies…Jeongsan was only a few months old.

No. You were getting her out of here.

You started opening fire. Your eyes caught movement behind the door and glass. You got a few good shots off right before the grenade of smoke exploded into your view. Your arm instinctively shot up to try and protect your throat and nose, but without proper masks your lungs were pretty much being eaten alive by smoke.

You watched as Li disappeared on the side of the building and you moved to follow suit. The next few bullets you fired off went blindly towards the door. Right before you stepped out of the room and onto the ledge, you made the mistake of looking down. Instantly, you felt your world begin to spin. You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself. Either you stepped off the ledge or you were going to become a bullet bag. With one large inhale of air, you moved to take a step to the ledge.

The room erupted back into gunfire and forced you to practically throw yourself out against the building. You felt your center of gravity waiver and started praying to every available ear in the universe that you weren’t about to become a sidewalk pancake.

The shuffle of movement towards the fire escape was painfully slow. You knew you both needed to pick up the pace, but there was only so much you could do sixteen stories up. You were more than half way when you heard someone order, “Check the rooms!” And knew you were in trouble.

Li was almost to the fire escape when a head peaked out over the side.. Without thinking you lifted up your gun and started firing; forcing them back behind the protection of the wall.

“Y/n, I’m over. Jump and I’ll catch you.”

“Are you fucking crazy?!” You snapped.

She had to be if she thought you were about to attempt a jump with not even three inches under your feet. You weren’t given much of a choice when you looked through the next window and see a made in military grade armor lift up a semi-automatic directly in your direction.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” you groaned.

The glass broke off into a million worlds around you. The shattered pieces blowing passed you with smaller pieces slicing into your cheeks and arms. You didn’t have time to stop and check the damage. Whether you liked it or not your only option now was to jump.

You sent out another last minute prayer and hurled yourself towards the metal railing of the fire escape. You seriously hoped Li was ready for you. She didn’t disappoint.

As soon as your chest connected against the metal guard rail, Li was right there. Her arms coming over your shoulders to grab onto your vest and haul you over the side. You were still swimming your legs over when the head that had peaked out before did so again. This time with his gun trained directly on your location. You both scrambled to move down the metal stairs as he opened fire. Another rifle joined his shortly.

You were making good time down the fire escape when a stray bullet ricocheted into your left shoulder. The pain was immediate, intense, and numbing all at once. It was as if your body wasn’t sure how it was supposed to feel about your new edition, but you all could agree it was excruciating.

A scream tore free from you and you felt, more than seen, Li halted in her steps.

“Keep going!” You roared just as it began to rain bullets down on your position.

You were struggling to think of your next step. Your head felt full of ideas but you couldn’t visualize them. The adrenaline was threatening to give way to panic and if you did that it was over. For Li. For you. For whatever data Li had pulled from that server. No, you refused to go down to some mercenary grade punks. You also knew you were sitting ducks running down the stairs like this.

When they were in the middle of a reload up top and their voices were shouting about whether or not to follow after you, you took a chance to look over the railing. Five stories up. Five flights of stairs to go and a load of trash bags down below.

“We need to jump.”

You stated it so calmly you couldn’t believe it was coming from you. Apparently, neither could Li.

“Are you fucking nuts?”

“We won’t make it down without getting struck by bullets if we keep going like this, Li. We need to take the chance and jump.”

“I hope there’s not a thrown out oven or something under those trash bags,” she groaned.

Shit, you didn’t even think of that. You didn’t have time to worry about what if’s right now. The sound of magazines being inserted and guns being cocked brought you back to the present and you felt your body leap over the metal without a second thought. It wasn’t until you landed that you wished you’d given your area of choice a glance over. You were more than sure that landing twisted your ankle. Or worse

No, jumping into waiting trash wasn’t as cool as movies made it. Li and you also weren’t getting out of it without a few groans and slow movements. It didn’t matter if your brain kept reminding your body that there were guys with guns still shooting in your general direction. Your body made itself very aware it wasn’t budging on its decidedly slower pace.

You were struggling to get out of the trash bags. Your shoulder now bleeding steadily and with a sore ankle to match…yeah you were definitely the slowest man on the team. But Li came right beside you, hauling your arm over her shoulders, and placed a supportive one around your hips.

“Come on, y/n. We’re almost out of this.”

“Don’t-don’t tempt me with a good time,” you coughed.

You were both attempting to move faster than you both could possibly go. If your lungs were still burning from gas grenades, Li’s had to be in hell. But you were still moving forward and giving it your all.

You weren’t in the clear yet, though. You could hear them giving chase. The sounds of their feet smashing against the grates of the fire escape only forcing you both to move faster. If you could just get to a vehicle you were confident you could hot wire it. Petty theft in high school pays off…sometimes.

“Li…we-we just got to find a car-“

She was directing you towards the nearest one. Even if it was a couple feet away, it felt like you were running a marathon to get there. You felt close. So incredibly close when the gunfire started again.

“Y/n, find cover!”

Li didn’t give you a chance to react. To tell her to damn with hiding. It was her job to hide. Her job was to stay alive and go home to a family that loves her…that was waiting for her. You didn’t get to tell her anything as she shoved you down behind the car and drew her gun.

It felt like slow motion. Everything in front of your eyes just seemed to stop making any sense; none of it was able to register. You saw it. You know you did, because you couldn’t unsee it. Li opened fire blindly back at the men giving chase. Her other hand came to close around the gun's handle to give it more stability. Just like you’d shown her. You wish at this moment you could’ve been proud, but when you watched two slugs find a home in her gut there wasn’t any pride there. Just pure terror.

“Li!”

You forced your body to get up. Not giving your wounded ankle another thought as you used the side of the car for stability and your arm swinging wide to bring your gun up. You wish you would have reminded yourself to time your shots.

Don’t waste bullets. Aim down your sights. Control your breathing.

None of it came to mind. You couldn’t process anything. Your mind only replays the moment of Li getting shot over and over…

You weren’t even aware you were firing. That your voice was growing raw from screaming as you hobbled out from behind the car. Your ankle was doing its own form of protesting as you took steps forward to grab Li, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you couldn’t feel your left arm, either. The only thing that mattered was getting Li.

When you reached her you placed your hands under her arms and started dragging her back behind the car. You were trying not to pay attention to her hands limply holding onto her stomach or the blood that seeped out between her fingers.

“Stay with me, Li!”

As soon as you knew you had her safe behind the vehicle your body burst into action. Your elbow smashed into the glass of the car three times before it gave way. Your hand reached in quickly to unlock it. You pulled Li towards the backseat and shoved her in as gently as you could. Once you knew she was secured, you made your way from the passengers side to the drivers side. The whole time staying low to the seat as you ripped out the wiring from underneath the steering wheel.

“You with me, Li? Are you still with me?”

Fuck. You were crying. Your vision was blurred and you could barely make out the colors of the wires. Or was the blood loss starting to get to you? Whatever it was, it was making you clumsy. It was costing you valuable seconds. Seconds Li was losing all because you couldn’t get two fucking wires-

When the engine burst into life a happy scream left you. You almost forgot about being shot at. Almost. You were reminded seconds later when bullets burst through the windows sending shards of glass down all around you.

“I’m so sick of this shit!”

You maneuvered up as much as you could. Your hands putting the car in reverse and another hand down on the glass. You braved peaking your head out just enough to see where you were going before dropping it down just in time to have a bullet graze past your face. You pushed down on the gas not caring in which direction it was driving you towards. Anywhere was better than this shithole.

As soon as you had a clear shot to the street you took it. You made the choice to drive blind, your head barely peeking up over the steering wheel, before you slowly moved to sit all the way up.

“We made it.” You laughed in disbelief…or was that the blood loss again? You weren’t sure but- “we’re gonna be okay, Li.”

You glanced into the back seat and realized she was barely breathing. Her eyes looking back up at you glazed over from unshed tears and something that you refused to acknowledge.

“Hey, Li don’t you fucking give up on me, you hear? Your stupid husband is waiting for you to get home. Your kids too. Don’t you do this to me.”

You weren’t aware you were sobbing until it rolled through your body landing punches in your gut - threatening to double you over. You should get her to the hospital. Common sense said get her to the hospital, but she needed to put something on the wound. She needed to stop the blood…

Without thinking you pulled over and tore out of the driver side and into the back of the beat up car. You made sure you didn’t ram into her in your haste, but quickly looked around for something to stop the blood. Your hands wrapped around a blanket tossed inside of a bag and pressed it gently to her stomach. Even that small amount left Li lurching up from the seat and a cry of pain to fill the small cab.

“Li, please. Just hold this down for me. I’m gonna get you to a hospital. You’re gonna be alright, I promise.”

There was no denying that you were crying. The blurry vision from earlier now swarming completely until you could barely make out her shape. Li tried to give you a reassuring smile, but it was as if her body no longer had enough strength to do it. She struggled just to reach her hands towards you. A weak hand softly landing on top of the ones that were pressing the blanket down into her stomach.

“Y/n,” she started softly.

“No! No, you don’t get to do this here.”

“Listen-listen to me, please.”

“Li.”

You could only sob out her name. The denial heavy in her name.

“I need-I need you to help Jungkook with the kids. I need you to promise-prom…promise me you’ll be there for my kids.”

“You won’t need me to be there for them, Li. You’re gonna be there. You’re gonna be there to watch them grow up. To graduate. Get married and give you grandkids and all that other shit. This isn’t it for you, Li.”

A tear slid out from the corners of her eyes and you sent out a shaky hand to brush them away.

“Please. Please just promise me you’ll do this for me. Be there for them.”

You felt childish - shaking your head in refusal because how could you agree? How could she ask you to watch over them like a guardian when she was going to be fine? Li was going to be fine. You were going to tell her this. Force her to understand that her journey didn’t end here when-

“Jeon Li!? Li! Don’t you dare die on me!”

You checked for a pulse. You put your ear over her lips and listened for any sort of inhalation of breath. There wasn’t any. Immediately you moved to start CPR. Your body struggling to maneuver in the small space to do it properly.

You weren’t sure how long you performed it. You weren’t sure when your body decided it just couldn’t hold out anymore and stopped. You couldn’t say when you started holding her and sobbing or how long you did it for. When other agents showed up, ambulance in tow, they just said you were rocking her. Refused to let her go.

How could you let her go? How could she expect you to fulfill her promise when sometime tonight a husband would be informed his wife was gone, and her children would never have their mother again.

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A week later…

If you’ve ever felt like an outsider at a party, maximize that feeling by a thousand. Multiply it by another thousand and that would be the most accurate account of how uncomfortable you felt here in the church’s pew.

Originally, you didn’t plan on coming to Jeon Li’s funeral. Who wants to process grief in front of strangers? Or continue having to tell the stupid lie that you and Li had been the unfortunate victims of a carjacking. How sad you poor women got caught up in something horrible coming back from a work meeting. Yeah…a carjacking. What’s a better way to say that a loved one died for something pointless? To die over something as silly as a car or money just felt insulting to the woman Li truly was. Even sillier was the fact she had died for something pointless in the end.

You wanted to scream. To tell everyone she died believing she was protecting them in ways they couldn’t ever know or understand. Li went down fighting and protecting those that she loved and this…this felt like a dishonor to her memory. To find out later the information she’d tried to take was nothing more than encrypted code for a grocery store, because somehow the bad guys knew you were coming.

And now here you are: standing in a pew, two rows back, staring at the shaking shoulders of Jungkook. Li’s and his conjoined family surrounding him; his father embracing him tightly, but not bringing him fully into a hug. They surrounded him, but no one offered to hold him. They must have believed he needed to stand strong for their kids. But a two-year-old and a three-month-old cannot fully comprehend the weight of loss that had just been placed on the shoulders of a father.

You were told to go the reading of the will. Li herself had spoken about how she’d added you in a thousand times, but you never wanted to hear it. Will’s were meant for the old, not the young.

You’d been sitting at your desk for what felt like hours, but was merely minutes. The walk into the building and the repetitive show of your badge were things you’d done easily on auto-pilot. The coffee in your hand had long gone cold, but you weren’t worried about drinking it. It was more for looks. A fake show of bravado as you walked to your desk, the now empty one devoid of the person who used to sit in front of you had been cleared out over the weekend.

The spot that used to house your best friend now only held her ghost.

Your laptop was opened and waiting for you to unlock the screen. The cold coffee you’d been clutching still firmly held its place between your hands. A part of you wished you could say that all the tears you’d shed over the last few days were enough. That you could sit here, remind yourself easily this was work, and hold it together. Judging from the way your Director looked at you as he set a file down on your desk, you weren’t convincing no one.

“Go home, y/n,” he sighed.

Even as he offered up the option for you to go he placed a Manila folder down on the desk. You didn’t bother to turn to him in greeting or look to see what was labeled on the front. All you cared about was that it was work. Something to keep you busy - to keep you going.

Still holding the cold coffee, you reached out and took the folder. Your thumb moves between its folds to spread the contents open in front of you.

“No.”

That one word came out gravelly and harsh. As if you’d attempted to swallow handfuls of glass.

“I figured no matter what I did it wouldn’t make you leave,” he conceded in defeat. His hip pressed in deeper on your desk. “Your grievance PTO still isn’t over.”

“It’s over for me.”

“Y/N…Li’s Will hearing is today. I’m supposed to advise you, by her lawyer, that you are supposed to attend.”

Your hand contracted around the soft recycled cardboard of the cup. If you squeezed down any harder you’d be wearing your five dollar cup of cold brew.

“Tell them I have more important stuff to do.”

You turned your back to him and busied yourself logging into your computer. Your fingers lazily moved over the keyboards to pull up the specific file that went with the data on the folder he’d just given you. You didn’t look at him when he tried bringing your attention back to him like a two-year-old by shaking your chair.

“What Li wanted was important. Important enough to her, matter-of-fact, that she would ask all of us to remind your stubborn ass to go. So go.”

He gave your chair one last smack before he finally left you alone inside your office. You waited longer to make sure you were fully alone before glancing over at her desk. Your eyes easily spotting the family portrait she kept framed next to her computer like a sad eye-spy. You allowed yourself to look over its intricate frame of golds and silvers; the splash of red from delicately carved roses. The family inside that frame was happy; invincibly so but you could remember the shaking shoulders of a broken man and no doubt the questions that clung to him like stale smoke. You weren’t in the mood to see someone else sharing in your grief or have the patience to keep up a charade.

With one final huff you turned back to your computer. Your decision was final.

Six long months had passed since that day. Every single day that filled up each of them felt like an eternity. You’d always heard that grief got easier with time. Whoever said that must have not known what they were talking about. The only thing you’d noticed was the pain came in waves and usually on the back of memories.

Sure, you were no longer walking around like a zombie or having random breakdowns during inappropriate times when you painfully remembered Li was gone. A part of you preferred that. It was better than walking, minding your own business, and a random smell of a plant along walkways or a freaking certain laundry detergent sent your brain down memory lane. Just yesterday you’d put on a shirt Li had picked out for you to wear on a blind date. The date had gone to shit, but Li had met you at the bar an hour later. The two of you got so drunk you’d switched clothes for reasons you’ll never understand, and ended back at her place to a movie marathon. She’d met Jungkook a week after that.

That memory alone came on sharp. Your grief swallowed you whole and left you paralyzed on the floor of your apartment. So, no. Time didn’t make grieving easier. It just allowed it to sucker punch you like a sledgehammer at random moments throughout the day. Just to remind you of what you lost.

You were making your way through the thick rows of cubicles towards your old joined office in the back. Your face buried in your phone and the latest data files IT could pull up on the new case you were working tucked under your arm. You were half way past Jhuen’s desk when the boss man’s booming voice yelled, “Y/L/N! My office! Now!”

You peaked over your phone. A timid thing just to gage whether you could get away with pretending you were deaf. By the deadly seriousness in his eyes and the hard set of his lips, you were going to say that’d be a no.

You let out a groan anyways and changed course to his office. “Looks like someone is in trouble,” Dave sang as you walked past.

“Looks like somebody doesn’t remember how to mind his own business,” you sang back, not trying to hide the sharp dislike for the man with every high note.

Nobody liked Dave. You especially didn’t like Dave for the fact he was a parasite - riding in behind someone’s failure to boot lick himself past their shadow. It was silent knowledge in the building that he, and a few others, were not to be considered friends. Or maybe you just didn’t like anyone anymore. You were known to be prickly at best when Li was still alive. The only reason you were remotely friendly was her doing, but with her gone…

You could feel his eyes burying themselves in the back of your skull. Whatever choice words he had in reply stayed with him as you quickly made your way towards the Director’s office. As soon as you crossed through the threshold, he motioned for you to shut the door behind you.

“While I appreciate you helping me remember how to sound out my last name, sir I’d like a simple call to my desk next time. If I can put that in as a request for next time.”

You plopped down into the seat that was suspiciously seated perfectly in front of him. His bulldog expression deepened the wrinkles around his eyes to successfully age him way past his years. He most definitely did not find you amusing in the slightest. You maneuvered your files into your lap and sat your phone down on top. If he wanted to have a staring contest with you, you were happy to oblige.

“Cut the wise ass remarks, y/n. I have something here that’s, well, going to be hard for you to swallow. I need to know you are going to be able to handle this.”

“Well, that was ominous as hell,” you grumbled, but there was no denying the sweat that began in your palms.

It took every ounce of control not to wipe them against the legs of your slacks. Your eyes heavily fixed on the man in front of you. He wasn't gruff because of trivial office banter. No, something was weighing him down and your chest felt like it was going to burst.

He didn’t hand it to you as much as he slid it across his desk in your direction. Only the edges of his fingers touched the edges as if whatever inside left him wanting to be far away from its contents. Well…that didn’t bode well. The apparent urge you had to ruffle his feathers, your quote “wise ass remarks,” died down when you noticed there were no markings on the folder. Not a name, post-it note, or inscribed symbol of the agency was on its baby blue front.

It only meant one thing - whatever was in the file was a matter of life and death. Beyond a ‘need to know bases’ and more towards a ‘you better pass your clearance check first’ kind of bases.

You and Li had gotten the same kind of folder a couple days before she’d died.

“Y/n,” your name left his mouth like a warning.

Your director's eyes, however, were filled with a sadness that left him uncertain. When dealing with those stuck in a continuous pattern of grief, you never knew if they were on the anger portion of that wheel. Lately, you seem to only be stuck on that section 24/7.

You didn’t hear him. Your arm extended out in blinding speed, unthinking, to snatch the folder off of his desk. The folders you’d tucked into your lap are now discarded on the floor. You knew he was talking; he must be. None of his words could make it past the sound of the blood rushing in your ears or the hammering of your heart against your chest. Your eyes were scanning the words and your brain was trying to make sense of them and the photos that accompanied them.

The only clear picture it gave sat wrong and dirty like rotted fruit in an otherwise beautiful painting. It allowed one answer to all the questions that were rising in your throat, but you refused to voice them. You weren’t aware your eyes had filled with tears until you looked back up into your director’s weathered face, and hated the amount of pity it reflected back at you.

“Li wasn’t a traitor.” Your voice was deep in shock, but the anger bubbled along its surface.

“Y/N-“

“No! Whatever - whoever - made this fucking file is wrong. She couldn’t- she...she wasn’t like that.”

God, you would’ve pitied yourself too if you knew what you looked like. The way you struggled to defend a damn woman who betrayed not only you, but her country.

“You know our intel is always solid. I couldn’t believe this either, y/n, so I made sure we triple checked everything before I gave this to you. I wanted to be sure.”

You felt sick.

“There’s still a chance that someone could just be out there to ruin whatever is left of her.”

It was a weak argument and you both knew it. Damn it, you just couldn’t allow yourself to believe any of it. So many why’s were flying around your head - all these questions to ask a dead woman who could never answer.

“Possibly. Either way you spin this it unfortunately leaves us with the fact that whatever she stole for us to give to them, it’s missing. Because it’s missing they are now going to target Jungkook and the kids to get to it.”

“How do we know it wasn’t him?”

“It wasn’t who? The husband?” He looked at you like you’d started barking.

“It’s possible. We don’t know anything about him.”

“He’s an artist -“

“That’s like the number one most suspicious job you could ever have,” you pointed out.

He let out a sigh as he leaned back into his chair. His hands moving to rest on his stomach while he gave you a once over.

“Look, y/n, I went against my superiors by giving you this information. I figured you were the best one to infiltrate the family and see what you could learn. Whatever Li had on those disks is enough to put her whole family in danger. I know you. I know, whatever you’re feeling right now, that you’ll do the right thing and protect innocent people.”

Damn him. He was right. As much as you hated sitting there thinking about the biggest betrayal you’d ever been a part of, whatever Li’s choices had been, you wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her kids. The idea that Li would put her family in harm's way like that left the taste of bile sitting heavy in the back of your throat. You felt ready to let go of your breakfast when he placed a white envelope on his desk. It looked wrong sitting in the middle of the sea of dark wood.

“You didn’t go to the Will reading. So the lawyer sent this over a few months back.”

You didn’t want to touch it.

“Why are you giving it to me? You know I don’t want it.”

“It doesn’t matter whether or not you want it, y/n. What’s inside here is going to help you.”

“Help me what, exactly?”

You both knew what he meant. It felt claustrophobic with all the new information that’d been exposed like an old wound to the room. More so, because you still weren’t okay. You still had nightmares of driving in a vehicle with Li’s grizzly in the backseat. Her ghost staring, eyes paper white and mouth open, dripping blood, in your rear view mirror. A sickly reminder you couldn’t save her, but had she ever cared about safety?

If what your director told you was true, Li was a double agent and, worse, she was willing to risk the safety of her family. What could be worth that? Looking down at the white envelope, you knew there was a fifty-fifty of whether you were going to get your answers. But if you took it you were agreeing to whatever plan he’d cooked up.

“You are the closest to the family. Whatever Li left is enough to help you infiltrate the home and find the information we need.”

Your head was already moving rhythmically back and forth before he’d finished.

“No. I’m not doing it.”

“I wasn’t asking,” his gruff voice bellowed. “It still remains to be seen whether or not her husband was in on it, but those kids are innocent. Do you want to be responsible if they die?”

“Don’t you dare put that on me!”

The chair you’d been sitting in crashed to the floor as your legs forced you to stand. Your whole body was vibrating with rage that you struggled to contain. You wanted to launch over his desk and lash out at him. How dare he try and put the kids on you.

“It’s facts, y/n, and you know it! The are or aren’t they is what we are after, but if we don’t do something and find wherever she hid her information, her husband and those kids will be the ones paying for it.”

It made sense. Of course it made sense and he knew it. It didn’t mean that you had to like it. Or that you even needed to agree with him, because it was true. Your feelings didn’t matter when it came to protecting your country and the people who resided in it.

You didn’t bother answering him. Your feet carried you forward towards his desk so you could reach out and snatch the envelope off of his desk. He wasn’t going to get a verbal agreement from you, because you were undecided. Maybe whatever was inside could help you make the choice that needed to be made.

“Notify me if you set one foot inside that house,” he called behind you.

You didn’t respond or show any sign of acknowledgment. Your legs were bolting you to the nearest exit and what little willpower you had left was begging you not to drop the envelope and run for the hills.

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This probably looked as weird as you felt and glancing down at your watch informed you that you’d been out here - like a weirdo - nearing three hours. Cars passed by and neighbors had gone in and out for groceries or mail and no one seemed to notice your presence. Their lack of awareness was truly amazing and alarming.

12:08

That’s what you read. The last light in the house - his bedroom - had turned off an hour ago. Everyone was asleep. There wasn’t going to be a better time to do this than now. So why couldn’t you take your grip off the steering wheel?

After you’d left the bureau you’d gone to a park. You found a bench shaded by a tree and called it home for the next couple hours. Li’s envelope beside you, unopened. A part of you nagged endlessly about ripping it open and finding out what was inside. The major part of you wanted nothing to do with it. If you could’ve dipped it in battery acid and called it a day, you would’ve been happy. You’d sat there for hours until the only thing you could think of was bugging the house. If her husband had been in on whatever she was doing, that seemed the most plausible thing to do. When you got to the house, however, you couldn’t imagine taking a single step inside. But you wanted answers and this seemed the most logical option since you couldn’t get answers from the dead.

With each exhale of breath, you slowly began to pry your fingers off of the wheel. When the last finger came off you reached over to the passengers side to grab the torn envelope. Your hands quickly stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatshirt as you exited the car. You made sure to grab your small duffle with the cameras and tools inside before slamming the door shut.

If a neighbor cared to look out their window they would’ve noticed a suspicious looking figure in a dark sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over their head. Said suspicious person carrying a backpack, gloves on their hands, and glancing left and right like they were waiting for someone to jump out of a bush screaming, “Caught ya!”

It was you. You were the person and you had terrible anxiety at the idea you were indeed about to get caught. You tried your best to push the thought away as you made quick work across the street and towards the back of the house. It was a typical two-story with a fence to hold in what little of a backyard they had. Li complained constantly she wanted a rural home with a real backyard, but Jungkook liked city life.

A rural home would’ve been harder to enter. Neighbors in areas meant for familial life were the nosiest bunch; neighborhood watch and all. City-style homes that were closed in on each other for some reason held a strong no-snooping policy.

With a final glance over your shoulder you braced your hands at the top of the fence and gave off a small push from the ground. Your arms instantly pulled up your weight to help guide a leg over the top of the wooden boards, so the rest of your body could tumble over to the other side. It wasn’t your most graceful entrance, but it was still quiet.

You’d previously looked into whether or not they ever bought any type of home security. You didn’t see any in the files and none previously purchased in their financial records. You silently wrote down, “Buy security,” in your mental bank as you came up to their back door. Your hands fishing your lock pick pouch from your pocket.

You knelt down in front of the lock, a small flashlight held in between your lips, as your finger set to work. You weren’t the best at lockpicking. When you’d first started training at the bureau, small things like lockpicking and chemistry weren’t your things. You’d passed them, but barely. Li was known to be the brains and you, well, you always did have a run and gun western-style approach to things. So yeah, a part of you would have preferred kicking in the door than picking it, but you stayed on your knees. Your hands working deftly in the night and a soft chorus of swear words left your lips whenever you missed the lock. When the lock finally clicked you could stop yourself from a victory, “Ah ha!” That’s right. No stupid lock was going to keep you from finishing this.

You placed the tools back inside their pouch and slid it into your pocket. The small flashlight was back in your left hand while the other was pushing open the door. All the air you’d had in your lungs suddenly felt trapped there as you took your first step inside the house. An unspoken feeling that you shouldn’t be here weighed heavily on your shoulders as your eyes took a look around.

The house itself told a story across its walls of a place where love resided. A family that was happy once was painted all over in their wedding photos to pictures of Li holding their babies straight from the womb. That one in particular hurt the worst. You never been in a relationship that lasted longer than six months to ever consider having kids. It was hard for you to imagine what it felt like to hold someone you fell in love with long before you physically met them. The level of exhaustion and overwhelming joy that brought tears to the eyes of parents meeting them for the first time. Seeing Li like that with Jungkook’s body protectively leaning over them both, a hand on both of them and looking at them with love - it hurt. It hurt more than you would’ve liked.

Inside a home that held the laughter and love of a growing family now felt suspended in grief. You were positive the house never looked this messy before, but now clothes were everywhere. A large hill of laundry sat like a crater in the middle of the sofa. Plates of last nights dinner left where they’d been placed with toys scattered like a minefield across the floor. It was a good thing you brought your flashlight because-

“Fuuuuuuuuuuc-“

Ah yes, of course you were so focused on the valley of toys that your knee ran into the edge of a dining room table. Classic. For a heartbeat you stayed as motionless as you could in the dark. The light of the flashlight dimmed as you shoved it into the leg of your pants. When you were positive no one was up you moved to take a step forward. Your flashlight came up to late before you soccer ball kicked what looked like a Koala with numbers across the living room.

The room was suddenly lit up like a disco ball. Children’s music and flashing lights of color danced across the darkness of the room. This time, your noise making was greeted by the sound of feet hitting the floor upstairs. You knew you had only a few seconds to retreat; to bolt your ass back out the door and make a run for it. If you did that though, the next time you came back, you wouldn’t have to worry about buying them a security system. He would have one here waiting for you.

With your decision halfway made you quickly turned off your flashlight. Your hands scrambled to remove the gloves off of your hands. It proved to be harder than expected because the damn things seemed to be constricted around each individual digit. You’d just got the last glove off, your hands shoving everything inside the sweater when you saw his legs and a bat come flying down the stairs. He was on the stoop before the last few steps when you shoved the hood off of your head and prayed you didn’t look as suspicious as you felt.

By the way he looked at you when he flicked the light on, you were doing a piss poor job. Using the bat he pointed it in your direction as he spoke, “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

God, lord what in the fuck were you doing here?

His voice dripped heavily with sleep; it’s burr rich and throaty matching perfect with the rest of him. His bed head left patches of hair sticking in comical fashion in every direction. Unfortunately, that was the only comical thing about him.

Why had Li never mentioned her husband was so damn…hot? This was sinful. You were sinning with every second your eyes stayed on his bare chest or the way his pajama pants sat low on his hips making your brain have to wonder the painful question of, ‘is he wearing underwear or isn’t he?’

His left arm was covered in a sleeve of art. Every single piece was different from the last, but beautifully woven into the other. It was enough to accentuate the muscles there and offered you a very good reason to keep your eyes away from his chest…and the dips of his hip bones that peaked out from the top of his pajamas. His face should’ve been the best option, but it wasn’t. Jungkook was handsome. Devastatingly so. His features still held onto the boyish softness of his youth, but had chiseled away to expose the hardline of his jaw. His Cupid bow lips pouty and soft, his brow furrowed in apprehension that gave off a glint of a piercing on his left eyebrow. His big doe eyes open in challenge-

“I said, what - the fuck- are you - doing in my house?”

Jungkook kept the bat trained on you as he took the final steps down the stairs. He was waking up with every second you stood there being wicked and full of sin. You only had one option left and you moved to do it quickly.

Your hand dug quickly into the back pocket of your jeans and fished out Li’s letter. You moved to show it to him, hand open in surrender, before replying, “I have a key.”

I have a key?! Were you mental?

You closed your eyes in an attempt to pretend you hadn’t just said that. When you opened them, Jungkook was looking at you like how you felt: stupid.

“You have a key? To my house?”

“Li gave it to me. I’m - I’m y/n.” At either the mention of Li or your name, Jungkook began to soften. The hard set of his shoulders dropped, along with the bat, and the determination that glinted in his eyes was soon replaced by sadness. You liked it better when he wanted to hit you with the bat. “She asked me to check in on you guys-“

“And you figured in the cover of darkness was a good time to do that? You figured almost seven months after her death and missing birthdays - holidays - that this is the best time to finally show up?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you. Jungkook probably didn’t. He had a point. You could’ve done what was left in the will in her request for you to be a godmother. Hell, you could’ve started the minute she’d asked you when she was dying.

Your mouth opened to reply. Whether it was a good or bad option you weren’t sure. Fortunately, you never got to voice it. A shrill cry of a baby cut through the silence and you watched as Jungkook became a whole other person. He hoped backwards towards the stairs, his bat now placed at its base, as he pointed at you.

“Stay right there.”

The smart ass told you to tell him to fuck off and leave. The other part of you, the one you knew was going to hell, was so enthralled by watching his body bound up the stairs you knew you’d stay. Yup. You were getting a first class ticket down under for drooling over your dead friend’s husband.

The crying didn’t cease whenever Jungkook got there. It just got louder. Unforgivably loud. Now you wanted to bolt out the door because, good lord, that creature had some pipes on it. You were starting to inch toward the door when the crying grew louder as he brought the baby down the stairs. If you were able to spontaneously combust in that moment you knew that it was possible. You could also see why Li continued to want to give the man babies.

He was holding Jeongsan tightly to him. His arms bounced him up and down to try and soothe him to no avail.

“I have to get him a bottle. Do you want some coffee?”

He brushed past you to head towards the kitchen and you went dumbstruck again. He just woke up. How the hell did he smell so good?

“Sorry, but being caught like a creep in the night makes the idea of coffee seem awkward.”

“Well, that’s too bad for you. I got some questions and, key or not, if you don’t want me calling the cops I suggest you take that offered cup of coffee.”

Damn. He was good. Jungkook wasn’t playing: he meant every word. The determination on his face told you plainly if you wanted to not write a report about this your ass better show up in the kitchen. You considered if writing said lengthy report along with impending desk duty was such a bad thing when you watched him turn and walk into the kitchen. His back fully on display and -

You let out a sigh. Your feet moving on their own accord towards the kitchen.

“I’ll have your offer of coffee only if you promise to put on a shirt.”

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Protecting the ones you love pt.4

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All incoming and outgoing travel is canceled. Have identification ready for scanning.

We pause at the end of the alley and Leia and Demi ask "Who are they?"

Obi humors them saying "Inquisitors. Many were Jedi who turned to the dark side. Now, they hunt their own kind."

Leia says "and this is all for you?"

Obi looks to me and Leia says "Who.. are you?"

I spin around at the sound of a droid behind us, only for it to be shot down quickly by a man behind it. Obi steps in front of the girls and I and says "The bounty is on me. Let them go."

The man says "Listen carefully. The entire city's on lockdown. It's done. You need another exit. It's a cargo port. It's fully automated. They won't be looking for you there. Go to transport eight."

I look to Obi confused as I step out from behind him, "who is he?"

"A liar. What are you saying?"

The man continues "It goes to Mapuzo. They'll be waiting."

I ask "Who'll be waiting?"

"There are people out there who can help you."

I scrunch my nose at the man and Kenobi says "You expect me to trust you? You're a criminal."

"Look, have I made a few bad decisions? Sure. Do I feel bad about it? Sometimes. Do I like credits? Yeah. So much stuff you can buy with credits."

Obi shakes his head saying "Haja.."

"You remembered my name. I'm trying to make amends. I got that family safe, and I'm gonna do the same for you. If I'd known what you were.."

Obi says "Doesn't matter what I am. I just need to get these girls home."

"Go to these coordinates. They'll help you from there." Haja reassures

"And how do I know this isn't a trap?"

My hand grabs Obi-Wan's arm and he cautiously looks to me as I plead with him "what choice do we have, obi?" I tilt my head to him and nod

Haja says "You're not alone, obi-wan. I'll buy you as much time as I can."

He walks away and I look to Obi as he turns to me "It's a trap. Very clearly."

I narrow my eyes at him and say "Do you not believe the good in anyone anymore?"

"Not criminals."

"Well, then I suppose I'm not good either." I admit to him as I cross my arms annoyed

He huffs and says "That wasn't a criminal offense—"

"I broke the Jedi code, we both did. That's Jedi law and we broke it. Come on Kenobi.. have a little faith. Come on girls. Ben will catch up."

Continuing forward, the girls hold tightly to my hands. Obi quickly catches up as we enter the cargo port.

"We must be careful. This is a cargo port. It's not meant for people." Obi warns

Leia says "Then they won't look for us here."

Demi says "unless it's a setup. Which 75 percent of the time it is."

Obi smiles and I sigh. He says "See? Someone agrees with me. Someone else is the voice of reason. It's nearly always a set up."

Leia says "Is it that hard to believe you might have friends? Look since I've met you, I've been chased, shot at, Demi and I almost fell to our deaths, and now there are Inquisiting people after us. If somebody is offering us help, I think we should take it. Now come on."

She pulls me forward with Demi trailing closely and I look over at my shoulder at Obi with a smile. I stop Leia from walking forward, by digging in my heels

She turns towards Obi saying "what now?"

He says "Nothing. You just remind me of someone. She was fearless, too. And stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn."

Obi and I say in synch "yes you are."

"I'm not! Was your friend a Jedi, too?"

My smile drops and I look to Demi as Obi explains "No, she was a leader. She died a long time ago."

I lift Demi momentarily and Leia says "Uh.. I'm sorry."

"Me too." He nods

I continue walking forward as the two of them remain behind us. Demi says "Why do you know each other?"

I pause and look to her. Obi says "All Jedi's know each other. Of course." she pushes her way out of my arms to walk on her own away from me.

Demi shakes her head saying "But you said you didn't think you knew my father." My eyes widen as I look to Demi and feel my chest tighten. "You two talked about your father?"

Obi looks to me shaking his head saying "No, not exactly, May..."

I look to Leia and then Demi saying "What did I say about telling strangers things they don't need to know, including private and dangerous information like that. If they even knew you came from a jedi, Demi, they could take you."

She shrugs and says "Okay. I get it."

Obi says "She only told me after she found out I was a jedi.." I sigh as I look to him and nod. He smiles lightly and Demi catches us exchanging longing looks to one another

Demi says "Well, it seems like you two love each other."

I look to her shell shocked and Leia says "That's gross."

I shake my head as I pull Demi's arm to me, pulling her close as I duck to her level "Stop pestering Ben, Demi. Behave, please."

She grumbles as I release her. She flings her cape off and I close my eyes annoyed. She always does this. She dramatically walks away and Obi looks over to me confused

Wonder who she got that attribute from...

If I could glare at Obi I would currently but we're interrupted by the sound of the door clanking open and Obi pushes all of us behind a crate

He peers out and I hear the distinctive sound of another lightsaber.

Shit.

"Obi-Wan..." the woman taunts

My teeth grit and I set Demi onto her feet beside Leia. I look to Obi and he says "Leia. If we don't return in time, go without us. Take Demi with you."

Demi pouts and I say "We'll be right behind you, I promise. Go.."

Obi nods and the girls quickly run towards the cargo ship. I slip my hand into Obi's out of nerves.

Squeezing it tightly as we walk around the other side of the crate

He whispers "It'll be fine.. two jedi's against one inquisitor. We'll be alright."

I nod hesitantly as Reva says "I can feel you."

He slips his hand onto his lightsaber and I slide mine off the holster too. I look to him and she says "Your fear betrays you."

Obi whispers "Go with the girls... I'll handle this."

I shake my head "No. I'm not leaving you." He shakes his head saying "Go, I can handle this. Protect the girls."

I shake my head, grabbing Obi's hand tightly saying "I'm not leaving you again. Not now, and not at your recommendation again."

He closes his eyes and nods. Reva says "You don't have to worry... You're not going to die.. today."

Obi and I press our backs to the crate and I watch him as he tries to remain calm, staring ahead

Reva says "I'm just going to take you to him. Lord Vader will be pleased."

I look to Obi-Wan confused and his eyes widen. Reva taunts "You didn't know. He's alive Obi- Wan. Anakin Skywalker is alive!"

Obi's breathing gets jagged and I squeeze his hand tightly, once again. Attempting to reassure him.

Reva says "And he's been looking for you a long time! And your little daughter too. He knows all about her, she's strong. Easy to capture, but strong. He could feel the change in force from her. She's gifted. He sees potential. And now I will be the one to deliver both of you!"

Obi looks to me shocked and I close my eyes as I sigh. He stares at me frustratedly, angrily. Reva throws crates around, attempting to find us

"Third sister! I can stand the reek of your ambition no longer."

"I found them! We have him and his little girlfriend too!"

"And I cannot risk you losing him again. Move aside."

Obi squeezes my hand, pulling me forward and out of the port quickly as Reva kills the Grand inquisitor

We slip into the ship and Leia says "May!"

Demi says "Mother!"

I freeze as the both of them hold tightly to me and Obi slips from my grasp. "Obi... please just let me explain."

He shakes his head and walks away. Reva screams "We will find you!"

The girls release me and Demi walks towards Obi. She looks to the look on his face and says "What is it? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Anakin.."

I feel my shoulders drop at his name and my eyes sweep over to Leia only for a moment

I look to Demi and I feel the fear set in as I remember that Vader is in hunt for Demi. Specifically Demi and Obi. He wants her as an apprentice or something of that importance

I should have known this would happen. I look to Obi and I say "Obi.."

He looks down to Demi and crouches to her level. He reaches for her cheek and smiles lightly to her

Demi smiles a little and says "Hi."

Obi says "What do you know of your father, Demi?"

I shake my head and say "Obi. No. Not now. Let me explain everything first."

He gives me an angry look and Demi says "My mother says she never loved someone as much as she loved him. I came from a place of love."

Obi's frown deepens as he avoids my eye contact and he says "I'm sure that's very true."

Demi says "I used to ask for a story about him every night when I was little but Leia said they were boring. But I still ask mother for new ones all the time. He was so strong and he was a jedi too."

Tears develop in my eyes and I say "Demi, why don't you tell Obi what your full name is?"

She nods and says "Padmé Lind Kenobi."

Obi nods slowly and his hands slide to her shoulders. He says "Very beautiful name."

"Demi, you remember what I said about the way he looked?"

"He had green eyes like mine and he was very handsome, and he had a beard."

I nod and say "Ben is your father."

She looks to me confused and Obi shakes his head saying "… I’m your father.”

I stare at the two of them as the same confused expression shows relation between the two. If there ever was doubt there isn’t now.

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Had to break the news like that. I mean... it was too good of a line to not use. Haha. A bit more insight into May and Obi’s relationship is next chapter. I’m ready for the finale tonight, I hope it’s not heart breaking and I also hope there’s a season 2! I mean, they barely touched the Luke story line so I’m hopeful!

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gildedmuse · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday to Zoro! Just know that if Law ever met you Zoro before Luffy, you would have been on his crew. That, or else Law would have a rivalry with Luffy because you 'stole' a potential shipmate.

"That, or else Law would have [more of] a rivalry with Luffy because you 'stole' a potential shipmate."

FTFY.

I would argue that anyone who came across Zoro would keep him, especially if they came across him the same way Luffy did.

[Law comes across this and he is just like, "oh, look, and he's even already tied up for me and everything."]

I mean, here is this insane young swordsman who is also insanely loyal, who once he's accepted you as his captain is pretty much bonded to you for life and will - within the week - take a stab wound in his side for you.

[Mihawk comes across this and is like, "It appears this little bunny has already been tied up for me."]

He's strong, determined, fearless, with and incorruptible code of honor and sense of duty without letting it weigh him down. He's protective and caring and despite occasionally coming off as grumpy or apathetic, doesn't actually hide his love for his friends and isn't ashamed by it or thinks of it as weakness.

[Doffy would comes across this and just laugh. How kind of these Islanders to tie the boy up for him and everything!]

He has all the perfect traits for a first mate: stubborn and cocky enough that he's not utterly dependent on his captain, but will still follow them into any situation without a second's of hesitation.

Oh, also, he's like super cute.

[Luffy looked at that and said, "HEY MY NAME IS MONKEY D LUFFY AND I'M GONNA BE KING OF THE PIRATES! I'm gonna untie you know because your basically mine, kay!?" And so it was from that day forth.]

So, yeah, everyone should have a Zoro! (I guess Rogers and Kid kind of have one.) Though Law could especially use one.

Not because his crew isn't deeply loyal or anything, just I mean, look at him. Oh, Law can think up plenty of ways to use him.

[Zoro could also just drag Trafalgar's stupid ass out of, say, suicidal plans to throw himself at a Shichibukai because of the man who wanted him to live. Just saying.]

Happy Birthday Zoro-ya!!

(as well as all the other Zoros out there, no matter which captain you're most definitely sleeping with)

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years ago

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As the name suggests, I'm always thirsty for the Big Guy 😉 I wonder how Kenpachi would react if Ikkaku found a piece of your lingerie in the barracks, but no one knew about your relationship?

The idea of Kenpachi being viewed as sus for fucking a 4th member fuels me so ofc. This got out of hand but I fully blame the energy IkkaYumi brings to anything ever and not myself. Thank you for understanding.

Features: smut (18+) at the mid-point, IkkaYumi being real <3 for the majority of it, and sub!Kenpachi (☆ω☆), also idk maybe some minor angst but like made Seggsy.

Kenpachi Zaraki x f!reader (and IkkaYumi...mostly them tbh.)

Ikkaku slapped the door open with loudest ‘OI’ he could muster. The paper of the door ripped somewhere along the way as it slid open, the wooden frame wobbling as he stepped into the room.

Despite the noise, Yumichika’s hand stayed steadfast as he finished smudging eye shadow on his outer lid. Another ‘OI’ sounded, but no hand shook him or foot kicked at him while Yumichika held a brush to his eye.

Glacial, he finished blending the color until he was satisfied--rinsed the brush--set it to dry. Through the mirror in front of him, Yumichika looked to Ikkaku’s reflection only after admiring his own.

The lacy scrap of undies in Ikkaku’s hand lifted Yumichika’s brow.

“I thought you hated when I wore those,” he said with a sniff, turning to get a better look.

Ikkaku rubbed at his bald head, “yah think that because I do.”

Yumichika gestured for the undies and Ikkaku threw them. “And yet?”

“Yet, I found ‘em anyway!” Ikkaku fell into a wide squat, his hands fisting into the fabric of his uniform over his knees. “In the captain’s office.”

They stared at one another, both settling deeper into their feelings.

“Ikkaku, you must be joking,” Yumichika said, holding the undies against his arm. “This color makes me look positively jaundiced.”

“You think captain gives a shit about color theory?”

Yumichika threw the lacy bit of bullshit at Ikkaku’s face. Smiling when they landed on his dumb, shiny head. “He won’t even let me do his hair, Ikkaku. Your delusion is exhausting me.”

“Then--”

“Yes, Ikkaku. Then, they’re not mine. And they’re someone else’s.”

Ikkaku pulled the undies from his head, squinting at them. “Huh.”

Rising with a flourish, Yumichika let the sleeves of his robe billow behind him as he went for the cabinet to rummage for sake. Possibly a new boyfriend.

He came back after a few gulps, offering Ikkaku the bottle only after giving him a sound kick to the head that sent the man flopping to the side.

“Hey!” Ikkaku steadied himself with one hand and rubbed where he’d been kicked with the other...undies still in hand. “Ya can’t blame me. No one else around here would wear that shit.”

Yumichika gave a flat look. Took another gulp of sake. Sighed heavily as he sank to Ikkaku’s level.

“Which means they belong to someone who would,” Yumichika offered along with the sake. “Someone from a different division.”

“Must be serious,” Ikkaku said, sake dribbling down his chin. “Never found anything in his office...ever.”

Yumichika kissed at the trail of sake and took the bottle back once he’d settled into Ikkaku’s lap. “That means whoever it is will be back. And now we know what to look for.”

Ikkaku grunted, shoving his tongue in Yumichika’s mouth before the man in his lap could swallow his sake, not pulling away until he’d swiped as much alcohol with his tongue as he could.

“That shit ain’t good enough for you, anyway.”

“I know,” Yumichika said softly, tone at odds with him rising to stand, heading for the door.

“O--” A raised hand stalled Ikkaku from pointing to his tightened hamaka.

“Fix my door first, dumbass.”

Ikkaku lowered from his tip-toes, a man afflicted. “No way.”

“I told you,” Yumichika said in a hiss. “Not just from 4th division, but a pencil pusher.”

You looked like the kind who’d scramble to bring an 11th division soldier any impossible request they bullied you for. The quintessential mouse every self-respecting soldier was inclined to paw at.

“Don’t look so fucking smug, Yumi,” Ikkaku grumbled, peeling off the wall and pulling Yumichika back towards the training grounds by the back of the puffed-up peacock’s uniform, right at the lower back. Yumichika had just gotten his fifth pay-back punch in when they hit the gate that separated captain’s estate from training ground.

Theirs might have been the only captain so enamored with battle that he’d moved his quarters as close as the captain general would allow. If it weren’t for the bullshit ‘housing codes and regulations’, Ikkaku was sure the house would’ve been on top of the large rectangle of packed dirt that served as the largest training ground in the entire division.

Once they’d hopped the low wall, more meant to keep Zaraki’s house away from the grounds than to keep his underlings on the grounds away from him, Yumichika fell on the nearest bench to fix his uniform.

“Well now what?” Ikkaku rubbed at his side, knowing he was going to need to stretch soon or the tight knot Yumichika had punched into his side or even a night drowned in sake wouldn’t numb it when he collapsed in his futon.

Yumichika didn’t look up from retying his stiff, decorative obi but his face softened, “Now that we’ve been successfully nosy? I was thinking that new, chic sushi bar near the 1st. The one where all the wait-staff look just as yummy.”

“No I, mean--yeah, we’re definitely going,” Ikkaku said, his previous thought tripping over the vision of pretty smiles from androgynous beauties. “But, what do we do about the captain?”

“Well, I’m not going to say anything, but I also have tact. And grace,” Yumichika shrugged, fluffing the bow of obi.

Ikkaku kicked dirt and tensed forward at the shoulders, like he planned to lunge and attack. “I ain’t no fucking snitch and you know it. Don’tcha?”

Sliding forward, Yumichika massaged at Ikkaku’s tense shoulders, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t saying you would. Just that you’re tactless. And might on accident--which makes you an idiot, not a snitch.”

“Damn right,” Ikkaku grunted, anything but Yumichika’s agreement sliding off his bald head like water. “Wouldn’t snitch for anything. But what if someone else finds out? Like a captain or something. We can’t kill one of them and--”

“Oh, stop worrying about it,” Yumichika said, interrupting and pulling at Ikkaku’s arm--he was hungry, both for refined food and beauties. “No one who wants to live will chance Kenpachi asking for a fight. Or that Captain Unohana; she seems vicious in a way more of our men should be. Such grace.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Ikkaku nodded, letting himself be dragged off for sushi, sake, and sublime wait-staff. Still, there was morale to think about. No hardened warrior of the rukongai wanted to hear their fearless leader had a weakness for...the weak.

There had to be something more to it but Ikkaku wasn’t going to dig more into his captain’s business. He was more than happy to put the shovel down and follow Yumichika, even as the truth sat uncomfortably at the base of his skull.

You were weak in all the ways shinigami measured such things--swordsmanship, spiritual pressure, and kido were subjects you studied more than you practiced, let alone pulled off. But you had enough power to pass school and be sorted into the 4th division ranks, where you excelled.

An aptitude for medical procedure, surgery, and technology was what garnered you not just safety, but respect among your peers.

As for the other divisions? Well, you had some friends in 12th who fully understood your position.

Kenpachi Zaraki? Certainly wasn’t someone who could relate to you.

But, that was fine.

You preferred your men muzzled, anyway.

“Too bad, Cap--tain,” you breathed, stretching his title with your tongue playfully. “I was hoping they’d find out everything.”

Pulling yourself up, one fist over the other, by the leather leash tied taunt around Kenpachi’s neck, you delighted in seeing the muscles there strain to accommodate your weight and the need for breath at the same time.

You pressed your lips against his ear after admiring the rough line of his mouth being forcibly split open by a ball gang, pretty, pink, and yours. “Can’t you go faster?”

His answering grunt was followed by his body pressing into yours quick enough turn your teasing into moans. That’s what you liked most about Kenpachi; he was always striving to be better and exceeding expectation.

it would be effortless for him to put his hands on you without permission or rip out the ball gag, but he didn’t. Even when you met in a grimy bar close to the 11th, too drunk to realize who’s thigh you were toying with, his attention to what you wanted was surprising.

You panted, toes curling as he hit that lovely spot only he ever had, “H-hands on hips.”

So eager, he kneaded from the tops of your thighs to your hips like dough, obviously glad to be rewarded. You were eager too--for the angle. Your hips tilted upward gave him more depth and your fingers tightened on his leash.

There was no need to command for more, because he was giving you his all. And he kept going until your scattered breathing paired with the tight heat he was pounding into you snapped all at once, so intense that your eyes watered.

While you basked in the trembling after shocks, catching your breath, Kenpachi went still.

Until you said, “Sit on floor.”

The bed creaked and rose as he left it, leaving you to collect yourself in peace. When you rose to sit, he was kneeling on the floor, his cock hard and bobbing above his thighs.

You walked to him slow, nails scratching through his rough, black hair as you circled behind him. “Such good work,” you praised, “Just like always.”

Trailing down to the buckle, your fingers made quick of his ball gag, parting it from his teeth gently, and tossing it on the bed.

“What do you want me to reward you with, Kenpachi?” You asked him, only once you’d come to face him, your hand urging his jaw up, his eyes on yours.

“To get off,” he said, shameless.

You hummed, “then do it.”

Frowning, Kenpachi leaned his face into your touch. “I want you to.....please.”

The word ‘please’ was said slow, his eyes leaving yours several times before he said it. You wondered how many people Kenpachi Zaraki had ever asked, for anything. Let alone, with manners.

You kissed his nose, finding the almost demure behavior cute, “Then I will. Lay down.”

He did, his arms behind his head, like he napping under a tree instead of waiting for your hands to give his weeping cock relief.

You took your time, teasing him with sensation by spitting into your hand and giving him light rubs, again and again until his hips lifted off the ground.

The lacy bit of pink undies that stretched tight over his thighs, were yours too. And you peeled them off, throwing them toward the ball gag as his breathing grew heavy in the air.

Perhaps you deserved less teasing, but you couldn’t resist dragging out the fun a touch more, one hand fondling his tightening balls while the other scratched lightly at his inner thighs.

His breathing was catching on groans and audible ‘ah’s that had you biting your lip. Thigh’s clenching, you finally began circling the tip of his cock. Soon, you were giving him his first pump, slick hand trailing his length from tip to base in smooth, steady motions.

Straddling his thighs, you took advantage of the position and put both your hands to work, gripping him harder but keeping the same pace.

“Look how hard you are,” you cooed, hands pausing as your thumb circled the slit topping the bulbous head of his cock. “Do you want to cum for me?”

His, “yes,” was immediately pushed from his heaving chest. You hummed, so tempted to climb on top of him fully. But, that would be a kind of weakness you didn’t allow yourself.

Kenpachi’s lone eye struggled to stay open as you lowered your lips to kiss the tip of him. You rose back up and licked them as he watched, his pre-cum salty as it settled on your tongue.

You couldn’t call him unraveling under your firm, fast touch seeing him at his weakest. But, you were certain it was a kind of vulnerable he seldom experienced. Even his arms had come from behind his head, his fingers flexing around air while he struggled to keep them away from you. His hips began bucking with such strength that you were forced to tighten your thighs around his to keep your place.

Desperate, is what he was. For you to give him what he worked for.

And, you did.

His cock pulsed as you wrung his orgasm out, thick ropes of cum falling over his sweaty stomach and dripping down your hands. His moan was loud, deep, and reverberated through out the room like a cry of victory.

You kept stroking him until he was completely spent, until he made a sound almost like a whine.

“I need--”

He sat up, setting you on the floor before padding to the bathroom, and coming back with a damp cloth. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes on your hands as you willed yourself to calm down. His orgasm had made you want him again, badly. But you had things to do. He had things to do.

What you had with Kenpachi was strange and tenuous. And your smug confidence drained a bit as you cleaned yourself and him, until you were almost unsure.

What now? You’d never even seen his house before this. Always in more public places, where you parted almost immediately after playing with him.

“You want these back,” he asked, lifting the ball gag and undies in one hand while pulling back the blankets on the bed with the other. The leash was already on the bedside table, his neck angrily red still.

If you took them, you wondered if it was all over. “No, you should. They’re easy enough to clean.”

“...You sure?”

You nodded, not so attached to a couple cheap props that you’d be wounded if something happened to them. “They’re all yours.”

Shrugging after a moment of silence, he gestured with his head to the bed, “unless you wanna take a shower first.”

“I’m fine for now,” you responded, climbing under the blanket, more confused than obedient. “Are you tired?”

“Enough to sleep.”

The bed dipped from his bulk, forcing you closer. He tossed an arm around you, so you could get comfortable against his side. You lay your head on his chest, eyes still open, listening to him breathe.

At first, you’d thought maybe it was all a joke. That Kenpachi Zaraki was trying to trap you into....something, like those men who feigned nice before using all their muscle to force you to bend as they wanted. To teach you a lesson for trying to dominate him.

You didn’t delude yourself into thinking you had real, tangible power of him or any man you’d toyed with, after all. Just something momentary, like a brief understanding.

But you felt less cautious as your eyes drooped shut and your thoughts circled around his intentions. He always approached you and asked, vague and gruff, ‘here good?’ And you’d find a closet or office or twisty alley that would do.

This time, you asked him. And he took you to his bedroom, compliant as ever, waiting for you to sprinkle nice words in his ear, for you to give him pleasure for being his best.

Drifting off to the rise and fall of his chest, you wondered if things like that meant so much to him.

#this is very lightly edited bc im so short on time lately #but this was fun #kenpachi zaraki smut #kenpachi zaraki x reader #kenpachi zaraki #bleach sm #bleach imagines #bleach scenario #zaraki-oriented #kenpachi: i like being praised and having someone acknowledge me #reader: wait....is this....kind of depressing and not just kinky?#but fr i just think dommed kenpachi is hot and i can not resist sprinkling crumbs of angst

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i-see-you-now-you-see-me · 4 years ago

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Awaken the World (oneshot)

Pairing: Wayv Ten (Nct Ten) x Reader

Word count: 11k im sorry

Warnings: smutty smut, pure filth, Ten is an alien with two dicks... that’s it, that’s the warning, mention of suicide, (keep in mind, this is a fiction and has nothing to do with real people in real life, also, use protection!!!)

*new Years party*

-You deserve a break from time to time, Y/N, - Trish said while talking to you, - besides, you rarely go out, it feels like you are stuck in that apartment of yours.

-I know, I know, you and Shin always tell me that, give me an hour and I will be ready, ok?

-Yes, we will get a taxi and let’s go!!!

Your friend hung up and you went straight for the bathroom to get ready. It was unusual for you to go out, but you did like it from time to time. What you didn’t like in fact was the “gropers” as you called them. People who randomly grab other people, it did not matter how drunk were they, it’s just one of the things that you disliked, and your body proportions did not help either. Being tall and curvy (can be any other description, remember Y/N has a variety), always gave you peoples glares and staring, which did not pay any compliment at all, it made you more insecure.

What if people stare cause I’m ugly?

That was always there in your head, but your friends reminded you it is not like that, they stare because you are gorgeous.

*La Wanderlust club* two hours prior.

-Jack, I don’t think we can do that, - Michel spoke softly, he was new to the business and this was the first time he was about to do something bad.

-They will pay us near hundred grand for every girl, I ain’t gonna lose that money, if you do not participate you might as well leave.

Michel bit his lip, he knew this was bad, and if ever anyone finds out, they will all go to prison, but money like that did not grow on trees, and despite the fact, that their club was doing great, extra money for themselves for a “tiny” thing like that, would not be so bad.

-Fine, - he finally spoke, - I will do it.

Couple of hours later the club was getting busier, girls, loners and couples kissing in the booths that they provided. Everyone having a drink in their hands, enjoying themselves. Michel checked the pills under the bar, in total just 10 pills. Ten girls.

Tonight he will spike drinks for ten girls, and later send them away, no questions asked, spike the drinks and get the girls in the back on the club until the buyer collects them.

Shin was the first to drag you to the bar.

-Cosmos for the girls!!! – she nearly shouted while Michel prepared your drinks. He was watching you all carefully, thinking about who’s drink to spike. It was a hard decision, he was not yet able to make, so all the pills stayed where they were.

A couple hours later Trish was dancing with a random stranger while you were sipping coke by yourself at the corner, your eyes looking Shin who said will be back after she went for a fag. You felt a light tap on your shoulder.

-Hey, sexy, want a drink? – a stranger asked you, he could barely stand on his feet. Michel was fast to approach you and take you to bar.

-Annoying, huh? – he asked, and you nodded. – Anything to drink at all?

-Yeah, uhm, gin with tonic, please, - you said and gave the bartender bank card, while you turned around to spot your friends, he smoothly put one of the pills I your drink. In fact, that was the last pill. His brothers had already taken the other girls to the back, stripping them from their ID’s and purses, putting them in separate boxes.

Their buyer said they will sort It out themselves, so the guys do not have to worry about anything.

The dizziness hit you like a brick and two minutes later you were dragged away, your friends both busy with their newfound partners (always make sure your friends are not like this, yeah? They should care about your well being as well as their own), not noticing how you go missing, in front of their eyes. You were half asleep, half awake, you felt how you got thrown on the ground, and your beating heart knew nothing good will come out of this, but your body was shutting down faster than you could react.

You were out cold when the buyer got here, paying the bar owners huge money, taking your belongings as well as all ten bodies, putting them in a trunk, driving to a different place. They gave all girls sedative to keep you out for the hours needed. You were being prepared for an exceptionally long drive, far, far away from home.

Noticing lights further down the road, the buyers didn’t waste no more time and drove to where your destiny would start.

Up on the entrance pass code was required, which was sent to one of the buyer’s phones, the gate opened and what looked like some sort of “space station” was waiting for them. A big looking fella greeted them when they got out of the van.

-I assume you did well, - one of them spoke, as he was approaching with a bag full of cash.

-Yes, just like you wanted, there is ten of them, you can check if they are your liking, - buyers face smirked. Truth to be told, the “big man” did not care at all, the girls would probably look a lot different after quite a while, but it was none of his concerns. He had a hand in this business for a very long time and no one had ever suspected a thing.

Traveling from country to country, every five years some girls go missing? Who cares! People go missing every day. Business is running like normal.

Buyers unloaded the package and left with the cash, while “big man” made sure they were far away from sight before the center of the building ground opened, a platform moving higher until a spaceship was spotted. Opening the doors, he entered, taking the girls in one by one, taking of their shoes, putting on something that looked like a onesie of someone who works in a chop shop, smearing their make up with wet wipes so they looked ruined, make up running down like that.

Not that his clients needed their faces to look good anyways.

Walking through the ship towards the controls he noticed that an error had come up.

“ERROR 401, assistance needed, fuel tank”, to what he checked and decided it still would be enough for the journey, and if his clients will require some more of the product transported, they will provide him fuel generously.

-Safe journey, - he whispered before setting the coordinates and walking out, securing all bodies, making sure the spaceship is set for its destination. Walking back and starting the system up he fare welled with a bow and watched how the spaceship disappeared into the sky with a speed of lighting. This would be the last time you would be seen at all, and he had no regrets. A smile formed on his lips and a yawn; it had been a long day preparing. Time to rest.

*10043567901;1102033149001. PLANET DYVLONY*

Detective Ten pulled his spent cock out of his partners mouth, smirking.

-What a good girl you’ve been, - he said, while wiping her smeared lips with his thumb, his sperm glistening on her chin, - but I have one more in need of a touch.

His partners eyes widened noticing that instead of a one graceful phallus, he indeed (as the rumors had said) had been gifted with a second one, which even with one glance was visibly thicker and more veiny than the other.

She licked her lips in anticipation.

-Get on all fours for me, lovely, will you, - she did as Ten told her to, and soon her entrance was filled to the brim with just one thrust. Ten was still wearing all his clothing while his partner was borne down to nothing. She mewled at Ten’s sharp pelvic movements and thanked him for each slap she received. His hands moved to grope her breasts and pinch her nipples, while his thrusts never stopped. Her core was clenching, she was close, but Ten would not have this. He pulled out, grabbing a hold of the ceiling chain and tying her hands, pulling her up in standing position, before she even could comprehend a sentence to somewhat – bastard, how dare you!

His interrogation room, which normally was used to invest in pains of criminals, was now used for the pleasure of sex, and Ten spanked his partners bottom, he swatted away her bare cheeks till they were red in color, and the sounds his partner was making, didn’t make no sense. Ten lifted her leg up, and found her opening with his fingers, two of them making their way inside her body, thrusting as fast as he could manage, finishing her off within a minute, but before riding her orgasm, pushing his cock in her again, till tears were streaming down her face.

-I cccaaa…nntttt… - she was trying to say, but Ten would not stop, she was climaxing again, her core muscles milking Ten for all he’s worth, his hands letting her leg down, and his front pressing against her back.

His cum was leaking down her thighs, together with her essence, both of them breathing heavily. He whispered.

-So, is it true what they say about me? – he smirked against her shoulder. While trying to come up with a proper sentence, his partner turned to face him, she stood 6`1 tall, - taller than him by all means and, bit her lip.

-Ah, you know what, - she whispered, - you are not too bad.

Ten laughed.

-You could not even say anything five minutes ago, so I take that as a lie, - he said, setting her down on the ground, letting the chains rest on the floor, before securing them up again, Ten zipped up his pants.

-There is a shower, you can clean up.

-Well, - his partner spoke up, - you do suck at aftercare.

With that she stood up and left to where Ten had pointed to. Ten was all she wanted in a man, he was fearless, strong, good at what he does, and yes, oh yes, great at sex, but she knew this would be the first and last time they would sleep together, which does not even count as sleeping together, it was just raw fucking, her abused cunt convulsing around nothing imagining how great it was.

Dressing up, she was greeted by Ten, who as a gentleman he was, had opened the car door, where he would put a seatbelt on her, give her a bottle of juice, driving her to the town. His phone went off.

-ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

Ten put the phone on speaker.

-Detective Ten, this is Xiao Dejun from the High court, there has been a crash at the GYPE beach, and it has been secured by SWAT teams who have cleared the area, we are waiting for you and your colleagues to arrive, it is an emergency. Sir, are you alone?

-I will be in a couple of minutes, - Ten stopped the car and gave the woman a sympathetic look, before she stepped out of the vehicle and slammed the door, well, at least it was not his face, she slammed. – I am now.

-It is…, - Xiao Dejun stopped before continuing, - it is a spaceship, we are on a high alert now, I am surprised no one had called you.

-I was occupied elsewhere, no one dared to trouble me, but I will be with you ASAP.

-See you soon then.

Couple of minutes later Detective Ten parked his car and was trying to get through the public crowds and reporters, who were trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening. Ten showed his V card as soon as he was approaching the secured area. It was crowded with SWAT teams of all sorts. White, none see through plastic covering all around the area, police teams in full gears and weapons. Ten stepped inside.

It was dusty, the ships landing must have created a sandstorm of some sort, the spaceship itself was covered in dust, the electronics on the other side being ripped apart from the intact with ground, the wires spiking an electric volt from time to time.

-What are we seeing here? – Ten asked, when he was approached by High Court man, Dejun in front.

-We were waiting for you, you have worked with anomalies like this, so we are in need of your assistance with this.

As they talked, they had approached the entrance of the aircraft, as they had assumed. As a detective, Ten had come across various forms of UFO’s that had probably drifted away from their main coordinates, but they had always kept things from public eye, since it was nothing harmful, just something that had proved they are not the only ones in universe.

The fire rescue team were waiting for a signal to cut the door out, the SWAT teams ready to shoot at any point, officers from the station were Ten works, standing next in line after SWAT team. Ten put on a west and secured his weapon. Putting his hand up, two fingers signaling for action, fireman cutting down the metal door, taking it out, putting ladder board to the entrance, he was ready to enter first.

Slowly moving towards the entrance, careful as they could, detective Ten with two swat members went in. Sweeping the aircraft bit by bit (since it was quite small), shouting -CLEAR, after checking every corner they spotted, moving forward until they reached a clearance, where they stopped, eyes widening.

-What the… - Ten spoke, in front of their eyes was bodies of girls/women, dressed in weird clothing, but it didn’t seem like they would be able to operate this aircraft. Ten spotted a movement, approaching straight away, putting his gun down and checking the pulse of the girl. Both SWAT members ready to shoot if she would attack the guy.

-We need ambulance, - he shouted, realizing that they are alive, but not in the “mood to fight” and heard the response teams through microphones, soon the medics were there, untying girl bodies, ushering them in ambulances, sending them away to a secret facility that lies below the High court for special occasions such as this. Teams provided with extreme medical equipment, wearing full gear, in case this was some sort of diversion, or something far more dangerous or poisonous for that matter, were ready to start working as soon as the bodies would arrive.

Once the ship was cleared, detective Ten with some of his teammates, were doing the “detective work”.

-Does not look like they were supposed to crash here, - one of them said, - coordinates are not ours.

-There is a glitch in the system, - Ten said, - but to check what is that this ship is in need of fixing.

-Like hell it is, - other one said, - this is nothing like ours, Ten, it is probably near to impossible changing any parts, this is not as advanced as ours, if we could find a clue to where it comes from, that would be a record.

-I know, but you also know how good I am at my job.

-Detective Ten? – he turned around to see High court man coming in his direction.

-How may I help?

-We will move this aircraft to a different facility, location we will let you know once it will be secured, we need to make this as clean as we can, is that right?

Ten and his teammates nodded.

-Of course, sir, - Ten bowed, and cleared the ship.

-We should be heading back, detective, - his mates said before leaving, Ten’s phone rang at the same time.

-Detective Ten speaking.

-You should come to High court, there will be a member of staff to greet you and take you to us, they are coming to their senses.

Ten nodded and hang up. Soon enough he was going down the elevator with a member of staff, going lower than Ten had imagined of how deep the facility was build. And how?

-Detective, - Xiao Dejun greeted him, taking him though corridors, - so far, we have discovered all of the bodies are female, we are checking their health balance as we speak, they are definitely from another place, even Planet… so we have given them an injection of microchip, and also a vaccine, looks like they have taken them well. Also, since we do not know why they are here, do not think of this being uncivil, when they have not given us any answers either.

Ten ached a brow.

-You’ll see, - Dejun opened the door. On a high platform was ten chairs, all girls seated on them, tied up, all looking scared as ever, - and if you can get a criminal to talk, I assume this will be a piece of cake for you.

Ten smiled and nodded. Oh yes. He would enjoy this.

-Greetings, aliens, - Ten said walking towards the platform, none of the girls said anything back. – I am Detective Ten, and I will ask you some questions, if you do not answer there will be consequences, and I am sure none of you would like the ones I have in my mind.

You were shaking in your chair. You had no idea where you were, why were you tied up, how you came to this, and the detectives look was even more terrifying, especially his smirk.

He stood in front of one girl.

-Who are you? – when she didn’t respond, Ten walked over to the girl next to her and slapped her hard across the face. You jumped in your seat.

-Let me make this clear, if I ask, you answer, if you don’t answer, I make sure the person next to you pays for it, clear?

You and others nodded. A tear slipped from the corner of your eyes. Ten walked over to the girl next to you. Which meant- is she did not answer, he would slap you in return.

-Why are you here? – detective asked again, it looked like she was trying to formulate a sentence but trying to speak was getting difficult. The language felt strange on her tongue, the microchip that was planted, was only now starting to work. The question was understood, but to speak was a difficulty.

Not satisfied with “no answer”, detective was striding towards you with his hand ready, but before he could smack you, you found your voice and shouted loud and clear.

-I WILL TELL YOU ALL YOU WANT TO KNOW, - and then you went quiet, Ten leaned closer, - just don’t hit me, o-o-o-or anyone, p-p-please.

The tears you had felt frozen in place, and the saliva in your throat seemed to dry out too fast. The stare the detective was giving you, sent chills through your body.

-Who are you? – he asked.

Your throat was dry, and you couldn’t speak. Ten took this as a sign for water, he knew this face well after a long session of sinful pleasures, even his mouth was dry at some point. He was handed a glass, that he put to your lips and gave you a small sip. A little bit of water dripping down the corner of your lips. Ten’s cock twitched in his pants. His previous activities coming to mind.

-My name is Y/N, - you stated.

-Who are you, Y/N? – detective continued.

You were thinking to yourself- what do I say? Who am I, really?

-I am a regular girl, - you said, detective eye-level with you.

-And?

Ten was pushing you for answers, and you were trying hard, really trying, he walked to the girl before you and smacked her, since you had not given an answer.

One of the girls started sobbing, and Ten went to her.

-Who are you? – she sniffled, and tried to speak, Ten gave her water as well.

-I am Anna, - she spoke softly, trying not to cry, - I c-cannot remember…

Ten turned to Dejun.

-Had they been on drugs?

-Here is a report, - Dejun’s assistant handed Ten a piece of paper, various blood tests showed signs of unknown supplement in their blood. Even their blood was nothing they had ever seen. DNA looked completely anomaly, compared to theirs.

-We were trying to make a sample, but it was too fast to clear from their blood stream.

Ten nodded, thinking to himself. He looked at all girls, eyeing them carefully. They were female. Why would someone send females to attack? He checked photos of the girl naked bodies, curves and a bit of chubby thighs, so they were not sent to war, fighters have fair share of muscles, which none of these girls possessed. Their bodies were free from poison, so they were not sent here… or not meant to land here in the first place.

-I need to see the ship, - detective Ten spoke, - for now, leave them here, I will be back as soon as I can.

With that he left the building together with Dejun’s assistant.

The facility was located a few miles from the GYPE beach, the ship cleared from all the dust, all parts, that had broken apart, next to the ship. Engineers were working to recover any sort of information to help them.

-Detective Ten, this is the engineering team A, specializing in UFO’s, you have worked with them in past, - a man in his fifties shook hands with Ten. -My name is Leon Yah, I am their team leader.

-Yes, I remember, anything yet?

-A little bit, - the man said, taking Ten closer to the team. – This is Jungwoo, one of our best new mechanical engineers and biochemists, he is helping us with this case, - Leon proudly presented Jungwoo, even putting his hands on the guys shoulder, - tell them what you know.

-So, I found a piece of electrics that I actually can use to pinpoint the location this ship came from, it carries the information, sort of like the black box, if you will. It is trying to get it now, so, then at least we might get a clue, what is the reason for crashing here, or any info at all.

Two beeps later, Jungwoo was the first to run towards his computer.

-Just what I though, - he said and then stopped, - what? How is this possible?

-What’s that? – Ten asked.

-There are fragments similar to CASE 101, 1992… but I have no idea of what that is.

-Whatever do you mean? – Ten asked, seeing Jungwoo’s face expresion, and the team leader Leon came closer.

-A while ago there was similar crash, only partly one, there was a ship that contained 2 people, and at that time we came across a different DNA, using one of the bodies, one of the females died, and the other…

-What’s with the other? – Jungwoo asked surprised, he had not heard of this.

-The other is my mother, - detective Ten spoke.

Jungwoo’s jaw went slack, he could not say a word. How had he not heard of this? This is important information.

-At that time, your mother told us, she was sent as a prostitute, because when she got drugged, she hadn’t used alcohol, so she was half awake when it all happened. And your father as a doctor, made sure she was taken care of. I remember that, as if it was yesterday…

“And fucked her like a prostitute he thought she was,” Ten gritted his teeth thinking about this.

-And a few years later I was born, half human half DYVLONY, - detective Ten never liked this part of the story, first of all, who knew, humans could carry a DYVLONY child, even be able to copulate in the first place, also, that is why he was born different. - Could they all be human females then?

-They might be, there is documents about your mother, that could be used to identify if they indeed are human, also maybe there is still metal research of the previous aircraft, that we could use. They should be with the High court, I will ring Xiao Dejun and let him know.

Jungwoo was checking through the information that he had received and sighed. For him this was indeed the first-time seeing UFO and hearing about different species gave him a weird tingle.

-This ship was not crafted by humans, that’s for sure.

-How can you bee certain? – Ten asked.

-If we do not possess this sort of metal, I do not think there is a possibility that this would come from humans, maybe the older report had more on that.

Yes, humans. Fragile creatures. Ten sighed, his mom was human, but heck she was strong woman, whom he loved dearly, and his father, who might have taken her for the wrong reasons, later fell in love and married her.

Team leader came back a few minutes later, giving the papers of what they had discovered to Ten, so he could get back to High court.

Stepping through the threshold, Ten was greeted by the ten females again, all still sat on the chairs provided, all still looking scared, but a bit more relaxed. After checking the papers about his own mother, Ten came across the idea of these females being sent to a different Planet as whores, the same as his mother once was. He just needed some answers to see if it is true.

-How did you end up in the aircraft? – Ten spoke, this time more softly.

-All I remember is me and my friends on a night out, - one girl spoke. You nodded, you remembered that as well.

-I had a drink, and then… - other one spoke, your memories were there as well, you remembered being dragged to the back.

-They took our identification, - you spoke, - and that is all I remember.

-I cannot even remember that, - another girl said, - I wish I didn’t drink that much.

Ten left together with Xiao Dejun to have a chat about further actions.

-It is clear that they were meant to be sent somewhere else, and they are harmless, - Ten said.

-What do you think we do?

-The same as thirty years ago, - he said, - we take them into our community, make sure they are taken care of, and see where it goes.

-How?

-I propose, we put each female together with a person who would take care of them, teach them our culture and see.

-Yeah, true, it’s not like putting them in prison, they are not criminals, - Dejun agreed.

-What about members of society council? There is plenty of men capable, - when Ten said those words he nearly choked, he knew half of the council would have them girls eagle spread on their beds in less then twenty hours, and he would be one of them.

-And you? – Xiao asked, Ten nodded, - let’s ask and see, shall we?

Two days later, all females were dressed in casual clothing, they were cleaned and fed, taught a few things about ownership, since that’s what they would be, OWNED. That meant that the household they would stay in, would have their own rules to follow.

You were anxious. Who are you going home with? Before your parting, all of you had a small chat, just expressing your worries and fears, since this was not exactly a trip to Maldives, or a trip in general. Besides, you were not friends, you were bunch of randomly selected girls for prostitution.

-I hope he will be nice, - Anna spoke, and then the thought of you going away with some random men started to scare you. It could go two ways, either way nice or, he would treat you like shit. All these men want is just one thing, which with your lack of experience would be -nothing. If he even would dare to touch you, you’d probably kick him in the balls, run away and hide.

At that point it didn’t seem like a bad idea, oh boy, how wrong you were.

You were the last one waiting for the person to pick you up. You never got to see who was here to collect other girls, so it was possible, that you would not see any of them again. Not unless, the person who you are going home, could tell you were they are.

Minutes turned to hours, your palms were sweaty, your heart was beating fast until…

-Miss Y/N, - you nearly jumped out of your body upon hearing your name. You stood up and walked through the door. – There is a paperwork to get signed and you should be able to leave as soon as it is done.

Next thing you know, detective Ten walks through the door.

-Ready? – his gaze found yours within seconds. Surely there must be a mistake… no way you are going home with this crazy dude… When he was in front of you, you realized that you must have spaced out, but detectives face looked like he was about to hit you.

-Ah, yes, - you managed to speak. He handed you paper where you had to sign, and after you followed him, no questions asked. When he opened the car for you, you sat down, Ten put a seatbelt on you, got in the drivers seat, started the engine and got going. It was silence. Long silence.

-So… - you wanted to start a conversation, and turned to your new “legal guardian”, he put his hand up and you put your hand on your mouth to shut it, turning your head to the other side, feeling the tears threatening to fall, he was about to smack you. So, he was abusive… oh no.

-Let’s make some things clear, - he started in a low voice, - you do not speak when you are not spoken to, no asking questions, you will not get any answers, make sure not to be in my way, when I leave for work, you do not leave the house at any point. Understood?

You nodded.

-I need words, Y/N, - he said it in clear language, even though normally people struggle with your name pronunciation.

-Yes, - you said quietly.

-Yes what? – he re-asked.

-I do not know, - you said your voice smaller than before.

-Call me Ten, better yet sir, if you wish, that’s more polite, yes?

-Yes, Ten, - you spoke in barely a whisper. Minutes later Ten turned left and you approached his house. Once inside the garage, Ten helped you out of the car, and you took in your surroundings. Everything was neat. Things on shelves, DIY items, you could not spot a dust anywhere. You noticed doors with password access, wondering what could be there, but were cut short with Ten waiting for you at other doors, which were the entrance to the house.

-You can walk through the whole house to see what’s where, but do not disturb me when I work, also since I am a detective, there is a few things you do not need to know or see. I will show you to your room.

You followed behind keeping your mouth shut. You did not want to anger a guy who was abusive, it terrified you to the bone, so you better stayed quiet. Your room was simple, it contained a bed and a nightstand next to it, the bedding was white, like half of the things in his house. There was a wardrobe, which was empty.

-There is a passage to bathroom, I will get you a towel, give me a second, - Ten walked inside, coming back with a towel, putting it on your bed. – how do you sleep?

-Huh?

Ten bit the inside of his cheek. His patience was running thin, the whole idea of a female staying at his house was somewhat disturbing, but also alluring in some way. Maybe soon he could have you tied up in his interrogation room, naked, pussy dripping and ass on display, he licked his lips.

“What is he thinking about? Pervert!” you thought to yourself.

-What do you wear?

If you were on Earth, you would crack a joke how you would sleep naked, but this was not the place or time to do so.

-Pajamas, - you answered, - really, it’s just shirt and trousers, - something more on, god know what this guy could be up to! Duh! Your brain signaled crazy thoughts.

-Ok, I will get you some, - with that he disappeared. You felt like you were in boarding school, not that you had a clue to what that feels like, but hey, imagination. You sat on the bed, your eyes were threatening you with tears that were gathering, but you looked up and thanked the gods for that you were alive. Could have been worse. You could have been sent to another Planet and could have been sold to some asshole as a whore.

Alright, he might not be the nicest guy, but he is providing you with a place to live so you were grateful. For the time being, once you figure out how to get away.

Ten was just about to get his car keys and go to store, when he received a message from Xiao Dejun. They used to be students, going to the same school when they were kids, as hard as it was for Ten, Dejun was always there to protect him, so they became friends.

-A video? – Ten said to himself and transferred the video to his tablet, - I will watch it when I come back.

With that he left. Once you heard the door being locked, you got up from the bed and went to explore. Passing by Ten’s room, you noticed it was not personal, there was no pictures, but at least he had a plant. A very weird looking one, but still a plant. Walking further through the house, you went in the kitchen. There was a tablet left on the table, you didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but walking past it caught your eye. It lit up, a video had been received and you checked if no one was watching you, and pressed “play”.

-??? – what you saw, made you question if the girls that got drugged were actual prostitutes. High court magistrate Xiao Dejun was balls deep in Anna and looked like she was enjoying it as much as he was. But she left only what, like two hours before you?! What the actual fuck was going on? Was this expected of you? To give your body to some alien? Did detective Ten fancy some good old human-alien pussy or what?

-Guess what, he ain’t getting nothing! – you nearly shouted, not noticing how detective Ten was right behind you.

-Getting what?

You jumped, before turning around, not even looking him in the eye.

-Getting what? I asked you a question!

-Uhm, nothing, sir, - you managed. Your back was covering the tabled, the video left on “pause”, as if nothing has happened, you had not seen nothing.

-Were you watching that? – detective Ten asked and you nodded a “no”, did not have to be a detective to see how your eyes darted elsewhere but him to know that you were lying, - I won’t tolerate liars.

Was he about to smack you? You couldn’t really tell, one thing for certain, he was not pleased.

-Let me ask you again, - he warned, - were you watching the video, that is my private property, and you did it without any permission?

You nodded your head. You felt like being scolded by your parents.

-I need words when I ask you question!

-Yes, sir, - you said quietly.

-Turn around, - he ordered, and you looked up at him as to ask “huh?”.

-Was I not clear? – he said again, - turn around, - so you did. – press play and watch the video.

Only then you noticed the length of it. A solid hour… You pressed “play” and closed your eyes. Ten didn’t see that you had closed your eyes. When moans and slapping sounds echoed through the kitchen you were trying not to cringe. Behind you, detective Ten was near enough grabbing his own crotch to relieve some stress, but he needed to punish you first.

-Are you getting wet listening to them? – you thought “what the fuck”, - I bet you are. Dirty girl, cannot wait for me to do that to you, yeah?

You were biting your lips in hopes of him stopping talking. On Earth you would have turned around, smacked the asshole and told him to fuck himself. Here… uhm, you stand and wait. A whoosh reached your bottom cheeks. A smack so loud, louder than the video being played, had reached you. You jumped and opened your eyes.

-How do you like it? – he was so close, you felt his breath on your neck, he smacked you again, groping your ass, - you are a good girl, aren’t you? Letting your hair down, biting your lip, teasing your partner just to see a reaction, well then, baby, I am all yours, besides, I have something others do not possess.

Your eyes were bulging out from your eye sockets. Was he dirty- talking you in sleeping with him? How to politely decline? Yikes.

-I apologize for watching this video, and I won’t do that again, I promise, - you stated, getting out of detectives grasp and running to your room, leaving Ten in the kitchen with growing tent in his trousers, squinting his eyes, trying to figure out what just happened.

His dirty talk always works, so why it had not affected you?

You were no virgin, but your past experiences were not the best either, so might as well count yourself as a reborn virgin. You were not the type of person to sleep with someone just like that, it just was not your thing. Being on a different Planet does not help either. Remembering how magistrate Xiao was even able to fit in Anna’s delicate body, had your body shutting down, ah a migraine was on its way.

You would think about that all night.

Duh.

Ten didn’t return, at least you didn’t hear him. Only later he came by your door to announce that dinner was ready.

-It’s not much, since I don’t know what you eat, it’s spicy though, - ha warned, you thanked him and sat down, having the first spoonful only small, in case it was something you would not be able to eat. He was studying you, there must be something about you, there was no chance he had lost his charms.

The food was fire.

Your run to the sink was so fast, Ten burst out laughing.

-You eat this? – you cried, pouring cold water on your tongue.

-Too spicy? – he giggled, you would have laughed as well, if it didn’t burn your mouth or lips.

-This is poison!!! – you still kept watering your mouth, while Ten continued eating. When you sat back down, your face red and puffy as if you just had an allergic reaction, Ten looked up at you, standing up and walking towards the cupboards, he opened one up.

-What of this can you eat? – he started a conversation.

You turned around and saw something similar to oats.

-Do you have milk?

Ten opened the fridge. At least a porridge, that will do, nothing much, but hopefully will be edible.

Few moments later you were enjoying a porridge that actually tasted like porridge.

-I bought you clothes, - Ten said, - left them in a bag by your door.

-Thank you, - you stated, and Ten didn’t incline that he was angry with you for not addressing him “sir” like you were meant to. You washed the dishes and went back to your room. Opening the bag detective had left you, surprised laugh left your mouth. He had bought you jumpers and trousers, shirts and even a couple of underwear, at least you though that was an underwear, some holes missing, he must have bought them from somewhat “kinky” section.

From time to time you started to hear screams, loud, so loud, you could not sleep. Turns out, Ten as a detective did quite a lot of methods in catching criminals, that no one knew about. Forbidden methods, the ones, you cannot use, if you work for police task force. He assured you, that it is nothing to worry about, but how can you not?

-It just sounded like someone was about to die, - you stated at the dinner table, chewing on your porridge.

-I did tell you not to ask questions… - Ten warned.

-I don’t, - you talked back, - it’s a statement of the sounds I heard.

-You wanna see how I do business? – Ten offered, - I can take you downstairs and show you how I deal with criminals.

-No, thank you, - you turned around, going to sink and washing your bowl.

-Come on, don’t be scared now, I will show you, - to be true, Ten wanted you to see what happens if you become a perp. Also, that would work as a warning in case you want to do something that Ten would not approve of, like- running away, which, you have thought of every night before going to sleep.

Ten dragged you downstairs, typed the code for the other doors, which you were curious about, and you stepped inside.

Blue colors, chains from the ceilings, a table further down, your eyes had to get used to the lighting, until you spotted a chair, before looking around to see other “interesting” instruments, that gave you creeps. Ten walked further, opening a cupboard, taking out and loading a gun, pointing it at you.

-What the… - you choked on your saliva, - uhm, are you doing?

-You know what this is? – he asked, still pointing a gun at you, you nodded. – this is paralyzer. Guess what it does?

-Paralyzes people? – you asked in a small voice.

Someone coughed, diverting your attention, turning around, you noticed the criminal, who was beat to a pulp, looking closer you noticed sharp pointers in his back from the chair he was sat in.

-Wh-what are those? – you whispered.

-I did an acupuncture, - he stated easily, - tell you what, - he kept a pause, - it works miracles...

You swallowed. The blue light made Ten look especially evil. You watched as Ten pressed a couple of numbers on remote control, and the spikes disappeared. The gun was now pointed at the criminal, and without a single thought, you saw Ten shoot the guy, without remorse, not even a flinch. You jumped. On Ten’s command, the spikes went back through the guys back, he screamed in pain.

You did not want to end up like the guy, your feet moving faster than your brain, out of the room, through the door, through the garage entry, running away, not even knowing where. You ran till you were out of breath, stopping randomly to breath in, catch your breath and get going. You were sure, detective would hunt you down, and if you don’t move faster, he might catch you, and god knows, maybe torture you like that guy.

Lungs on fire, seemed like you had run for hours. Taking in your surroundings you smelled freshness from something close, walking further you found out you had come to beachside. Blue water, clear and see-through greeted you with opened arms. There was something else that caught your attention – police tape, surrounding what looked like a hole in the sand.

-This must be where they found us, - you said to yourself.

-And here I thought you were a good girl, - a voice not much further behind you startled you. You turned around to see detective Ten with a serious expression on his face.

-Why? – you asked, Ten didn’t say a word, - why do you treat me like that, huh?

Not knowing, your body moved closer to Ten’s, your pointer finger poking at his chest.

-What do you want from me? – you shouted, - I am not like Anna or anyone else, I won’t do what they are doing, I should not be here! Why are you abusive? Do you want to hit me? – you breathed in, - I am from another planet, I do not know how to be someone I am not, I do not wish to be owned, and certainly not by someone like you.

You finished your sentence in barely a whisper. Ten got a hold of both your hands.

-I don’t like your tone, - he started, and you laughed in his face.

-So what? – you laughed, - what now? I end up like the guy you tortured?

You got out of his grasp, fleeting towards the see as fast as you could. Ten was after you, as you ran in the water, he chased after you. Your feelings on high alert, there was no turning back if you wanted to go back home.

Not even reaching deep enough you got on your knees without holding your breath and getting under water. Ten’s strong arms pulled you back up.

-No, - he said in warning voice, - this is not how we do things here.

You still were trying to get underwater.

-No, - he said again, grabbing you towards his much stronger body, - STOP!

Tears felt down your cheeks. You really thought that killing yourself was the exit. When you didn’t struggle anymore, Ten started to pull you out from the water. He was completely silent. Bringing you with him to the car, he put the seatbelt on, got in the drivers seat and drove.

Both of your bodies were soaked, and the closest person to help him was his own family. Pulling up in the drive- way, Ten got out of the vehicle first, then helping you out. Soon a knock on the door, they opened with Ten’s fathers face.

-Hmm, what do we see here? – he asked and smiled, opening the doors wider, letting Ten drag you inside, - honey, we have a visitor.

His mother came rushing from the kitchen, when you saw her you had to blink a couple of times, she was a bit shorter than you, near Ten’s height, looking not at all alien- like (if that was even a thing), and you started questioning things.

-Ten! – she greeted with big smile on her face, and then she noticed you, - hello!

She came straight for you.

-Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we? – with that she took you upstairs, towards the bathroom, opening drawers she took out a bathrobe and a towel, she made sure water was warm in the shower, she helped you undress, not saying a word, she washed your hair, helped you get out of the shower, she took care of you, not even asking questions.

Meanwhile downstairs.

-What did you do? – Ten’s father asked, handing him a change of clothes, that looked like parachute on Ten’s smaller body.

-I did nothing, it’s a new case.

-Case? – his father ached an eyebrow, Ten nodded, - don’t tell me she’s an…

-Human, - Ten sat down, his father handed him a beer, - I’m driving, - Ten stated, declining.

-What happened? – his dad questioned.

-Another ship crashed, with ten females, all alive, we just took them in, I got her..

-What’s her name?

-Y/N, - Ten said sighing.

-She’s beautiful, - his dad stated, - so what’s the problem, she’s not giving you any, or is she bad at it?

Ten looked at his dad with “??” (what the fuck) expression.

-It’s complicated, - Ten said quietly.

-Hey, I know what is complicated, - his father let out a small laugh, - I have lived with that for a while now. But let me give you some advice. You must be clear about your wishes, if you wanted her for sex, I trust you have no issue with that…but ask her first, yeah? I am a doctor after all son, but humans are more than that. They have feelings, they have issues, they have past, if she is here, think about what she was like back on her planet, she is missing what she had, doesn’t matter if that was something special or nothing, heck, she might have not been anyone, but even that she might miss.

Ten nodded. He hadn’t thought about that. His penis was thinking first, by the looks of the situation.

-Never forget that there is trust in any relationship, you do not have to be a couple to have some kind of relation between you, even if she just lives in your house, or you “own” her for now, you got to look deeper, - Ten smirked, his dick would be up to your cervix, cannot go deeper than that, and his father re-phrased, seeing his reaction, - Ten, you know what I mean.

-I can’t help it, - he stated,- that is all I think about, all of them are something I have never seen before, it’s like a desert I didn’t think I needed until I saw… wow!

-I believe so, you know your mom and I, that’s how I feel.

DYVLONY people were all sorts – there was not a single one that Ten would count as somewhat other-worldly, all his sexual partners were gorgeous, taking him the best ways possible, but he had not felt any attachment to any of them. It was sensual acts with no strings attached. But being with you even for a dinner time, his thoughts always travelled elsewhere.

Upstairs.

You were sat together on their bed, while Ten’s mother combed your hair.

-He is not a bad guy, - she started a conversation, you looked up, - I don’t know what has happened, but I am sure whatever it is, you can talk it through. But first, do you know anything about me?

You nodded a “no”.

-A while ago I was out, clubbing with my friends, when I saw a girl being dragged out forcefully, she didn’t look like she was moving, and I saw that only because I went to use restroom, so, instead of getting my friends first, I headed straight into something I should not have. Hours later I found myself on spaceship, eyes wide opened, seeing outer space, solar system, until I was knocked out when transferring into another galaxy, and later, naked on a medical table.

You were shook, not knowing what to say.

-Turned out I had landed on a planet, while the other girl I tried to save, had died from the impact when we crashed. I was an alien to them, was taken to the doctor’s home, he was collecting material on me via my DNA. I was so, so shy, while he was doing his job, I had to remain without clothing. When he discovered that my body was similar to his fellow female mates, he wanted to experiment and so…

-I don’t think I want to know more, - you said in low voice, - it’s horrible.

She giggled.

-No, no, I will give you advice, - she smiled and whispered in your ear, - we are much tighter in that area than woman here, so, guess what I did?

You looked surprised. She continued to brush your hair.

-I let him sleep with me and he gave me everything, on top of that, he did not touch me if I said no, and trying for a child, even unexpectedly, was our common decision, until we married before Ten was born. Our bodies are more appealing to them than their women, and we can use that to our advantage from time to time. If you want something from my son, use your sex-appeal and body, he will be at your feet in no time.

She leaned again closer to you and whispered.

-Besides, you are where fantasies come from… - you looked at her and she wiggled her eyebrows, - and my son has been gifted very well… - It was weird listening to his mother speaking those things, but you guessed she was not wrong. Remembering how Ten had eyed you up and down, thinking you don’t notice, it was perfectly clear what his intentions were.

Soon enough you were downstairs eating hot soup together with Ten’s parents. Looking closer you saw similarities between him and his dad, and him and his mom. His charms definitely came from his mom.

What if you did use your body, until you would be ready to give it to Ten?

Later saying farewell’s, you left, going back to Ten’s house. A sudden phone call startled your calm journey, detective Ten picked up.

-Hey, tiger, - a female greeted, and Ten didn’t hesitate to answer.

-What do you want?

-Oh, is that a way to treat someone? I thought we might meet up and have a chat, - she moaned in the speaker, - have that fat cock of yours stuffed deep in…

Ten ended the conversation. You felt your face warm up but didn’t look up. You both had not spoken a word to each other.

-Don’t mind that, - Ten finally said.

-Ok, - you nodded.

Ten opened the doors for you like he usually did, locking them behind both of you.

-I will be down here, so keep upstairs will you? – he said, you nodded and left to your room.

Nothing was heard from downstairs, and you fell asleep.

Ten moved the ceiling chains, washed up, cleared table and disinfected all his toys and torture equipment. He looked at the butt plugs, taking one, he thought of how much time he would need to prep you, till you could be rewarded with one of his cocks. Assorting vibrators by speed, size and use, he also put various lubricant bottles next to them.

Giselle was on speed dial, and he was hesitating.

-Ring, rriiingggg, rrrrringggg!

-I thought you will call me back, tiger, I suppose it was not the best timing?

-No, I needed to speak with you without others listening, - Ten’s words were soft, - whatever we had going on, it’s over. I want you to respect the decision I have made.

-What? – Giselle felt angered, - who is she? Does she suck you off better than I do? Can she squirt like I do? What is it Ten?

-It is nothing like that, Giselle, you were brilliant and we had much fun, but that’s it, I hope you understand.

-No, I don’t, - she was honest, - I cannot believe you are leaving me for some other hoe!!!

-Just let go, - Ten spoke, - we were never together.

He ended the call, deleting Giselle’s number from his contact list. The same time he received a photo from Xiao Dejun. Selfie with him and Anna tangled in bedsheets, text under the picture “she is all I wanted”.

Passing by your bedroom, Ten stopped.

-You are all I want, - he whispered and went to bed himself.

***

-Ten, I had to show you this, - Xiao Dejuns voice echoed through his earphones, Ten was re-watching the video he had received, one hand down his trousers. Anna walked over to Dejun, while he sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands was massaging Dejuns legs through his sweats, and she continued to bite her lip, while moaning sweet nothings.

Ten rested his head against the headboard, slowly attending to his member, Anna in the video, had just pulled down Dejuns trousers, licking on his penis at no time, her hand wrapped around the base. Her pretty lips wrapped around Dejuns cock, sucking on the head, then licking it up and down.

-She’s a naughty girl, -Xiao spoke to both, Anna and Ten to hear, - aren’t you?

She just nodded and continued to suck. Ten felt the wetness from his cock onto his hand and used it as a lubrication to continue his masturbation. Going up and down, a little harsher each time, stopping in between to see the video.

Anna was wiggling her butt while lying on her stomach, and Dejuns dick was seen in the picture, she got on her knees, spreading her ass cheeks, showing herself of. Seconds later Xiao had his dick spreading Annas lower lips, sliding in her opening a little by little.

-Ugh, it’s gonna be…- Xiao swallowed, - so… so tight…

He couldn’t even formulate a sentence, and Anna continued to tease him, wiggling her booty, allowing Xiao’s member to slide deeper and faster, until it turned into a proper pounding, which Anna gracefully received.

Ten felt his balls tighten, the orgasm was near, through his earphones he heard a noise of something crashing, getting out of the bed straight away, headphones and tablet on the bed, trousers up, he was ready to search for wherever the sound came from. Mentally kicking himself, it was hella hard to put his dick in his trousers when it was like this.

-Fuck, - he swore under his breath, going through the corridor, spotting the light from kitchen. You were on your knees, picking up pieces of smashed glass, until you saw a figure approaching, nearly jumping back.

Seeing it was Ten you quicky apologized.

-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, - you said, - It’s an accident.

Somehow for whatever reason, your eyes travelled from Ten’s face to his disheveled shirt and trousers, where it was as clear to see outline of his penis as it was to know you were an alien on this planet. It was long and hard, begging for attention. You looked away, continuing to “be looking” for some glass pieces that you could have left behind unnoticed.

Ten was just standing there not saying nothing. You disposed of the glass, he still said nothing. While washing your hands, his mother’s words came back to you – use your sex appeal and he will be at your feet no time.

Harder done than said, but all or nothing, you thought to yourself.

-You need help with that? – you asked, not turning around. Ten looked at you.

-What’s that? – he asked.

-Do you need help with that…? - you turned around to point to his lower body. Ten ached a brow, there must be a catch, were you referring to his dick or were you playing him?

He stepped closer.

-What do you mean? – he asked still moving closer, and the next thing you did, surprised your inner self as much as it surprised Ten.

You grabbed his penis through his trousers. Ten nearly choked, you were kicking yourself mentally. Shit. What now?

Looking him in the eye, you moved your hand on his length a couple of times, only to reach in his pants to stroke his naked member seconds later. Ten was used to his hands doing the job, and he had no problem finding a partner either, so why was this so weird?

-I want… - you started, - I want to make a deal.

-Mmmh? – Ten questioned, your hand stroking him ‘oh so well’, if you would continue, he sure would give you everything. You got down, pushing his trousers down as you went, not far enough to see his other dick.

-You could… - you were about to strike a deal while performing a blow job, this was just ‘no’, if you would see yourself right now. Your lips licked his tip, Ten could have come right there, he waited patiently. Your mouth was wet and warm, Ten groaned from the sight and feeling, how your cave welcomed him, your tongue licking the sides of his dick, and then you started sucking. Pre cum tasted bitter on your tongue, but you managed to deepthroat him in no time, letting Ten control your movements a bit, holding on his hips, now using your mouth only. You stopped to breath in. – you could let me leave the house from time to time… for walks… maybe go to the shop… etc.?

Ten nodded. He definitely was not thinking straight.

You took one of his hands and put it at the back of your head, taking him back into your mouth, letting him finish. Ten’s hand grasped a handful of your hair as he fucked your mouth mercilessly, quiet moans (but still moans) left his mouth, until he stilled, hot liquid filled your throat and mouth, all you could do was swallow. Coming down from his high, Ten noticed how your nipples were pressing though the fabric of your pajama shirt, so you were enjoying it. His charms were working.

Ten didn’t let you say or do anything, pulling you up quickly, just to push you closer to living room where the sofa was. Not saying a word, he pulled your pants down together with your underwear. Staying on the floor, Ten made you sit on the sofa, spreading your legs opened for his hungry gaze. You sat back up to say something.

-Shh, - he whispered, - I won’t do anything to hurt you, let me take care of you, - you nodded. Kissing the inside of your thigh, he let you put your guard down and relax a bit. You hadn’t shaved, but he didn’t seem to care either. To test the waters, Ten slid his tongue through your pussy lips lapping up all the nectar that had gathered there, moaning at the taste, diving back in, grabbing onto your hip, pulling you to him. He watched you through his eyebrows. He looked hungry to say the least.

This was the first time someone performed oral sex on you. Your hand went down to play with Ten’s hair, but he grabbed it before you could reach him. He moved your fingers to your clitoris, pressing onto it, your nerves coming alive, his hand together with yours circling your nerve bundle, his tongue sliding in your vagina, with a couple more thrusts you came, a powerful orgasm (which you were sure had never reached before) making you close your eyes, as Ten still was licking you up and your bound hands continued assault on your clit. All of the sudden there was something else, a new sensation, your eyes shot opened straight away. Ten watched your reaction. One of his fingers was massaging the tight rim of your ass, his lips came back to latch onto your clitoris, the feeling nearly making you lunge forward. His finger was now the first knuckle deep between your butt cheeks.

It was as scary as it was exciting. Your body grew used to it, and then Ten would push his finger deeper, penetrating you slowly and then faster, stretching you out, your legs were near to giving up on you, your sticky substance providing Ten’s fingers with more lubrication. It went from one finger to two. Another orgasm going through you in vibrations, only then Ten let go of your clitoris, licking up last time, you shying away from his touch, as it was too much. His fingers were still in your other entrance moving in and out, your vagina convulsing around nothing.

There was a sound of silence. Only the clock announcing it’s 1AM. You looked at him, and Ten back at you. He smiled.

He freaking smiled!!!

Only then his other hand left your other entrance, now resting on your legs. His other hand was touching your hip tenderly. A long pause of silence in between the silence.

-I want you, - Ten spoke, - I want to do so much to you… and I won’t hide it. I want to fuck you so badly you won’t be able to walk for days…

You silenced him leaning in and smashing your lips onto his. Your hands holding on his shoulders, your tongue tasting yourself on his lips. The kiss was gentle, you were exploring each other’s mouths, Ten was standing up from the floor, taking you with him. Your legs around his lower back, as he carried you to his room.

This would be the first time he would make love to someone on his bed/ in his bedroom.

Once on top of the bed, Ten took of his sweats, revealing his other counterpart, your eyes widened. How was that even possible? Ten pulled up your shirt, throwing it somewhere kissing your chest with chaste kisses, sucking on your nipples for a short period of time, discarding his own shirt next. His body was lean, no abs, but inviting, with a tattoo decorating his chest and you licked it, swirling your tongue around his left nipple.

He laid you down, disposing of whatever was left on his bed, and it landed with a thud, his body finding it’s way between your legs, a trail of kisses left all over your body, your hands in his hair, no restrictions this time.

Ten reached your lips, an eye contact was made, and he whispered.

-Which one? – you didn’t understand at first, but he grabbed your wrist, and you were soon touching his cocks. – this one?

He let you touch it briefly before moving onto his other dick.

-Or perhaps this one? – the same pattern of you touching him happened again, and you were confused. It was clear that one of them was thicker, but the other was longer, and you didn’t know which one to choose. Ten kissed your lips seeing your hesitation. – are you worried?

He asked, and you nodded. The stretch will definitely hurt, you were sure of it, so you chose randomly. Little did you know, that the one you chose was the longer one. Ten fondled with your breasts, while kissing you, slowly moving his hand down, to position himself at your entrance. He was holding his breath when he slid inside an inch, and you gasped at the intrusion, spreading your legs to make more room, he looked down, pushing in a bit more then looking up at your scrunched face.

-Just a bit more, - he said quietly, tenderly stroking your hips and your waist, your sides and back down, sliding in a bit more every time. Kisses reached your lips again, he tasted blood from them, it was clear that he had hurt you a bit, but he would make up to it.

-I am going to move now, - he spoke softly, you nodded. Ten pulled out almost all the way just to thrust back in, earning a whelp from you, shallow thrusts were changed for deeper ones, as he studied your features and body language to what you enjoyed more. Once he discovered that longer/deeper thrusts make you arch your back from the bed, he would suck on your nipples and penetrate you like that just to hear the volume of your moans. Your body was like a violin he enjoyed playing.

Ten felt the pressure coming in slow waves of pleasure, he needs you to come first, your hands leaving scratch marks on his back as a proof, that you needed the orgasm as much as he does. He changed the tempo. Shallow thrusts, faster tempo, quick kisses on your lips, quiet whispers in your ears.

-Will you come for me, - he questioned, you could not answer with words, so you nodded.

-More, - you whispered, - more Ten, give me more…

Wet squelching sounds echoed in the room, your essence dripping on the sheets, thrust after a thrust, Ten was providing you generously, his hand coming between your bodies to give you that one last push, when he circled your clit, your core clenched furiously straight away, and you screamed, reaching your high, grabbing onto Ten.

His thrusts became faster only to go slower when he came after you, your core milking him for all he’s worth, his cum dripping from your entrance. Pulling out he leaned in.

-Hold on for me a bit more, - a quiet whisper reached you. His other cock was being pushed inside of you as you nearly cried out. It stretched you a lot more than the first one. You had never felt fuller of something, like in that moment.

Your muscles kept on clenching around his other member, the sliding in and out was making your head spin, you felt like you were about to burst.

-Ten…. Ten… - his name was the only thing on your lips, - Ten… I can’t….

You begged.

Your erratic moans and pained whispers were edging Ten towards another orgasm of his own. He kissed you as he stilled inside you and came, quickly rushing his thrusts to not to hurt you, when your body started to convulse again, trapping Ten’s cock in a vice like grip, Ten thrusted forcefully a couple more times, and when the pressure felt too much, he pulled out only to witness a clear fluid squirt on his lower abdomen, your body going limp in the process.

He placed you on the pillows carefully, cleaned you up, got a glass of juice, waking you up with soft touches.

-Hey, - he greeted giving you a sip.

-Hi, - you said back.

-How are you feeling? – Ten asked, you reached for him and kissed his lips. – I see.

He giggled, earning a laugh from you, he looked at you again, kissing your lips.

-About your request about going out… - he started, - you think after this you are leaving the bed?

You smacked his shoulder playfully.

-Come here, - he smiled pulling you closer to him. Maybe staying on this planet won’t be as bad as you thought it will be. - DYVLONY is now home… will you stay with me?

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Not Your Type

Steve Harrington x Reader

Read part 2 HERE

Word Count: 6,669

Warnings: Swearing, Smoking, Drinking, Sexual Assault mention

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“You’re not her type, Steve.”

“You can’t say that till she meets me.”

The two had been arguing for days on the subject, without a clear answer in sight. Robin had promised, after weeks of watching Steve fail at getting girls, first at Scoops Ahoy and now at Family Video, to introduce him to a girl. Not just any girl, a girl like her. Steve had finally admitted that Dustin was right and he needed to go after girls who could make him genuinely happy, not just a girl who fit his popular mindset. He had tried his luck with Robin, and easily accepted the loss due to her own sexuality, and now he was set to try again. And Robin had been hyping up this friend of hers for weeks. She was cool and funny and smart like her and she was straight. That was all he was looking for. Whoever she was, she sounded perfect.

But Robin was holding out on him.

His turned halfway to look at her, leaning his elbows on the counter to watch her shelf VHS tapes of music videos by the checkout line. She kept her back to him, rolling her eyes at his last comment. He was so pig headed most of the time, it was honestly annoying.

“Robin, you made this big deal about her, you said she was perfect, that I’d want to marry her on sight, and now you’re holding out. You gonna tell me what the deal is or not?” he asked with a brutal sigh.

Robin didn’t turn around “Look, I might have...overhyped her a bit...like she’s amazing but she might...not be interested.” she said, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, turning to look at him with an embarrassed grimace.

“What?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Look...she likes Billy Idol types. She probably would’ve gotten along with Billy Hargrove if...well, you know.” Robin said, trailing off at the end. Both nodded softly, Robin swallowing as if her throat was dry. Maybe it was, the memory was certainly hard to swallow and even harder to forget.

“Right...so?”

Robin scoffed “You’re too squeaky clean for her.”

Steve slapped his hand on the counter, his hair bouncing excitedly with the quick movement “Oh come on! Do you remember me? I’m Steve ‘Hair’ Harrington! I was the coolest guy at Hawkins High.” he puffed up his chest proudly, like a peacock.

“And the most modest.” Robin stood up, dusting off her knees from grim from the carpets sticking to her bare skin. The only perk of working at Family Video was the lax dress code. The store’s air conditioning had broken in June and had turned the place into an oven with its big windows that couldn’t be shaded to hide the marquees and cardboard cutouts in the windows. Keeping the front door open and wearing as little as possible helped.

“But seriously, Steve, I don’t want you to get your hopes up about her. She might not be interested.” Robin replied, planting her hands on her hips.

“I got it, now when can I meet her?” Steve asked.

Luckily for him, you were already on your way.

You had no idea why Robin had been so insistent on you visiting her at work. She never had been before, she’d made you promise not to visit her at Scoops, which was strange since you only worked a floor above at Claire’s, piercing children’s ears with ugly silver butterflies and flowers, only for them to buy big plastic hoops and balls to shove into the unprepared holes and get them totally infected. It was fun, you got to use a piercing gun. You’d almost gotten fired for trying to pierce your nose with the gun. You were glad that you didn’t, it would’ve totally ruined your nostril, but you wouldn’t pretend that it wasn’t totally worth it to see the look on your fat manager, Marge’s face. She was such a bitch, you were glad when that damn mall burned down. The one in Carmel was better anyway.

When Robin insisted on you coming to Family Video to meet her for her lunch break, you weren’t insanely apprehensive about it. It wasn’t until her tone changed when she mentioned meeting her coworker and friend that you started getting that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. She was trying to set you up with someone. Again. She always did this when she wanted something. Last time she did it, it was with that awful Keith to try to get him to give her his poster from The Godfather, which he’d nicked from the back storage at The Hawke while it was still open. Whatever she wanted, you weren’t going to be used to get it.

Still, you showed up. You promised that you would after all, and you were a person of your word. Parking your car in front of the store, you saw the almost empty parking lot and the wide open door signaling the open store. You sighed softly to yourself, grabbing your purse off the seat next to you and stringing it over your shoulder, popping the door and climbing out.

“Robin? You here?” you called as you walked in.” the store was empty and far too quiet for your liking.

“Welcome to Family Video, where we bring movie magic to you! Can I help you with anything today?” Steve asked from the counter, startling you. You practically jumped out of your skin, your hand coming to clutch at your heart as you whipped around to meet the soft expression of Steve Harrington. He looked slightly bemused, clearly trying to not laugh at your over the top reaction. You rolled your eyes, walking up to the desk.

“Is Robin here? Robin Walker.” you asked, looking him over with a calculating eye.

“Yeah, she’s just in the back, wait here.” Steve stepped out from behind the desk, pulling at his stiff, polyester golf shirt. The shirt was so white and blindingly bright that it hurt to look at, but the large black logo for the store broke it up enough to make it easier to watch Steve leave as it was to watch him walk away.

Steve didn’t even make it all the way to the stockroom before Robin emerged, already changed out of her uniform and was grinning like an idiot. “Hey! You made it just in time!” she said, tossing you her purse and sweater. You caught them easily, relieved to see your friend and get out of there.

“Steve, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, you know Steve, right?” Robin said, gesturing between them with her now free hands.

“What up, Harrington?” you asked boredly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Robin gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut and pulling her lips into a straight line. This is exactly what she thought would happen. Every time she’d introduced you to someone, no matter how genuine she was being, you turned into a brick fortress, completely impenetrable. Gone was your bubbly, snarky personality and quick wit, replaced by sneers and eye rolls and sarcasm. You weren’t nice or warm or open when you met the boys Robin decided you’d like. You weren’t yourself.

This wasn’t you. Robin knew it, she was certain that deep down you knew it. But Steve didn’t know it. Robin was certain that he had no idea who you were. And that made it worse. He had no background to you other than her own descriptions. And that wasn’t enough. This was not going to end well.

“You ready to grab food?” you asked, drawing Robin out of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah definitely. Burger in a Basket cool?” she replied, her eyes darting strangely between the pair of you.

“Sure, I’m not vegetarian this month. Accidently ate a fish stick last weekend while babysitting Todd Carther again. Total shit head but his parents pay me so much money to do it.” you replied, handing Robin’s things back to her.

“Hasn’t he scared you off yet?” Robin asked, tying her grey sweatshirt around her hips.

“Nope, almost got me by dumping a whole jar of electric blue paint on my head. But the stuff is non-toxic so it didn’t mess up my eyes or skin and it let me know that dying my whole head blue isn’t going to be a good look for me.” you replied with a giggle, flashing a strand of faded blue hair to her. “The stupid paint did dye some of the bleach though, which totally sucks.”

“You babysit Todd Carther?” Steve asked, drawing your attention back to him and indented a hard frown onto your face. Robin caught the look and wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders, squeezing them too hard.

“Oh yeah, Y/N is utterly fearless.” Robin announced with a grin.

“I know his older brother Matt; wicked dude, total party animal. He threw the best parties at the end of the basketball season. Totally rad…” he trailed off with a doofy grin, clearly imagining the fun times he’d had at some shitty house party.

“I know Matt too. He groped Sylvia Newman in the middle of freshman English for a stripe of Fruit Stripe gum. He assaulted her and didn’t even get detention for it.” you replied stonily, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Oh… bummer.” Steve tried. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “No, I’m serious. I didn’t know about that, that’s really fucked up. I don’t hang out with him anymore, but if I did I’d stop.”Steve said more confidently this time, running a hand through his overstyled hair.

That...wasn’t the answer you were expecting. It knocked you out of your senses and you took a moment to respond. “Yeah...well I take money from his parents so I mean nobody’s perfect. And that whole family’s fucked up anyway.” Steve smiled slightly and you tried not to notice it. He just looked so proud of himself. It was almost endearing. But not enough to make you want to care.

“So, anyway, Steve? You go on break yet?” Robin asked.

Steve furrowed his brow, looking at Robin as though she’d grown a third head. Robin nodded her head towards you strangely and suddenly Steve blurted “That’s the girl? Really?”

You whipped around to look at Robin, utterly appalled. You had a sinking feeling that the whole reason you’d been invited out today was to be introduced to some guy, but you had no idea it would be so quick and for the guy to be Steve motherfucking Harrington. You couldn’t believe it. I mean he was the dumbest, more generic guy at Hawkins High. You swore he’d won the metal for stupidest questions in your Home Economics class in freshman year. He was just…such a dork! How he’d gotten so popular, you had no idea. Maybe this town was such so void of charm and charisma that even the most empty, callus boy could become a god with a wink and a smile.

“What does he mean that’s the girl?” you asked, your face pulling into a look of sheer anger that could stop a man in his tracks.

“Oh great work, Harrington, now you’ve done it.” Robin sighed, pulling her purse across her chest, smacking his arm roughly.

“Robin, what does he mean? What did you do?” you snapped, forcing her to look at you. Her face pulled into a look that you knew too well. Regret, embarrassment, and just a little bit of fear.

“I might have promised Steve that I’d introduce you to him.” You groaned loudly, your head falling back to look at the white tiled ceiling. Robin pressed on, her face turning into a look of sympathy, her smile made of rubber. “Because you’re so great! He doesn’t have many friends his own age anymore and I just thought-”

“Oh I know what you thought.” You bit out.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Robin turned to Steve, completely ignoring you.

Steve’s face turned sour and surprised and he looked between the two of you and then to the clock above you. “I mean…I kind of have some stuff to finish up here and I should really wait until Keith gets here before I go on my break…don’t want Mr. Mueller mad at me again.” He scratched the back of his neck, shrugging awkwardly.

Robin clicked her tongue “Since when do you care?” Steve simply shrugged again. “Y/N, can you wait for me outside?”

You nodded, turning on your heel and heading out just far enough to be out of sight. You wanted to hear whatever they had to say.

“Dude what the fuck? You wanted this!” Robin whispered violently.

“Yeah but I didn’t want her!” Steve replied. You didn’t see the smack, but you sure heard the sound of skin hitting skin and the embarrassing yelp Steve let out.

“Yeah well, you’re going to come with us and you’re going to be nice. Because I did this for you. And now you have to accept it.” Steve didn’t respond, which must have been a good sign for Robin.

“Remind me to never do anything nice for you ever again…” Robin muttered as their footsteps charged closer to you and you scurried out the open door, choosing to lean against the burning hot glass, crossing your arms over your chest and knocking the sunglasses from the top of your head to your face again.

“You ready to head out?” You asked, standing up straight, smiling at Robin.

“Yeah, just waiting for Harrington to put the sign.” Behind her, Steve was hanging the tiny clock shaped sign on the door, trying to figure out what time it would be when they got back.

“Just put four fifteen, Steve, Keith will be back by then and your shift will be over like immediately anyway. You clocked out, right?” Robin said quickly, turning to you to add “Keith is a menace; he doesn’t like to work with anyone and kicks everyone off the floor whenever he can.” You nodded boredly, you’d heard this when she worked with him at the arcade; she quit whereas he got fired, it was a point of bragging for her.

“Yes, Robin. I did what you said. I don’t like this idea, I need this job more than you do.” He muttered bitterly. You raised an eyebrow curiously. Bitter looked decent on him.

“Oh, will you relax? Let your hair down a bit, dingus.” Robin grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. The three of you headed down the street to the cheesy diner Burger in a Basket. The whole place was themed after a fifties diner, complete with neon and pastel colours and fifties nostalgia on the walls. Bikes, hoola hoops, records, pictures of dead icons like Elvis and Marilyn Monroe, movie posters-the whole shebang. You didn’t go there for atmosphere, no, you went for the food. Robin insisted that it was the best burger she’d ever had and you’d be hard pressed to find one better in Hawkins. You didn’t know if Steve had been initiated into the burger ritual yet, but you didn’t really care.

Entering the teal and pink dining room, you nodded to the poor young thing in the giant black beehive wig and roller skates, you and Robin heading towards your normal booth. Steve followed behind, wide eyed and a little bit horror struck. You slid into the booth and grabbed the menus out of the rack at the table, handing them out wordlessly. Robin pushed Steve towards your side of the booth and he begrudgingly slid in, much to your dismay.

“You dragged me out of work…to go to a cheesy themed diner?” Steve asked incredulously.

“Just wait till you try it, Steve, it’ll change your life.” Robin said with a grin, flipping open the menu. You knew that she always ordered something different each time you came. You always ordered the same thing so you didn’t bother to open yours. Steve cautiously followed Robin’s example, flipping around with a wide eyed, innocent expression.

“Alright, welcome to Burger in a Basket, I’m Sylvia, how are you guys doing today?” the voice above you asked. You grinned as you saw Sylvia standing there in the stupid uniform. It was a comfort to know that her life was a little worse than yours. After all, she was such a bitch to you most of the time. That Matt Carther thing gave her plenty of room to get away with being a complete bitch, and it gave you something to use as a tester with guys in town. If they didn’t know who she was or they laughed, then they weren’t worth your time. Sure, you felt bad for her, but she treated you like dog shit for a year before dumping your ass to hang out with Macy Clarke and Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey Sylvia, we’re doing alright.” You said with a slight smirk, resting your head on your palms. Sylvia cringed slightly, but her eyes landed on Steve’s and her whole expression changed.

“Hey, Steve…” she murmured, pulling her lip into her teeth, grinning slightly.

“Hey, Sylvia, how’s it going?” he replied. Of course he’d go for her, you thought to yourself, she’s exactly his type. Just dumb enough to be cute but just pretty enough to hold your attention, with the slightest stink of desperation. You wanted so desperately to roll your eyes, but Robin was watching you with the knowing look, so you maintained your composure.

“I’m good! Can I get you a drink? Or are you ready to order? Do you need a minute?” you wanted to laugh; this was the best service you’d ever gotten at the restaurant. And it was all thanks to Steve.

“I mean…are you guys ready? I think I’ve got it figured out.” Steve said, gesturing to Robin with a nervous expression.

“Yeah, I’ll get the Fourth of July burger with mushrooms and can I get no mustard? Oh, and a diet coke.” Robin said, smiling confidently at Sylvia, who took down the order boredly.

“Sure, and for you, Steve?” she asked sweetly, fluttering her lashes.

“Um…I need a second more, Y/N can you order?” he muttered, leaning over to you. You nodded, surprised that him being closer to you didn’t upset you. It was almost…nice.

“Yeah sure…I’ll get the double hula burger with extra cheese, no pickles, no ketchup, and a triple thick chocolate shake.” You rattled off quickly, enjoying watching her struggle to get everything down.

“Alright, you ready, Stevie?” Sylvia asked and you noted the distinctive blush forming on his cheeks. Sylvia seemed too proud of her work and you wanted to wipe that look off her face. Pride was a bad look for her.

“Can I just get classic burger with mayo and extra tomato? And a coke?” he asked awkwardly, still clearly very unsure of himself.

Sylvia nodded “Perfect! I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment.” She said, turning and skating off, waving coyly to Steve as she headed back into the kitchen. You and Robin snickered, Robin rolling her eyes as soon as Sylvia disappeared.

“Oh my god we should have been bringing you since day one, they never give us that much attention!” you cried with a loud laugh.

“Dude, she wants you so bad oh my god!” Robin added, reaching out to slap his shoulder. Steve lowered his head, shaking his head.

“I totally remember her now…she had a thing for me in junior year, covered my locker in paper hearts. I wasn’t supposed to find out but I did. It was very uncool.” He muttered, shaking his head. You remembered that too, how she’d planned it for weeks, forcing you to help cut out pink, purple, and red hearts. You thought the whole thing was so cringy and weird, but she was dead set that he’d be intrigued by the mystery and sweetness of the action. She thought it was so cute. Barbra Holland unintentionally started the rumor that it was her, but you wished it was you to tell the world. Watching her slink home was worth the afternoons in the library with her calling you stupid for not cutting the heart out perfectly.

“She was just trying to put her feelings out there!” Robin replied incredulously.

“No, Rob, she was being weird. She could’ve shoved a note in his locker, send him a candy gram and Valentine, they do that every year for lacrosse team. She did something unnecessary and creepy to get attention. You’re just a hopeless romantic.” You grinned, reaching out to touch the bright red heart drawn in permanent marker on her wrist. You knew she had a thing for Jennifer Buffet, who worked at the now defunct Starcourt movie theatre. She always drew that little heart on everything whenever she had a crush, it was like she was trying to get caught, you didn’t get that; you always wanted to hide your crushes until the other person showed any interest in you. You wouldn’t usually agree or defend Steve Harrington, but he was right for once. You didn’t mind agreeing if he was correct for once.

“I am not!” Robin cried, crossing her arms over her chest.

You leaned in to whisper to her “Tell that to Tammy Turner.” Robin turned bright red and she leaned back into the vinyl seat, looking away from you.

“Oh was it bad?” Steve asked with a wide, doofy grin. You were surprised to know that he knew about Tammy, but you didn’t question it. Asking questions could reveal something that Robin didn’t want known. You were used to being careful with her.

“Ohhhh yeah, it was a rough year with her pine after that muppet.” Watching Robin pine after Tammy Turner was so embarrassing, since the girl was so straight. I mean the Steve thing was one thing, but the girl dated Tommy H for two weeks between his forty-second break-up with Carol. That’s the epitome of straight bullshit: finding Tommy H’ s awful, crass, and downright sexist attitude and sense of humor attractive and desirable. How Robin didn’t see that was beyond you.

“That’s what I said! She sounds like a damn muppet! Like Kermit the frog or something!” Steve cried, smacking the vinyl and turning to look at you fully. When he wasn’t trying so hard, he was actually pretty cute. His eyes blew wide and his smile reached its fullest capacity, straining to not split his face in half.

“I thought more Ms. Piggy, like when she sang with Elton John. She always like pinching up her mouth at the end of her words, she looks like a wrinkly old apple.” You said, giggling slightly. “Don’t go breaking my heart…” you imitated, pursing and squeezing your lips together, making a tiny ‘O’ with your lips. Steve’s eyes grew impossibly wider and he laughed far too loudly, his head tossing back. You turned to Robin, who was blushing crimson, fully turned away from the scene you were making. Sylvia skated over with your food and drinks, smiling far too much. She placed each order in front of you, angling herself so her chest landed in Steve’s face when she handed his order over to him. He didn’t seem to notice, he was too busy laughing.

“What’re you guys talking about?” she asked, tossing your order in front of you.

“That time you made Steve’s locker look like the Valentine’s Day massacre.” You grinned back spitefully.

Sylvia paled significantly and she reached up to adjust her wig, looking away. “That…that wasn’t me…” she replied softly.

“Yeah…yeah it was…” Steve said between breathes, wiping tears away from his eyes. Sylvia opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She turned away quickly, skating out fast. You laughed hard when she ran off, hunching over in your seat.

“That was so mean!” Robin cried, looking between the pair of you with a stern look.

“She…she deserved it! After everything I dealt with from her, I get to have one!” you replied, shrugging softly as you recovered. Steve offered you a high five, which you took happily. You never thought in your life that you’d be laughing with Steve Harrington. Today was a weird day.

“Eat, both of you.” Robin snapped and you complied equally happily. You loved this place-everything was fresh and made to order. Sure, it was greasy and unhealthy, but you deserved a bit of comfort food once and awhile. Steve took his first bite and let out a very loud moan. You giggled, it was so stupid. And a little cute, you wouldn’t pretend that it wasn’t. And maybe a little hot. But you wouldn’t admit that.

“This is so good!” he said, muffled by his mouthful of food.

“It’s even better when you’re high.” You whispered, nudging his arm. Steve nodded in approval, clearly into the idea.

The three of you ate in silence, wolfing down your burgers without much of a hum save for the sounds of ice clinking in glasses and small slurps from straws. Burger in a Basket still had glass bottle of coke, the rumor was that they filled them up with every drink and washed them after, since they didn’t really make glass bottles of soda for retail sale anymore.

With only their fries left, the group returned to each other’s attention. To your surprise, Steve spoke first.

“Can I be like honest here?” he said, turning to face you once again. You nodded shortly, shoving a fry into your mouth. “I have like, no idea who you are. I really don’t.” you raised an eyebrow at him, unsure of how you were supposed to react to that news. You swallowed your mouthful, nodding to yourself.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” You replied “I remember you though.”

“Oh yeah, what for?” Steve leaned back in the booth, putting his arms over the seat. He looked to be ready to take in praise.

“I remember how shit you were on the basketball team. How shit that whole team was.” You replied with a chuckle, watching Steve deflate immediately.

“I was, like, the best player on the team!” he replied indignantly.

“That’s not saying much.” That line made Robin laugh and Steve curl further into himself.

“You really should’ve joined the track and field team. You were much better at that anyway.” You added softly.

“On what planet? I’ve never even done track and field.” Steve cracked bitterly.

“Yes you have, we all had to do it in middle school.” You said. Both Robin and Steve looked at you like you were crazy, so without any remaining shame, you pressed on.

“At the end of the year, every year of middle school, we had the grade-wide track and field meet. We all trained on basic stuff-long jump, cross country, shot put for the older kids, and high jump. Then, each grade would compete and the best of those kids would go onto the main competition. We all got a day off to watch and there were free freezies. It was one of the best days of the year.” You explained.

“Yeah, so what? I never competed.” Steve replied, watching you closely.

“Yes, you did.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“You were in eighth grade and I was in seventh. You had won the long jump in your grade level because Jude Armstrong broke his ankle and I had won the high jump. So we both competed. I remember three things about that day: one; that I won the high jump against all the older kids and Tina tried to push me into the mud after I got my medal; that you and Tommy snuck off to smoke cigarettes during the high jump. You both pretended that you’d done it before, and maybe you had, but Tommy was coughing so hard even after that it was so obvious that he’d never even touch a cigarette before. And three, that that was the year we were all forced to run the cross country race. Nobody had wanted to compete in the race, so they forced us to do it to set an example. I didn’t want to run it, I’m not a distance runner, but you were so confident. You didn’t look nervous at all. And when the whistle blew and everyone bolted, you held back. You came in third in the cross country race and second at long jump, against the odds on both. It was the coolest thing I’d ever seen.”

Steve nodded. You looked so pretty when you explained the memory, your whole face lit up and your smiled so softly. You looked angelic, it was truly a sight. But the memory itself turned his stomach.

“I remember that…” he muttered “What I remember about that day was my dad telling me that no other place matter except first and that I was absolute shit.”

You felt so bad, bringing it up at all. He looked so sad now, you regretting even commenting on it. “Oh…I’m sorry…” you said softly. Steve shrugged as if it meant nothing, as if he felt nothing. “God, what a dick and you were good too!” you cried.

“Nah, I kind of sucked.” Steve replied, pushing away the compliment with his hands.

“No seriously! We could have used you on the team, Jude Armstrong sucked ass after like freshman year! You showed real aptitude. And you’re built for it, strong legs and a good core. Let guys like Chuck Bronson stomp around the court, you should’ve came and competed with us, you would’ve won something.” You joked, kicking his shoe with your own.

Steve huffed “We got into the county semi-finals last year…”

“Yeah? We won country finals and got fifth in state. Half my team got into state colleges on scholarship based on that alone.” You replied haughtily.

“You gonna get one?” he asked.

“I might, I got a scout watching me. Don’t know if I’m gonna take it.”

“Oh yeah, why not?”

You grinned proudly “I’m hoping to follow in Emma Lancaster’s footsteps.”

“What she do?” Robin rolled her eyes at that comment.

“She got a full ride to NYU for fashion design.”

“You sew?”

You rolled your eyes “I’m the head of the costume department for the drama club.”

“It’s how we met.” Robin added proudly.

“Emma Lancaster founded and headed up the fashion club at Hawkins High and ran the sewing club. She wants to work for designer labels and head up her own one day. I just want to make costumes for plays. I’d work anywhere that paid and go to any school that offered money.” You explained.

“That’s cool, I hope you get it.” Steve said and you noted the slightest hint of sadness in his tone.

“How’s your planning going, Steve, got any ideas yet?” Robin asked, clearly catching onto the tone Steve had in his voice.

“Well…” he looked a little embarrassed as he spoke, but did so anyway “I was thinking about applying to the police academy in Carmel…it’s not a clear shot, but I’d like it more than working for my dad.”

“My uncle works there, I can put in a good word with him if you want.” Robin said cheerily.

“That would be cool. I just don’t know if I’d be any good.” Steve muttered to himself.

“I’d think you’d be pretty good, I mean you’ve got strong morals.” You turned to Robin “Remember when he broke freak Byers camera? He deserved that fucking shit.” Robin nodded in agreement.

“I mean yeah, Steve, you care about people. Like you take care of Dustin like he’s your brother. It takes guts to be genuine and unafraid about hanging out with literal children.” Robin added.

“You hang out with Dustin Henderson?” you asked curiously.

“You know Dustin?” Steve asked, equally confused.

“Yeah, my sister Stacy made fun of him for like a week last year after the snow ball for asking her to dance. I wanted to smack the shit out of her for it, it takes guts to ask somebody out, especially at that age.” You explained, slamming your tall milkshake glass on the table, having just slurped up the last drops of chocolate milk and whipped cream.

“Yeah well he’s got a girlfriend now named Suzie.” Robin said. Steve’s attention had turned to the window and you heard a small gasp.

“Shit, Keith’s here, I gotta run.” He pulled out his wallet and slapped a twenty dollar bill on the table before sliding out of the booth.

“Don’t get in shit, dingus!” Robin called after him.

He spun around quickly, jogging backwards “If you get me fired, I’ll kill you.” He looked you over slowly, a lopsided grin pulling at the corner of his mouth “I’ll see you around, Y/N?”

“Yeah, sure.” You smiled. Steve nodded happily and his back slammed into the poor dish boy, stumbling slightly before scampering off.

As soon as he was gone, Robin turned to you with a devilish grin “He likes you.” She giggled, reaching out to poke your shoulder.

“Good for him.” You replied, trying to seem confident and uncaring about the whole situation. Internally, you were utterly rocked. He’d gotten to you. You’d drunk the Steve Harrington kool-aid. He was deeper, more genuine, honest, and cooler than you’d ever expected him to be. You were utterly intrigued and now you had to know more. But you weren’t going to admit it now, not when Robin was being so cocky about it.

“I think you like him toooo!” she said in a sing-song tone.

You scoffed “No, not really.”

Robin saw right through you. But there was no sense in arguing when you were like this. You had too much pride to admit it now, especially with Sylvia floating around, looking for any excuse to rip the rug out from under you. But she had an idea.

“So, listen, I’m not working tomorrow and we haven’t hung out in forever. Wanna have a sleepover tonight?” Robin asked, pulling out cash from her wallet to cover herself and you, since she owed you money from the last time you’d gone out to eat.

“Sure, I’m not babysitting the brat tomorrow.”

“Great! You want to rent a movie or something? I get a discount at Family Video.”

You knew what she was doing, but you went along with it. No sense in calling her out now when she had a plan, it wouldn’t stop her anyway.

“Eh, whatever. I’m good either way.” You replied breezily.

“I wanna rewatch Carrie so let’s head over. Maybe grabbed some snacks too, I want some sour belts.” Robin said, climbing out of the booth and grabbing your hand, pulling you out. You didn’t really like horror movies and you really hated sour belts, they weren’t even sour, so you knew Robin was milking your ambivalence for all it was worth. What she didn’t know is that you actually kind of liked Carrie and you had a new dress that needed fitting and Robin would be the perfect model for it. Karma was a bitch.

Robin dragged you all the way to Family Video and inside, grinning at Keith and watching him blush as you passed by. He’d told you that he loved you the first and only time you hung out. You never called him back and Robin had to explain to him that saying I love you on a date that wasn’t even a date is the wrong move. Now, he wouldn’t even speak to you, which you didn’t mind.

“Y/N! Go gather as many packs of sour belts as you can get your hands on! I’m gonna find Carrie in the back!” Robin instructed.

“Get something fun too! Like the Princess Bride or something! Something I’ll actually watch!” you called after her. Robin flashed you a thumbs up and you sighed, turning on your heel and heading to the checkout line, grabbing lime green packs of rainbow striped, sugar coated candies off the rack and clutching them to your chest.

Robin found Steve in the back and, with very little pushing, sent him out onto the floor to talk to you. It only took two tries from him to get the courage to go and talk to you.

And again, he scared the shit out of you. He tapped you on the shoulder and you jumped a foot in the air, dropping all the sugary treats.

“Shit sorry!” Steve cried, dropping to his knees to clean up the mess.

“It’s okay!” you replied quickly, following suit. He shouldn’t have to clean up your mess after all. Your hands both rushed to grab the packages and when they brushed one another over the last packet, you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t nice. The briefest chance of touch set your heart aflutter. You felt like you were ten years old again. He handed the packages over quickly, standing up just as fast. He offered you a hand up, which you took, if only to hold his hand for the briefest of moments. God, who even were you? You pulled it away fast.

“So…what’s with all the sour strips?” he asked, looking over the armful of candy you had.

“They’re Robin’s favourite. She told me to grab a shit ton, so I did. She’s grabbing the movies for tonight.” You explained.

“What movies?”

“Robin wants to watch Carrie. I’m hoping she gets something fun too, like Fast Times at Ridgemount High or The Princess Bride. Something funny.” You replied. You’d never smiled so much in a day, your face was starting to hurt but with Steve you couldn’t help it!

“Oh yeah? Having a sleepover or something?” that cocky Steve Harrington attitude was coming out, but it wasn’t making you as nauseous as it usually would, which was very odd.

“Yeah kind of. Which means Robin’s gonna wanna watch horror movies, eat so many of these until she pukes, and sneak malt whiskey from her father’s liquor cabinet.” You said, not hiding the slight disdain in your voice.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna hem the dress I made for the Roenke County theatre’s production of Romeo and Juliet, sip vodka from my flask, and take away the sour belts when Robin gets sick.”

“Sounds fun?” Steve questioned.

“It probably won’t be,” you chuckled “But it’s not the worst way to spend a night.”

“How’d you think an evening with me would chalk up? In comparison I mean.” Steve asked, his hand coming to the top of the low black shelf to lean into you.

“Well I guess it would depend, what’s your plan?” you asked with a grin.

“Whatever you want.” He murmured softly, smirking far too confidently. You didn’t mind though, you knew what was underneath it all.

“Well, I’d have to think about it…how about you call me sometimes and we’ll talk about it.” You replied slowly, looking him up and down.

“Anytime, you got a pen?” Steve said. You nodded, pulling one out of your purse and grabbing his arm. You scribbled out your number on his palm, trying to make it as legible as possible and ignore how big and warm his hands were.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, that cool?” he said as you watched Robin saunter up too confidently, too proud of herself and of what she’d done.

“Sounds good.” You smiled, ignoring Robin’s cocky leer. “You ready to pay for this shit?” you asked as she walked up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Gimme the belts, I got this.” Robin said, eyeing up Keith like she was going to beat him up. Maybe she was. “Wait in the car, okay? I didn’t bring mine, so you’re driving me home.”

You nodded “Got it.” You turned to Steve, smiling softly “I’ll see you around, Harrington.”

“Definitely.”

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