#i know this is too hurry for making assumptions

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 14 || The Classroom Incident

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, ridiculously filthy smut, a tinge of fluff, & an annoying semi-cliffhanger.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"MR. FUSHIGURO, T-THIS IS so embarrassing..." You whined with glossy eyes and a pout on your face. Obviously, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself like this.

Not that the man cared regardless, "I know, that's why I'm making you do it." Toji scoffs.

"I thought..." You swallow, "I thought you said you wanted me to, mh... t-to talk about myself?"

Your hips are moving at a very slow pace, dragging your panty-clad cunt over Toji's muscular thigh with nothing but shame and embarrassment coursing through your veins. Light pants are leaving your lips and the feeling of Toji's eyes all over your body makes you feel utterly jittery.

"I do," Toji hums, "So tell me why you were late."

You've got one hand in front of you and the other just barely holding onto the man's arm. "W-While I...?"

"Yep." He finishes.

You glance behind you for a second, looking back to the closed classroom door. "Sir, what if someone comes in-"

"Better hurry up then, no?" Your thighs squeeze around his and he chuckles at you. Toji lifts a hand to your chin again and turns your head toward him, "We don't have all day."

You grit your teeth slightly and continue the slow grinding against his thigh. "I was late because of... mmh... t-traffic, I told you this already." You lie.

He scoffs, "So traffic is the reason why yer' drippin' all over my leg right now?"

"I-"

His hand moves and two fingers are placed on your lower lip, "I'm not dumb. Either you tell me the truth or," His fingers slide into your mouth and he pushes down on your bottom row of teeth to part your lips. "I'll start makin' my own assumptions."

You cannot tell the man what you were doing that made you late. That's worse than what you're doing right now-- having to explain your whorish activities? Yeah, you're not doing it.

Instead, you sit there lightly riding his leg and providing yourself minimum satisfaction while staring at him with pleading eyes. When Toji realizes you have no plans on telling the truth, his two fingers slide into your mouth and press down onto your tongue.

He sighs, "Fine then, sit there quietly and hump me like a bitch in heat."

The throb that you feel in between your legs is enough to make you hum against his digits lodged into your mouth.

Toji shakes his head at you, "Y'know, for someone worried about someone walking in here, you're movin' pretty slow."

"Mmgh.." You hum quietly.

"C'mon," He moves his other hand and gives you a light tap on your ass, "Move faster."

The movement of your hips speeds up ever so slightly and you gradually allow your arousal to take over the embarrassment you feel. Your eyelids get even lower, your body movement grows more consistent and sensual, and you moan gently around Toji's thick fingers.

The man bites his lip, "That's it, good girl."

"M-Mmh..."

"Y'like that?" He asks rhetorically, "Hmph, didn't take you as someone who'd like praises this much."

You weakly nod your head. The man suddenly flexes his thigh and you moan desperately over his skin, the sensation of his muscles pushing up into your cunt as you drag yourself over him is almost overwhelming.

Toji's sitting there so confidently too. With you on one of his legs grinding slowly and one of his fingers lodged into your mouth, he's enjoying the sigh all too well.

He abruptly presses down on your tongue, "I wonder... y'like being degraded too?"

Your head nods in response, "Mhm."

He flashes a sexy smile at you, "Of course you do."

You move your hands and wrap them around his wrist, carefully pulling his fingers out of your mouth, "Sir..."

"Hm?" Toji hums. He's so entertained by every little thing you do.

"C-Can you..." You draw his hand down and gently place it over your chest, "Can you touch me, please?"

Toji nearly choked on the air he was breathing. "Touch you?" He repeated, baffled.

You merely drag his hand further down, causing his finger to get caught in the opening of your shirt. "Please Mr. Fushiguro," You whispered.

Your voice was whiney, eyes glossy, your back slightly arched so that your chest was more prominent toward the man, and you'd yet to stop the dry humping of your cunt over his thigh.

The man tiredly rolls his eyes at you, "Only under one condition." He tells you as his hand begins to move without your guidance. "You leave right after you cum and then, if you behave well enough," Toji suddenly leans toward you and whispers in your ear, "I'll fuck you nice and hard next week."

The man doesn't miss the way your pussy throbs over his leg. Your head nods in agreement and you're quick to whisper back, "O-Okay," You murmur.

Toji sits back, "Good, now put your hands behind your back and don't move em' til' I say so."

It's slow but you do as you're told and place your hands behind you and on his knee. "Like this?" You ask in a sweet tone.

"Mhm," He bites his lower lip, "Jus' like that."

All of your disheveled state is on full display to the man. From the undone buttons on your shirt that reveal your cleavage to the spread of your legs over his as you ride him slowly, Toji drinks in and savors the sight of you.

His hands move to hover over your thighs, the teasing lack of contact giving you goosebumps. "What a naughty student I have," Toji tuts, "Wantin' me to touch her..."

Those large veiny hands of his are finally placed onto your skin and you immediately sigh in relief. They then slide up along your body, his hands calloused and rough against your supple skin. Toji's grip goes beneath your skirt and he rests his hands on your hips.

His fingers press into your skin and you gasp when Toji suddenly jerks your body forward. The motion caused your cunt to rut over his muscles and the feeling was enough for you to feel slightly jaded.

"F-Fuck," You moan softly.

It was a pleasant drag of your beyond-soaked panties rubbing over your clit along with the man's toned thigh that made your mind stutter and your body overheat. Toji's narrowed eyes watch your expression closely, silently enjoying how into this you are.

Surprising you again, his thigh flexes for a second time and he grinds you back against the muscle.

Toji then leans to your ear again, "That feels good, huh?" You bite your lip and nod, to which he smirks, "You're so fuckin' wet right now, soakin' my pants like some desperate little whore."

"Hhngh..." You squeak out.

Toji's hands slide over to your ass, palming the flesh in his hand and squeezing you hard. "I wonder what you were up to before comin' here," He whispers, "Probably out there bein' a slut, right?"

"N-No sir," You whisper back breathlessly.

One of his hands returns to your hip and the other moves to your waist. You feel the man caress the side of your body before he slips a hand under your top.

Toji laughs at the way you're still so obviously lying to him. "Look at ya' now though..." He shakes his head slowly and you squirm as his hand goes under your bra and fondles your breast. "How long have you wanted this?" He questions.

Your lips part to reply, "H-Hah... I... mmh..."

He only makes it more difficult to speak when the hand on your hip shifts over. The sudden feeling of his thumb pressing into your clit as you roll your hips forward makes your body spasm and you fall into the man in shock.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck and your heavy breath is felt against his neck. "Oh fuck," You whine.

Toji's thumb rolls around the sensitive bud and your stomach churns, "That feel good?"

"Uhuh," You nod dumbly into his neck.

Your grinding grows a bit more needy and aggressive so that you can constantly feel his thumb on your clit. Each time you roll your hips forward, his thumb presses into you harder and the pleasure is so relieving.

"Think my cock would feel good too, don't you?" Toji questions, his lewd words driving heat straight to your gut.

You can't help but nod your head again, this time a little more desperately.

The professor scoffs, "That's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Hah... y-yeah, fuck..." You murmur honestly.

"Aw," He coos, "So that's why you're really here. You don't care about that silly project of yours, you just want some dick."

You're starting to feel lightheaded with how aroused you are by the situation. "I-I..." You try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth coherently is a moan.

The hand on your breast gives you one last squeeze before it moves. "Too horny to speak now?" Toji teases.

"M-Mhm..."

He scoffs, "Poor girl. You wouldn't even be able to handle me."

"I would... mgh..." You argue.

"Think so?" Toji challenges and you nod in response.

The man then shocks you by shifting your entire body. You go from sitting on his thigh to his crotch, and the sudden contact of his large hard cock pressing up into your cunt makes your jaw drop.

Both of Toji's hands latch onto your waist and then slide down to your hips, pushing your body down into him as he lifts into you slightly.

"Think you can take it? Huh?" He questions. "Think that lil' hole of yours can even fit every inch of me?" Toji asks cockily.

You give him a lustful smile, "Mhm."

"Words," Toji corrects, "If you think you can handle me, use your words."

You ground yourself into the prominent bulge below you, feeling his hard dick rub up between your folds and dizzying yourself. "I c-can..." You claim, "I... fuck, I need you," You pant.

Precum leaks from the tip of Toji's cock as your words hit his ears and he simply smiles at you, "Need me? Need me to what? C'mon, don't be shy, tell me what you really want."

"I need you to... hah, mgh... fuck me," You say.

Everything was so vivid, the pressure of his cock pushing up against your pussy whilst you rolled your hips over him. It was nothing more than dry humping but you felt so good already, an embarrassing orgasm approaching.

"Yeah?" Toji mocks. He digs his fingers into your hips and holds you in place before he begins to thrust his hips up into you, furthering the friction. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Please." You beg.

Toji rolls his head back and groans, "Damnit."

He couldn't take it anymore. The man moves you off of him and you stumble to your feet, legs shaking slightly from how close you'd been to an orgasm. Your body stubbles back a bit and you use his desk to hold yourself up.

Toji stands from his seat and you watch him walk over to the classroom door and lock it. After which he stands there for a moment and shakes his head.

When he returns to you, you simply stare up at him with pleading eyes. Toji raises a hand to your neck and grabs a light but firm grasp of you.

He leans toward your face and sighs deeply, "I was gonna' make you wait til' next week but y'know what," His hand slides down and to your waist before he lifts you up onto his desk, "If you take my cock like a good girl today, I'll give ya' more next time."

It's almost disgraceful the way you parted your legs and began to lean back for the man, inviting him in. "I-I'm not as fragile as you think..." You tell him.

He pushes you further down so that your back is against the space on his desk, "We'll see about that." Toji scoffs, moving to press his bulge against you one more time.

After one last teasing press, Toji takes his hands and is quick to peel your ridiculously soaked panties off your body. You hear him scoff again as he glances at your soaked cunt beneath your skirt, having no plans of stripping you of anything else just yet.

Your thighs are then pushed upwards with Toji's large build in between your legs. Your legs are quickly pressed together and moved over the man's right shoulder before he wraps his bulky arm around them to keep them pressed to his chest.

You watch as his free hand moves to work his pants off, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling, and getting discarded to the side as you sit there catching your breath. You just barely catch a glimpse of the man's pants sliding down, his boxers following, and your breath freezes when he spreads your legs and the heavy feeling of his cock rests against your folds.

"S-Shit," You curse, your eyes go wide at the sight of what's in between your legs.

Toji's hands squeeze the underside of your thighs before pressing them up against your chest and folding your body in a way that makes you unable to have any control. His dick rubs between your wet folds, your slick wetting up his length and causing the man to let out a heavy breath.

You were so wet that you could hear the way your moisture spread all over his hard member, the sound extremely obscene and lewd. Neither of you had planned for things to go this way but neither of you was complaining, especially not as Toji finally started pushing himself into you.

Because of the soaked state of your sex, he should've slid right in but you were whining breathlessly as only the tip of his cock pushed into you. He was big, too big. Toji had that taunting smirk on his face the entire time he eased his cock into you, he could tell you were already struggling.

"Thought you could take it," He teases, "What happened?"

Your jaw falls as the tip of his cock nudges against your g-spot, you couldn't even say anything by that point and the man hadn't even started moving yet. Was he all the way in? No, but it damn sure felt like it.

"Ha-ah... ahh..." You moan softly, the sound being the only thing you could manage.

Toji slides his hips back and decides to punish you for your earlier claims of being able to handle him by quickly snapping his hips forward and thrusting every inch of his dick into you. The next moan that left those pretty lips of yours was louder than it should've been.

Something was felt in your core as you clenched around the man and his gaze drops down to where the two of you are connected, "No fuckin' way," Toji scoffs, "Fuckin' slut came all over me from one thrust?"

You move a hand over your mouth to conceal the whimper that leaves you in response. You'd been so worked up from before you came into the classroom and then the man had you riding on his thigh, of course you were going to cum as soon as he entered you.

"Mmmh... 'M s-sorry," You whisper stupidly, completely dazed by your arousal.

Toji chuckles and slides his hips back, "Don't be," His eyes are glued to the messy slick covering his cock, the sight making him twitch inside you, "Fuuuck, it's all messy now 'nd I didn't even do anything." He groans.

After that, the man stops toying with you. He's quick to shove every inch of himself right back into you, hearing the weak moans pour out of your mouth in response. Toji's pace is rough but slow at first, his gaze locked on the way your folds spread around his cock and how wet the sight is.

It was so lewd, such a naughty predicament-- a professor fucking one of his students over his desk. He practically had you in a mating press over the very area where he usually works.

"Oh fuck," The male groaned deeply.

The sound alone had your cunt fluttering around him, which was enough for him to give up on going slow. His weight presses into you as he leans over and your eyes meet his own just as he begins pistoning in and out of your sopping hole.

Even with your hand over your mouth, your moaning was still loud, "Hhnngh... a-aah... f-fuck, wait... mmgh..." You pleaded beneath your palm.

Toji scoffs at you with a smirk on his face, "Don't tell me to wait." He orders, "Fuckin' take it."

He started fucking into you with more vigor, squelching and skin-slapping sounds filling the room. If anyone were to press their ear to the classroom door, it would've been quite obvious what was going on but neither of you cared at that moment.

"You're... hah, ah, t-too b-big-, fuck." You stutter, words coming out broken in between his harsh thrusts.

His head tilts, "You wanted it though, mgh... Wanted' me to fuck you like this."

You couldn't do anything but continue to moan. Nothing could've prepared you for the way Toji started to pound down into you, groaning and grunting at the way your cunt clenched and squelched around his cock.

He suddenly shifts to the side a bit and starts fucking into at a different angle. You swear you're seeing stars by this point because the air was knocked right out of your lungs while Toji pounded every inch of himself into you. His tip was practically making out with your sweet spot, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

He drives you over the edge for a second time when he turns his head and suddenly kisses your leg, his soft lips pressing against your new lace stockings before he parts them and licks over the fabric.

"Dirty fuckin' girl," Toji degrades suddenly, "Having me lose myself like this, shit." He whispers against your leg.

Your hand steadily moves from your mouth and tears are soaking your eyelashes, "H-Harder," You choke out, "Fuck me harder."

The man blinks in disbelief and his hips stutter, "Harder?" He scoffs, "Alright then."

Before you have time to process, he's pulling out of you and manhandling your body. He flips you over so that your chest is pressed into the wood below and your ass is in the air. You feel his large hand push down into your back and force you into a mean arch for him.

With no time to process the sudden change, Toji rams himself right back into you. Your eyes cross at the feeling and drool is quick to well up in your mouth. His fat tip bullies into your g-spot all over again and you can feel your hips digging into the edge of the desk.

"F-Fu-uck.." You moan deliriously, once again coming undone in surprise.

Toji's hands go to your hips and he starts pulling you back to meet each of his harsh thrusts, "Take that shit'," He curses lowly, moving to give your ass one hard and loud slap, "Fuckin' slut."

Your pussy is just gushing around the man, eagerly sucking him right back in every time he pulls out. Nothing was quiet, everything was loud and filled the room. Toji didn't care for you to be quiet, he knew nobody could really hear anything unless they were up against the door listening.

"This is all you wanted, huh?" The man taunted you further, "Wanted me to bend you over my desk and fuck you like some kinda whore, hm?"

Your body jerks forward with his every thrust, "M-Mhm..."

Another slap on your ass is felt, "Use your fuckin' words."

"Aah, y-yes, mmh..." You cry out.

Toji moves a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you up off the desk for a second, "Yes what?"

Your eyes roll back, "Y-Yes sir,"

"Say it then," He continues, getting off on hearing the way you're struggling to form sentences. "Tell me this is what you wanted."

"M-Mmgh..." Your jaw goes slack and you're whimpering in between words. "T-This is what-, oh f-fuck... I wanted..." You barely manage out.

"Yeah? Wanted me deep inside you jus' like this, right?" Toji continues on, his voice right in your ear while he pounded into you.

You give a cockdrunk head nod in response, "Y-Yes sir, hah... wanted it s' bad..."

The male leans down and you feel his teeth suddenly latch onto your neck, making you gasp. You think you came again but you're not sure by this point, your mind is consumed with the pleasure Toji's providing for you and you shudder when he brings a hand around your body and pinches your clit.

"Ohmygod," You stammer, your brain reduced to complete mush as a lightheaded feeling weighs in on you.

Toji pushes his lips to your ear, "Cum on my cock one more time f'me," He orders. "You can do that, right? You're a big girl."

His thick fingers swat over your sensitive bud and your legs quake as you come undone just as he's told you to. You can't think straight, see straight, hell, you don't even know if you're breathing properly by this point.

Toji's scarred lips smile against you, "That's it, you're such a good fuckin' girl f'me."

His touch then grows gentle while he moves to hold your waist again, lightly pushing your body down and easing his cock in and out of you at a slower pace. Toji's eyes settle on the creamy sight of your cunt smothering his length and he groans loudly.

"Aagh..." He mutters, hands caressing your body before he pushes your skirt up and gets a full view of your ass. The man smiles before he grabs onto the fat and spreads it further apart so he can really see the thick mess he's made of you.

He watches your slick run over the veins of his cock, enamored by the lew sight of it and biting his lip at the view. "God damn, how many times did you cum... fuck." He sighs.

You're too out of it to respond and Toji simply scoffs. It's slow the way he pulls out of you and empties himself onto your ass. Your legs are still shaking and your breathing is all over the place.

You obviously can't see your face but you're beyond fucked out and you've got drool and tears running down your face. You remain still for a while, trying to collect yourself from what the hell you just did while Toji begins moving to clean all evidence up.

He's quick to wipe the two of you off with some tissues he had in one of the nearby drawers and you even hear the man chuckling as he wipes your essence off the floor. You had quite literally made a complete mess.

Toji soon gives your ass a playful tap, "You gettin' up anytime soon?"

You shake your head, "C-Can't..."

"Can't?" He chuckles, "What, you can't stand up?"

"No." You mumble.

Toji finds your current state cute. "No? C'mon, yes you can."

"No... I can't." You argue back.

"Lemme see you try."

You let out a groan and move to push yourself up. Your legs have a slight shake to them but you manage to stand up. Turning your head back to the man, you pout, "My fucking l-legs hurt."

"Awh," He mocks your facial expression, "You're the one who said you could handle me."

You roll your eyes and grab a nearby tissue to wipe the mess off your face.

Toji chuckles, "Don't be a brat or we're goin' for round two."

You freeze and cut your eye at the man, "...Fuck off."

He shakes his head in disbelief, "And she wants to be a brat anyway." He sighs, "Y'know, I won't be so nice next time."

"You were being nice?" You ask dumbfoundedly.

"Of course I was." Toji hums.

You simply shake your hand at the man and start straightening yourself up to the best of your ability. He watches you for a minute up until you get to the stupid buttons on your shirt that started this whole thing.

Toji walks up to you again and swats your hands away to fix it. You notice how he buttons up your shirt with ease this time and that's when you realize he purposefully didn't fix it earlier.

"You sly bastard," You whisper in a playful banter underneath your breath.

Toji smirks and leans down to you, turning his head so that your lips are to his ear, "What was that?" He tests.

You grit your teeth and decide not to repeat yourself.

He scoffs and leans back up, "That's what I thought."

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The two of you finish cleaning up and Toji helps you out of the room. There's no one in the hallways and you're thankful for that up until you hear someone call your name from behind.

You'd been resting your head on Toji's arm and holding onto him slightly to help yourself walk until you heard the sound.

Your heart had sunk to your toes and you wondered how the hell you were going to explain the way you looked right now.

Turning back slowly, you meet eyes with none other than Choso Kamo.

He seems concerned as he approaches you and the professor, "I thought I recognized you," Choso says casually.

You lean your head off of Toji's large arm and swallow, "Hi Choso," You greet as normally as you can.

He raises a brow, "You okay? What happened?"

"Uhm," Your eyes go to Toji for a split second and he simply looks eager to hear how you're going to explain why you're leaning on him. "My legs gave out on me and Mr. Fushiguro was helping me." You lie all too smoothly, "I'm fine though-"

"I can help you from here," Choso offers, glancing at the man beside you, "If that's alright."

Toji shrugs and Choso's quick but careful to move an arm around your waist and pull you close to him. Your heart is out of control right now and you seriously think you're going to pass out any second now due to your nerves.

"How'd your legs give out?" Choso asks.

"I've been really busy today and uh," You avoid his eyes, "It's that time of the month so..."

Toji can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him, "Kamo, take good care of her." He says before turning and leaving the two of you.

Choso nods in response and watches as the professor disappears down the hall. After which, his eyes go straight to you. "Shouldn't you be lying down or something then?" He asks.

"Well, I... I had class. Being on my period doesn't give me a pass, silly." You sigh.

Choso blinks, "You couldn't skip one day...? I'm sure Mr. Fushiguro wouldn't have cared. And wait," His eyes narrow at you, "You're a Psych major, why are you taking an economics class?"

"Long story." You hum. "I'll explain later."

For a second, he stares. He's studying the state of your face closely, taking in every little detail. "Alright well, you look like you're about to fall over so, can I take you home?"

Your eyes finally meet his, "Something tells me that even if I say no, you're gonna do it anyways."

"I am." Choso chuckles.

"Then yeah, you can take me home." You utter softly.

The man starts helping you walk down the rest of the halfway and out of the building, his hand supportively latched onto your waist the entire time.

As the two of you make it outside, Choso walks you to his car and your eyes widen a little. The man drives an all-black Mustang GT and god damn the way the car just fits him.

In the middle of your admiration, Choso leans too close to your ear unintentionally, "Do you have cramps?"

"Huh, what?" You blink.

"Are you cramping right now?" He clarifies.

"Uh, yeah kinda." You lie again, nearly forgetting what you'd told him.

He nods, "Alright, I think I have pain meds but I'm not sure if it'll help."

Yep. You're one hundred percent falling for this man. You're not even actually on your period but fucking hell, Choso is so boyfriend material that it hurts that you're unsure if things would work out with him.

You find yourself dazed as you stare at his face while he unlocks his car and moves to open the door. Once his door is open, he looks at you and furrows his brows.

"What?" Choso asks, wondering why you're staring at him so intently.

Part of you wanted to say that you think you're in love with him but maybe you're brain is still mushy because of Toji...

"Thank you," You whisper.

He doesn't know why but his heart feels a little weird, "No problem." Choso says back, quickly snatching his eyes off you before he loses himself.

Oh, you're so fucked. As he seats you in his car and soon drives you home, you find yourself stuck in your brain.

This whole thing is terrible...

You definitely like Choso. You and Geto have slept with each other more times than you think you should've. You just fucked a professor. You still have other guys to seduce. And Gojo Satoru is still an asshole.

By the time you get home and part from Choso, you feel like you want to cry again. Had it not been for this stupid list, you probably could've asked Choso out by now. You could've been in a happy relationship and had no problems to worry about, aside from getting a job and having money of course.

As you shut your apartment door, you tipped your head forward and groaned.

"Fuck." You hate everything right now.

How do you fix it? How do you get yourself out of this? What can you do to give yourself a positive outcome??

"Someone seems stressed," A voice points out from somewhere behind you.

You think your eye twitches at the sound alone and you get angry all too quickly.

It's none other than Gojo Satoru; the man to blame for your current unhappiness.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ☐

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

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And They Were Roommates!

Part 2 AO3

Steve didn’t hate him exactly.

He was just… vastly irritated by his very presence.

When they’d fallen into being roommates with Eddie, Steve and Robin were just happy to have anywhere to live. 

They’d spent a few weeks living in the ageing BMW after they’d gotten booted by their previous landlord when the rent had spiked again and they couldn’t afford to pay it anymore.

Then Dustin had come to them saying he had a friend that had a spare bedroom that he needed to fill and they had jumped at the chance. 

It wasn’t a terrible apartment, all things considered. 

The bathroom needed a bimonthly mould clean out and the water pressure was nonexistent. It was almost always colder inside than it was outside, no matter how hot the weather got and the front door had clear signs of being broken down before, with a new lock haphazardly slapped over where the old one had been but it was shockingly quiet and secluded. 

A small and unassuming building that people tended to glance over sitting close enough to the city centre so that everything was within walking distance. It was twice the size of the place Steve and Robin had lived before, an open plan kitchen and sitting room with enough room for a dining table creating a barrier between the two. 

A nice dining table too. 

One that could fit more than two people.

Two bedrooms, one bathroom. 

Eddie had apparently wrinkled his nose at the idea of sharing with a couple but Steve and Robin weren’t about to correct him. He was a completely unknown person who seemed to make it his mission to look mean and scary, no matter what Dustin said about him. 

So Steve refused to feel bad about making assumptions.

But the guy was less mean and scary and mostly just annoying.

He left his shit everywhere, like he’d never heard of fucking organisation before. And he was so loud and exuberant all the time. Like yeah, they guy could enjoy his passions or whatever but that didn’t mean Steve had to like being an unwilling participant in it.

When Robin moved out, Steve stayed even though it was clear Eddie would have preferred if he'd gone too. 

He wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate was a lot. 

And he certainly wasn’t going to give up a good place just because his roommate kept dropping hints he wanted his special someone to move in and Steve to move out.

Steve would show Eddie the meaning of stubborn.

They bickered like an old married couple constantly and Steve couldn’t exactly say that he hadn’t risen to the bait or caused his own fair share of problems between the two of them either.

Things had only marginally shifted once Eddie had proudly stuck up a flyer advertising the set list for the Pride Parade After Party that his band had somehow been signed to perform at.

When he caught Steve looking at it one morning he’d levelled him with his smuggest smile, like he’d just won some kind of argument. Like he was just waiting for Steve to go on a homophobic rant and run out of the apartment, never to return.

“Got a problem there, Stevie boy?”

Eddie crossed his arms loosely over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter with a feral look in his eyes, itching for a fight.

Steve had just turned to him with his sharpest, most cutting grin and lifted open the zippered side of his bomber jacket, revealing his bi pride flag patch sewn to the inner pocket.

“No.”

Eddie had glared at the patch like it had personally offended him before storming off to his room with a scowl.

After that, the barbs thrown at each other had gotten a little more… queer.

After one particularly frustrating argument, Steve had snapped at Eddie “I know how to keep a fucking shower drain clean, Mary.” before snatching his keys up and slamming the door behind him.

When Steve had finally seen fit to talk to Eddie again, nearly two full days later, huffing at him to hurry up in the kitchen, he wanted some coffee, Eddie had turned with the most exaggerated face of surprise and his hands thrown up in shock as he proclaimed, “She speaks!”

Steve had rolled his eyes and grumbled, “Jesus, you’re such a queen.”

Eddie had levelled him with his own cutting smile and responded, “That I am, darling.”

After that their arguments were full of a lot more condescending and patronising ‘Mary’s and ‘sweetie’s and ‘oh, honey’s.

It gave Steve the strangest feeling of companionship. Not only with Eddie, loathe as he was to admit it, but also with the culture and with the queers of old who were still around, who’d had to kick and spit and fight just to be seen.

Eddie had been buzzing around the apartment all day. 

It was A Big Date Night™ apparently. 

He was gonna ask the boyfriend to take a road trip with him back to Indiana to meet Wayne, a big step that he’d never made with a partner before.

Steve liked Wayne. But he liked even more how irritated Eddie was that they spoke. Wayne had called the apartment one day looking for his nephew and when Steve answered he heard the sounds of a game in the background and asked about it.

It was over forty five minutes later Steve turned to find Eddie staring at him with a horrified expression on his face and Steve couldn’t help the evil glint in his eye as he continued to debate Wayne on their favourite players.

But Eddie had left hours ago now and it was getting… late.

Really, really late.

Like four in the morning late and he hadn’t come home yet.

He was supposed to, he needed to be up the next morning for his shift at the nerd shop he worked at and he loved that job. He wouldn't miss it for anything.

Steve wasn’t like, worried or anything.

Not that Eddie needed to be babied, he wasn’t one of his kids. 

He was just… looking out for the safety of another human being.

The only light in the dark apartment was coming from the low glow of the tv and it was so quiet there was barely a sound coming from the speaker. Steve was curled up on the couch, swaddled in a throw and his mind kept drifting. 

He couldn’t pay attention to whatever was playing, his brain just kept catastrophising about what the fuck could have happened to make Eddie so late. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin and simultaneously felt his body unclench when he heard a key in the lock and recognised Eddie's wild head of hair coming into the apartment.

But that didn’t last long because Eddie caught the door before it could close with a loud snap like it usually did, shutting it slowly and softly behind him.

It was alarming because Eddie never remembered to close the door quietly, no matter how much Steve bitched at him. And it wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose, Steve knew that, it’s just that his mind was most often somewhere else, focused on some other thing so that he simply… forgot.

Eddie cursed low to himself as he slumped into the kitchen, pulling the freezer door open and rummaging around for a bit before pulling something out.

He kept his head low, hair spilling out around his face as he jumped up onto the counter and sat. 

He still hadn’t noticed Steve sitting there, watching the whole exchange under the dim flickering light of the television.

It looked like Eddie had snatched up a bag of Steve’s frozen peas. And they were Steve’s. Because Eddie didn’t eat anything green unless it was artificially coloured and covered in sugar.

Eddie squeezed the peas in hand hands, considering, before he muttered to himself, “so fucking stupid” and brought them up to rest on the side of his face.

That kicked Steve into action, unfurling himself from the couch, keeping his throw around his shoulders because it was fucking cold and he padded over to the kitchen in his fluffy socks.

“Eddie?”

Frozen peas scattered, skittling across the tiled floor, landing in the sink, ricocheting off the cupboard doors and clattering off the walls as Eddie jumped violently at the sound of his name, softly spoken as it was. 

He’d snapped his head up and Steve could see, in the dim light of the tv behind him, unusual darkness spreading over Eddie’s face, like a stain on his pale skin.

Eddie tightened his hands again around the now mostly empty bag, looking back down at it. 

“‘M sorry about your peas.” He mumbled.

Steve could only blink in response. 

Eddie wasn’t supposed to mumble. 

He wasn’t supposed to be quiet and subdued and wilted. 

He was supposed to be loud and brash and tawdry and bright.

“I’m gonna turn the light on, okay?” Steve tried to keep any rising panic and worry out of his voice, tried to keep himself calm and level. He could barely just make out the small nod Eddie gave after a beat of hesitation.

The light was harsh and painful after so long spent in mostly darkness and Steve had to squint through his glasses waiting for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he felt his stomach drop.

Eddie's face was scrunched up as he tried to blink through brightness but that wasn’t what caught Steve’s attention. 

Because there was blood crusting on the side of Eddie’s face, settled around his eye and in his hair from a gash over his eyebrow. His lip was split and puffy and swollen and his cheek was slowly blooming from red to purple.

“You should see the other guy.” Eddie grinned with a wince, when he noticed Steve cataloguing, but his eyes stayed distant and sad.

“What…” Steve stepped closer, hovering his hand over the injuries, over his hair. “What happened?”

Eddie shrugged, dipping his eyes back down to the melting bag of peas in his hands. “We had a disagreement.”

Steve looked down too and gently took the peas out of his grip, placing the bag in the sink next to them. 

It was only then that he noticed Eddie’s knuckles were bloodied as well, split and starting to swell.

He had to swallow against the sickening anger coiling in his throat as he closed a gentle hand around Eddie’s cold fingers and he tugged it over to the sink, turning the tap on. 

“Your peas-”

“Fuck the fucking peas, Eddie!” Steve snapped before trying to reel himself back in when Eddie flinched, nearly pulling his hand away but stopping himself at the last moment.

With the softest movements he could manage, Steve got Eddie’s fingers as soapy as he could before slowly working his rings left and right, pulling them off his fingers.

“What are you doing?” It wasn’t quite a whisper but the question was low, almost like a hum.

“Your fingers are going to start to swell soon. I can leave them on if you’d rather have them cut off later?” Steve looked up to see Eddie watching their hands working together under the dribble of the tap. 

He shook his head.

“Well okay then.” He tugged the last ring free and examined them, silver and wet and heavy in his palm. 

There was still some dried blood in the grooves. 

“Did you at least get him good with these?” He gestured to them before placing them carefully to the side and gently towling Eddie’s injured hand dry.

A smirk tugged at the uninjured side of Eddie’s mouth. “You’re damn right I did.”

Steve gave a short sharp nod, placing Eddie’s hand back in his lap. “Good.” 

He moved over to the freezer, pulling out his own cold compress which Eddie hadn’t chosen for some reason and tugging the first aid kit from on top of the fridge.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” He said, trying to keep his voice even and his posture lighthearted as he laid the stuff out next to Eddie’s leg. He pulled their second drawer open and took a clean dish towel out, running it under the tap.

“Why, Stevie? You worried about me?” Eddie tried to grin but it quickly turned into a grimace as Steve pressed the damp cloth against the cut on his eyebrow, his lips turning down.

“Don’t be precious about it, honey. Just tell me. I’ll never stop pestering you until you do.” He pulled the cloth away and started gently brushing it across Eddie’s skin, trying to remove as much of the dried blood as he could.

“Alright, alright, keep your wig on.” Eddie huffed and pulled his mouth into a frown before shrugging again. ”Well I’m single now.”

Steve managed to keep his hands working, only halting for just a second as the words hit him. “Rick did this?”

“Yep.” Eddie said with a pop. “Everything was going good, you know. Standard date stuff, whatever. Then I asked him to come meet Wayne and he looked at me. Said, and I quote; ‘What exactly do you think this is?’”

Eddie snorted and shook his head. 

Steve was forced to pull the cloth away to stop tugging on the broken skin. “Wait so-”

“So apparently I’ve been seeing this whole thing as more serious than it was. Apparently I’ve been putting feelings where there were none. And get this,” he grabbed Steve’s hand, stalling his movements again and forcing him to look into those giant deep brown eyes, “he’s married.”

Steve felt his mouth drop open in an indignant stare. “No.”

“Yeah. I know, right? I’ve been the other woman this whole time.” He brought his hands up to make air quotes. “Just a bit of fun.” He tongued at his split lip. "And it's my problem, my fault that I didn't figure it out, according to him." He shook his head, forcing Steve to retract his hand from around his eye. "The fucker took his wedding band off every time we met, so…"

Rather than grabbing Eddie gently by the chin, which he was really, quite horrifyingly tempted to do, he instead said, "Be a dear and stop moving."

Eddie levelled him with a glare but there wasn't much behind it, it was all performative even as he tutted and started twisting the chain on his jeans around in his fingers. But he stopped moving his head.

"So how did that lead to this?"

Eddie scoffed. "How do you think, Mary? I got mad."

"Well good. You should've been mad. Did you throw the first punch?"

"Technically?" Eddie hummed in consideration. "Yes. But he had his hands on me before that soo…"

Steve froze, he couldn’t help it. 

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

"In what way?" He kept his voice light but the bright white concern underneath was like a foghorn. 

Eddie shrugged again and turned his head, giving Steve more access to the blood crusted above his ear and into his hairline. 

Then he leaned forward just a little bit more until his forehead was resting against Steve's shoulder.

Steve reached back to pull Eddie's hair out of the way, over the back of his neck so he could clean up his hairline.

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, the silence wasn't tense but it wasn't calm either. It was anticipatory. Eddie was building himself up to answer.

"He didn't see a problem with the situation, I mean obviously he didn't see a problem with the situation so he just wanted to… continue, I suppose. We'd been… experimenting with switching before this and he tried to go full dom on me. Kept trying to get me to submit." Eddie's voice had started to shake even though he tried valiantly to keep it down and it made Steve wonder just how long he'd been keeping it down already. 

Steve dropped the cloth off in the sink and brought a hand up, resting it on the back of Eddie's still bent head, making sure not to cage him in, making sure to keep his touches light and gentle but still there if he wanted them.

"I didn't- I didn't want to anymore but he just kept going and I told him he wasn't asking my consent, he was demanding it. He said I had to do what he wanted because he was in charge and that’s how it works-” 

“Eddie, that is not how it works-”

“Yes, thank you, darling. I know that. I told him that wasn't what's done, no matter the dynamics and he was just getting more and more pissed off, like I was ruining his fun and he wouldn’t get off of me so I just… fucking decked him." Eddie laughed, a terrible broken thing. “I thought… I thought we had… it had been so good while… why can’t I have… why does it always have to end like this?”

His voice had become harsher, more defeated as he went on, cracking and pitching along the words until the end. Until a heart wrenching choked off sound was pulled from his throat.

Eddie was weeping softly into Steve’s shoulder and his hands were twitching in his lap, like he wanted to reach out, like he wanted some comfort but didn’t know if he was allowed. 

But he must have decided he didn’t care if he was allowed or not because the next second he’d thrown his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulled him in tight, sniffling openly and freely into his neck.

Steve took the tiniest of steps closer and wound his arms around Eddie’s middle, bypassing his leather jacket and battle vest, snaking his arms underneath until there was just the threadbare band t-shirt between them.

He ran a hand up and down Eddie’s back as he shook, while Eddie just clutched on tighter.

“Why does it always have to be… why can’t I… why…” a terrible little sob broke out of Eddie’s throat. “Why does no one ever want me the way I want them?”

Steve had to pinch his eyes shut against the pure heartbreak in his voice, coming out halting and thick and so small. 

He just held him tighter, whispering little placating words and small shushes that he felt more in his chest than he did his throat. 

He hesitated for just a moment before placing a light little kiss to the side of Eddie’s head, into his hair. The same kind of kiss he’d give to Robin or one of the kids if they were in the same situation. 

That was all.

“God.” Eddie muttered, pulling back and scrubbing his hands roughly over his eyes and nose, apparently uncaring of his injuries. “Your shirt is fucking disgusting.” He eyed the stains and wet patches and no doubt little traces of blood he’d accidentally left there. “What makes you think that’s an appropriate state to appear in?”

Steve just rolled his eyes, taking the lighthearted jab for what it was, a want to move on, to start snarking again and cracked open the first aid kit. 

“Your face is disgusting.”

“Yeah, well. You’re the one who’s been cleaning me up, sweetheart. So, who’s fault is that?”

He glanced up at the cut over Eddie’s eyebrow. 

“That might need stitches.”

“No stitches, can’t be bothered with stitches.”

“Stitches not punk enough for you?”

Eddie did glare at him for that.

“Don’t even. You know I’m not a punk.”

Steve grinned at him. “No?”

“Steven.”

Even through the heavy talk, Steve relished the sight of the slight smile that had appeared on Eddie’s face and his return to bitchy banter.

“Edward, is there a difference?” Steve shrugged as he fished for supplies in the kit. “Doesn’t seem to be.”

“To you, maybe.” Eddie flicked at a piece of his hair. “God you’re such a… you’re such a jock.”

“Wow,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “let’s add observant to your list of positives.”

“Assho-ow!” Eddie shrieked as Steve pressed a butterfly bandage over the wound.

“You’re a giant pain in my ass.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” Eddie growled at him, irritated and snappy, “you perpetual bottom.”

“Excuse you,” Steve snapped back, “I switch it up. I have versatility."

“Uh-huh.”

“But you gotta admit,” Steve flashed his most charming grin, “it’s a lovely bottom.”

Eddie scoffed but there was a red flush starting to creep up his neck. “S’not like I pay much attention to your bottom.”

“Oh, Eddie,” Steve gave a disappointed sigh, “everyone pays attention to my bottom.”

He didn’t get a response, just a bitchy roll of the eyes.

“You gonna call out of work tomorrow?” He dropped the cloth into the sink and crossed his arms as Eddie leaned back on his hands.

“Why? So you can mother hen me all day? No, thank you.”

“Oh sweetie.” Steve regarded him with mock sympathy. “You think you’d be lucky enough to get my mothering?”

“What if I die in my sleep tonight? You’d be inconsolable.”

“Yeah. Simply devastated.” He said as he all but pushed Eddie off the counter and herded him back to his room.

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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation.

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Part 7 is finally here! I only gave this a quick look over so if there are any glaring issues (like a random cut off sentence) please let me know! I was just so excited to get this one out.

Content: Brandon.

For all the power and influence it has amassed, SpecGru is a notoriously discreet and secretive operation. Mind, no one’s ever strolling down the street shouting their criminal affiliations for God and everyone to hear, but even by criminal standards, SpecGru is like a collective boogeyman. By the time most anyone knows they’re there, it’s already too late – and the rare (verbal) survivors only ever see masks and guns.

Granted, no small part of SpecGru’s prestige comes from whispered stories and unconfirmed rumors. Criminals are locker room gossips, the lot of them. Not that it’s completely unfounded. An execution is an execution, whether someone died with all their teeth and nails or not. (Usually not)

Few people know Price as more than a shadowy theoretical. (Someone must be in charge, that’s how the mafia works.) Even fewer know his face, never mind his name. It’s just good business that way.

In fact, SpecGru’s entire inner circle is shrouded in mystery. There’s not just the gray silhouette of the Don looming over their enemies’ heads. There are the lieutenants to contend with as well, acting on his direct authority, speaking on his behalf (with permission, of course) in his absence.

And then there’s Price’s right hand, the de facto boss should something happen. His heir, for all intents and purposes.

For those that have met Price in person, and by extension his few but devoted confidants, there’s always debate.

Is it Soap, loud and brash, but sharp as a whip? A decisive man, affable with a hidden mean streak?

Or is it Ghost, the quiet and calculating figure always at his side? A deadly and brutal enemy, shrewd and observant?

Kyle lets them stew in their assumptions and reminds himself that they’ll learn eventually – or they’ll be dead. He’s not fussed either way. It would suit SpecGru just fine if a few of those knobs keeled over sooner rather than later.

If only they knew that the hand that would one day grip their leashes was currently holding your purse so that you could pet a cute dog.

Not that Kyle minds; you have good taste. In purses, that is – though the dog isn’t half bad. A fluffy white and grey thing with a stumpy tail, practically crawling onto your pretty blue skirt as you coo and fawn. He started recording the minute you handed him your bag. (Price owes him for this.)

“His name is Mister Beans,” the uni girl enthuses to you.

You practically sob. “Mister Beans!”

He’s loath to hurry you along, but he’s supposed to meet up with Price for a Business meeting in only a half hour. Thankfully, you’re a considerate sort and don’t linger for long.

“Thank you so much, have a great day!” you cheer to the young woman. Then you turn back to Kyle, smiling huge. “Wasn’t he so cute?”

He chuckles. “It was. Wish I could have pet him, but white hair on this suit…”

You hum sympathetically. “I have a lint roller in my apartment.”

“I’ll scratch the next one,” he promises, offering your purse back.

You take it with your far hand and another mumbled “thank you,” then loop your closer arm through his. Don’t even seem to think about it, just accept the escort automatically. Kyle tries not to beam with pride. He used to have to prompt you, holding his elbow out at an awkward angle for you to get the hint. Now, you reach for the arm of whoever you’re with on instinct – as you should. (Another thing Price owes him for.)

“Do you like little dogs?” you ask, strolling with him for your apartment.

In the office, you’re a speedy little thing. Zooming from your desk to Price’s and back at velocity deserving of a ticket. Soap calls you a busy bee and it’s apt. Fluttering to and fro with stacks of papers or your tablet (“Reginald” you call it) everyone knows to make way at the click-click of your smart heels.

Outside, though, your purposeful stride slows to something less awe-inspiringly machinelike. Little Miss at work is a much different creature from Little Miss off the clock – but Kyle quite likes both.

“My mum had a little white dog while I was growing up. Crusty old thing,” he explains. “Prefer medium sized myself. Like a corgi.”

You giggle. “Like the royal family?”

“Oi, I liked ‘em before that.”

You just laugh harder at his defensive tone, patting his arm. He’s always impressed by how fearlessly you joke and tease him and the others. Have taken everything in stride from the beginning, didn’t even flinch when you first met Simon. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost think you had no idea just who you arched your eyebrows at this morning because of a “scheduling disagreement.”

“Speaking of dogs…” you mutter, mirth disappearing.

He follows your gaze through the clear glass of the building’s entry vestibule. Your ex is standing inside, already spotted you and fluffing up like the cock he is.

“Mind keeping back, doll?” Kyle murmurs.

You make a noise of protest even as you hand him your keys. “He’s not going to do anything after what Soap did.”

There’s an ugly black cast around his hand and up his wrist. Kyle smirks at him through the door.

“Rather not take any chances,” he replies.

You huff a bit, but quietly slip your arm from his, letting him take the lead into the building. (He still holds the door for you of course – he’s not a numpty.)

“Get the fuck out, mate,” Kyle says as soon as the door opens.

Brandon looks downright taken aback. “And who the fuck are you?”

“None of your business,” you interrupt, stepping up beside Kyle.

“The hell it’s not!” Brandon replies, taking an angry (stupid) step forward. Kyle mirrors him, making a point of loosening up his shoulders. In a surprising display of good sense, Brandon stops there. “Look, bunny, a high-value man needs a high-value woman.”

Your voice comes out flat and unimpressed. “And that’s you, is it? A high-value man?

Brandon rolls his eyes but sighs, as if he’s trying to be patient with you. Kyle’s fingers twitch. His piece is burning a hole against his back.

“Obviously. I have a degree, a six-figure salary, and two properties – all under forty. I’m objectively attractive, work out regularly, don’t smoke. I’m a good catch, don’t kid yourself that you can do better.”

At Kyle’s elbow, you go very still. The type of still that precedes blood and screaming. He’s seen it in Ghost before.

“Then why are you here?” you ask, tongue dripping acid. “Since you’re such a catch.”

Brandon sighs and shakes his head, trying for fond exasperation and only achieving constipated.

“I’m not willing to just throw away two years. I’ve invested a lot in this relationship, and we can still make it work.” It actually starts to make Kyle nauseous, the way he talks about you like a business decision. “I mean, you have some things to make up for but eventually, we can go back to the way we were.”

“And what,” you say through gritted teeth, consonants sharp enough to pierce skin, “do I have to make up for?”

Kyle listens, flabbers absolutely gasted, as Brandon answers.

“You ran off to play desk bunny for a man I don’t know. God only knows what ‘favor’ you did to land that job. You’ve lowered your value as a marriable woman but there are ways to make it up to me—”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

Kyle’s ears ring like the first time he heard his mum curse.

Brandon looks taken aback too. You don’t give either of them a chance to respond.

“I know it’s not fucking me. Because if you were talking to me, you’d be stupider than you look.”

Brandon’s face flushes with anger. He takes another step forward. Kyle takes two in return, shaking his head in warning. Unfortunately, Brandon doesn’t know how to read his face any better than yours.

“C’mon, mate, it’s common sense. A lock that opens for any key and all that.”

Kyle’s heard it before. “Women ain’t locks, mate.”

“If you don’t get out of this building right fucking now, I will ruin your life,” you snarl.

Brandon does a double take. “Is that a threat? You can’t—"

“You bet your pasty ass it is,” you reply without missing a beat. You raise your voice every time he tries to interrupt, barreling through his weak protest like a train. “Fifteen fucking minutes. That’s all it would take to destroy you, your stupid sister, your bitchy mother, your pervert father, and that fucking slag you got pregnant twice.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rise with each word until he’s fairly certain they’ve floated up to the ceiling somewhere.

Brandon, though… Brandon’s face is ashen.

“How… how did you…?”

“Get. The fuck. Out.”

Kyle doesn’t give him the option to refuse. He scruffs Brandon by the back of his bland suit and shoves him out the first door of the vestibule. It closes and locks just as he turns around, a rebuttal finally juddering to his bloodless lips. You haven’t even turned to watch him go.

Kyle approaches you feeling a bit like he does coming to Price with shit news when he’s already pissed.

He almost says, you sure know how to pick ‘em – but thinks better of it. There’s practically frost forming beneath your feet, the air around you is icy.

“Walk you up, little miss?” he asks, offering his arm.

You gently take his arm and exhale heavily. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

You invite him in at your door. Your hands are shaking a bit. He politely accepts, shooting Price the others a text that he’ll be a bit late. He’s not about to leave you in a state.

As usual, you step out of your shoes at the door, leaving you in your shimmery stockings, then pad to the kitchen.

“Tea?” you ask as he follows.

“I haven’t the time, doll, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re alright before heading out.”

You turn, expression softening. Just like that, you’re back to your usual self, sweet as honey.

“I’ll be alright, I think,” you reply, sighing. “That was a long time coming.”

He leans his shoulder in the doorway, unable to help chuckling at the memory of your ex’s gobsmacked expression. The corners of your mouth curl up in shy amusement.

“Seemed like it,” he replies. “We should weaponize those f-bombs you dropped.”

That coaxes a giggle out. “Graves would be first on my list.”

“The boss’s too.” And oh, Kyle can’t wait to tell Price about this. (As if he needed another reason to hate Brandon and adore you.)

“Christ,” you groan, “you’re going to tell him about this, aren’t you?”

He’s at least able to muster an apologetic grimace. “You know I have to, sweets.”

“Suppose I’ll get the really good tea tomorrow,” you muse.

“He liked those pistachio scones from the corner café, too.”

You light up. It just so happens that they bake your favorite muffins too. “Good idea.”

“I’m full of ‘em.”

You snort, but there’s a fond smile on your face. Regretfully, he notes the time on the stove clock behind you.

“You’re sure you’re alright here by yourself?” he asks.

“I’m sure,” you promise, crossing to give him a warm hug. “I lock the door and windows like Simon told me.”

“Atta girl,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?”

“Seven sharp!” you chirp.

He pauses at the door, “You call if there’s any trouble.”

You poke your head around the corner. “You don’t sign my paychecks; you can’t tell me what to do.”

He points right back at you. “That’s from the bossman direct.”

“Then he can tell me himself.”

He arches his brows. You blink.

“Don’t tell him I said that.”

He chokes back a chuckle. “Sweet dreams, little miss.”

“Get home safe, Kyle!”

As far as business meetings go, one with Los Vaqueros is almost pleasant. Sure, they always try to overprice their products, but haggling them down is practically a game between Price and Vargas by now. The shipping agreement between them and SpecGru is long established by now, a major link in the international arms market.

“Negotiations” are relaxed enough that Rudy and Valeria are playing cards with Ghost and Soap at the sitting table, whiskey glasses at their elbows. The plan for the next six months is all but set when Price suddenly jerks. In an instant, his face goes dark, shoulders tense.

“Something wrong, hermano?” Vargas asks.

“I’m getting a call.”

Soap and Ghost snap to attention.

There are only a handful of people that can reach Price during a meeting. All but one is in this room.

As he brings the phone to his ear, Kyle sees your name on the screen.

“Yes, love?” he answers.

Even from a couple feet away, Kyle can hear your voice through the receiver – high and panicked. Kyle’s already reaching for his keys.

“He fucking what?” Price barks.

Soap and Ghost jump to their feet, cards and drinks forgotten.

“Barricade the door, get a knife. We’ll be right there.”

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“Yunho,” you sobbed, curling into his side from your spot on the couch, “they hate me.”

“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. I can assure whatever you could’ve done could not make them hate you.” He tries to sooth your shaking form by running his hand through your hair, but you abruptly sit up.

“How do you know that? I was messing up all the choreo last night, and Chan had to re-record my lines for the new song 7 times.” You hold up seven fingers to add a bit of emphasis. “And 7 times is a lot. And then to top it off, I threw up in the practice room because of how anxious I was feeling about it all,” you finish.

“Why does any of that warrant them hating you? So what, you made a few mistakes. I’m sure they’ve all messed up the choreography before, too.” He brings you back into his side by wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. “As for you getting sick, how are you supposed to control that?”

“You should’ve seen them, though. They all had steam coming out of their ears. I don’t even think the 7th recording was any good, but Chan just couldn’t stand to deal with me anymore so he sent me out of the booth. Lee Know looked like he was gonna rip his hair out if he had to correct me one more time, and I could feel the looks from everyone during the whole dance practice.”

“Did you ask them about these things before you left? Or did you just leave yourself to deal with these awful assumptions about the people who love you endlessly?”

“I left right after I got sick, never even told them where I was going,” you huff.

Once you’ve said it out loud, you realize how royally stupid you’ve been, and you immediately jump out of Yunho’s arms to find your phone. “Shit, have you gotten any calls or messages from the guys? I’ve probably worried them sick.” You wrestle around with the contents of your bumbag til you found your, evidently dead, phone. You fumble with your charger before hurrying to the kitchen to plug it in.

“No, I haven’t. Nobody really knows about… us, or this thing going on between us, so I wouldn’t have expected them to.” He gets up from the couch and walks to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at your phone.

“Come on, come on, turn on you stupid thing.” You repeatedly press the power button, only getting the low battery symbol in return. Your heart’s beating out of your chest with anxiety as your phone finally starts to boot up. “I’m literally an awful person. They’ve probably just about raided the whole city trying to find me.”

“Maybe not, they might still be calm and figured you just needed a night to collect yourself.”

With that, your phone comes alive, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the buzzing of missed calls and unanswered text messages.

17 missed calls from Channie 🤞🏻❤️

11 missed calls from Leebit 🐰

20 messages from BinBin 😘

15 missed FaceTime calls from Hyune 🫶🏻🫶🏻

11 messages from Jisung 🐿️

37 messages from Sunshine ☀️

24 messages from Menace 🙃🙂

13 messages from Innie 🦊

“Oh my gosh,” you gasp. The longer you stare, the more messages flood your lock screen.

“It’s alright, don’t panic. Just give Chan a call, I’m sure they’ll understand.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind, trying to provide you comfort. “Or they’ll come around eventually, anyway,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re quick to find Chan’s contact, and you immediately press the ‘call’ button. You put it on speaker phone, not wanting to be alone in this conversation. “You don’t have to say anything; I just feel more comfortable this way,” you explain, not wanting to unnecessarily drag Yunho into this conversation.

“Y/n! We’ve been calling you all night and looking for you everywhere! Where the heck are you? We’re coming to get you right now,” you hear Chan fidgeting with keys before he yells to Hyunjin, telling him to come to the car.

You sigh before relenting and apologizing for being so irresponsible. “I’m so sorry I worried you guys like that, just another thing I’ve messed up.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about, but we’ll talk about it more when you’re home safe. Now, where are you?” You hear the desperation in his tone. He just wants to know you’re safe.

You realize the slight predicament you’ve come to, and glance up at Yunho, but he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

“I’m, uh, at Yunho’s?” It comes out as more of a question, and you hear a squeal from the other side of the phone.

“What the heck are you doing with Yunho?” Hyunjin screeches, seemingly grabbing the phone from Chan’s grasp.

“That’s enough, Hyunjin. We’ll be right there.” He promptly hangs up, leaving you to anxiously await their arrival.

“Why Hyunjin now? Why not literally anyone else?” Yunho slightly panics, pacing around the kitchen in circles.

“What’s wrong between you and Hyunjin?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new information.

“We don’t really have any bad blood, per sé, or at least I don’t think we do. He’s always giving me dirty looks and I don’t really know why.”

While you wait for Chan and Hyunjin to arrive, you explain to him not to worry about Hyunjin.

You and Hyunjin have always been the closest out of all the members since the very beginning, and he quickly became extremely protective of you. You told him about some of your past traumas, and he made it his personal mission in life to never let anything bad happen to you again. This apparently entails him giving every male you’ve ever interacted with dirty looks.

Speaking about this makes you feel even guiltier knowing Hyunjin has probably been out of his mind since last night, hence why Chan wanted him to go with.

You hear a pounding on the door that breaks up your story time, and you rush over to open it, leaving Yunho hiding in the kitchen.

Chan bursts through the door, with a fiery looking Hyunjin right behind him.

Chan gathers you in his arms, holding you so tight you think all your ribs might crack. You wrap your arms around him, too, holding him with all your might.

When Hyunjin storms in, all he sees is red. “Where is he, huh?” He goes straight for the kitchen, and you tense in Chan’s arms.

“Hyunjin, he did nothing wrong. I came to him last night. Please just, take a deep breath.” You know it’s wrong to try to console him, after all, you’re the reason he’s like this in the first place.

“Why weren’t you answering our calls or messages? Did he take your phone? Did he have you trapped somewhere?” He rants, his hands clenching in tight fists.

You unintentionally gasp, thinking about how horrible this must sound to Yunho knowing he could hear every word. “Hyunjin!” You yelp, “nothing bad happened to me here! My phone was dead, and I was a crying mess all night and didn’t even look to charge it.” You exasperate, pulling away from Chan to go comfort him.

He meets you halfway, meeting you just in front of the coffee table in the living room. He puts his hands on your shoulders, closely inspecting every inch of your skin. You grab his hands and wrap them around yourself in a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It was really dumb of me. I just needed somewhere to clear my head, and Yunho was the first person I thought of.” You rest your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of the way he was soothingly rubbing your back.

“Why’d you come all the way here? The guys and I were right with you in the practice room; you know we’ll listen to you any day.” He pulls away slightly, enough to bring one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.

“Because I was scared you guys were upset with me.” You mumble, shying away from his gaze.

“What on earth made you think that? We were so worried about you all day yesterday, wondering why you weren’t acting yourself. And then when you ran off, we had no idea where to look. Had no idea what was wrong.” Chan joined the hug, pressing his face warmly into the back of your hoodie.

“I thought because I was messing up so much yesterday, you all hated me. I saw the looks everyone was giving me. You’re trying to tell me they weren’t looks of annoyance?” You question. Pulling away from them both so you could better have the conversation.

“They weren’t looks of annoyance, well, maybe Seungmin’s was, but you know how he is. They were looks of concern, we couldn’t figure out what was going through that pretty head of yours. We were not upset with you. We’re all aware everyone has bad days, you were bound to have one eventually.” Chan explains, feeling sorry that you’ve had these awful thoughts since last night.

“I’m really sorry I worried you guys. Next time I’ll talk to you before I rush to conclusions.” You give them a shy smile before, once again, you’re pulled into a hug and squished between the 2 of them.

“It’s ok, we forgive you. Now, let’s get you home before the rest of the guys drive over here themselves.” Chan grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the door, but Hyunjin stops you guys.

“I still wanna know why, of all places, you came and spent the night at Yunho’s,” he raises an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. You hear a cough from the kitchen, and you call Yunho out to the living room to officially introduce him as your boyfriend.

“I’ll tell you two, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.” You wait for them to give you a nod, squinting your eyes at Hyunjin until he gives in with a huff. “Yunho and I are dating.”

Yunho finally reveals himself from the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his arm. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, not entirely sure how they’re going to take it.

Their eyes get really big, surely not expecting that kind of news. “Why’d you never tell us?” Chan pouts, looking between the two of you. Hyunjin stays silent.

“Because I wasn’t sure how you guys would take it. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” Chan nods his head in understanding before stating that it’s time for you guys to head home.

You give Yunho a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek before you follow Chan out the front door.

You don’t miss, however, the way Hyunjin stays behind for a moment.

“Don’t hurt my best friend.” He says with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Yunho another once over before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.

[lucyandalexiafan]

I’m scared | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 1

Summary: after yet another attempt to pretend to want to have sex with Alexia, the blonde tries to understand why you don't tell her that you don't want to have sex with her and why you are so scared every time she touches you.

Warnings: angst. This work is talking about past sexual abuses (not in a detailed way, but to explain why reader doesn’t want to have sex with ale), so if it’s trigger don’t read, please. Fluff in the end (?).

Words: 3k

I tried to write with “you” to refer to reader, i don’t know if I did it in the right way but I wanted to try to write in this way; as usually, if something is wrong, say it and I’ll correct.

I’m really emotive involved in this work, so pls be kind and respectful 🫶🏻

This is part one of this ask: ask

You and Alexia are walking.

The weather is perfect: clear sky, the sun that warms despite the winter cold.

The dirt road without potholes.

There is no one but you two.

The pace of the walk is slow.

Calm.

There's no hurry.

Barcelona is on your right, veiled in the January fog.

You're walking her favorite trail, but Alexia hasn't explained to you why she asked you to take this walk on a Sunday after lunch.

The blonde had asked you if you would like to go with her to a Barça under 11 girls' match where she was supposed to be present, and then eat at the sports center; at the end of it all, while you were in the car, she asked you to take that walk.

You nodded, smiling, even though an unfamiliar feeling was invading your body.

She had been weird since this morning.

Cold.

Thoughtful.

You bite your lip while you kick some pebbles.

You tried to make conversation a couple of times and she always ended any dialogue in its tracks.

She has her hands stuffed into the pockets of her blue jacket.

Her hair loose.

Her forehead is decorated, every now and then, with wrinkles.

Her lips closed in a line.

She looks older today.

More tired.

Today there is no trace of the woman who looks five years younger.

Is it your fault?

Did you do something?

She runs a hand through her hair and tucks a tuft behind her ear.

Her posture is rigid.

She smiled less today.

She sought less contact than usual.

She is weird.

She swallows her saliva in an attempt to ward off that anxiety.

You are also relatively distant on a physical level.

She opens her mouth a couple of times to speak.

And, when she doesn't say anything, she pretends it's to sigh.

Should you ask her?

Speak?

But she cut off every attempt to do it before.

Maybe she's sad, or something happened and she just wants to stay quiet. After all, many times you have been quiet, at her house or while walking around Barcelona, and she says that she likes it.

That she feels comfortable with you in silence.

But she looks so uncomfortable today.

She takes a deep breath.

“I have to ask you something,” she announces.

You look at her.

She is serious.

No smile.

Her lips are a flat line.

She doesn't turn to look for you, her eyes fixed on the road.

You invite her to continue.

You scratch your forearm nervously.

What's taking her so long?

What should she ask?

What did she do?

What have you done?

“But I would like you to be honest”

You nod.

What happened?

Why all this preamble?

Usually, it's you who does it, who makes a thousand assumptions.

“Why do you pretend to want to have sex when you don't want to have it?”

You stop, frozen.

The hand that was scratching the forearm is still, the nails still in contact with the skin.

She closes her eyes.

Her voice is neutral.

But is she mad?

Disappointed?

She turns to look at you.

Your head is bowed, your position is arched, your shoulders forward.

She stands straight, rigid.

"You did it last night too - she sighs - Last night too you tried to pretend and I think it's the fifth or sixth time in the last month"

You swallow the saliva.

“I want to understand why you don't tell me that you don't want to have sex - she stops for a moment - It's not a problem if you don't want to, but you have to tell me, do you understand me?”

You nod uncertainly.

How did she understand it?

What can you tell her?

From her voice, she sounds more worried than mad.

She closes her eyes.

It's true what she said.

During the last month, you have pretended to want to have sex several times.

Then, each time, she interrupted the attempt.

She laid next to you.

She kissed you.

She rested her arm on your hip or belly.

And she closed her eyes.

You clench your jaw.

"I…"

“Look at me, please”

Is it urgency?

It doesn't sound like a reproach, an order.

But more of a request.

You would like to deny it, to say that it's not true.

Say that she's lying.

But what's the point of it?

She understood it.

She understood that there is something.

And if she's talking about it, for how long had she thought about it?

Does it make sense to deny it?

Lie?

Telling lies to cover up something so obvious?

“I… I… - you sigh - I'm scared”

You whisper.

Your voice weak, maybe overwhelmed by the breeze.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation, shame.

"About what? What are you afraid of?"

Did she really not understand or does she want you to say it?

She always understands everything about you.

It's like you're predictable with her, it doesn't matter if you've been dating for more or less four months, camps and games aside, she always understands.

Does she have any ideas?

Maybe she hopes this isn't what it is.

Maybe she wants an excuse to dump you.

“That you… that you do it even if I don't want to”

She asks you what it means.

What does she think of you now?

What does she think of this unhealthy fear?

You point your gaze at the panorama.

You stare at a flock of birds.

They move haphazardly, as your thoughts.

“I almost got raped by my ex-boyfriend - you close your eyes - He gaslighted me… he said it was my fault if we didn't have sex, that if I hadn't had it I would never have felt ready, that I was ungrateful because he also thought to my pleasure"

You sigh.

You put your hand on your eyes.

You wrinkle them.

You are trembling.

What will she think of you now?

What will she think of you after she finds out?

“One night I had to sleep at his house and… he tried to penetrate me several times - a sob escape from your lips - He said that I had to stay still, that nothing would happen”

You never talk about it.

Never.

To nobody.

Three or four people know.

You are so ashamed of yourself.

You know that it was not your fault, that you don't have to feel that guilt, but you can't do other than feel it.

It happened years ago but it is as fresh in your mind.

“He also did it two nights later, when I was forced to stay at his house because I was quite ill and unable to come back home with my bike”

All you need is one wrong touch and you remember him.

You remember that moment.

That scene.

You relive it endlessly.

Relive that fear.

That terror.

That rejection.

That trying not to think of the worst.

That cry when, months later, you understood that what had happened wasn't normal.

“I… I risked losing my virginity through rape”

A whisper.

A faint, insecure phrase interrupted by panting.

The trembling voice.

“He did so much gaslighting that he ended up dumping me because we weren't having sex and telling me it was my fault – you swallow your saliva – But before dumping me he tried several times to do it, to penetrate me”

You sigh a couple of times.

She is silent.

You don't dare look at her.

You don't want to see the look on her face.

You bite your lip.

“I... I know you won't do it, really - you sigh - But subconsciously I'm afraid that you'll break up with me if we don't do it and I try to convince myself that it's what I want”

You mess up your hair.

You pull the sleeves of your shirt up and down several times, nervously.

“I'm afraid you'll get bored of me if we don't do this or that-”

You close your eyes.

Will she hate you if you say it?

What will she think?

Will she scream?

Will she hit you?

Will she insult you?

Or maybe she will go away.

She will return to the car with the idea of returning home without you and never seeing you again.

She doesn't speak.

Why doesn't she speak?

“Subconsciously I'm afraid that you... that you'll do it anyway - you sigh, your voice broken by the crying that threatens to start - that you'll fuck me anyway, so I try to convince myself that I want it. So... so if-if you do it maybe-maybe I'll live it better"

The tears that flow.

If she dumped you, you would understand.

On the one hand, you don't satisfy her.

You are full of trauma.

You can't even have sex when she wants.

On the other hand, you defined her as a possible rapist.

Cruel, that you think only of yourself.

“I know you wouldn't do it, really - you add urgently, the fear that she will interrupt you - But subconsciously I'm afraid of it”

You hug yourself.

As to protect yourself.

As if to ward off any sort of reaction.

"Why did not you tell me?"

Is it sadness?

Penalty?

Compassion?

You shake your head.

“What did I have to tell you? - the sarcastic tone - That I'm subconsciously afraid that you're a rapist because the first one I did something with almost raped me? That for everything I have one trauma that might annoy you?”

You clench your jaw.

You laugh sardonically.

“Romantic as a conversation to have after a few months of dating”

There is a pause.

You don't look at her.

Why doesn't she scream?

Why doesn't she hit you?

Why doesn't she react?

“Have I ever done anything when you were pretending?”

You shake your head nervously.

Quickly.

"No. Never - you giggle nervously - You always understood somehow”

“But we almost had sex that night. I touched you"

You nod. “I wanted it, that evening”

She sighs.

Her eyes stained with pity, with compassion.

"Why did not you tell me? - you don't answer - Little one, I would never get mad if you didn't want to have sex with me"

She's not sincere.

It is not true.

She's lying.

How can she not get mad?

“It's just that every time I want to have sex you seem to want it and I try, and then sometimes in you change... I feel you change - she shakes her head - I would never do anything to you that you don't want, little one, but you have to tell me”

Why can't you believe she's sincere?

You have too many problems.

Too much anxiety.

Too many traumas.

Why can't you trust her?

“I'm scared,” you whisper.

You're really afraid that the woman you're falling in love with will rape you.

That will abuse you.

To convince you that it's your fault.

That you wanted it.

Would you really be able to walk away, to escape, if she did that?

“It's true that you stopped those times, but if I told you in the meantime, how would you take it? - you shake your head, tears falling to the ground - I'm afraid that you will hurt me like everyone else has always done"

She doesn't say a word.

You sob.

You gasp.

“I know you wouldn't do it, really... but I'm afraid that you would hit me or yell at me or that I would disappoint you - you sniff - I don't want this relationship to end because I only have traumas and I only cause problems”

“Baby, I will never hurt you because you don't want to have sex, ever”

You shake your head.

The tears falling to the ground.

The chest is invaded by contractions.

“I know, really… but when we're there I have an irrational fear that you will - you wipe your eyes - I know it doesn't make sense, but it's as if that fear comes over me”

She doesn't come close.

She doesn't move.

She is still.

You look at her.

The wrinkles on the forehead are more noticeable.

The mouth is a thin line.

Did you disappoint her?

Is she exhausted by you?

“It's like those times I can't control myself”

The tears that run relentlessly down your cheeks.

You open and close your eyes several times waiting for them to go away, let them disappear.

Admitting it, it hurts.

It burns the chest and inflames the sense of guilt.

Saying it out loud is a stab.

“Have you told anyone about this? A psychologist”

You shake your head quickly.

“No, never… I… in the end, it's just how I saw it, you know?"

You feel so humiliated.

Stupid.

Pathetic.

“And then he hasn't completely done it, so it doesn't make sense that I feel so bad. In the end... in the end, it's nothing, it's me who exaggerates"

“Baby, he almost raped you - you lament at the word - Amor it's not a normal thing, it's not a small thing. Don't deny what he did or try to justify it."

You shake your head.

“I'm not saying it is, but that... it's not serious enough”

“Baby yesterday you got scared when I touched your hip while I was kissing you - you look at her suddenly - You reflexively moved exactly like at the beginning when you were scared I would hit you”

You close your eyes.

“And it's not the reflex you have when you get scared because you don't hear me entering in the kitchen while you're cooking, it was fear. I saw that light of fear in your eyes for a few moments"

“I… please, sorry”

The nausea that invades your body.

You feel so guilty.

So wrong.

So stupid.

Why can't you enjoy something?

Did she feel guilty because of you?

Did you make her suffer?

Did you hurt her?

“Baby, don't apologize, please - she sighs, as she tries to get closer - It's not your fault”

Take a step back.

“But it is! - you almost scream - I'm the one who can't have sex with you, you're not him!”

Your chest rises and falls quickly.

You gasp.

You're out of breath.

You hate screaming.

To lose control.

But you don't like talking about the topic and you're afraid that she will use your words to leave, to look for someone better than you.

“Little one, this is a trauma independent of the person in front of you”

There is silence.

You do not answer.

What should you say?

You are standing still, a few steps away.

“I… I understand if you want to leave me - you hesitate - If… if I'm too full of problems, if you want someone easier…”

You leave the sentence halfway.

You hope she completes it.

But she doesn't.

She doesn't say anything.

She doesn't say a word.

“Amor, it's not a problem if you don't feel like having sex with me, either when you're scared or normally, really - you look at her - But you have to tell me because only then can I understand and not hurt you”

The tears that continue to flow from your eyes.

“Baby, I don't want to break up with you, least of all for this reason. I just want to understand."

She moves closer to you.

You lower your head, shrug your shoulders.

Does she want to hit you?

Does she want to hurt you?

The truth is, you wouldn't stop her.

You wouldn't stop her from hitting you.

After all, why shouldn't she?

“Seriously baby, I don't want to break up with you or hurt you… I just wanted to understand - she sighs - So we can act consequently, so I can help you”

How long did she think about it?

How much time did you steal from her?

You drag your hands down your pants.

Why is she so nice to you?

Why is she so normal?

So emotive available?

She hugs you.

You rest your head on her shoulder, you close your eyes.

You breathe her scent.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry” you say it over and over again.

Her hand runs down your back in a steady motion.

Relaxing.

Consolatory.

“I'm sorry,” you sob.

“Why don't we do something? - she asks you when she moves away from your body - Next time you will take the initiative - "

“No, no please no” you whisper interrupting her, looking at her scared.

Eyes more open than usual.

The vision blurred with tears.

“Baby, I don't want to force you, I want you to understand that I don't want to hurt you, that I can wait”

“But I know!” You interrupt her urgently.

With fear.

“Baby I want it to come from you, I want you to understand that we don't have to have sex every time we see each other. It's normal not to want it if you don't feel ready for it, if we do other things than sex"

You look down.

“It's really normal baby - she pauses - It's normal not to want to have sex when you don't feel like it”

“But… but what if you and I… what if after doing it I don't want to do it for a while, I don't feel ready for it?”

“Baby it's normal, it happens to everyone - she stops, places her hand under your chin, applying pressure to be looked at - Even more so in this situation”

Is she sincere?

Do you seriously think so?

“I'm just afraid that you won't want me anymore”

“Baby, I'm in love with you for the person you are, not for the sex”

You look at her.

Her eyes are wide.

Is she in love with you?

She smiles embarrassed.

Shy.

She is - is she really...

In love.

You smile through your tears.

You look at her in disbelief.

Did she really say that?

She has that sly smile on her face, that smile that she made you fall in love with.

She won't hurt you.

At least her, her won't hurt you.

[peoniesnro]

In Another Universe

#9. Make It Right

Synopsis – When you are just another iteration of Park Jimin’s girlfriend in a different universe.

Park Jimin × Reader

Genre – parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity

Warnings- Language/SMUT- Making out/ Dirty talks/ Brief breast play/ Protected sex/ Unportected sex/ Cockwarming/ Riding/ Car sex/ Word 'slut' (I don't know if I've missed any)/ Angst / INFIDELITY

Word count- 15k

a/n- Another very late update... I'm so happy I was able to finish this. Hope you'll find this exciting. And like always thank you for reading and then for your patience. Luv u.❤️

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You stare into the faces that stare back at you. Innocent. Curious. Afraid. Blinking at your stupid figure just standing there. When Jungkook called you an alien, it didn’t feel like it. Now though, you do feel like an alien with ten tentacles, five antennas, and two heads. That’s how they stare at you. That’s how you exactly look in your cozy pajama shorts and an oversized tee. Your feet are only covered by knee-high woolen socks. No shoes. No jackets. Shivering. But above all, scared and confused like an abandoned puppy in the middle of Seoul.

In hindsight, you have no idea what the hell is happening. Just like the first day you woke up next to Park Jimin. Only that you didn’t wake up on a cozy bed this morning. And instead of a godly looking shirtless man, you faced at least 30 young people. Staring you down. In fact, a couple of harsh nudges on your ribcage were what woke you up. Probably a five minutes ago. When you opened your eyes, you experienced the same level of feral panic. Like the day you saw Park Jimin for the first time. You screamed. They screamed too. You got up to your feet in light speed. They stepped away from you in light speed. Then you stared, stared, and stared. Still, staring. At the bunch of kids in front of you. With their mouth hanging open. One look at your surroundings is enough to tell you that you’re definitely standing in a classroom.

Holy fucking……

You take an uncertain, scared step back. You’re standing in a classroom. You woke up in a classroom!

How?

Where are you?

Are you in your world? Jimin’s?

Your panicked brain doesn’t get enough time to wonder over what’s happening when hurried footsteps reach you. Followed by several voices. Belonging to adults. Not to kids who have to crane their neck upward to look at you.

“Who are you?” An innocent, adorable voice asks that question at the same time some strange man barges inside. Then another one enters the room. Then another. You assume they are teachers. You can hear some whispering going around. Soon turn out to be mumbling and a noisy babble. Funny questions and assumptions start to flow as you look at the newcomer with wide eyes. You swear you hear someone say something about you being a witch from a movie you’ve never heard of.

“Stay put. Don’t move.” One of the men stretches his hand into a defensive position. Taking a cautious step forward. You listen. Not daring to even move a finger. Catch several women enter the room as well. They are here for the kids. Evacuating. Practically dragging kids out. You just watch. Raise your hands in the air to let them know you surrender. Cause no harm to anyone. They don’t believe you, however. It seems. That’s how you find yourself dragged out by two men in blue uniforms no more than three minutes later.

It happened all so fast. One moment you were trying to explain that you’re not a threat to anyone. That you’ve no idea how you ended up here. The people you assumed to be teachers didn’t really listen to you. Only parting their ways for the police officers. Then you’re dragged away.

What the actual fuck?

In your confused state, you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. Just letting them take you away. Looking at the eyes staring at you in shock.

……………………………………………….

You spent the whole day being restless and antsy in your apartment yesterday. With Key by your side. She was restless too. For a whole different reason. You were worried to death because you didn’t know if your wish had really worked. Because you didn’t know if you would see Park Jimin again. He asked you to stay after all. No scratch that ─ he begged you to stay. And you’re weak. He wanted a chance to make it right. You don’t know how. Hell, you don’t even know what you’re doing. It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was being able to see him once again. So, of course, you were afraid. Afraid that you might not wake up in his bed again. Then Key was afraid whatever you did, won’t work. You went to sleep late last night. After praying for every higher entity that you would be waking up in another world in the following morning. Ridiculous, considering you were asking for the complete opposite few months ago.

Then when you know your prayers had been answered, shouldn't you be the happiest in every damn universe? Well, you are. Or you were. For a split second when you noticed a license plate. Just like how you knew something was wrong that day inside Park Jimin’s car. But that happiness was very short lived. It popped out like a bubble. You were forced inside a police car for the first time of your life. While you were in your pajama shorts, for fucks sake. And now you’re sitting in a very uncomfortable plastic chair in front of a messy desk. A middle-aged bald man glaring at you like you’re Rafael Caro. Or any other dangerous criminal that exists in this world. You sigh heavily.

“Listen officer, you have to trust me when I say I’ve no idea how I ended up there.” You reason. Leaning forward over the messy table. He scoffs.

“Yeah? So what? Someone drugged you and took you inside a middle-school?” Questions. Entwines his fingers. “You listen to me, filth, you could very well be a sick headed psychopath that we need to lock up immediately─” You try to protest but he holds his hand up stopping you. “─then you refuse to tell us your identity. What’s that make of you?” Points out. Well, you don’t exist in this world. You made the mistake of giving your real identity which they couldn’t find. Then you had the option of using the name Kim Liya. The thing is you’re simply worried what problems it’ll cause later. So, you stay put. Keep it shut. And by the look of it, it’s not going in your favor. You are angering this man before you. You by no means know how these things work. Will they put you behind bars just like that? Only if you can call someone and let them know. Ask for help.

The thing is, yet again, you don’t have a method of communication. Your phone, the one that works in this world, is not in your possession. It wasn’t there when you woke up yesterday. You must’ve fallen asleep after tiring yourself to sleep with Jimin. You can’t remember how that night ended. Only that Jimin asked you to stay, and you agreed. Told him your stupid theory of making a wish. Of course, he became difficult. Because he is Park Jimin. You had to talked it over until your eyes were droopy. So, he just laid back in the couch. Dragged you with him. You didn’t protest. Last thing you remember is him asking you to try the only way you know. And maybe him begging you not to leave once again. You obviously didn’t remember to take your phone with you. Now, you don’t have it.

The sigh police officer lets out brings you to the present. “Well, at this rate this is not a simple breaking in, you’re intentionally hiding your identity, you’ve no documentation you could provide us. In that case, I’m sorry, lady, I would have to follow the regulations.” He more of mumbles to himself. Your eyes go wide. What regulations? What is he going to do? Oh no, no, no. This can’t be happening. You really don’t want to experience a single second inside a holding cell. You’re not a criminal.

“No, no wait! Wait.” You nearly stand up as you practically yell. Making the officer throw you a disapproving glance. “I can prove my identity. But, uh... can I call someone?” You look at the man uncertainly. Worried that he would say no.

“Call who? Your lawyer?” He questions after a minute of silence.

“No. But someone who can vouch for my identity. And vouch that I am no criminal, and all of this is a huge mistake. C’mon, I know you can’t deny my rights. I’m allowed to call someone.” You regret saying the last part the moment it leaves your mouth. It’s not like you’re trying to make this person more pissed at you. But then even though his face turns stony, you’ve said the truth. After another sigh he points you the phone. Tells you something about it being recorded. And something about a time limit. You just nod. Jumping at the chance and already dialing Jimin. See, each and every experience in this world has prepared you for the unexpected. The day you bleed through your vagina and had to ask Jimin’s neighbor for a call. You made sure to memorize Park Jimin’s number like it’s your own name. Everything, in the end, comes in handy.

You keep the receiver presses into your ear. Heart pounding as you worry that he wouldn’t pickup. Then after the fifth ring he does. His groggy voice reaching you. Probably still sleeping.

“Hello?” Asks slowly. You feel a rush of relief wash over you.

“Jimin.” You say eagerly.

“Lil?”  Suddenly, there’s not a trace of sleepiness in his voice. If anything, you can hear the alarmed quivering.

“Yeah.” You glance at the police officer. Don’t know if he’s being kind or not.

“Wait? Where are you? How?” There are sounds of rustling following his sound. There’s no time to explain things over the phone.

“I’ll explain. But can you come?” You ask calmly as you can. Not wanting to panic him as well. Which turns out be a complete waste of effort once you say where you are.

The last thing he says sounds like a ‘hold on baby, be right there’. You couldn’t tell since he has already hung up.

………………………………

“Are you fucking kidding me? You just dragged her here? And what? You assholes couldn’t even give her a fucking jacket?” Jimin bangs the desk with his palm. You flinch. Oh, this is not a very polite behavior. Especially since you’re in the wrong. Not that you intended to trespass, but the police did their job. Just that. They haven’t even pressed charges against you. You were the one who couldn’t prove your identity. And Jimin here is causing unnecessary trouble. Why would he be so mad? Apparently, it’s because they’ve not given you a jacket. Isn’t that silly?

“No Sir, but I need you to calm down.” The same police officer who stared you down for the past thirty minutes, called you ‘filth’ and a ‘psychopath’ shows his palms. Trying to calm Jimin down. The bugger is bowing down to you now, all because he thinks you’re the CEO of The SE. You’re playing Liya it seems. Yet again. That’s your identity. He is bowing to Jimin deeply because there’s money involved here now. Power. Well, simply how the world works. Or all the worlds in that case. Officer had already apologized to you for causing trouble. And he didn’t even care how or what you were doing at a middle school anymore. The problem is resolved now. It should be if it isn’t for Jimin throwing tantrums here.

This scene is getting attention and you’re becoming embarrassed. You tug at his jacket. “That’s fine Jimin.” Mutter under your breath. He gives you a look. Scowling deeply.

“That’s not fine.” He shoots a glare at the officer. Then looks at you again. Eyes cast down to where you’re still sitting. Slightly shivering. He sighs in resignation. Gaze softening as he takes his jacket off. Wraps it around you. Ignores the little sounds of protest you let out. Crouches down in front of you, taking your hands in his. Squeezes. “You okay Lil?” Wonders. Voice so soft. You nod. Not that you’re completely okay, but ever since your first day, you learnt to expect the unexpected.

“Can we leave please?” You mumble that out. Watching Jimin’s eyes reflecting something you can’t quite decipher. He smiles softly. A crooked one. Then gives you a few nods in agreement.

“Yeah, c’mon.” Takes your hand in his. You stand up. Finally, feeling relaxed.

You bow to the officer and mutter an apology at the same time Jimin shoots another glare at him. You can hear the officer apologizing once again as you leave.

……………………………………………….

“What happened? How? Did you wake up early and left? How did you end up at a darn school?” There are so many questions spilling out through Jimin’s plump lips. While you’re now comfortably sitting inside his car. Warm, thanks to the heater and his puffy jacket. You look at Jimin’s wide eyes.

“No. I mean, do you think I’m crazy to leave like this? That’s a stupid guess.” You gesture at yourself. Jimin follows your movements. Eyes darting from your head to toe. That familiar amused smile paints his lips.

“Exactly! Why are you? Gosh, Lil, you were like what, wearing clothes that covered every inch of your skin while you were waking up with me, and today out of all the fucking days you decided wear that? And why are you wearing those socks?” He looks away from you as a chuckle rumbles his chest. You gasp.

“Okay first, Mr. Park, I won’t sit my pretty ass here and listen to you criticize my clothing choices─”

“Who said you have a pretty ass?” Jimin interrupts your venting. You feel your face heat up. A moment of insecurity gets to you before you see his coy smile.

“Yeah? I don’t? If I can recall correctly, last time you saw it you couldn’t keep your hands away and─” You nearly smack his head when he opens his mouth again. You point a finger at him. Not letting him interrupt you again.  “─listen to me. This is not about my ass anyway─”

“You have a pretty ass.” Just like that you’re interrupted again. This time though you’re really blushing hard. Oh, fucking Park Jimin. “I mean it.” He says as you look away through the window. Can hear the amused tilt in his voice. Can’t even understand if he’s teasing you or being truthful. Decide you need to let the subject slip.

“Thanks! But it doesn’t make me forgive you for saying my socks are ugly.” You throw a brief glance at his grinning face.

“Never said they are ugly.”

“You don’t have to use the exact words all the time. And I didn’t wear this knowing I would wake up in a fucking school.” You successfully turn the conversation.

“Yeah, about that. How did that happen?” Grin that’s adorning Jimin’s face disappeared. Replacing his expression with a serious scowl. You shrug simply. Sigh. Throw your head back against the headrest. What a parallel this is. Just like that day where you sat in this same car. With Jimin. Feeling frustrated as you do now. Confused. Not understanding a single thing. Only now it’s morning and you’re not trying to rip your throats off by shouting at each other. It’s not been long but how far you’ve come.

“I have no idea. All I know is I was sleeping on my bed and then instead of waking up next to you─ like I always did─ I woke up on a cold floor and…” A sigh again. Turn your head lazily to catch him already staring at you. “I don’t know Jimin. It probably didn’t work you know. The wish thing and maybe….” You don’t know what you should say. There are no answers again. You don’t think you had them at all. So, you simply downcast your gaze. Looking at your bare thighs, peeking through Jimin’s large jacket. It’s Jimin’s time to sigh. But instead of just giving up like you, he simply gains your attention by placing his hand on your thigh. Over his jacket. You snap your head toward him.

“Hey...” He mutters softly. Leans forward a bit. “It doesn’t matter. You’re safe, that’s enough. It worked or not I’m glad you’re here. Like you promised and as long as this doesn’t happen again, I’m fine.” Squeezes your thigh. “Okay?” Asks. Well, he is right. So, you say what he wants to hear. And when he is just about to take his hand back, decide to shoot a sudden question. Just pops in your head.

“Why aren’t you at work? You normally leave early?” Your curiosity is piqued by his attire. Is in those darn sweats. You like them on him. Then you like him in his suits. Like him on his boxers. In a towel and naked. He looks good on anything. Or nothing at all.

“Ah, yesterday was a rough night.” He shrugs. Brushing you off. You, however, are feeling suspicious. Mischievous. A rough night? Why?

“Wait! Were you worried I wouldn’t come? So worried that you couldn’t even sleep?” You gasp. Tilting your head back to look at him better. Jimin just looks at you. Opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. Are fully intended to use this chance. There’s a coy smile on your lips. No, a wicked one. “Seriously? You were that worried?”  You’re just about to tease him over and over again when he would deny it. Only for your chance to be robbed of you.

“Yes.” He mumbles. Leaves you stunned. Just one word. With his silky voice. You gape at him. Close your mouth which you opened to tease him. Slowly. Not knowing what’s the correct reaction. 

Oh!

Jimin chuckles. “Oh, c’mon, don’t act so surprised Lil. You know I was worried, I asked you to stay. No, I fucking begged you to stay─” Jimin squeezes your thigh again. Bore into your eyes. You do the same. Getting lost in those brown orbs. Enchanting. “─ so, of course, I was worried. I asked you to stay because I want you here.” Lifts his hand just to put it back where his jacket isn’t covering your thigh. Making you inhale a sharp breath. His hand is cold. Electrocutes your skin. Tingles. Goosebumps rising. You can’t look away. Spell bounded.

“Why?” You manage.

“What why?”

“Why you want me here?”

“I─ I don’t know─” Stars rubbing your thigh. Inkling upward. “I really don’t know Lil. Just want you here.” You don’t know when, but he has leaned forward some more. Is waiting for you to accept his answer. You gulp, suddenly feeling your mouth dry.

“You said you want to make it right for me?” You don’t accept his answer. Won’t simply give him the satisfaction of losing your senses over one touch of his. Even though that’s what is happening.

“I did.” He admits again. Jimin is more annoying when he admits it instead of fighting with you.

“You should do it then. Just because you made me cum twice, we’re not good Park.” You’re the one leaning forward now. Like Jimin is a magnet. Magnifying you. It’s head spinning how his fingers draws invisible lines on your inner thigh now. Jimin’s breath brushes your lips when he laughs. His laugh is soft. Stark contrast to how his eyes has turned dark.

“No. We’re not. I’m gonna make it to you, like I said.”

“How?” Your question earns a soft smile from Jimin. No answers though. Instead, he pecks your lips. Motions of his hand halts. His eyes drop to your thigh. Then back to your face. Doesn’t ask any questions. But in some fucked up way you know what he is asking. Your heart is already beating in your throat. Without your knowledge you’ve spread your legs. Jimin is waiting patiently. Well, what’s stopping you. “Please.” You mumble.

That’s all he needs. Lips attacks yours in a bruising kiss. Tongue roughly passing your lips inside your mouth. Hand cups your pussy over your shorts. Rubs. Eliciting those shameless moans which he swallows. Pulls away.

“Tell me this pretty cunt is already leaking for me.” Inches his face to your jaw. Voice dangerously law. You don’t think it’s possible for a voice to go that deep. He kisses your jaw. Then neck. Pulse point. Then is back to bore into your eyes. Asked a question after all. Well, of course you are. You started getting slick the moment he put his hands on you. How embarrassing.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Don’t flatter yourself Park.” You mutter against his lips. Are going to be coy. Hold your power while you can. It’s just a matter of time until he gets you shamelessly begging. You hold your breath in anticipation when Jimin’s eyes turn even darker. He says nothing. Doesn’t do as you asked either. Simply presses his middle finger into your slit. Over the thin material of your shorts. Index and the ring finger grabbing your pussy lips as a ‘V’. Squeezes. Hard that you mewl.

“Ji-Jimin… mph.”

“Don’t try to be coy baby, makes me want to break you.” He kisses the shell of your ear. Rubs that middle finger against your slit. Making your panty stick to your core. You turn your gaze to where he is touching you. Entire body burning up. Another mewl leaves your lips to see the outline of your pussy lips. Squeezed between his fingers. But then you’re not the only one. A groan escapes Jimin. You turn your head to catch how his eyes are glued to his actions as well. “Fuck baby...” Mutters. Retrieves his hand just to show it inside the waist band of your shorts. Slips his middle finger through your slit. “Ahhhh… fuck.” Kisses your jaw. “See, you’re leaking. Already. I have all the reason in this world to flatter myself.” Says as his finger pokes your entrance. Making your needy hole clench in anticipation. And he nearly plunges it inside. You nearly lets out the biggest moan you can make when a voice reaches you. Closely followed by a figure walking past your car. You jump a little in your seat. The sudden realization of where you are hits you.

How stupid of you to get carried out like this way. You’re at a parking lot of fucking police station for fucks sake. What were you thinking? You could’ve ended up in a cell for real this time. You look at Jimin with wide eyes. Hoping to find out he felt the sudden realization as well. Only to be disappointed when you see his eyes are still very dark. Licks his lips.

“Want me to stop?” Asks while his finger still teasingly circling at your entrance. Not fair. He shouldn’t ask such questions while tempting you to do otherwise. You buck your hips into his touch. Biting on your lower lip to contain your moan.

“Well, I mean, no. But─” You don’t get to complete whatever you wanted to say when his finger thrusts inside. Pumps right away. That moan you tried to stifle finally leaves you. Oh, it feels fucking good. Almost enough to make you forget your surroundings once again. And you nearly do when he adds a second finger. But you don’t. “Ji- Jimin… no... not─” You looks at him with pleading eyes. Feeling oh so fucked up to see his lips parted. Soft breathes leaving. As if he is the one receiving pleasure. You let your head throwing back at the pleasure he is creating.  Struggling to find words. “Not h-here. Ji-Jimin. Take me somewhere. Fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want that? You should ask nicely.” He doesn’t stop torturing your cunt.

“Please.” See now, after the few times with Jimin, you’re certain that he loves it when you plead. He would do whatever to put you in that position. Shamelessly, you don’t mind that at all. You’ll beg, beg and beg till your throat sore if it means Park Jimin fucking your cunt relentlessly like this. With his fingers. With his tongue. With his cock. It feels too fucking good to care.

“Say it again baby? You want me to do what?”

So, you do.

“Want you to fuck me so hard Jimin please. Take me somewhere.” You make that plead with the best needy voice you can perform. Fortunately, it works. Jimin’s fingers leaves your cunt. Even though it makes you empty and desperate you’re happy he listens. You really want him to fuck you. And you don’t want to do that here. Jimin starts the car. Yet doesn’t pull away. Gives you a look.

“Keep touching yourself baby. Keep that tiny hole stretched out for me.” Smirks.

Holy fuck!

“Wh-what?”

“Did I stutter?”

Fuck you love this.

…………………………………………………

When you asked Jimin to take you somewhere, you expected him to take you into a hotel room. Motel room. A private space, like a secret apartment. His workplace. Anywhere else but an empty alleyway in middle of nowhere. You slip your fingers out of your cunt. Face burning. Sweating. Needy and desperate like a bitch in heat. Well, of course you’re needy after he made you edge yourself for an entire fifteen minutes’ drive.  In his defense, you know he didn’t intend it to take that long. But he was searching for an empty place like this. Where there is no one in sight. Still, it was pure torture. He made you shift between rubbing your pearl of nerves and pumping your own fingers inside your cunt repeatedly. Making you bring yourself to the edge. Only for him to demand ‘stop’. And like the good girl you are, you complied.

You let out a shaky breath. Taking a good look at Jimin. The moment your fingers leave your cunt he replaces them. “Let me see baby.” Graces over your sensitive clit and pumps his finger inside easily.

“That’s a good girl. You made a really good mess. See...” He rubs your arousal over your swollen pussy lips. Making you whimper. Taps on your clit. You’re crumbling. See, you knew exactly this is what going to happen. Rational thoughts are leaving your brain. “Dripping.” Jimin places a soft kiss into your cheek. “All for me right Lil. You edged yourself like a good slut for me, right? So, I can fuck you so good? Make you cum on my cock again and again?” Whispers filth in your ear. All the while his fingers rub your slit. From your clit your hole. Back from your hole to your clit. Repeatedly. The sensation paired with his sinful words make you float. You’re needly bucking your hips into his hand. Pressing your soppy cunt more into his fingers. Wanting more.

“Yes, Jimin. Please…” You clench around nothing.

“Does my pretty slut want my cock so bad?” He gives you another kiss. You turn your head so he can place those kisses on your lips. Oh, how you wish he would be so desperate like the last time.  Where he can’t control himself long enough to torment you like this. This is pure torture. But the good thing is you’re loving it. Love the way he plays.

“Yes, I want you s- so bad J-Jimin. Please… I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me hm?” You catch his lips in between yours. Feel like you’re in a haze. “Please.” Plead between your kisses. Do it again. Then again. “Please Jiminie. Baby please.” Whine. And you don’t know what did the trick. The beg or the nickname. You’re mortified honestly. Never planned to call him baby. But it’s already out and probably made Jimin curse aloud.

“Fuck. Fucking hell.” His hand stops. Levas your short. “On the back baby, c’mon.” Is already opening the door. Stops just to open the center console and fish out a foil packet. Then almost exits the car. Turns around to find you still unmoved. “Lil?” Questions. Well, you haven’t done this before. And it certainly seems like he has. You’re a bit nervous. But that doesn't mean you’re not up to trying. There were and are so many first times for you in this world. See, maybe you like this life a little too much now. You shake your head simply. Opening the door hurriedly to make it to the back seat.

You’ll not ask him the reason to keep condoms in his car. You don’t know if Jimin fucks other girls behind his girlfriend’s back. Like Taehyung. Or if he keeps them to use with Liya. You don’t want to think about that now. Are too horny to back down. The lines between you and Jimin are so blurry. You haven’t talked about anything. About what you’re doing. About his plans. No. You have no idea about anything. There’s no tag for this whatever-ship you two are in. It’s still the beginning. You’ll probably end up wounded up so bad in the end. But still, that’s a problem for later time. For now, all you can concentrate on is how good Jimin’s hand feels on you when he hurriedly drags your shorts down your thighs. Alongside your cotton panties. All you can do is to lean into his touch when he rubs your thighs. Motioning you to straddle him. So, you do. Raise your hips slightly so he can pull his own pants down. Then boxers. Freeing that hard-mouthwatering cock out. Earning soft whimpers from you.

“Hold on baby. I’m giving it you.” Jimin chuckles at your soft whimper. Rolling the condom down on his length.

“Hurry please.” You moan impatiently. Finally, feeling relieved when he holds his stiff cock upright for you.

“Okay, fuck, go on Lil. Take me in.”

You do as you’ve been asked. Adjust your body so your soppy hole is aligned with his pink tip. Roll your hips just once. Then you sink down. Feeling his cock stretching your entrance. Burning up your inside pleasurably. Your walls quavering to accommodate his hard cock. The moan you let out is due the pure relief. Gosh, it feels otherworldly. And to know that he feels the same. You’re positive you’d die. You and Jimin both moan in content when you finally take every inch of him. Safely buried inside your warm walls. He brings you close. Kisses you hard. Then just as you’re about to grind your hips, he pulls away. Stills you with his hands on your hips. Gives you a look which you can’t quite understand.

“What?” You mumble. Confused.

“Want me to keep playing?” His voice really makes your body vibrates. A shiver running through your spine. And at the haze of the moment, you make the mistake of choosing the wrong answer. It’s a very weak yet pathetic ‘yes’ does it for you.

“Fuck yeah? You want me to, don’t you baby? Want me to keep playing with your cute cunt?” Jimin sucks on your neck. Voice dangerous. Sinister. Teasing.

“Ye-yes mph yes. Fuck Jimin, yes.” You repeat what you said earlier. This time with more desperation. He groans. Then looks at you with those blown out eyes. Hooded.

“Let’s play then baby. Don’t move, okay? Don’t move until I say so.” Gives you a quick kiss. That means to be an act of comfort, but your brain starts to ring alarms immediately. You look at him with wide panicked eyes.

“Wh- what? What do you─”

“You heard me Lil. Just stay there, keep me warm. Keep dripping on to me like a good slut.” Jimin explains to you so casually. Stark contrast to how he looks right now. Tugs from your T-shirt to get you free from it. Does the same to your bra. You let him do that yet start complaining right away.

“No. No Jimin fuck. I can’t, you know I ca-can’t. Don’t do that. Want you to fuck me. Oh, fuck I’ll fucking…. Please.” You’re not even kidding here. You really feel that desperate. To have him stretched you out this way. Filling you to the brim. Feeling his warmth. Feeling his cock twitch inside you. But then not having him pounding into you like mad. Fuck you feel like you’re dying.

“You said you want me to play princess. Be a good girl now. Keep that cock warm baby.” Jimin throws his head into the head rest. Looking at you with hooded lusty eyes. See, you made the wrong choice. Were so dumb to think straight and now you’ve put yourself in this torture. All you can hope is that his control will snap soon. Silly of you to think that. Park Jimin apparently is the devil reincarnation. You’re absolutely wrecked and ruined at his hands. Turning into a puddle after sucking his plump lips for God knows how long. Letting him play with your tits, sucking and bruising the sensitive skin. Still, he doesn’t let you move. Keeps you still. His hard cock safely buried inside you. Maybe it’s not been that long. But to you with your brain screaming only one thing, it feels like you’ve been this way for hours. You have no idea how much you begged. Only that, being the asshole he is, Jimin enjoys your little pleads to the fullest. They make him even harder inside you, if it’s possible. And you know you can’t do this anymore. There’s this feral need for more. You need more. Something. Anything.

You pull away from his bruising kiss. Breathless. Panting. Your brain is malfunctioning when you purr against his mouth. Finally having enough of this torture. “Fine, you want me to keep your cock warm?”  You ask. Jimin just nods. Is so fucked up just like you. “L-let me do it the right way then.” You feel new wave of your arousals drenching Jimin’s cock. Just at the thought of what you’re initiating. He perks up, quirking a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me do it right way Jimin. Let-Let’s uh… let’s remove the stupid condom.” You blurt the words out. Loving the way Jimin’s breath hitches. Yet he doesn’t say anything. Stare at you dumbly. Maybe that’s too much. That needy monster who guided you to make that request pops out suddenly. Making you panic. You don’t want to cross any lines after all. “I mean, only if you want to. I- uh... I’m clean and I assume you’re too and… you know what never mind─” You’re quick to make excuses. Feeling stupid. But he stops you. Squeezes your hips. Groans.

“No... baby gosh no. Only if I want to? Fuck, you kidding me? Lil, I would die to fuck you raw. Shit you gonna kill me. C’mon move princess. Let us get rid of the stupid condom huh?” Makes you raise your hips. You moan at his words. Simply, you love this. Love this moment. Feel desired in a way you never did before. His words, touches, looks. All make you feel like you hold some power. A power to make someone, like Park Jimin looks this wrecked. And so do you absolutely love it when he gets rid of the condom. Guiding you back on his cock. Penetrating your clenching hole without a barrier. And like that you’re positive that the only living and breathing creatures left in the world are you two. Just you and him. Nothing else. Know Jimin feels the same. He hides his face in your neck. Arms wrapping around your figure. Clutching into you for his dear life. Loud obscene moans leaving past both of your lips.

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck Lil. Holy fuck you…. aaahh...” Jimin mutters incoherently into your throat. You’re no different. Are losing your mind all over again. Basking in the feeling of Jimin inside you. Throbbing and twitching. Getting soaked with your essence. You try to keep in that way, complying to his wishes. Only that you’ve no control over yourself.

“Jimin, I really can’t anymore, please let me move. Let me come hm?” You ask against his ear. Your own arms wrapped around him tightly. One on the nape of his neck. Keeping him pressed against you. “Let me cum on your cock… Jimin-ah... god baby please.” Yet again you don’t know what did the trick. Doesn’t matter since Jimin pulls away. Nodding.

“Okay, fuck. Move baby. Ride me. Ride me good yeah?” His head falls back into the headrest again. You nod furiously. Immensely grateful for the end of this torture. Find your balance by placing your hands on his shoulders. Start by grinding your hips slowly. Circling. Then you raise your hips a bit. Moaning at the sensation of his hard cock dragging along your sensitive wall. Can feel every inch and vein. Clench. Making Jimin’s fingers dig into your hips. Making him grunt. Then you sink down again. Clench. Start doing the same thing. Slowly first but then within a minute you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it. Jimin gives you the full control. Just enjoying the view. The way your tits bounce and the way they graces his chest occasionally. You both live in a trance. The sound of skin slapping and your shameless moans filling the tight space of his car. And the filth Jimin spills.

“Yes. Fuck baby, keep going, you’re doing so good. Use my cock hm? Use it to make yourself cum. Squeeze me so fucking tight.” He places your stray hair strands behind your ear. Just for them to fall back again as you move. “Like that, you’re such a needy slut Lil. Look at you. Gosh you’re squeezing me hard. Keep doing that.” Molds the soft flesh of your breasts. Sneaks one hand between your thighs, finding your swollen bud. Just adding more pleasure to your ecstasy. “Cum.” Demands. “Cum baby. You begged me to cum slut. Let go.” Picks up the speed of his hand. And that’s all that it takes for you. Two more flicks against your clit while his cock hits all the right places inside you, you fall over the edge. Screaming his name through your clenched teeth. Shaking. Legs buckling. Yet can hear him groan through the ringing of your ears.

“Shit, shit, keep going. Lil keep, fuck… I’m gonna... you need to move princess.” You open your eyes to find him throwing his head back. Clenching his jaw tightly. “Lil now… fuck.” Well, you don’t do anything to be honest, too lost in pleasure. Too weak to do anything. It’s just him who raise your hips up just in time for the ropes of hot white cum to hit your lower abdomen and your cunt. Painting you in white. In him. God you’ll do the impossible to hear that moan he lets out. To see this look on his face again. Lips ajar. Brows furrowed. And covered in sweat. Nearly break you apart at how tight he holds you. “Oh, fuck. Fucking hell baby─” Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead chose to kiss you hard. Harsh. Long. Until the bliss of your high dies down. That’s when he pulls away finally. Rests his forehead against yours.

“I don’t think I can get enough of this shit.” Mumbles.

Well, you think the same.

……………………………………………………

“For fuck’s sake Park!!!” You try to dodge his grabby hands. Hands that are trying to squeeze your cheeks.

“What? You’re cute when you’re mad.” Jimin grabs you by the waist. Pressing you against his chest. You and he need to be embarrassed, at least. Yet here you are. Fooling around like two elementary school kids. You’ve been ever since you left that alleyway where Jimin parked his car just to fuck you. He made sure to annoy you for so many reasons including your – as he calls them- ugly socks. Then he refuses to admit he said it. But that’s what he’s been saying. You get it. Hell, you even felt self-conscious to walk across the lobby to the elevator. You must’ve looked like a clown. Knee high socks and no shoes. Jimin offered you his, but you refused.  So, you’re mad at him. Not for real, no. See, just fooling around.

“I’m not mad.” You try to free yourself. He doesn’t let you. You give up. “You laugh at my socks, but you didn’t remove them when you fucked me.” Gasp. “You like them, don’t you? You’ve that kind of kink─”

“Really?” Jimin raises his brow. Exasperated. “What kind of kink?” His eyes are back to glinting. You squint your eyes. Trying to think of something. Just to find out you don’t know.

“I don’t know─” Say when Jimin chuckles. “But you have one. I’m fucking sure. That’s why you make rude comments about them.”

“What’s the logic in that. Why would I make rude comment… no wait, I didn’t make rude comments.” He defends with wide eyes. You’re about to counter when the elevator door dings. He lets you go. Waiting for the doors to open. You step out first. Entire floor is eerie silent, given the fact that there’s only two apartments.

You still haven’t talked about anything. It’s easy to procrastinate things. You felt the need to ask him your questions more than once to be honest. Then you’re pretty sure this light mood. This bantering and teasing will shift. It’ll all shift into something heavier. You’re too selfish, like you always are. Don’t want that to happen. So, you keep it shut. Pretend like you’re just a normal girl who walks into her home with her boyfriend.

Jimin enters the code to the keypad. You just take that time to look around. At the closed door of Lees. It’s all calm and quiet. Peaceful. It always has been this way. Jimin grabs your attention back when he pushes the door open. Holds the door for you. You enter first, just walking inside since you don’t have to remove your shoes. Wait for Jimin to join you.

“What do you wanna eat?” He asks behind you as you walk pass the entryway. You turn your head to look at him.

“Definitely ramen. I’m craving ramen.” You make a little moan in the end. Making him scrunch his nose. In adoration. Reaches his hand to your cheek again. Nearly touches you when─

“Where were y─” The sudden voice startles both you and Jimin. Making you snap your head toward the sound. Eyes landing on a figure, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Your heart dropping dead for a fractured second. You feel Jimin freezes behind you. Well, you do the same. Freeze. Mouth going dry and jaw dropping to the floor.

No!

No!

No. No. No.

You make eye contact with yourself. Just standing across from you. You. That’s who she is. Only being differ with some little changes. But it’s just you. Staring right back at you. Her mouth hanging open just like yours. You make eye contact with her. Liya. Kim Liya.

Kim fucking Liya.

You feel your knees weaken. Feel your legs buckle. This can’t be happening. Why not? You made the damn wish. You wished for her life. For her to have a normal life while you still being on the picture. Well, you thought it didn’t work. You think Jimin believed the same. You two were so fucking selfish for not even bring her name to your conversation at least once. Or you both wanted but decided to do it later. Now it’s too late. She is right here. In front of you. Now you don’t have time to wonder what about Liya? It’s getting hard to breathe. Liya opens her mouth first. Eyes darting between you and Jimin, who’s just few steps behind you.

“Wh- What... What’s─” That’s all she could bring out. Rest of her words dying on her tongue. Drowning out with the ear-splitting screech you left out. Your hand grabbing the left side of your chest. It’s sudden. Like a sudden stab. But painful as if every bone in your body cracked at the same time. It comes from nowhere. You were just fine a second ago and now you’re doubling down while clutching your chest. Like it would fall if you remove your hand. It comes like a crashing wave. Pain. Just pure pain in your chest. Enough to make your head throb. Ears ring. Sight blur. The last thing you see before everything goes blur is Liya clutching her chest as well. Not screeching or doubling down like you. Just whimpering. Holding on to the door frame. Then you feel Jimin storm past you. Stopping between you and Liya.

“What’s… fuck Liya? Lil? Wh-what’s happening?” Jimin’s voice is nothing but a white noise ringing in your ears. Can hear him talking but nothing makes sense. It’s just pain. You think you’ll faint. You think you’ll die. Don’t even realize you’re crying. Gritting your teeth hard to endure the unrelenting pain. Jimin just stands there. Stupidly. Head snapping from you to Liya. From Liya to you. Oh, if you’re in your right mind, you’ll realize how much of an ironic, comical, hard, yet stupid position Jimin is in. In a position where he has to choose between you and Liya, even when nobody asked him to do so. You don’t know what he’d have done eventually. Your weakened body doesn’t allow you enough time to find that out. You make the decision for Jimin. Make the decision when your legs finally give up. When your knees hit the marble floor with a crack. Well, you certainly make him realize that the person in more pain is you. He is crouching down next to you in a blink. Your face in his hands.

“Fuck Lil, are you okay? Hey, hey, talk to me. Where does it hurt?... No, no stay with me huh? Wa-wait... I... I need to call an ambulance.” His hand leave your face as he fumbles inside his pocket. You can’t really comply. Don’t think you can talk. You can’t breathe. You can’t. It’s too stuffy. Your head will explode. You need to go outside. One of your shaky hands reach Jimin. Touch his hand barely. Yet his attention is on you immediately. “What? What is it?” Asks. Even with your blurred sight you can witness the panic in his face.

“O-out... I... o-out.” You don’t think you’re making any sense right now. But that’s all you can do. Jimin nods.

“Out? You want to go outside?” Cups your face in his hands again. You nod. Nod through your tears. Watch Jimin throws a worried glance toward Liya. You follow his line of vision. Find Liya still upright on her feet. Eyes on you two. Obviously in pain but nowhere near you. She is in pain but you’re dying. You’re positive.

Jimin says nothing when he picks you up from the floor. All of a sudden. Probably thought the same thing as you did. “Just a moment, I’ll be right back.” He mutters to no one specifically before starting toward the door. You in his hands. He meant the words to Liya. You all know that. He’s supposed to be with her. Not you.

Not you at all.

……………………………………..

“You can go back inside Park. I’m fine now.” You say to Jimin while sitting on a comfy couch in the lobby. And you’re telling the truth. The pain you felt starts to subside immediately after you left their apartment. There’s still a slight sting. But nothing unbearable. You’ve dried your tears with your T-shirt a long time ago. It’s been more than fifteen minutes since you and Jimin have been out here. And that’s not good.

“No. No, I won’t just leave you. I thought you were fucking dying Lil. I’ll stay here till he arrives.” He glances at the entrance. Is pacing around like a maniac.

“I’m fine Jimin. You need to go back to her. She was in pain too.” You gesture toward the elevator. Feeling so fucked up.

“Ah shit, why the fuck does he takes so long?” Jimin ignores you completely. Only if you can stand up and stop him from tiring himself out. You just feel too weak to do so. You’re waiting for Jungkook. The only person came to your mind who could help you in this deteriorated situation. Jimin had to go through a little bit of a hassle to contact Jungkook. You not being much help. He had to reach Taehyung first. Had to yell at him for asking stupid questions. Luckily, however, he had the contact information. You guess it might’ve been a great shock to Jungkook when Park Jimin reached him like that. Jimin didn’t really give him any details, just vague and asked him to come as soon as he can. Jungkook being Jungkook, said yes. Now you’re waiting. Have been for fifteen minutes.

“I’m serious Jimin, it’s not okay for you─”

“I know, okay, I know. I know I’m supposed to be there. But just… let me make sure you leave with him. Safe.” Jimin snaps. Making you shut your mouth. This is so fucked up. More fucked up than the fact you just entered her house, laughing and smiling, just after having each other cum so hard. You need Jimin to leave. That’ll at least give you a little bit of peace, in your mind. But then you don’t want him to leave at the same time. His presence is comforting. You’d be lying if you say you aren’t scared. Because you are. Hell, you are scared for your life. Jimin makes it bearable. Then she might be scared too. It’s so wrong for him to be here when she is his girlfriend. Even though, now you’re partially scared of what might happen next. Back on the track, aren’t you?

How ridiculous that you brought all this shit upon yourself. You made her come here. And for a fact, you know that unbearable pain has everything to with her. That odd lady explicitly told you as long as you’re here, she can’t be. Then you didn’t heed, now did you? You’re playing with a fire that you can’t even see. What’s next? Will you die? Is that what she meant when she said only one space is there for one person. That you can’t share Liya’s space with her. Will you be in this pain forever? Was this your doing at all? It should be. Liya wasn’t here until you wished. Fuck, that was a wish. No matter, how ridiculous it sound. That was that.

You still don’t know the answers for half the questions you have. Two things, however, are certain. First, this all happened because of a wish. Second, you and Liya can’t share that same space.

You look at him again. With the intention of persuading him one last time. Even though you don’t want to be alone. You are just about to open your mouth when a sudden movement at the entrance catch both of your attention. Jimin stops his pacing abruptly. Head snapping to the person who enters through the already opened glass door of the lobby. Jungkook’s eyes land on you instantly, as he stops briefly for a moment. Then he is storming toward you.

“Finally.” Jimin mutters under his breath. A sigh of relief leaving his pink lips. Jungkook reaches you and Jimin. Stopping just a few steps ahead of you. Eyes wide and mouth adorably hanging open. Glances between you and Jimin for a moment. Confused. Fixes his eyes on you in the end.

“Noo-Noona?” Jungkook practically whispers that. Still, you hear that. He looks uncertain. As if he’s trying to figure who you truly are. Well, that’s very fair. You crack a very forced smile. A painful one. Raise your hand or try to do so.

 “Hey, Kookie!!” Mumble. Jungkook sucks in a breath. It’s like you’ve given him a proof to believe you’re you.

“Fuck, it really is you.” He says again. More to himself than to you.

“Uh... can you?” Jimin interrupts Jungkook’s daze impatiently. Of course, it’s time you should free him. Jungkook averts his gaze to Jimin. “Can you like, uh… look after her. She was in pain─”

“Pain?” Jungkook looks back at you. Brows furrowed.

“Yes, pain. She is okay now but... I can’t─”

“You should go now Jimin.” You can’t really take it to see Jimin guilt tripping. Not wanting to leave but wanting to do exactly that. He shouldn’t feel guilty to leave you. No, he shouldn’t. “I’ll be fine now. Jungkook’s here.” You gestures to the poor boy. Standing there and taking your exhausted figure in. Jimin looks you straight in the eye. Startles you when he crouches down before you suddenly. Takes your hands in his.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” He isn’t just speaking with words. Is doing it with his eyes as well.

Oh, fuck.

“Of course, I will Jimin. I’m fine. Look, he’s here now. You really need to go to her.” You free your hands from his grasp. Not because you don’t like the feeling. Just because it feel wrong. Oh, so utterly wrong. “Go.” You repeat. Jimin’s eyes fall down to your hands. At the way you just refused his touch. Say nothing though. Just nods. Stands up and turns to Jungkook.

“Text me your address.” Says to him as he gives you another glance. Jungkook agrees. You want to ask Jimin why he would want that. But he is already walking away. Backward. Eyes lingering on you. You hate this painful tug you feel at your chest now. Which has nothing to do physically this time. You don’t want Jimin to leave you. You keep your eyes on him until he turns around. Pushing on the elevator button. Till he rushes inside it. Till he’s no longer in your sight. You were so immersed in Jimin that you didn’t even sense that Jungkook has replaced Jimin’s place on the floor. Crouching down. Peering into your eyes. He takes your hand this time. And you don’t reject.

“You okay Noona?”  

You just smile.

……………………………………………

Jimin is pacing inside the small, confined space of the elevator. He should’ve taken the stairs instead of this. That could’ve helped him to ease some nerves. Which is exactly what he needs now. Pacing around this tight space like a headless chicken isn’t helping him at all.

He hates so many things right now. But what’s so fucked up is that he hates having to leave you with another man. Hates that he couldn’t be there at the most needed times. Hates that this other man is Jeon Jungkook of all people. You wanted him. Jimin wanted to leave you with Taehyung. Wanted to leave you in a hospital. Well, you were you. Stubborn you. Said that Jungkook knows everything. That serves enough reason why he should be the one to come. Jimin couldn’t argue at the end. Had no other options but to agree.

See this is what exactly he was afraid of. Why? Why on the earth he is feeling this way? This was what happened at the day you woke him up that night. He was more worried about you leaving. More than the misfortune his own girlfriend was facing. It doesn’t mean he gives no fuck. Because of course he is worried. Was worried. Even now he wants this damn elevator to reach his floor faster. There’s so many scary what ifs haunting his mind.

Gimin groans loudly. His fingers threading through his hair. He thought it was the fucking sexual tension. That aching desire to have you. Then there’s no reason to be jealous. Fucking territorial. And he had you. These burning sensations should’ve dissapeared by now. Why on the hell he asked you to stay? And then asked you to make sure Liya has her life back? Now what? What a mess he has made.

He lets out a breath when the elevator finally stops. Is practically running across the hallway toward his door. Praying to God that she’ll be okay. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave her alone like that. Simply you needed more attention. More than Liya. Right? Then he should’ve come back to her the moment he knew you were okay. Now what will he say to his girlfriend. What’s his reason for taking care of another woman?

A mess. All this is. He made this mess.

He barges inside like a hurricane. Running straight to the lounge. Is about to turn to the kitchen when his eyes land on Liya. Sitting on the couch. Seemingly okay. Jimin can’t begin to describe the relief he feels. She raises her head at the sound of his footsteps. Looking at him with alarming eyes. Those eyes. The eyes he fell in love with once. Don’t you have the same eyes? She stands up. Immediately. Bridges the distance between them and when she does that those eyes were gone. Replaced with just fire behind them.

“What the fuck is happening Jimin.” Liya screeches as she stops just an inch away from Jimin. Runs her hands through her hair. “Who- why? What… God, why did she look exactly like me. Jimin. Who─ It hurt like hell, why- why was she feeling that too.” Liya is stammering in bad way. Her breathing is getting shallow and fast. That’s no good. Jimin knows how this might feel. He knows it. Just doesn’t know what to do. So, just wraps his arms around her. Hugs her tight.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay Liya. It’s okay. I’ll explain. Calm down…shhh… it’s okay.” Mumbles into her hair.

……………………………………………

It was fairly easy to calm Liya down. She has better control of herself. It’s just that. Now Jimin is watching her laugh. Laughing aloud.

“Seriously? You want me to believe that?” Asks through her giggles.

“Yes, I want you to do that. Because, how else you’ll explain that? Explain her?” Jimin gestures toward the door. Liya’s laughter dies down. Slowly. Then silence fills the room. For a long minute before Liya breaks it.

“I- I don’t know. I mean how’s that─”

“You know Liya. C’mon you know. I’m pretty sure you felt the pain. Just at the right time you saw her. And what? You think she’s just someone who exactly looks like you? You think so?” Jimin leans forward. Is sitting on the couch. It was frustrating to explain some shit about parallel worlds. Felt stupid. Yet he had to do that. There was no other options he could choose. Liya doesn’t say anything in response. Just sighs.

“Okay so let’s just hypothetically─”

“No hypothesis Liya, I’m telling the truth.” Jimin doesn’t mean to snap but it’s really frustrating. Can understand how you might’ve felt all these times. First him, and you said how it went with your best friend. Oh, he understands you completely now. Liya knits her eyebrows in pure annoyance.

“Okay. All right. So, you’re telling the truth. I just met my alternative counterpart from a different universe. Okay, I mean I can’t deny I felt the pain. Can’t deny I felt like I was looking at a mirror. It felt super weird.”

“Exactly.”

“So, is this the reason why I’ve been missing on those meetings, lunches, the reason why I couldn’t remember some things? That wasn’t because I’m having─”

“No, you’re not sick. It’s because of this. Because you were disappearing every other day.” Jimin interrupts her vent. There’s no point of hiding ot from her now. He feels like shit. Heavy.

Fuck!

Another uncomfortable silence. Jimin can’t look at her. Feels his throat constrict.

“Okay, yeah.” She puffs a breath out. “Then how long Jimin?” Breaks the silence again. Jimin expects her to ask that question. Sooner or later. Yet he feels like he can’t answer.

“Uh- like couple months.” He mumbles weakly. Barely audible. Eyes fixing upon their opulent coffee table.

“Months?” Liya grabs Jimin’s sleeve. Softly. Trying to get him to look at her. “What do you mean months? Tell me how long, exactly?” She shifts in her position. Her grasp tightening. Jimin reluctantly glance at her.

“Like almost two─” Liya’s gasp is what interrupts him. She lets him go. More like her arm falls limp.

“Two? T-Two months? For heaven’s sake Jimin.” Scoffs. Her calm expression morphing into storm within a blink. Stands up. “And you let it happen?” Looks at him in pure disbelief. Under very different context. Where Jimin hadn’t done exactly that. Let it happen. This could’ve been his breaking point. The accusation! He would have stormed away with gritted teeth. In this context, he can’t. It makes him scowl, nonetheless.

“It wasn’t under my control, you know.” He mutters. Trying to mask his guilt. Trying to act natural. It’s getting harder and harder by every passing second.

“Why did you lie to me?” Liya changes the course rather fast. Kind of looks like she doesn’t know what to ask first.

“I fucking didn’t lie to you.”

“Well, you kept the damn thing a secret. You knew what was going on all along and you let me believe I’m sick.” Liya steps to her left. So, she can face Jimin properly. Forcing him to avoid her piercing gaze. Wincing at her accusing tone. How hard it’s to hear what she says just because it’s true. “You knew I was worrying about not remembering stuff and you just let it happen Jimin. Did you even try to stop that- whatever this thing is.” She gestures between her and the door. Referring to you. Her voice raising with every word. He needs to stop her. Can’t listen to the bitter truth.

“Of course, I did. We- did. We tried our best. And I kept it a secret because you wouldn’t have believed me Liya.” Jimin finally finds the courage to look at her. Shame burning him inside out.

“How would you know that?”

It’s Jimin’s turn to scoff.

“Really? How would I know? We’ve been together for fucking five years Liya. You would’ve called me crazy. Even now you don’t believe it completely, I know that a part of you still thinks I’m crazy. You only believe it because you saw her, you felt the pain and all those shits.” It’s not Jimin is trying to find a way to win this fight. No. But it’s not a lie. That’s the reason why he didn’t tell her. At least before he became selfish and wanted you. Only you.

Fucking idiot!

Liya doesn’t say anything right away. Takes a deep breath. Rubs her face. Starts pacing around. Jimin feels like laughing aloud. How ironic. How funny she does exactly same things as Jimin. How you and she are not similar to each other at all. You hate it. Pacing around. And yet, you’re the same person. Liya stops. Turns to Jimin.

“You say you tried? Well, you clearly haven’t tried enough considering she’s still here. And what were you doing with her this morning anyway?” Questions. Jimin feels blood drains out of his body. Heart stopping. Guilt. Fucking guilt.

“She needed uh... help.” Jimin tries to gulp sneakily. Not wanting to act guilty.

“Help?” She quirks one of her brows. “Like earlier? Did you leave me alone, Park Jimin?”

“Oh, c’mon she looked like she was dying.”

“SO, WAS I!”

Silence. It’s eerie silence. And they just staring at each other. It’s too quiet Jimin can hear his own heartbeat booming in the spacious lounge. For a fact, he knows Liya wasn’t in pain anywhere near you. But does that justify his actions?

“We need to stop this shit Jimin. I was in fuckin pain, and I don��t think that’s a good thing. She- whoever she is clearly has messed with my life enough.” Liya grits. There’s an unexplainable look in her eyes. Liya is a smart woman after all. “This needs to stop. I won’t just sit here and watch her mess with my life.”

Jimin opens his mouth to argue. Finds no words, however. Liya gives him a one last look and storms away. Leaving Jimin to just sit there. To reflect on how he fucking messed up.

………………………………………….

“So, now she is here? It didn’t work, but the real Liya is here? And you both felt a severe pain when you met?” Jungkook blurts out. Holding a hot cup of coffee for you. You’re sitting on his couch. In your spring roll state. You struggle to take your hands out, nodding in confirmation for his question.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Noona.” Jungkook mumbles as he gives you your coffee. Your eyes snap to him. Wide. Head starting to shake.

“No! Why are you apologizing? How is that your fault?” You scowl.

“I was the one who gave the idea about a damn wish.” He plops down on the couch next to you. Your heart sinks. God, you feel like a two-faced lying bitch. Jungkook never was wrong. He gave you the right idea. You’re the one who used it in the wrong way and now you’re deceiving him. The person who didn’t even judge you for your wrong doings. Do you even deserve to be here. With him. You feel your head pounds.

“No. No Jungkook. It’s not like that, I mean it wasn─” You’re so glad when the sudden knock on his front door interrupts you. You don’t want Jungkook to believe it was his fault. Nor do you want to tell him he was right, and you did this to yourself. Jungkook furrows his brows as he looks at the door. “Uh- are you expecting someone?” You ask as you follow his line of vision.

“No….   but maybe it’s Jimin.” Jungkook stands up. You watch as he reaches the door. One hand pushing his wild hair back. You don’t think it’s Jimin. There’s no way he can come this quick. You can’t even think about how much of a mess it must be in his home now. Explanations. Apologies. Questions. Oh, poor Jimin! Your assumptions quickly turn out to be true. The moment Jungkook unlocks the door, the door nearly slams into him. Makes you visibly flinch in fear that it hits him. He dodges it luckily. Couldn’t dodge the little body collides against him, however. Pair of arms circling around his neck.

“JUNGKOOK…. My fucking best friend!” J’s voice echoes through the confines of Jungkook’s apartment. He lets out a whine in complaint at how hard J is hugging him.

“Okay, fuck, all right.” Jungkook finally manages to push her away from him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Questions from a J who gasps so loud. A hand going to her chest.

“Yah! Since when do you ask me why I’m here. I’m here because I have no life bro.” She answers. Turns around, grinning from ear to ear. Only for that grin to drop down when her eyes fall on you. She takes a split second in surprise. Then that wide grin is back on her face. “Miss. Liya!” Exclaims loudly. Already starting toward you “You’re here? Fuck, I didn’t believe Joonie when he said Kookie made you wash dishes─” Her words float away. You don’t know if she has stopped talking or you can’t hear her. Despite wanting to show a similar kind of enthusiasm to see her, which you’re genuinely feeling, that pain is rising again. Clouding your other senses. This time it isn’t painful like the last time. Nor is it sudden. But the pain is there. Slowly but surely becoming unbearable.  Making your breathing ragged.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Noona… Are you okay? It’s the pain? It’s happening again?” You catch Jungkook’s concerned face peering at you. Can only nod in answer. Hear J saying something.

Why are you back in pain. You’re not in presence of Liya now.

You could’ve figured an answer out if it wasn’t for the piercing pain. A moment of peaceful thinking would’ve been enough. It’s a good thing that Jungkook can still think clearly. Worried out of his mind, yes. Yet he grabs your hands tight. You can only watch stupidly in pain when his eyes darted to J, who’s looking at you beyond horrified.

“She’s not Liya.” Jungkook states. Sternly. As if just those three words make all the sense in the world. J scowls at him. Confused. Hell, even you with your pain are looking at him with knitted brows. “She is not Liya, J.” He repeats. Then to much of your horror, just causally say your name loud. Your real name. Which only makes J’s scowl deep.

“What? What are you talking about? Take her to a fucking hospital Kook.” J crouches down beside you. “Or call her boyfriend, friend, assistant, or whoever the fuck can help her.” Looks at Jungkook like he just grew a third arm. Then her eyes are on you. “Are you okay Miss. Liya? Should we take─”

Jungkook’s words make a sudden sense to you. That pain intensifies like a surge.

It happens because J called you Liya.

You faintly hear Jungkook practically yells at J. Forces her to call you by your real name. She looks confused. Utterly so. Scared. But in the end, she does as she is asked. It takes more than a few minutes. It’s agonizingly slow. How the pain subsides. When it does, however, you’re facing a J who looks a bit pale.

………………………………………

Learning things in a practical way, in experience, is a good thing. The best way to learn. But not in all settings. It’s utterly foolish to jump off a cliff to learn you’ll die. Especially, when you’re just a mortal human being with one life to spare. Similarly to your situation now. It was quite literally brainless how you made your decisions. Driven entirely by your emotions. Fucked up emotions in that case. And on a pure bliss of a mind-blowing orgasm. It was moronic how you or Jimin, didn’t stop to think how the results of your stupid decisions will be. You didn’t wait to think what you’ll do if Liya is really here. No. You just let a man who’s in a relationship fucked your brain out. Then you just jump right into the fire pit he shows you. You decided to jump off a cliff just to see if you'd survive. Turned yourself into a lab rat.  

Now here you are, sitting at a cleaned table of Kim’s restaurant. Feeling weak after two unrelenting chest pains. Not quite feeling like doing anything but sitting still. Paranoid. Petrified. You don't think anyone fears death until they realize it can actually happen. Until then they would make joke about it. Like you always did. But after those two unbearable painful contractions, you think you’re close to death. Yes, you are. You’re certain. Oh, it’s no longer a joke. Even the thought of it makes you shudder. Death is scary.

See, after so many talking with Jungkook- while completely ignoring a J who looked like she was close to slap herself- you came to only one conclusion. The same one. It’s simple. You can’t share the same space with Liya. It’s just not being able to stand in Liya’s presence. It’s sharing her space. Well, now you don’t know what’s the end. Death or not. But Jungkook doesn’t think you should put yourself into stupid testing anymore. As he said, no one wants to find out what will happen. You need to find a way to go back to your world. To stop this. Then till you’ll find a way; you need to stay alive. That’s how Jungkook came with this idea.

The idea is letting everyone who once knew you as Liya, know your real identity.  At first you were so against it. Until you came down here, met Jimin. He was the one who manipulated you into doing this. What a complicated thing Park Jimin is. He broke your heart when you came up with the idea of doing same. Then now he’s the one who wants to do it. You didn’t expect to see him so quick. But then as Jungkook referred to it, this is a life and death situation. Dramatic. Yet you couldn’t argue. What if you really die? You really had no chance to talk to Jimin alone. To know what happened. It happened so fast. Few calls here and there. That’s all it take to make this restaurant crowded with eleven people. Annoyed people, at that.

“So, what is it? I swear to God Hoseok if this is just─” Yoongi starts but is interrupted with a gasping Hoseok.

“It wasn’t me for fuck’s sake. Do I look like I have time to play with you.” He scowls at Yoongi. Points at Jimin. “He dragged my ass here. And made me think the world is ending. Or our business is bankrupted… wait! Are we…?” Gapes at Jimin.

“What? No?” Jimin clicks his tongue.

“No guys.” J butts in. You look at her with panic-stricken eyes. She is the only one who knows you’re not Liya. Not being long since she knows. Apparently doesn’t believe you. Thinks you, Jungkook, and later Jimin have lost your minds completely. You’re here to let them know the truth. Partially at least. Yet still you feel paranoid to say it aloud. Afraid of judgments and the looks of betrayal. J ignores your glance. Ignores Jungkook’s weak attempt to stop her. It should be you who tell them. It’s a rash decision when you jump into your feet. Drags J back with her arm. Take her place.

“We- uh... I wanted to let you know that I’m not Liya.” Blurt out. Hold your breath. Expecting them to break into a one loud noise. Only to meet with silence. Dead silence. And ten pair of eyes on you.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna kill you, Hoseok.” Yoongi stands up, the chair scrapping against the floor. Try to reach Hoseok over the table when he dodges Yoongi’s move.

“What the fuck, how’s this my fault.” Hoseok whines.

J turns you. Shrugs her shoulders. Gives you a I told you so look. You nervously glance at Jimin, who is staring at the ceiling. Shifts your gaze to Jungkook, who is rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. Jimin is the one who interrupts the pointless arguments flow over the place. Yanks Taehyung back with his collar. Who is trying to steal a can of beer.

“Oh, c’mon let me at least have a beer after you ruined my night.” Taehyung complaints to no avail.

“You drink, you pay for that shit, all right?” Namjoon throws a fair warning at Taehyung. Falls in the deaf ears, however. Jimin lets Taehyung go.

“Fucking hell.” Curses. Takes a deep beath. “Enough!” Shouts. Effectively grabs the attention of everyone. Drags you to his side. “This is not a fucking joke, you little gremlins. She’s telling the truth. She- she’s not Liya.” Waits for moment if someone decides to butt in. No one does. So, simply explains further. Who you are. Again, just to meet with silence. Until Seokjin breaks it. You catch a brief glance of Namjoon’s curious gaze on you before Seokjin takes the spotlight.

 “Who now? I mean what the effing hell are you talking about Jimin-ah?” Demands. Jimin opens to say something but is cut off by Jungkook. Making his way to the table from where he’s been standing.

“That’s the truth Hyung. She isn’t Liya. You just need to believe that.” Tries to make this easy for you and Jimin. Yoona is the one who sighs this time.

“I really have no time for this bullshit guys! I had to left work early for this and what?” Throws her hands in the air. Everyone joins in agreeing with her. For a moment, you’re pretty sure they would walk away. All of them look like they’ve been scammed. Annoyed. Mad. Not interested in you in the slightest. The air is filled with the buzz created by everyone talking at the same time.

You look at Jimin helplessly. He groans. Maybe you should try one more time. You and Jimin both open your mouth at the same time. Yet, never get to say anything when the sound of the door chime echoes. It’s late and the restaurant has been closed long ago. Every head snap to the door curiously. Jungkook nearly walks forward to let the newcomer know that they’re closed. He doesn’t, however. Stops dead in the track when his eyes fall on the person who just entered. Gasps. You do the same. And then everyone else follows suit. Eyes wide and gaping at real Kim Liya.

“Hey!” She mumbles awkwardly. Clearly not comfortable with all the eyes on her.

“What the fucking……….” Seoyeon, who has been awfully quite for all these times, shouts aloud.

At the same time, you wince in pain.

……………………………….

Liya’s arrival is not welcomed. At least not in the beginning. Jimin just swirled past you like the wind the moment she uttered that ‘hey’. Jungkook’s hand wrapped around you at that exact moment. You fell into another fresh blur of torment. And like that, the expected chaos unfolded. J and Yoona were screaming in Jungkook’s ear. Demanding they should take you to a damn hospital. Someone nearly choked themselves to death. You’re positive you heard something shatter. God knows what. For a second everyone acted like mad cows. Until Liya took the matter up in her hand. Wildly explaining to an audience- who acted like they’ve got infected with Rabis- that you told the truth. It took time. Painful time on your side. In the end, however, Liya gave you what you were looking for. A distinct identity apart from her. You became your own person.

Just like that, Kim Liya solved your problem. Not that it relieved you of your pain instantly. No. Still, at this moment you’re in a lingering pain. You can see nervous and worried glances that reach toward you here and there. Making sure you’re really fine. Yet it worked to some extent. And everything seemed to be working. Peaceful. Then it’s not. Not when Liya ended her explanation with the word ‘Twin’.

“What?” You’re the first one to choke that out.

“You had a twin I didn’t know about?” Seoyeon looks betrayed. Exactly how Key looked when you told her the truth.

“What is this? A melodrama? A twin shit? And weren’t you just dying a minute ago?” Yoongi groans, sipping on his third beer can. Gestures to you with his beer.

“I- I’m really fine Yoongi.” You mumble. Your voice really doesn’t quite reach Yoongi.

“Wait? So, it wasn’t Liya that day?” Namjoon shifts the course entirely. Mouth hanging open.

“What day?” J and Yoona question in unison. You watch Namjoon goes to explain them that how he knew that you’re not Liya. Even though he didn’t believe it then. Some people pay attention to his ranting when Seoyeon directs your attention to her.

“Answer me Liya. You had a fucking twin that I didn’t know? How’s that possible? Was she born yesterday?” She grabs Liya’s arm. Shaking her slightly. You throw a brief glance at Jimin. He looks torn between worried and relieved.

“What? Yes, and not I had Seo, I have. I have a twin.” She points at you. You gape at her. A wise way to explain your looks. But that demands so many questions. Hoseok disturbs next whatever question Seoyeon is about to raise.

“It was you who was at the cottage, wasn’t it?” He asks from you. See, more questions. Endless. Now what will you say? You can’t help but glance at Liya. She glances at you. Brows furrowed. A realization hitting hard on her. Then she is looking at Jimin. Jimin who looks alarmed and tense. Oh, this is not good. You still don’t know how it went between them. 

“No, Hoseok, it was me. Why would my sister join a party with my boyfriend?” Liya is quick to butt in. You’re glad though. Just nod. Avoiding her gaze.

“Right?” Hoseok scoffs. “Of course, it was you, Ms. Kim.” He steals Yoongi’s beer. Much to the dismay of the owner of that beer. A tense silence fall down. You keep your eyes focused on your lap. Fidgeting with your fingers. Your throat is dry, and it has nothing to do with the pain. Feel like you’re about get caught.

Fuck!

This is why you should think twice before doing shit. Why couldn’t you?

“Can I have a minute?” Liya’s voice in that stretching silence forces you to take your eyes away from your lap. “Sister?” She adds that as you look at her. Puts unnecessary weight on the word. You have no time to worry about others being suspicious about it. Not when you’re already starting to panic. Eyes landing on Jimin, meeting his eyes. He jerks up. Nearly says something to Liya when you beat him to it.

“Yeah sure.” You don’t want Jimin to intervene. Liya nods and steps out. Slowly. Calmly. She is too calm for her own good. You ignore the protests Jungkook is making. Just give him a smile. Start toward the door when your arm is trapped in Jimin’s fingers.

“Lil, you don’t have to.” He whispers. So, only you can hear.

“It’s fine.” You whisper back.

…………………………..

It’s cold outside. You’re wearing a jacket Jungkook lent you, but your legs are freezing out here. And it’s weird. Super weird. To stand out here, facing a different version of yourself. There are so many similarities. But then there are differences. Her hair is long. She looks fresh. You don’t think you look that fresh. She looks mature, like she should. She is a CEO while you’re still a college student figuring your shit out. If you have time, you can make a long list of your similarities and differences. But beyond being weird, you feel sacred. Like a student got caught doing something illegal. In front of the principal. Ready to be expelled from the school. Your heart is pounding. Mouth is still dry. Feel that shame and guilt on your shoulders. Heavy.

“Isn’t this nice, to meet another version of yourself? I’m intrigued. It’s a shame that my boyfriend kept you a secret from me, isn’t it? I wanna know everything about you, I bet you know everything about me after you fooled everyone pretending to be me?” Liya softly speaks first. Directly into the topic without any pleasantries. And she speaks softly, yes, but the harsh undertone isn’t hidden. The accusatory tone. Oh, you shouldn’t let her get to you.

“It’s not that we had any other choice.” You croak.

“We?” She snickers. “You mean, you and my boyfriend? You’ve teamed up?” Quirks her brow. She is fucking intimidating.

“No, not like that. We had no other─”

“No yeah, I get it.” She sweetly states. For a moment you really think she gets it. But then she continues. “You had no other options, yes. But you could’ve said no when you were invited to a party on my behalf.” Shrugs. “That’s okay, though. Not that you can change it. I’m pretty sure you had no ill intentions. Right?” Smiles. You gulp. “You just helped uh…a friend?” Twists her mouth as she looks to her right. At the restaurant. You follow her actions, meeting everyone’s eyes on you through the glass walls. They all immediately turn around, pretending to be minding their own business. Then two people still don’t. Jimin and Jungkook. They keep their eyes on you. You turn around. Paying your attention back to Liya.

“I don’t think I understand your point.” Say weakly. Liya shifts her gaze onto you as well. Chuckles.

“Yeah? Okay then let’s cut the bullshit and get to the point. What I’m trying to say is that you and my boyfriend wasted your time here.” Her calmed expression morphs into something serious. Angered even.  “I don’t know what you did or not. I’m completely in the dark here, I can’t remember anything, where I was during all those times, what I did, nothing. I can only piece things together from here and there. From what Jimin told me and what I can hear from these people. And then I felt that pain too; I felt it back at our apartment and now. Had to hide it because nobody’ll believe in a twin telepathy now, would they?” Sighs. “Listen, I really don’t want to be the enemy of myself... like... you know... you’re me...” She gestures between you two. You try to say something. She doesn’t let you. “I really don’t know what’s happening and maybe I don’t care, all I care is that you’ve messed with my life for too long. I talked with Seong, heard about these couple times when you managed my business for me. Thank You. But I want you to understand that this is not your life and if this pain means anything, and if I have picked up the pieces correctly, you’re not supposed to be here.” It sounds like a question.

“I- I…” You start, not knowing what you should say.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen, I think my assumptions are correct, before you and I met you weren’t in pain. Then now we both are. But you’re in more pain than me and I’m guessing that’s because this is my life, not yours. So, maybe we can’t share this life, which mean you need to go back. I really don’t want another version of me in my life. Besides, even though you’re the one in most pain, I don’t want to risk it. Look, I don’t think you really tried all these times. To stop this or to find a way.”

“That’s not true. You weren’t here to see that.” You finally manage to get something out. Because she is getting on your nerves. She chuckles again. Or scoffs. Sounds like sweet venom.

“I wasn’t now, was I? But you’re still here, messing things up. And that pain─” She points at your chest. “─tells me, you can’t keep going. So, here’s the deal, I just helped you. Or more like I’ve given you some time, but I don’t think that’s a permanent solution. You’re still in pain, aren’t you? You don’t have much time it seems, so, just use the time I brought you to do everything you can to stop this. I’m telling you this because I believe this entire thing is on you. You are the one who remember everything and lived two lives. If it was on me, I would’ve stopped this a long ago.” Looks you dead in the eye. “I hope you understand what I’m telling. That’s the point I want you to understand. I helped you, now it’s your turn to help me. Go back. Quickly. Nobody wants you here.” With that, she turns on her heel. Stepping inside back. You just stand there. Frozen. For a moment before you pull it together. Almost trip over a rock as you follow behind her hurriedly.

“Wait! How did you know that I wanted my own identity.” Stop her in her track. She only turns slightly toward you.

“I didn’t, I just guessed. After hearing you were doing just fine before you met me, I guessed that might be the case.” Turns fully to face you. “You know what? Maybe we are not the same because I use my brain all the time. It’s your time to use yours now.” Smiles at you so affectionately. Yet makes you shiver. She is threating you. Simple. Just the way she made you her twin she can make you Liya again. Can put you in that pain again. You have one option and one only. You need to leave.

…………………………….

You watch in silence when your friends, or their friends start to trail off one by one.

Taehyung bends down to your height to take a good look at your face. Is obviously drunk. Hiccups. Whistles.

“Can’t be-lieeevee this shi-shit.” Slurs.

“What? What can’t you believe?” Jungkook shows the drunk man away from your face.

“She looks exactly like Liya.”

“Yeah? That’s how twins work man.” Jungkook snorts.

“No…. No, no, no. Th-this is di-fffrent. What I’m saying isss, you─” Taehyung points a wavering finger at you. “are… Liya.” Oh, he is too drunk. How the events have turned. “It was you who hugged me though right. She’ll ne-never, never do that.” Straightens up to look at Liya. You want Taehyung to stop this. Some people have already left. Yoongi being the first to wish goodbye. Asked you not to die. Then he was followed by a red-faced Seokjin and of course, equally drunk J. Now Namjoon is ushering Hoseok inside a taxi.

Your eyes stop on Jimin and Liya. He didn’t ask you about what Liya told you. Liya didn’t really give you a time to do that. Has been practically glued to Jimin’s side ever since you returned inside. Or Jimin didn’t try to talk to you. He hasn’t made any efforts after all. Can you blame him? That’s where he should be.

Jungkook was your company since then. It looks like you’re spending the night on his couch again. You sigh sneakily. There’s a heaviness inside you. Feelings you can’t fathom. You feel something burn inside you every time you catch Liya and Jimin. He catches your eyes here and there. Only to look away and that was that. Well, that’s where he should be but then he asked you to stay. Said he wants Liya to have a normal life but still want you here. Does it matter now? Things have changed. You’re in pain. And there’s a deal you and Liya made. Or a deal she forced upon you. You never agreed but you’ve no other options either. It’s a do or die situation. You snap your eyes to Jungkook, who abruptly gets to his feet. Jungkook drags Taehyung away.

“Okay, that’s your call.” Shows the cab just halted in front of the building. Seoyeon gets to her feet as well. Wishes goodbye to Liya. Gives you a tight-lipped smile. “You’re fucking harassing her.” You hear Jungkook mumbles to Taehyung as they are stepping outside. And Taehyung saying something incoherent in return.

Great, now you’re alone. Just with Jimin and Liya. Yoona is nowhere to be found.

“We should leave too baby. I didn’t drink. I’ll drive.” Liya softly says to Jimin as she stands up. Fuck, your heart sinks. Why’s this? Why do you feel so hurt. Jimin’s eyes nervously land on you. You avoid that gaze. “C’mon.” Liya urges him. For moment it looks like he might stay behind. Talk to you. Say something that’ll sooth your heart. Then of course, it’s a wishful thinking. Says nothing when he gets to his feet. Gives you a lingering, and longing look. Slowly follows Liya. Leaves.

You watch through the glass walls. He looks back few times. Then is getting inside the car. You watch Liya rev the car. Pulls out. Watch she drives away. With Jimin. Watch Jimin leaves with the person he should. Fuck, you’re hurting. Fuck, you feel like screaming. Screaming him to stay. You don’t. Just stay put. Gulping down the lump inside your throat.

It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine. Maybe this is that second chance you get. To do everything right. You can make it right. Will leave Jimin and Liya to live their life peacefully. Right? Like Liya said, nobody wants you here. Not even Jimin. He was probably asked you to stay under the influence of his own emotions. Good orgasm. Now he’ll see clearly. And when he does that, he won’t want you here.

It’s not him who should make things right. It’s you. And you’ll do it.

Make It Right.

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[literaila]

hey!! What would you say happened after they said ily to each other, like the process of them going to bed after satoru patched up reader, just lying on bed and talking, little kisses etc etc 🥺

“say it back.”

you laugh. your smile is impenetrable. it’s like somebody came and plastered it to your face. “you’re making a bold assumption here, satoru.”

satoru leans towards you. he’s also smiling. “please?”

“mmm…”

“c’mon,” he kisses the tip of your nose.

“i guess i love you too.”

“you guess?”

“well, you’re not an easy man to love.”

“says the woman who i just stitched up on the kitchen counter. it’s probably stained, you know.”

“you offered!”

“but don’t i deserve a reward?”

you offer a measly hand, just by the side of your face. “fist bump?”

satoru throws his head back, but he’s still smiling when he taps his fist to yours, and then wraps an arm around your back so he can slide you off of the counter. “bed?”

“okay. i need to change though.”

“yeah yeah.”

satoru leans you both to his room, you in front, taking his cue with both of his hands on your shoulders.

“wait here,” he says, pushing you towards the bed.

“satoru, i need my—“

“what do you think i’m doing?”

you raise a brow.

“going to get your pajamas,” he adds, with a push of his hand as you lay down on his sheets.

“okay. but don’t grab the stupid plaid short things that you got me for my birthday. i’m returning those.”

“that was a good gift!”

“it’s basically a swimsuit. no way in hell am i sleeping in that.”

“if you’re sleeping next to me, it’s basically heaven.”

you just roll your eyes. and then close them. you really are pretty tired—your side throbs and even though you kind of want to live in this moment forever, you also want to forget all of this.

satoru taps your leg. you cant see him smiling down at you, but you can practically feel it. “be right back.”

“pick something comfy.”

“sure thing.”

you lay there and wait, replaying his words in your mind like they’re going to disappear.

really, you’ve always known. since you were a teenager, at least. before you knew anything about the world or the sort of fate that would design your family.

and you’ve learned a lot about love since you were sixteen, but you never quite got the hang of letting satoru go. you could never fully convince yourself that it wasn’t there—that you didn’t feel that.

at least now it’s paid off.

the pain, and fighting, and desperately clinging to megumi and tsumiki like without them satoru couldn’t be anything to you—

it’s so strange how simply that was all wiped away. just by the look on satoru’s face, the pure sincerity in his voice.

you almost fall asleep to the record of him saying i love you.

but then there’s a body standing between your legs, hands grabbing onto your arms to pull you up.

“hey,” satoru says. “not yet. you can’t fall asleep in bloody clothes.”

“but i’m so tired,” you whine.

“should’ve thought about that before you got yourself mutilated.”

you open one eye, looking at him. he’s still smiling. “you’re supposed to be nice to the person you’re in love with, you know.”

“you should take your own advice.” he lifts your destroyed shirt off of your body, shaking his head.

“i’m nice to you!”

“you let megumi hide my house keys the other day.”

“maybe i just love megumi more than you.”

“impossible,” satoru grins at you, slipping a loose cotton shirt onto your body—you don’t fail to notice that it’s his. “i’m irresistible.”

“keep telling yourself that, hun.”

“you know you admitted it earlier, right? you’re not going to try to pretend that the blood loss made you do it?”

you roll your eyes, leaning into his chest as he takes your pants off for you. “you’re sure something.”

“handsome?”

“crazy.”

“for you, maybe.”

“hurry up, satoru, i’m sleepy.”

and so he slips on some sweatpants, not even bothering to make a sly comment—at least he’s got some respect for you.

satoru pushes you over to your side of the bed, pulling down the covers for you. “get in. do you want to take some tylenol before you sleep?”

he moves to go grab some after you’re all covered up.

“no,” you try to grab at his hands. “c’mon.”

“i’m just going to get you a glass of water, then. i’ll be right back—“

“no. sleep. you’re tired.”

satoru wipes at a spot on your face. “am i?”

“yes.”

he sighs, looks to the door like he might be able to escape, and then back to you. “okay, fine. but you can’t complain to me in the morning.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. come cuddle.”

“aww, you want to cuddle with me?”

“not if you’re going to be mean,” you pout at him, and satoru just laughs, slipping off his shirt and flicking the lamp off.

and then he gets in the bed with you, wrapping a leg around yours, carefully. “okay?” he asks.

“yes,” you turn so your head is on his shoulder, and satoru sneaks an arm under your neck.

“does it hurt now?”

“little.”

“okay. tomorrow we can ask shoko if—“

“shhh, sleeping.”

you can feel satoru’s body shake as he laughs again. “alright, i’m sleeping.”

you nod and push your nose into him.

this boy. this boy that you’re in love with.

it’s a blissful kind of pain, being here with him. knowing that none of it has been a lie, that you’re going to stick with him until he manages to push you away.

“satoru?” you ask, body burning, eyes puffy and closed.

“yeah?”

“i love you.”

“you guess?”

“no,” you poke his side with a finger. “i know.”

“yeah, i know too.”

he kisses the top of your head and you fall asleep to the feeling.

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Stalker X Stalker AU - Manipulative! Kim Seungmin/Stockholm Syndrome Gender Neutral! Reader

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You sighed, scrolling through your messages. It seems like months since any of your friends checked up on you. Every single message was getting read, but they weren't replying. You chewed on your bottom lip. Anxiety filling your thoughts for the past week at the possibility of not being needed anymore. You tried to call, but it instantly went to voicemail. Your finger hovered above a number, one you knew would pick up.

The phones rang, his name etched on your screen, "Hello, sweetheart," he said, waiting for your call. You gulped, "Hey, Min. Are you free tonight?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Seungmin chuckled, "I'm free anytime you need me. Do you want me over, precious? I can bring your favourite snacks," he suggested, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you. "If you don't mind," you murmured, scared of losing the only person left in your life.

Seungmin cooed, "Don't worry too much, sweetheart. I'll be there," he said, hanging up the call. You gulped, calling your friends once more, a slither of hope left in your heart. The phone call instantly got sent to voicemail once again. Your lips wobbled at the distressing realization, 'Did I do something wrong?' 'Was I too hyper?' 'Was I too quiet?' You thought, your head spiralling at the infinite of assumptions.

You sniffled, waiting for Seungmin to help distract you from the heavy ache in your chest. You curled up and hugged your pillow close, "Hurry," you whispered, hoping for Seungmin to arrive quickly. The front door opened, and you perked up, "What took you so long?" You sniffled, going towards him. Seungmin stroked your hair, "Aww, did you miss me that much, precious? I bought your snacks and candy," he chuckled, giving you a firm squeeze.

You snuggled into his hold, "I don't know what's happening, Min. No one is answering my texts or my calls. It's like my number went out of service, but for some reason, I can contact you. I really don't know what to do," you sniffled, clinging onto his shirt. Seungmin held you close, a smug grin etched on his lips, "You poor little thing, you shouldn't have to feel neglected. If I'm the only number that works then call me or text me as often as you want, sweetheart," he said, tucking his chin over your head just so that you don't notice his sinister smirk.

You shrunk into yourself, "Wouldn't I be a bother? I don't want to burden you with the responsibility of picking up my calls," you murmured, tilting your head to rest your ear against his heart. Seungmin cooed, rubbing your shoulders, "It would be an honour, precious. I appreciate every call and text you send. Don't think too much about it," he whispered, rocking you in his arms. You sighed in relief, "Thank you, Seung," you whispered, melting in his hold.

Months go by, and your hope of your friends contacting you back slowly dwindles over time. Your days were filled with hobbies, work or school, and Seungmin. It started as an appreciation. You were thankful that he came through during your time of need. Then he started being more involved in your life. More inclusive in what you do. Every call, every text would be for him.

Every stroke of your hands grazing yourself during pent-up times would be of him. Every lustful imagination that makes your underwear messy would be of him. You didn't know if you were just horny from convenience or because you genuinely had feelings for him. You always felt Seungmin distance himself from you when you cuddled up on the couch. It was like he was hesitating or borderline uncomfortable.

You didn't want to scare him away. He was all you had. He was all you needed. He can't leave you now. He's everything. You rocked your hips on your pillow, lust, and haze, coaxing your mind from the sheer desperation you feel for him. You wanted his hands on your shoulders, tummy, chest, crotch, and legs. You needed him everywhere.

"Hah, ah, Seungmin, mmh, hah," you moaned, sweat beading your forehead as you rut your hips against the fluffy pillow. Your slick stained the casing without resistance. Your lust fogged your brain so much that you didn't even notice the man of your infatuation standing right before you. Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, a crazed smile etched on his face. It worked, and his deliberate and insane plan worked.

He chuckled, startling you out of your haze. Your breath hitched, "Min, I can explain," you said, terrified of losing him. Seungmin crossed his arms, "What's there to explain, sweetheart. You were rutting your little pillow, moaning my name," he said, gently reaching out to brush your hair back. You gulped, staring up at him with guilt and pity, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you sniffled, leaning into his touch.

Seungmin cooed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "You need me, don't you? I've seen how hard you clutch your plush every night. I've seen how you crave warmth, my dear. I'm right here to provide, I can give you everyone you desire. All you have to do is be mine," he whispered, his voice tempting and husky.

You nodded vigorously, gripping his shirt, "You want me, you actually want me? I can be yours, I'll be good. I journaled everything you gave me. Please love me. I'll give in, just don't leave," you rambled, burying your face into his torso. Seungmin brushed his finger below your chin and tilted it upwards, "You, my sweetheart. Are never going to be alone ever again," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

NFSW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmjn growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cunt. You mewled, stretching your tight searing cunt open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your cunt.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy clit with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your cunt fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft between your folds, "Good girl. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against your clit with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good girl and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

You cried out whenever his hips smacked against your thighs. The pain and pleasure drew you over the edge with a broken sob. Seungmin sucked in through his teeth, coating your torso white with his orgasm. He licked down your calves, his lips never leaving your skin, "There's no going back now, sweetheart. You're only for me," he chuckled, staring down at your blissed out face with a prideful smirk.

AMAB

"Did I tell you to stop," Seungmin growled, pumping his cock within his fist. The crude squelching sent shivers straight to your pulsing cock. You mewled, stretching your tight searing hole open with a glass dildo. The sight was mind numbing. Seungmin groaned, stroking his cock in sync with your thrusts, "Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop until you come," he grunted, watching your thighs quiver from the constant pleasure assaulting your hole.

You angled the dildo, letting the tip pound against your sensitive bundles of nerves as you teased your puffy cockhead with your nails. The swollen gland barely gotten any stimulation but it was just enough for you to orgasm. Seungmin groaned, gripping the base of his cock as your body spasmed through your climax. Your hole fluttered around the glass dildo, hot puffs of steam surrounded your warm hole.

Seungmin chuckled, standing up to slap his shaft against yours , "Good boy. Your moans are so precious, sweetheart," he said, rubbing your trembling inner thighs. You clenched around the dildo, tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. Seungmin hooked his arms under your legs. He placed them both on his left shoulder, "So wet and messy. I don't even need lube to thrust between your thighs," he growled, easily bucking his hips between your supple flesh.

His cock felt so good against you. The constant friction plus the glass dildo cooling within your searing ribbed walls made your mind spin. Seungmin bit his bottom lip, his thrusts relentless and rough. You whimpered as his testicle slapped against yours with every thrust, "Close, close, hah," you mewled, clawing the sheets below. Seungmin bit your calves, marking them as he used your thighs to his own pleasure, "Cum for me, be a good boy and cum," he growled, pounding between your thighs.

You cried out whenever his hips smacked against your thighs. The pain and pleasure drew you over the edge with a broken sob. Seungmin sucked in through his teeth, coating your torso white with his orgasm. He licked down your calves, his lips never leaving your skin, "There's no going back now, sweetheart. You're only for me," he chuckled, staring down at your blissed out face with a prideful smirk.

[dezznuggz]

The Parents Of the Friend Group |PART 2

Steve Harrington × reader

~moments where you and Steve do in fact argue like a married couple and moments where it clearly shows and proves how Steve is the mom and you are the dad.

Warning: mentions of the upside down, mentions of S2, S3, S4. A little emotional at the end, still slight bullying of Steve, mentions of possible death, use of y/n, reader pronouns she/her

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Fall of 1984:

Your plan was to go on a date with some new guy and go home debating whether or not 'he could be the one' but your plans drastically changed when an anxious Dustin bangs on your door like a maniac. "Y/N! OPEN UP! HURRY! OPEN UP!" was the noise you kept hearing on the other side of your door that caused you to rush out of worry and swing open the door for the frantic kid. "OH MY GOD, what? What is it?" You say in a little annoyed tone but also in a little bit of a relief seeing that at least one of your many kids isn't hurt.

"We gotta go, fast and NOW!" Dustin practically screams at you before dragging you by your arm and out of your house. "Woah dude I can't, I have a date. He's already on his way" you say trying to resist and pull away from Dustin's hold, "I'm telling you right now y/n your plans can wait cause this is 10× more important than you making out with some guy" Dustin says still not letting go of you and dragging you out of your front porch. Dustin then halts in his tracks, "wait a date? I thought you and Steve had a thing going on?" Dustin says with a little bit of a disappointed tone, "what NO, never, we never and WILL never have a thing going on are you kidding!" You say trying to defend yourself from the stupid assumption that Dustin made about you and Steve. "Are you sure, cause every time I'm with y'all, you guys won't stop giving each other googly eyes" Dustin says which caused you to set your arm free and walk away, "you know what Dustin, call steve for this one, I already have plans and they're not going to be destroyed cause of some stupid joke you wanna pull on me!" You say loud enough for Dustin to hear as you walk off and head towards your house. "Okay okay I'm sorry but this is really important I won't say anything bad again" Dustin apologizes and pleads for you to come with him, "I don't wanna hear anything that will annoy me come out of your mouth do you understand me?" You say as you point a finger at his face, "yes I understand" Dustin says quietly, "I'm sorry what'd you say?" You say as you purposely try to prove a point that you're the one that's in control right now.

"I said I understand y/n now can we get going" Dustin whines and begs so you just let him grab your wrist and lead you to wherever you need to be.

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Here you were standing behind Dustin with an annoyed face and crossed arms, "son of a bitch, you know you're really no help" Dustin says in an annoyed and frustrated tone as he walks off which left me standing in front of mr.wheeler, "you outta put soap in that boys mouth, he's too young to be using that typa language" he says as he points a disciplined finger at you, "wont happen again i swear, its just he gets it from his mother" you say politely as you also walk off and follow Dustin.

"are those for Mr and ms.wheeler?"

No?- HEY!"

You heard Dustin and Steve talking but then Steve goes quiet as he sees you not so far behind Dustin, "what is she doing here? And why are you wearing a skirt?" Steve asks as he points at you and looks you up and down, "I don't know what I'm doing here, he just dragged me along" you say while raising your arms and dropping them dramatically. "Do you still have the bat?" Dustin asks Steve which causes Steve to break his stare from you in a skirt, "what bat?" Steve asks still trying to process what's going on, "the one with the nails Steve!?" Dustin says as he gets frustrated at Steve for being slow. "Ye-yeah I have it, it's in the trunk, what do you need it for?" Steve asks as he slowly catches on to Dustin's attitude and he's not liking any bit of it. "I'll explain everything in the car, HURRY UP!" Dustin says growing even more frustrated at Steve's slow movements, "okay Jesus dude, wait hey get in the back" Steve stops Dustin before he can sit in the front, "wha-?" Dustin gets cut off by a hand pulling his shoulder, "you heard him now get in the back" you say as you push him aside and sit in the front seat but not without hearing Dustin grumble about something.

After Dustin explains what he needs us for, he also gets in a little argument with Steve for not believing him, "how do I know it's not a lizard?"

"yeah how do you know it's not a lizard?!"

"because it's face opens up and ate my cat!!" Dustin says loudly which causes you and Steve to go quiet not knowing what to exactly say to that. The silence gets too much for you so you decided to break it, "what were you doing at the wheelers with flowers?" You ask Steve while looking at him, "umm...I don't even know man" Steve says while avoiding eyes contact but you can read and see through Steve, you know he's lying, "don't tell me they're for Nancy" you say and the only response you got back was a quiet sigh, "oh dude I told you not to apologize to her, it's gonna make everything worse" you complain to Steve for his actions, "okay I'm sorry but one simple apology wouldn't hurt you know and I was a little bit of in the wrong!" Steve says while trying to defend himself, "except it might hurt", you say and although it does sound a little harsh, it's the only way that your words are able to go through Steve's small little brain. "Okay alright I get it but why are you in a skirt?" Steve asks in need of changing the subject so he doesn't look stupid in front of Dustin. "Oh um....I had a date" you say hesitantly, "oh really with who?" Steve asks wanting to know who the 'lucky guy' was, "...um... Aiden.." you say quietly but not quite enough for Steve to not hear, "AIDEN?! The one I play basketball with!?" Steve says very loudly just for clarification. "Yea but he seemed really nice and he was gonna pay for dinner tonight so I couldn't say no" you say trying to calm Steve down.

"oh my God that dudes a total meat head, Aiden T, we're talking about Aiden T right? The one that chews with his mouth open. THAT'S THE ONE YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH?!" Steve yells as he tries to make a point that Aiden just isn't the right guy, "yes Steve that Aiden and he doesn't chew with his mouth open, he just chews loudly" you say mostly to not change your perspective of Aiden, "he's nice to every girl, trust me when I say this but he's just not the guy that you think he is"

"Jesus Steve you're just saying that because you had beef with him in like 7th grade, you're gonna have to get over it you know"

"that is not the reason I don't want you going out with him okay, first of all he only washes his hair once a week and second he doesn't brush his teeth, all he eats is mint gum."

"blah blah blah, Steve I can't hear you!" You say as you try to end the argument with Steve. Aiden might not be the ideal guy but it would atleast be fun to just play with him you know. With you making noises to block out Steve and Steve trying to talk over your noises it has Dustin let out his opinion, "I thought you guys liked each other" Dustin says loud enough for you and Steve to go quiet, "omg not again." You let out a groan and roll your eyes, "what not again, what are you talking about Dustin?" Steve asks now wanting to know why it causes you with such a dramatic reaction. "I'm just saying..." ,

"Dustin don't say it-"

"I thought you guys liked each other or something I don't know" Dustin says while completely ignoring your attempts to stop him from letting out his opinion. "That's so stupid henderson you know that" Steve says which causes Dustin wanting to prove his point more, "it's not stupid actually, I mean everyone thought you guys liked each other. Steve is always protective with you, y/n and she always defends you when you're not around. " Dustin once again had everyone in the car go quiet, Steve kept looking over at you to see your reaction but it's kinda hard to read your facial expression if you're covering your whole face out of embarrassment.

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Summer of 1985:

Dustin has practically called himself the match maker. With the conversation that you, Dustin, and Steve had back in fall, it kinda made you and Steve snap into the fact that you guys in fact like each other. Now with you and Steve together, you guys became inseparable. The kids found it cute for only a short time period until they kept walking in on you and Steve having alone time. Sometimes the kids would cockblock and join in on y'all's dates or sometimes they would call out of nowhere and ask for a pick up or drop off.

With Steve now working as an ice cream scooper at the new mall that just opened up, it was better for the kids to get through the movies without paying and today was one of those days. "Have a nice day" Steve calls out to the mom and her kid that just ordered ice cream before zooming to the back of the shop and telling Robin it's her break time. "Robin your turn to be up front I'm on break" Steve says frantically as he collapse his lips on your, "aw dude let me get out before you start making out..gross" Robin says as she walks out with a disgusted face.

"I missed you so much"

"you saw me an hour ago"

"I know, tell me about it" Steve says as he kisses all over your face which causes you to giggle and before Steve can kiss you on the lips again, y'all get disturbed by the sound of the bell on the front desk running non-stop. "Hey dinguses, your children are here" Robin calls out from the front also annoyed by the constant ringing of a bell. "Again seriously?" Steve says as he opens the little window of the shop to see the kids, "hi kids", you say in a cheery tone while popping your head out from behind Steve. You then open the back door for the kids to pass by and they all say hi to you before Mike makes a joke about your lipstick being smeared. "If anyone finds out-"

"we're dead!" The kids cut Steve off cause this isn't the first time that Steve tries to discipline the kids for how they're using Steve, "have fun" you say loud enough for the kids to hear, which they respond back with a wave to show that they heard you, "Jesus those kids are smart and all but they sure don't know how to say thank you" Steve says before walking back into the back room and sitting on the table, "they're just kids, they'll appreciate you one day" you say trying to cool down Steve from officially putting a stop to the kids ability of free movie access "I know but a little 'thank you Steve you're the best' wouldn't hurt you know" Steve says with a pout on his face, "aww don't get pouty now Stevie, they do say thank you just not to you" you tell Steve in a mocking baby voice and squeezing his cheeks as if he was a little boy. "Jesus stop" Steve says as he laughs a little.

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Spring of 1986:

Nothing can compare to how you feel right now. With finding out that max is cursed, it completely has your whole blood run cold. The kids have dealt with multiple death experiences but this one is just max being on a thin line of death. It worries you to be honest, in fact it scares you. You don't wanna show that you're scared or freaking out cause you don't wanna scare the kids or Steve. So you try your best to keep it together for the sake of max and the kids.

Robin and Nancy are out getting information about this vecna creeps while you, Lucas, Steve, and Dustin are sat on the couch staring at the back of Max's head as she writes down God knows what. "I can feel y'all eyes boring into the back of my skull", max says which causes everyone to look away, you then started picking at your nails as if they needed to be fixed (they are doing perfectly fine). Max then walks in front of y'all with envelopes in her hands but no one looks at her in fear that they might make her uncomfortable with their stares, "you can look at me now" max says as if it was common sense, "thank you" "sorry" "yea sorry", was the response she got from them. She then hands everyone an envelope with their names on it but before she gave you your envelope, she hesitates and says thank you before giving it to you which leads to you being confused.

You and max both turn your heads when y'all hear the boys about to rip open the paper but completely stop when max tells them to. "Don't open it now, it's for later" max says quietly but that leads Lucas confused "later for what?" Lucas asks max, "just in case things don't end well or if I don't make it, I want y'all to read it until after" max says which causes you to feel sad and heartbroken and before you can say anything Lucas tells max that we're going to get through this together but that doesn't convince max, not after what she heard happened to the other people who were cursed just like her.

You zone out with your thoughts racing around your head until you see max walk towards Dustin's walkie talkie, "do you think this can reach till east Hawkins?", Max's question leads Steve to being confused, "why are we talking about east Hawkins?" Steve says while looking around but stops when he sees you have a sour expression on your face, this lets Steve know that it's another idea that he's gonna disapprove of, "oh no..no...No!" Steve says in an attempt to stop any new ideas to come in.

That didn't stop max as she speed walked out of the wheelers basement with everyone trying to catch up to her. Steve was practically running after her while complaining her ear off about not letting her go, "if you think I'm going to spend what is likely my last days in the armpit of Mike wheeler's basement then you're out of your mind" max says while still walking away from Steve (who looked back at you and the kids waiting for someone to butt in), "so you can either take me where I need to be or tie me down which is technically kidnapping of a minor and i swear to god steve if i live to see another day, i will prosecute" max stops Infront of Steve's car trying to open the door but seeing that it's locked, "open the door" max says demanding Steve "uh no" Steve says while still flabbergasted at max, "I know a good lawyer" max says while raising her eyebrows as if shes challenging Steve to go against her.

"woah okay let's calm down now guys" you finally step in. The kids practically walk all over Steve and it never usually ends with Steve's idea but instead it ends with the kids idea which is weird mostly knowing that Steve is older than them. With the kids knowing that they are able to take full control over Steve, it takes you to step in and put a stop to everything. "Alright let's talk about it and no one's calling any lawyers alright?", you say as you step in the middle of the little stating contest that max and Steve were having. "Max I totally understand where you're coming from but this is a life or death situation so we can't just wander around when your life is on the line. Okay I know that sounds bad but it's true and you're scared and we're all scared but I would rather prefer you staying in the Wheelers basement than leaving and going out in the public where anything can happen. So trust me when I say this but it's better to be safe than sorry" you finish your ramble as you step in front of Steve to show that your full attention is on max and that you're not taking anyone's side. Max doesn't say anything but instead she stares into your eyes. You don't wanna give in but staring into Max's eyes is like staring into a kicked puppy's eyes and you're currently trying not to give up but instead stand your ground. You couldn't stare into the eyes of a girl who you practically called a daughter and not feel guilty for not letting her go out on her (most likely) last days.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh then turn to Dustin, "Henderson...that super walkie talkie thing of your better reach to Penhurst" you say as you move to the other side of Steve's car and open the door to get in the front seat, "woah what!?!?" Steve says while being confused on how you went from going with him, to against him. "Babe I'm not on anyone's side alright just take her there and we'll come right back, promise" you say as you finally sit down in the front seat, "no one listens to me, THEY NEVER LISTEN TO ME!" Steve complains as he starts the car.

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Everyone had one hell of a day. Everyone was rather overwhelmed or exhausted from the shit they saw, dealt, or heard in the last 12 hours. Everyone was ready to call it a day and go to sleep but with max almost dying there had to be someone watching her, even if she was asleep. You volunteered to go first mostly cause you weren't sleepy at knowing that max could've died in front of y'all in just the matter of minutes. You stayed up for God knows how long until you started getting sleepy so you tell Dustin to take over night watch he complained for a little bit until he went quite seeing that you were stressed out and tired.

You went asleep on a chair that was way too uncomfortable with Steve having his body lean on the chair that you were sleeping on. You were woken up by the sound of someone calling for Dustin, "hello Dustin?!? Earth to Dustin!!??" The voice was coming for Dustin's walkie talkie thing, you got up carefully to make sure you didn't hit Steve or anyone without making noise. "Hey its me y/n what happened?" You asked still half asleep, "oh thank God, hey uh you think you guys can make a food delivery, I mean unless y'all want me to go out there and-" Eddie gets cut off by you, "no don't do that, we'll come by sometime today" you say as you look around the room to make sure everyone is okay but your heart drops to your stomach as you see the couch empty. max is supposed to be asleep on the couch.

"...cause you know a 6 pack could really cool my nerves right now-" you once again cut Eddie off by telling him you have to go, "wait wait don't go wa-!" You shut off the walkie talkie thing and immediately went to wake up Dustin. "Dustin, Dustin!" You say try saying loud enough for only Dustin to hear while also shaking him awake. Dustin eventually wakes up confused and looking around trying to figure out why you're working him up. "What- what happened?"

"were you the last one to night watch!?"

"yea why?"

Then where is she?!" You say impatiently with Dustin not taking a hint about what you're trying to find out of him. "She's right there-....well she was right there just a second ago" Dustin says before taking a look at his watch "I swear I was only asleep for......an hour" Dustin says with a long pause which causes you to let out a frustrated groan with how reckless Dustin became. You grab Dustin's ear and drag him up the stairs in a rush due to the feeling of worry and panic since a lot can happen in just one hour. Relief washes over you and Dustin as you see max at the dining table with holly while listening to music and coloring. After reassuring Ms Wheeler that everything's okay, "you know I think it's so cute that you guys decide to stick together while everything's going on right now" Ms Wheeler says with a jolly tone that is so heartwarming but mr.wheeler makes a dry and rude remark that ended with me walking to max and Dustin asking for some food.

"may I?" Dustin asks as he moves closer toward the pile of freshly made pancakes, "of course go ahead, you guys know you're very much welcome here" Ms Wheeler says as she gives Dustin a clean plate for him to get breakfast, "of course you guys are like family" Dustin responds to Ms Wheeler while adding some pancakes onto his plate, "sure why dont you take for all we're worth" mr.wheeler says in a very much sarcastic tone but that encouraged dustin instead of stopping him. "Thank you" Dustin says with a gummy smile and adds more pancakes to his plate, "Dustin!" You call his name before he grabs another pair of pancakes but instead he takes out 2 pancakes from his plate and puts them back in the original pile after you give him a look to act right, "sorry about that, he gets that from his mother" you say while smiling sweetly at mr and ms.wheeler hoping that you innocent look makes Dustin's actions acceptable.

Dustin sat down and started eating his pancake with his hand which you completely gave a disgusted look and gave him a napkin and a fork that was near Holly's plate. While you and max discuss what she saw when she was in a trance at the graveyard then Dustin decided to butt in, "maybe you infiltrated his mind just like how he did with yours" with Dustin's statement it made you think how that is a possible answer, "like freddy Kruger's boiler room" Dustin mentions and it caused holly to wonder who freddy Kruger was, "he's this super burned up guy with knifes as hands, and he kills people in their dreams-" you cut dustin off from continuing, "Dustin...she's a kid" you say the last part through gritted teeth and gave him a look to cut it out, "it's a movie, he's not real" Dustin says after looking at you for approval to make sure that his excuse to not scare holly was good enough.

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Two days later:

Everyone came back alive but mostly injured really badly. With max in the most critical condition Lucas didn't help the wheeler family pack up as he preferred staying at the hospital with max. Everyone evacuated Hawkins so people started packing their stuff up and leaving as fast as they could. You and everyone else were helping put boxes in Nancy's car when Ms Wheeler said something made you and Dustin perk up, "who ordered pizza?" You and Dustin looked up real fast mostly out of hunger but also out of confusion. Y'all see a pizza truck honk and pull up in front of y'all then see El, Mike, Will, and Jonathan get out of the car.

El runs into your arms as you start tearing up with joy. You then break the hug and look at El fully and correctly to see that she looks different from the last time you saw her, "oh my God what happened to your hair", you say while laughing to prevent your tears spilling out your eyes, "what happened to your face?" El says with a both worry and joking tone, "some type of monster beat my ass" you say laughing and going back to hugging El.

Steve was watching from afar with the most cheeky smile spread across his face. Seeing how happy you are when you're around the kids even if you don't say it often but you love them and you would do anything for them to be happy. With Steve seeing how welcoming and happy you are with the kids, it gets him excited about his future with you.

Request me more ideas and I hope you enjoyed it.

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prompt: assumptions (warnings: omegaverse) | ao3

Of course Ace had realized that when he re-met Sabo they were already past puberty and thus had already presented. 

He and Sabo were in sync in everything when they were younger- fighting, eating, protecting and providing for Luffy, why would he assume that presenting would be any different? Ace had presented as an alpha on his sixteenth birthday and spent the time before sailing away being taught manners and decorum by Makino. When he miraculously met up with his presumed dead other half, he automatically assumed that because he was an alpha, Sabo would be too. 

It backhands Ace in the face that he’s wrong when Sabo drops by one night on the Moby, looking tired and triumphant, sheepishly asking to crash with Ace for a bit before he has to head back to the Revs. What was Ace going to say, no? 

So here Ace is, standing like a tool in the middle of his own room as Sabo strips down to his under things, he rips off the scent patches at his neck and wrist throwing them into the waste bin next to the small desk Ace has, throwing one of Ace’s barely used shirts over himself to sleep in. He sits down on Ace’s bed to start peeling at the scent patches on his inner thighs. Ace can’t stop staring at them. When they’re taken off Ace probably makes a sound because Sabo immediately turns to look at him.

Ace’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth. He opens his mouth and has to immediately swallow, Sabo’s scent starting to permeate through the air of his room. He forgets what he was going to say. He doesn’t know if he was going to say anything at all.

“I didn’t know you were an omega.”

Sabo blinks up at him. “Is that a problem?”

“What-No! Don’t be stupid it’s fine, you’re fine, you don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be! I just,” Ace pauses, not sure how to continue, not sure how to voice out I should have known because you should have been with us when you presented and you smell like everything I’ve ever wanted. 

Sabo’s always known how to read him though and time hasn’t changed that. He stares up at Ace for a moment before his lips quirk up at the side into a playful close lipped, knowing smile that Ace knows wants to be an open grin. He goes to say something but his mouth is overtaken by a yawn. Sabo blinks, slow and sleepy, before he flops back onto Ace’s bed. He shifts around until he’s comfortable, nose buried into Ace’s pillow. 

“Well if there’s nothing bothering you, hurry up and get changed, I’m tired.” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” Ace grumbles even as he sets his hat next to Sabo’s and strips down into what he would usually wear to sleep. 

He hesitates at the edge of his own bed but Sabo is tired enough to just roll his eyes and pull Ace down next to him. He throws one of Ace’s arms over himself and throws one of his own legs over Ace, shuffling until he settles into a comfortable position and sighs so sweetly into Ace’s throat that it makes Ace go cross eyed just hearing it. Ace’s fingers twitch when he feels the point of Sabo’s nose press against the divot under his Adam’s apple. 

He rubs his nose into the hair at Sabo’s hairline, hesitating for one, two, three heartbeats before he presses his lips against Sabo’s forehead, gentle and affectionate. 

Sabo releases a soft purr in response, falling more lax as he settles into sleep. 

Ace watches him until he can’t keep his eyes open any longer.

[gatheringbones]

[“When I first came out as a lesbian in 1971, identity politics were so pervasive that this modality didn’t even have a name; it was simply the sea in which every queer sank or swam. One of the key assumptions of identity politics is that we can reveal in one grand social drama of coming out the absolute inner core of truth that makes up one’s “real self.” Coming out is seen as a process like peeling away the layers of an onion or the petals of an artichoke. Identity politics also assumes that your political allies will have to be people who share your identity because nobody else could understand your oppression or really be committed to fighting it; that people who share some aspects of your sexuality but not others are either afraid to come out or traitors to the cause; that it’s not possible for someone to change the way they label themselves without being dishonest or cowardly.

Now I see queer politics quite differently. I know from personal experience that I can’t trust somebody just because their sexual preferences or their gender identity resembles my own. I know we can make allies who are indignant about injustice even if it does not impinge directly upon their own lives. I see coming out as a lifelong process that proceeds as I become ready to understand and accept aspects of myself which bear lessons I need to learn at different points in my life. Each new coming out does not recreate me as a whole new person; I think some people view it this way, but this is crazy-making and too compartmentalized for me. It’s more like being able to see each and every spoke of the wheel that makes up my being, or like opening up and furnishing another new room of my soul.

I wonder what coming out would be like if we were not forced into these defensive positions of tribal loyalty and us-them thinking. What if we could say to a friend who was embarking on a new coming out, “I love you, and so I must also love this new aspect of yourself. Because I care about you I want to know more about it. Let’s both learn from this.” Instead, what usually happens is a great deal of indignation, betrayal, and rejection. I think this is because a person who is coming out threatens the identities of former acquaintances, partners, and coworkers. If someone else’s identity can be fluid or change radically, it threatens the boundaries around our own sense of self. And if someone can flout group norms enough to apply for membership in another group, we often feel so devalued that we hurry to excommunicate that person. This speaks to our own discomfort with the group rules. The message is: I have put up with this crap for the sake of group membership, and if you won’t continue to do the same thing, you have to be punished.

We seem to have forgotten that the coming-out process is brought into being by stigma. Without sexual oppression, coming out would be an entirely different process. In its present form, coming out is reactive. While it is brave and good to say “No” to the Judeo-Christian “Thou Shalt Nots,” we have allowed our imaginations to be drawn and quartered by puritans. I believe that most of the divisions between human sexual preferences and gender identities are artificial. We will never know how diverse or complex our needs in these realms might be until we are free of the threat of the thrown rock, prison cell, lost job, name-calling, shunning, and forced psychiatric “treatment.”

I do not think human beings were meant to live in hostile, fragmented enemy camps, forever divided by suspicion and prejudice. If coming out has not taught us enough compassion to see past these divisions, and at least catch a vague glimpse of a more unified world, what is the use of coming out at all? I have told this story, not to say that anybody else should follow me or imitate me, but to encourage everyone to keep an open mind and an open heart when change occurs. The person who needs tolerance and compassion during a major transformation may be your best friend, your lover, or your very self. Bright blessings to you on the difficult and amazing path of life.”]

patrick califa, from layers of the onion, spokes of the wheel, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[04mxfutbol]

Secret (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Author's Note: This was requested by someone, but I've been so busy with school and I just now had time to write (I’m on summer vacation) so I'm sorry anon, but hope you and all of you like it (: so some cute fluff 🫶

P.S sorry it’s short.

You watched your girlfriend score another goal, as you screamed and cheered, she pointed at you before making a heart with her hands. You suddenly became shy as you hid behind a good friend of both of you, Karina.

“Is everyone staring?” You ask Karina.

“Yep. But I mean what did you expect she did point at you, in front of thousands of fans, on live television.” Karina whispers and you groan.

You peaked over her shoulder and saw Ashley still looking in your direction. You finally stopped hiding behind Karina and waved at Ashley, sending her a kiss.

“Such a cutie pie.” You say out loud and continue waving at her as she runs back.

After the game had ended Ashley ran over to you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I’ll see you outside, I’m just going to take the quickest shower.” Ashley says as she held your hand. “Wow you look so beautiful.”

Her words made you blush, as if you two weren’t together for two years now, she had a way of still making you blush and feel so giddy.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot, but please hurry. I’m hungry.” You say against her lips before kissing her again. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

“You think? Well I don’t think, and I know I’m addicted to you.” Ashley says and you laugh.

“You definitely don’t think most of the time.”

“Harsh.” Ashley says and you smile. “But right. Moving on from being roasted by my girlfriend, should we go to the grocery store and buy food?”

“We shall.”

You and Ashley said goodbye to Karina then headed to the grocery store.

Grabbing a cart you pushed it around the store, grabbing a couple (a lot) of things you need for your home.

“What do you want for dinner? Salmon and rice with veggies? Or is that too basic for you.” Ashley says as she turns to face you.

“I’ve never said that, but that sounds fine with me. I can make dinner while you rest. Although some pasta doesn’t sound bad either. I can make that one viral pasta you fell in love with.”

“That WE fell in love with,” Ashley says correcting you, “But yes that actually doesn’t sound bad at all.”

“Great then we need cherry tomatoes and feta cheese.” You say as you push the cart towards the dairy section.

Ashley followed you as you grabbed the cheese and other things you would need to make the food. While you did that you heard some commotion, turning around you saw people walking towards you. You safely assumed they were fans of Ashley.

Your assumption was correct, Ashley stepped aside to take pictures with the fans, while you watched and smiled at the interactions.

You saw a child approach Ashley and the parent right behind. Ashley crouched down as the small child whispered something to her.

Ashley smiled as she turned to look at you, her eyes seemed to twinkle.

“She wants you in the picture.” Ashley says as she extends her hand for you to grab.

“Who me?” You ask as you reach for her hand. “That’s so sweet.”

You stand beside Ashley as the parent took the picture, smiling and giving the young fan a high five before leaving.

As soon as you got home you changed into comfier clothes, then heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

“You look so good in my clothes.” You hear Ashley say behind you. “So good.”

“Comfiest clothes I can find.” You say with a smile as you cooked.

Ashley wrapped her around you, giving you a kiss on your cheek. Turning to face her you smiled and pecked her lips.

“Can you let me finish the food?”

“No, I want to be with you.”

“Ash.”

“Fine but only because I want to.” Ashley says making you laugh.

You finished making dinner and sat down in front to Ashley. Enjoying the meal you had prepared, you and Ashley talked about many things, but since Ashley had just played a game she was too tired.

So once you both finished eating you walked over to the couch. You let Ashley sit between your legs, her head resting against your chest. As you intertwined your legs you also managed to pull the blanket over your legs.

You put on a movie to help Ashley relax, but also a movie you would want to keep watching while Ashley would most likely take a nap.

As you massaged her head and ran your fingers through her hair you felt Ashley’s hands on your thighs.

“I've got something to tell you. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone else.” Ashley whispers, you were confused and slightly scared of what secret she could possibly have.

“What is it?” You whisper as if there was other people with you.

“I love you.” Ashley says and you didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or laugh at how cute she was.

“That’s not a secret babe.”

“Can you just act like it is, for me.” Ashley begged making you laugh.

“Okay. Okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

“Thanks you’re the best.” Ashley says as she pulled on the blanket. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whisper as you continued to massage her head.

You saw her eyes were slowly closing, continuing to softly massage her head, she quickly fell asleep. You reached for your phone as subtly as you could and taking a picture of her. You smiled and leaned down to kiss her head.

You took another picture of her and showing the tv in the background. You went to instagram and posted it with the caption “Cutest person with the most random secret. I love her.”

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝐂𝐖: hints to previous stalking

𝐀/𝐍: guys i'm really excited about the plans i have for this fic, like i'm geeking over the storyline i've written out. i hope you guys like this as much as i do!

𝐖𝐂: 2,400 +

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

a sigh leaves your lips as you sprawl your sweaty arms onto the cool wooden planks beneath you. it’s a reward for your long day of work, hauling box after box up into the empty room that you had designated as your own. the late afternoon sun shone through the window sheers you had just hung up, casting a hazy warm light throughout the whole room.

“hey, sweetie,” your mom leans on the doorway, a light sheen of sweat shining on her skin. she tilts her head with a smile as you lazily turn your head to the side, using the minimal amount of effort possible. “i know you’re tired, but remember we need to go meet our neighbors? clean up and we’re gonna walk over there in a few minutes.”

a groan of pain leaves your lips as you kick out your feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

“but i’m sweaty and gross.”

“well you have ten minutes to become not sweaty and gross,” she nods, before clapping her hands and retreating back into the hallway. “hurry!”

you sigh, lifting yourself from the comfortable flooring beneath you and snorting out a laugh when you see you left a sweaty outline of your body on the surface.

“okay, let’s get this over with.”

☆

your converse lightly taps against the staircase as you descend them, hearing a glimpse of your mom and dad in the kitchen.

“we haven’t seen sylvanna since…” she trails off, her eyes darting to your figure emerging from the doorway.

her throat clears, before looking back at your dad with her hands sternly on her hips. “you’re going with us.”

your dad huffs, glancing back at you before scratching his chin in annoyance. “fine.”

she hums in satisfaction, before turning her attention back to you and tightening her ponytail. her lips stretch into a bubbly smile as she snatches the house keys off of the counter and ushers the two of you out the door. 

the late summer heat hits your face as you make your way down the sidewalk, the smell of freshly watered grass and heated pavement entering your nose. 

“mom, who are these neighbors again?”

“i told you, the salomes. you were friends with her daughter, aphmau, when you were little. i guess you were too young to remember.” her voice almost sounds distant as she explains, her eyes stuck forward on the concrete.

it’s only a couple houses down, a large gray house with a bright red front door. slightly overgrown hedges and white flowers decorated the otherwise neat landscaping, giving it a more homely appearance.

“a single mom and daughter lives here?” you ask aloud.

“her useless husband paid it off before he left.” your dad grunts, his voice not sounding too fond of this man he was referring to. “at least he did one decent thing for them… that no good–”

your mom cuts him off with a warning look before striding up the porch stairs, rapping her signature “shave and a haircut” tune against the wood with her knuckles. you vaguely hear the rushed thumping of feet inside before it opens, revealing a woman looking just a bit younger than your parents.

you were only able to tell by the assumption that she had a daughter around your age and the few streaks of grey that ran through her long black hair. her skin was a beautiful tawny color, and her eyes were a stunning brown that was only a few shades darker than her skin and had an almost golden shimmer to them as the sun shone against them.

the same eyes crinkle in joy as her eyes land on all of you, and she lets out an elated noise as she wraps her arms around your mom.

“ah, it’s so good to see you!”

“it’s been too long, sylvanna.”

your dad is next to greet her, giving her a friendly and firm pat on her shoulder as she hugs him.

“you doing alright?”

“yes i’m doing great, and,” auburn eyes turn to mine. “oh, mija! you’ve grown so much since i last saw you! you’re so beautiful!”

your cheeks heat up as she comes up to you and pulls you into a hug as well.

“oh, thank you ma’am,”

“no need for that, call me sylvanna!”

the four of you make your way inside. the interior completely contrasted with the suburban exterior. you almost felt like you were teleported in a different house completely. shades of yellow and green paint were used on the walls, paired with wooden trimming and floors. it felt so warm and cozy, specifically like an old wool blanket that you’d dig out the back of a linen closet.

by the staircase awkwardly stands a shy girl, a young replica of sylvanna. her long black hair was cut into layers that curled at the ends and framed her face, and drew attention to her large round eyes. 

she fiddled with the edge of her short sleeved henley shirt, looking to her mom in panicked expectation for her to introduce us to her. you hear sylvanna let out a small sigh before she waves her hand, beckoning the petite girl over.

“here’s aphmau,” she proudly places her hands on the girls shoulders, nudging her forward. “aphmau, you don’t remember these lovely people but we were close to them when you were young.”

now that you’re closer, you can see her eyes are a striking warm amber color, wispy lashes framing them like a doll.

“um, hi.” aphmau quietly stammers out, eyes nervously darting between you and your parents before looking back to her mother.

“it’s nice to meet you again, aphmau.” your mom greets cheerily.

after your dad also mutters out a small greeting, sylvanna ushers both of your parents into the home for a tour.

“why don’t you two introduce yourself and get to know each other? you’re going to the same school, after all.” she waves the two of you off when you try to follow.

your parents’ voices muffled as they move to the next room, leaving you and the shorter girl awkwardly standing in the entryway together.

“…it’s nice to meet you.”

“you too,” her voice is shaky. “now that i’m looking at you, i think i’ve seen a picture of us when we were little.”

“really?”

she nods, waving for you to follow her as she trudges halfway up the stairs. she stops in front of one of the many picture frames on the wall, pointing to a picture of two young girls hugging. one of them was very clearly you and the other girl looked very similar to aphmau. behind the two of you there’s a few boys your age yelling in the background and slightly cut out of frame.

one had pale blonde hair, the flash from the camera nearly making it glow in the picture. you could see another head of black hair and an even smaller boy with brown hair, nearly completing the spectrum of hair colors.

“huh. i guess we really were friends. i can’t believe i don’t remember you.”

“i can kinda remember you, but just barely,” aphmau agrees, squinting at the picture.

“i wonder who the boys in the back are…?”

“i don’t know, i never asked.”

you two awkwardly stand in silence again, before you quickly attempt to bring up a new subject to break the ice.

“so, what do you like to do?”

she leads you up to the top of the stairs, turning left into the hall and entering what you assume is her bedroom. the walls are painted a soft purple, similarly to her shirt… and her bed… and her curtains… and the blanket draped on her desk chair.

the entire room is decorated in all different shades and tints of a pretty, toned down lilac color. the overhead light is turned off, and the room is instead lit up by tons of string lights and random night lights strewn across the different surfaces.

“i play a lot of video games… my mom pulled me out for homeschooling in middle school so i haven’t played any sports or anything like that.” she explains as you continue to gaze around the room.

“oh cool, i like video games, too.”

her eyes light up, and her shoulders lift up from their slouch.

“really? maybe we can play together sometime…?”

“yeah, for sure,” you’re about to ask what games she plays when your eyes drift and land on a grey fullbuster poster hung up over the girl’s bed. “you like fairy tail?”

“do you watch anime, too?” she's practically sparkling now, holding her hands together as she poorly tries to hide her excitement. 

you nod with a smile, “yeah, fairy tail is a good one. i like erza.”

her hair bounces as she nods, eyes darting to the poster.

“yeah, she’s cool. my favorite is grey, though.” she says with a small smirk. 

“hmm, i wonder why,” you laugh lightly, causing aphmau’s cheeks to turn red. “oh yeah, so you go to phoenix drop high, too?”

the girl shakily nods, suddenly appearing anxious again as she clears her throat. “i’m gonna be a freshman.”

“oh, that’s cool. i’ll be a sophomore.”

“that’s too bad, i would’ve liked to know someone in my class.”

“well, at least we can still be at the same school together. it’s better than nothing.”

she sighs, looking off to the wall behind you.

“yeah, i’m just really nervous.”

“it is pretty scary, but if it makes you feel any better i’m kinda new, too.” you say, reassuring her while also trying to reassure yourself in a way. “i went to a small school where everyone knew everyone, so i’ve never had to try and makes friends in a big crowd of people my age before.”

her eyes widen at you. “really? i’m kinda the same way, but… not. my mom pulled me out for homeschooling in middle school, and my only friends are online.”

“hm, that makes sense…”

“huh?!” her eyes widen even further, looking like they were nearly about to pop out of her head.

you slap your hand over your mouth and muffle a laugh, eyes widening in return.

“i didn’t mean that in a bad way! you just seem nervous and shy, is all!” you quickly explain, words tumbling over the other.

she sighs, before beginning to giggle under her breath.

“it’s okay, i know what you meant.”

“aphmau! you two come down here for a second!” sylvanna calls from downstairs.

you let her lead as the two of you bound down the staircase, turning into the kitchen where the three adults stood.

“your mom told me you’re going to walk to school everyday?” sylvanna looks at me expectantly.

“yes ma’am—sylvanna.”

she claps her hands, looking to aphmau with an elated grin.

“perfect! you two can walk together to school every morning!”

you glance over at aphmau, who is thinly veiling her own hopeful look as she seems to be gauging your reaction. you quickly nod with a smile.

“yeah, sure.”

“great! it’s safer for two young girls to walk together than just one, anyways.”

your smile flinches for just the slightest moment as you look over to your parents, who have much more serious expressions on their faces. when your mom notices you looking at her in accusation, she merely smiles, while your dad gives you a knowing look.

they must have told her.

“that’s true.” you say, hoping your voice didn’t sound as tight as it felt.

“well, school starts in two days and we have a lot more settling in to do, so we’ll get out of your hair, sylvanna.” your mom waves.

“oh, alright then! you guys will have to come over for dinner soon!” she waves, sharing a strange look with your parents.

aphmau waves bye as well, before lurching forward. “can we swap numbers?”

☆

the walk back is quiet, until you enter the empty and quiet house.

“did you tell her?” your voice comes out sharper than you meant for it to.

your mom sighs as your dad stoicly walks into the next room, busying himself with unpacking.

“she already kind of knew about it. i’ve been talking to her about us moving back, so it naturally came up when she asked why,” she rubs your shoulder, trying to comfort you with a grim smile. “but she won’t tell anyone about it, not even aphmau. i asked her not to. the situation isn’t something we should be talking about, anyways. i know you don’t remember her, but she really cares about you.”

you deflate, rubbing your eyes when you realize you had completely tensed up.

“yeah, okay. sorry if i sounded rude, i just-”

“don’t apologize, you went through something really stressful and traumatic,” she wraps her arms around you, and you realize her muscles are tense and shaking, too. “you handle yourself much better and maturely than others would.”

you sigh, resting your head on her shoulders, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. you gulp when you feel your nose prick, furrowing your eyebrows to stop the urge to cry. she pulls back from the hug, squeezing your shoulders and smoothing down the frizzy fly aways from your hair.

“why don’t you finish unpacking your room? you were really excited about getting to rearrange everything.”

you clear your throat, nodding as you sluggishly approach the stairs. when you enter your box cluttered room, you head straight for the window, pulling down the blinds against the setting sun and assuring they were snug and tight against the window, preventing anyone from looking inside.

it’s okay now, you were far away from whoever was watching you before. your parents are downstairs, and you’re alone in this room. you scan every corner of the room, sitting on your bare mattress when you reassure yourself of this fact.

this town is going to be a fresh start. you can completely start new, meet new people, and live the life of a normal teenager. a buzz in your pocket startles you from your thoughts.

aphmau: hi! do you want to leave a little earlier on monday so we can prepare ourselves? 

aphmau: i’m super nervous and don’t want to be late ><

me: yeah! that sounds like a good idea :)

you: i’ll text you when i head there since school is in your direction

you: does 7:30 sound good? i think it’s a ten minute walk and school starts at 8

aphmau: yay! that’s good with me

aphmau: i’ll see you then! :D

me: ok cool! goodnight!!

a sigh leaves your lips as you fall back onto your bed, the boxspring dully squeaking underneath you.

it’ll be okay.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[absoluteminimum]

You mentioned that Minimus got hurt once because of the twins' shenanigans. How did that happen?

[hey so i don't know if you were expecting 900 words of fanfic in response but your ask inspired me to write longform for the first time in weeks so thanks]

When Ravage hears the commotion, his first thought is 'the twins'. This assumption is proven correct when Rumble and Frenzy come sprinting around the corner, laughing to one another. They run past Ravage, offering him little more than hurried waves as they flee the scene of their crime.

It is a routine so familiar it might as well be ritual.

Then comes the next part of the ritual, this one rather recent, but already rote: Minimus's voice, muffled by distance, attempting to placate whoever the twins have wronged.

It usually works. Most mecha give it up once the twins are out of sight, and Minimus's profuse apologies and completely unthreatening demeanor serves to soothe more egos than it inflames.

Ravage hears an enraged roar, followed by a yelp of alarm.

Well, slag, it isn’t working this time.

Ravage sets off towards the source of the noise at a brisk pace, breaking into a loping run when the sound of fists against tile splinters the air.

He finds Minimus in the communal washracks, backed into a corner by Sunstreaker.

The twins' 'prank' is immediately apparent: Sunstreaker's paint runs down his frame in thin, watery dribbles. They must have replaced his cleanser with paint thinner again.

"Hold still you slagger!" Sunstreaker is saying. "I'm gonna peel your fragging plating off!"

"Sir, this is quite an overreaction!"

Trust Minimus to sound merely indignant, even as he dodges Sunstreaker's attempt to snatch him with ease.

Ravage surveys the scene, bemused. Why hasn't Minimus run away already? Is he seriously still trying to reason with Sunstreaker?

Then Minimus sees Ravage. Those pointed ears of his perk up, his optics brighten in surprise.

Foolish mech. Ravage begins to cross the distance, claws digging into the grooves in the tile, but Minimus's distraction costs him. Ravage is too far away to stop Sunstreaker from grabbing him by the tail and yanking him into the air.

Minimus's tail was never meant to bear his weight, especially under stress. Ravage hears the faint pop of a dislocated joint. Minimus lets out a high pitched cry of pain.

Sunstreaker's shout of triumph gives way to another roar, this one pained, as Ravage's teeth sink into the delicate wiring of his wrist.

Minimus hits the ground with a clatter of plating and another yelp. Ravage lets go the moment he’s down.

"Frag! What the-"

"Back off, Sunstreaker." Ravage's growl reverberates off the washracks' tiled walls.

Sunstreaker hesitates. Ravage can see anger and rationality battling behind his optics: take out his fury on the turbofox and risk Ravage's wrath –and, by extension, Soundwave's– or let it go.

"Fine," Sunstreaker hisses. "But if I see those twins they're gonna get what's coming to 'em."

Ravage scoffs. "Be my guest."

Sunstreaker stomps off, still dripping watery yellow paint. No doubt he and his brother will be plotting their revenge. So long as it falls only on Frenzy and Rumble, Ravage doesn’t care.

He turns to Minimus and finds him already hauling himself to his paws, stumbling slightly when his tail fails to counterbalance him. Minimus grimaces but makes no sound.

“How the slag did they drag you into this?” Ravage asks.

Minimus shakes his head. “They told me they planned to fool with the temperature controls. I came along to make sure nothing got out of hand. It seems their trap on Sunstreaker was just about to spring when we arrived.”

He reeks of honesty. Foolish, gullible little mech.

Ravage sighs. “Let’s get you to Soundwave. He’s good enough at relocating joints.”

Minimus hesitates. Embarrassment reveals itself in the flick of his ears. “Must we?”

“It’s him or the medbay. Or Shockwave.”

Another flashing grimace. “Very well.”

Minimus’s usual sprightly trot is slowed by the drag of his tail upon the ground. Ravage slows his own pace to compensate, though Minimus still has to take two steps for each of Ravage’s leisurely strides.

When they reach the cohort’s quarters Soundwave greets them with an appropriate level of concern. Minimus brushes off Soundwave’s attentions, though Ravage can tell he’s somewhat flustered by it.

Minimus's repair passes quickly. Soundwave hasn't relocated a tail before (Ravage has never required such repairs) and Ravage ends up helping brace Minimus against the awkward angle. Minimus bleeps in pain when the joint finally slides back into place. His claws prick Ravage's plating.

Minimus expresses his thanks as awkwardly as he always does, sincere but clearly ashamed that he needed assistance in the first place.

Rumble and Frenzy are summoned. It's clear they know what they've been called about when they arrive. Soundwave rebukes them, as disappointed as he is sternly disapproving. They appear appropriately chastised– it is, after all, the first time their new companion has been hurt by the consequences of their actions.

Ravage watches all of this in amused silence, soon joined by the birds.

Laserbeak coaxes Minimus under his wing, crooning over and preening the crushed and dented panels on Minimus’s tail. Minimus suffers Laserbeak’s ministrations stoically, but there’s a glow to his optics and a sweetness in his scent that betrays his contentment.

Ravage sighs and tucks his limbs beneath himself. Minimus is warm beside him, sandwiched between Ravage and Laserbeak. He speaks up once in defense of the twins, all moral high-ground and righteous indignance. Soundwave thanks him for the input before turning his attention back to the twins.

Silly mech, Ravage thinks again, far too indulgently. He rests his chin on his paws and closes his optics.

[soundwave-is-far-superior]

For your consideration: Shock with a Human S/O who is on all accounts accept one a perfectly rational and normal person... how ever, the second StarScream enters the picture they are going so far out of the way to annoy the piss out of him. Just the most annoying sibling-esque torture their squishy human body can thrust upon the unfortunate mech and Shock just has to kinda sit there and either endure it or intervene... which inevitably has Star boasting or the human complaining in one manner or another. Or both.

A/N : Hello and thank you for requesting this! I don't know whether I should make this a story, headcanon or something else, but I'll make the hcs first and maybe the story? :D Anyways, enjoy and I hope this is what you want! </3

Can you not be more annoying? [Shockwave x human!S/O ft. Starscream HCs]

Warning!! : nothing. Just pure fluff and crack with Screamer being Screamer, Shockwave being Shockwave, and you being you. Except a little bit too sassy for your own good. Mentions of affair (?).

- It was another normal day with you and Shockwave. As usual, you're standing on the other table, watching your beloved scientist do his work and other stuffs you're too bored to even ask what is it.

- Shockwave is very busy, yes, so most of the time, it'll be either you try to talk to him and he answers as best as he can, or just pure silence and you'll be bored to death. But the former happens almost everyday.

- Almost, not like every single day. Sometimes, you wouldn't talk to Shockwave at all, even if he's free and not doing anything.

- He gets concerned over this so quickly. I mean, why is his Conjunx won't talk to him? Isn't he's free now? Why is she so silent in all of a sudden? Why did she asks Soundwave to groundbridge her to the Nemesis?

- All of logical scenarios and possibilities running through his processor in miles. Every scenarios are worst than the last, and he's starting to worry even more. One dare to say, paranoid. Is she... having an affair? No, no, no. She wouldn't. After all, you love him, right?

- Right?

- Because he doesn't want to have the illoical and negative thoughts consuming him, he comm-links Soundwave to open groundbridge for him to Nemesis.

- "Soundwave, I require a groundbridge to Nemesis."

- Just with that, a groundbridge opened, and Shockwave doesn't hesitate to enter it in an almost too hurried movement. Once on Nemesis, he speaks to the TIC with his usual monotone voice.

- "Have you seen [Y/N]? She was not telling me where is she going."

- The TIC then paused for a moment, and shows a camera recording of [Y/N] getting carried by Steve and there's also Starscream.

- "She- went with- Steve- and-" Soundwave uses cut off recordings to form a sentence and he points towards your direction, "Starscream." he states, using Megatron's voice clip.

- And oh boy how Shockwave is even more worried. Why on Cybertron did you choose to be with Steve and Starscream? Where are you going? What are you doing?

- Wasting no time, he immediately thanks the TIC properly and head towards your direction. On the way there, he's thinking so hardly on what to say if you are indeed on an affair. Is he so bad as a lover that you betray him?

- Getting inside the room, he finds you sit on a table with Steve and Starscream standing near you.

- His assumptions and thoughts quickly replaced with dumbfounded look and mentally facepalm.

- There you are, talking at Starscream about this and that which makes the said mech groans in annoyance and tries to counter your sassy remarks.

- And Steve just watches in both amusement and slight sweatdrop. Steve be like : 😅

- "Why are your eyebrows like that? You speak about yourself so high, but how can you do that with how weird your eyebrows are?"

- "First, they are not 'eyebrows'. They are called optic-ridge or optical ridge. Second, they are not weird! I've been built like this and-"

- "You mean, you're born with permanent high-heels and weird eyebrows? Poor you! I sometimes wonder how you can even walk with such stilletos on your feet."

- "Oh Primus-"

- Honestly, Shockwave is happy and very relieved that you don't have an affair, but he's slightly annoyed that you chose to annoy Starscream rather than to entertain your own Conjunx Endura.

- So, he's just standing there, and after some time, he speaks up.

- "[Y/N]. I have been looking for you. Why did you leave without telling me?"

- He asks in his usual monotone and emotionless voice, but you knew better. You're sure that he's annoyed and jealous because you spend time more with other mechs that aren't him.

- "I'm just having a nice talk with Screamer here. Nothing else." As you nonchalantly say that and lean towards the wall, Starscream can't help but groans in annoyance and speaks,

- "If insulting and annoying me is what you called 'nice talk', then I'm very disagree with it! Seriously, Shockwave, your human is so insufferable! Take her away from me!"

- Well, Screamer doesn't even need to order the scientist, he already scooped your smaller frame on his servo as he nods and leaves with Steve and Starscream leaving as well after he does.

- Once inside your shared habsuite Shockwave rarely uses, he tries to scold you, which you just brush it and walk away so nonchalantly.

- He sighs, knowing full well there's no use in trying to speak to you. You'll just act nonchalant.

- After that incident, you kept on bothering Starscream. The SIC always boasts about it and complain, all the while you're still asking sassy stuffs and still giving him sassy remarks.

- "For the sake of Primus, these are not-"

- "Not what? Not my problem?"

- "Oh Primus- why are you still here?!"

- "Should've ask that to yourself."

- "You weakling-"

- And Shockwave very much just watches the two of you. The other one is complaining and boasting, and the other one is also complaining and boasting about it.

- Starscream has tried multiple times on countering your sassy remarks, but he never succeed. In fact, you somehow managed to reply all of his counter words, and it left even Shockwave himself surprised.

- "How about yourself? Why are you so weak and have a very short lifespan? Don't you organics are parasites?"

- "How about yourself? Why are you too coward and too bold for a Decepticon? Us humans aren't like you, even though our lifespan is short and we're so weak, we're uselful."

- "[Y/N], sweetspark-"

- May or may not be interested in your ramblings with Starscream, but Shockwave can add his own thoughts and sassy remarks, although not as mentally painful as yours, but it's clear he learnt a lot from you.

- Starscream is very unfortunate though, having now one more addition of someone who will throw sassy remarks and questions at him. He prays that Steve can help him, but the said Vehicon is also learning from you.

- What a life for you, Screamer.

- And what a cute, sassy nature of you, [Y/N]. Even if Shockwave only listens to your sassy remarks all day long, he doesn't mind. When it comes to you, his organic Conjunx Endura, he'll do anything.

❄️

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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 1 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: after a late night trip to the woods, scott obtains a strange animal bite that heals within a day. sera struggles with the fact that her best friend might be a werewolf, while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.

WARNINGS: none

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January 2nd, 2011

It was the night before the first day back at school after winter break, which had been incredibly slow.

Considering what I heard about what was going on back home, I did not want to risk a trip to see my brothers - lord knows what I would be roped into. I was enjoying my unproblematic, stress-free, normal life. Nothing could take that from me.

And at least I had Stiles.

Yes, Scott was my best friend too, but Stiles was like a brother to me. And his dad was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a father, even when mine was alive.

So naturally, I spent a lot of time at their place. Including Christmas, which was just the three of us - we ate, played games, watched movies. Nothing too special, yet it was nice, peaceful.

But I lived alone.

For legal reasons, everyone (including Stiles and Scott) was under the assumption that I lived with my older brother, Damon, and that my twin brother Stefan was off at some camp. But in reality, it was just me and my apartment. But I didn’t mind that much, I liked my own company.

Tonight was one of those nights. I sat on my bed, alone, reading some book I didn’t care all that much about while sipping on a glass of bourbon Damon had gifted me. That’s when my phone lit up with an urgent flurry of texts.

Stiles

SERA

COME OVER ASAP

BIG NEWS

I put down my book with a huff and picked up my cell, scanning over his words before typing back.

Sera

why?

what’s up?

‘Big news’ to Stiles could mean anything. And right now, I wasn’t exactly sure that whatever he was getting at was worth interrupting my simple night.

Stiles

I'll tell you when you’re here

Now come and we’ll go get Scott

I turned off my phone and rubbed my face before shooting up and straightening myself out, throwing back the last sip of golden liquid in my glass and sighing as the warmth travelled down my throat.

As I made my way downstairs I remembered to take my time, since it would only take me a minute to run there and neither Stiles nor Scott knew I was a vampire. I had to make it look believable, so I took the time to fix my hair and waltz about before leaving the house.

About ten minutes after Stiles had texted I appeared outside his window, a spot I frequented so much you could almost see the wear on the roof tiles from where I so often waited for him to respond to my knows on the glass.

Soon enough, he did.

I watched him shoot up from his desk and shuffle over to the window where I was curled up with my hood over my head, shielding myself from the harsh winter winds.

“Wait there, I’m coming out,” he held out a finger to stop me from coming inside, going back across to the other side of his room, bending down to find his shoes.

The way I rolled my eyes was almost audible as I crossed my arms over my chest, “Stiles,” I complained as he took his sweet time. “Hurry up, it’s cold.”

My gaze followed him as he hurried to tie his laces, subsequently tripping over and just about catching himself as he hopped over to the window and looked me in the eyes before stepping outside.

“Did you just run here?” he observed, looking me up and down, noticing my shortness of breath and the fact that he could see no car or bike.

In fact, I was just playing into the role of ‘human girl having run half a mile,’ but I was glad my efforts were convincing. Stiles knew I didn’t drive, and I usually did just get everywhere on foot. But even when he dropped me home or picked me up I made sure he let me out just a bit down the road so he didn’t see that my house had no car at all, let alone having no one else in it.

“Yeah,” I shrugged before quickly changing the subject.

“So what’s going on? Is this actually serious or is it just another one of your little adventures you’re dragging me and Scott along for,” I teased with a slight laugh.

Stiles was notorious for his little late-night escapades, but even though I usually put up a bit of a fuss, I did typically enjoy them. If for nothing else but being there to make sure he or Scott didn’t actually die.

He scrambled out of the window, pumped up on too much Adderall to focus on not falling off the roof, leading me to grab him by the sleeve of his flannel as if second nature and pull him back to safety.

He stared at me with those wide brown eyes and spoke again, “I promise you I have a good reason this time.” Too sincere to be a joke, but he still seemed thoroughly excited.

~

Soon, we arrived at Scott’s house. We hopped out of Stiles’ prized Jeep and he started to dramatically tiptoe over to the side of the house like an old silent film, deciding to climb up the tree to get on the roof.

Meanwhile, I just stood there in the middle of the driveway, hands on my hips with my head cocked to the side, a breathy chuckle escaping my lips as I watched him clamber up the branches.

“Stiles?”

“Mhm,” he replied plainly, not taking his eyes off the tree.

“You know Scott’s mom is out, right? She’s on the night shift?” my smile grew as I laughed at him, who had now made his way atop the house, finally glancing back to face me.

He failed his arms in annoyance upon seeing I didn’t follow him, “Yeah, but it’s more fun this way.”

I shook my head, walking up to the side of the house, alongside him just a few feet down.

That’s when I heard footsteps coming from inside the house. My ears perked and I listened closer; they were coming from Scott’s room, then down the stairs, then to the front door…

Instinctively I hid behind a bush to watch this play out, looking on in amusement as I had a view of both scenes. Scott was treading cautiously, holding a baseball bat as a defence - which was funny in itself considering we were in Beacon Hills, practically the safest, most uneventful place on Earth. Meanwhile, Stiles was crawling carefully on the roof, trying to be as quiet as possible before hooking his legs on the tiles and flinging himself down so his body appeared right in front of Scott like Spiderman.

Upon both of them seeing the other they started to scream back and forth, causing me to stumble out from behind the bushes and onto my knees, clutching my stomach - I’d never seen a funnier sight.

Scott looked at me, then back at Stiles, lowering the bat. “Stiles! Sera! What the hell are you two doing here?” he exclaimed angrily as I scrambled up to shush him.

“Shut up! You’re gonna wake the whole neighbourhood!” I ran up to Stiles’ side, my head next to his upside-down one.

“Yeah!” Stiles agreed, all of us now speaking in exclamatory whispers. “And why do you have a bat?”

Scott stuttered, still shaken from the sudden rush, “I thought you were a predator!”

I giggled to myself as I watched them interact, Stiles proceeding to ramble on and move his arms in an expression of utter confusion, “A predator? Wh- What!”

“You weren’t answering your phone!” he continued as if that made the situation miraculously make sense.

“Okay, Stiles. Now that we’re with Scott could you please tell me what we are doing!” I joined in, flinging my hands up in the air before landing them back on my hips as I waited for his response.

Stiles turned his body to face mine, then turned back to Scott before explaining at his usual fast speed. “I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called and they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.”

“For what?” I interrupted his excited rambles. It was clear to anyone with any of the 5 senses that Stiles worshipped his dad and his job as Sheriff, so this sort of thing really got him ticking.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.”

Before we could ask any more questions he dropped down from his position to stand upright on the ground next to me.

Scott’s eyes widened, “A dead body?” he asked hesitantly.

Stiles scoffed and jumped up and over the fence onto the porch to be face-to-face with Scott, nudging me to do the same.

“No, a body of water,” Stiles rolled his eyes sarcastically - a trait that not even an event like this could shake from him - “Yes, dumbass! A dead body.”

“You mean like- murdered?” Scott inquired further while I was in pure disbelief.

Stiles rested his hands on his hips and shook his head, “Nobody knows yet.”

The words sent a chill down my spine.

“Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.” he recited whatever he overheard from his dad.

I finally spoke, confused about the logistics. “But… if they already found the body then what are they looking for?”

“That’s the best part,” Stiles pointed to me before practically jumping for joy - a strange reaction considering the topic at hand. “They only found half.” His voice shifted to a significantly higher pitch and I noticed Scott’s face twist in curiosity, raising his eyebrows.

I chuckled dryly, clearly taken aback at how casually he had stated it. It’s not like I was a stranger to death, not by any means, but here? That was something I had never expected. “How is that the ‘best part’?” I retorted, but Stiles didn’t respond, just looked at us both and nodded his head determinedly.

“We’re going.”

~

“I’m still not sure about this, guys,” I expressed my concern as we trudged through this secluded, dark part of the woods Stiles had driven us to, with one torch and nothing else.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss,” Stiles teased as he hung back to walk next to me, “you’re the one always bitching about how nothing ever happens in this town.” He nudged me in my side as he briefly put a hand on the small of my back so that we’d continue moving.

‘Bitching’ was admittedly somewhat accurate. But even though a part of me missed the eventfulness of my old lives, it didn’t mean we weren’t all better off without it!

“Yeah, man,” Scott agreed with me, “I was tryna get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.”

“‘Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort,” I teased before going back on myself. “I’m sorry, stress really does make me a bitch.”

I drained out the sound of their lacrosse talk as they went ahead, distracted by the ever-so-faint smell of blood in the distance. Tuning back in instantly when I heard Scott bring up something else of importance.

“Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?”

“Huh,” Stiles shrugged, “Didn’t think about that.”

The smell of blood hit me stronger and I unconsciously stopped in my tracks.

“Sera? You good?” Scot turned back around.

“Hm?” my eyes darted between them, I then snapped out of it and caught up, “Oh yeah. I’m good.”

A subject change was all I needed to distract from my weird behaviour, playing off Scott’s question. “And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?”

Stiles chose ignorance. “Also something I didn’t think about.”

We approached a hill and Stiles started to scale it, leading me to throw my arms up in exasperation and whine, “Ew, I don’t wanna get all muddy!”

“Well you’re gonna have to, princess,” he teased, making it to the top, as I now followed, easily overtaking Scott who was leaning up against a tree, desperately sucking on his inhaler.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight,” I heard him say, although it seemed to go ignored as we all made it to flat ground.

But then all of a sudden Stiles dropped to the ground, and when I didn't immediately do the same he reached up to grab me by the wrist, pulling me down with him, Scott copying on the other side of me.

“Stiles-” my grievance was abruptly stopped by him putting a hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he hissed and pointed his torch to the lights in the distance. Police cars.

I must’ve missed them while trying to rid myself of dirt, only to now be covered by even more. They were talking about the investigation, repeating everything Stiles had told us earlier.

“That’s my dad,” Stiles whispered.

Indeed it was, I recognised his voice.

But then he did the unexpected - which, when it came to Stiles Stilinski was rather expected - and legged it towards them, beckoning me and Scott to follow which we reluctantly did.

We must have been too caught up in following Stiles’ crazy idea to notice what was right in front of him. Sheriff Stilinski.

“Stiles-” I choked out his name, only to be yanked behind a tree while Scott stood behind another.

Stiles turned around to shout at me for speaking, but when he turned back after not seeing me the police dog barked loudly, flashing his fangs and sending Stiles falling to the ground, scrambling to get back, looking straight up at his dad.

Me and Scott both held our breath - it was Stiles’ idea, we didn’t need to be punished.

“Hang on, hang on,” the Sheriff stopped the other officers approaching. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” His tone was disappointed, not a rarity since Stiles did do stuff like this an awful lot.

My eyes closed as I listened to them talk, knowing it was only a matter of time before we were discovered too.

“Where are your usual partners in crime, huh?”

There it was.

His tone was still gruff and I could practically sense the nervousness radiating 0ff Stiles as he contemplated whether to rat us out.

But he didn’t, he never did.

“What? Sera and Scott? Pft-” he stuttered, trying to catch his breath after the scare. “They’re home. Probably fasttt asleep,” he goes on to tell probably the least convincing lie ever told, as if dragging out his syllables would make his statement more believable.

Bringing my hand up to my forehead I glanced over to Scott and shared a look, it was difficult for me not to laugh, however, Scott appeared genuinely worried as he was sabotaging his opportunity to make first-line tomorrow.

“It’s just me…” Stiles carried on rambling, not helping our case at all, “In the woods… alone.”

“For fucks sake,” I sighed, raking my hand down my face.

I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard the Sheriff’s booming voice once again.

“Sera! Scott! You out there?” His flashlight caught the hood of my jacket poking out from behind the tree. He took a step closer, tone even firmer, “Sera!”

I went to walk out, but Scott eyeballed me in a way to tell me not to, but I knew that if I showed myself he wouldn’t catch Scott. So I rounded the tree with my hands up in surrender, skipping over to Stiles’ side.

The Sheriff sighed. He walked up to us without a word, parting a gap between me and his son, and stood between us.

A hand reached up to the back of Stiles’ neck, grabbing it forcefully, “I am going to walk you back to your car and we are going to have a serious conversation about invasion of privacy,” he scolded.

I almost sighed in relief, but my hopes were in vain as he did the same to me - albeit a tad lighter, but still firmly. “And you, young lady,” he exhaled loudly, “what are we gonna do with you.”

He walked us back to his car like this, letting go of us to get in our usual spots to drive us back to the Jeep. The journey was incredibly silent. When Stiles got home he was surely in for the lecture of his life - I was just glad that this time it wouldn’t include me.

Sheriff Stilinski saw me as a daughter the same way I saw him as a father, meaning he usually was not afraid to shout at me too, but he always saw me through a faint lens of pity around the holiday seasons - in ways, my solitude worked in my favour.

Soon, we had made it back to Stiles’ car and he was tasked with driving me home, straight home with no detours. Tension radiated off him the whole way back, partly due to the anticipation of being told off, and partly because we still hadn’t found the body.

“I guess Scott’s gonna have to find his own way back,” I chuckled, slumping down in the passenger seat.

“He’s a big boy, he’ll make it,” Stiles assured before interrupting with one of his little quips, “that’s if the killer doesn’t catch him first,” he put on a scary voice and looked over to meet my unamused expression.

The only reason I agreed to this was to know I’d be there to kill the thing out there before it killed us. But I guess we’d just have to find out what happened in the morning.

What a pleasant start to the term.

~

Waking up the next day was a panic.

Memories flashed back like freezeframes from last night and I worried for Scott since he hadn’t answered his phone since.

My nerves were only settled once I arrived at school, seeing my two best friends on the sidewalk, looking as alive as the last we saw him.

I skipped over to them and turned Scott around, my hands on his shoulders, “Thank god you’re alright,” I breathed a sigh of relief until he gave me a look that said otherwise, piquing Stiles’ interest now too.

“Well… about that…” He lifted up his shirt slightly to reveal a massive bandage on his torso, blood that had seeped through the white cotton staining the outside. “I got bit by something.” His comment was all too vague.

Stiles reached forward to touch it and Scott jumped back, “Woah,” he laughed at his enthusiasm.

“It was too dark to see, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

‘A wolf?’ No, surely not, it can’t be. I had done thorough research before moving here to be sure that nothing like this would happen. During my research, I found that not only have there been no werewolves here for decades, but no wolves of any sort.

“No, it wasn’t,” I butted in abruptly as we walked to class.

Scott scoffed at my quick rebuttal, “I heard a wolf howling.”

After mimicking his noise, I spoke again, “No, you didn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, looking back at me, “How do you know what I heard?”

“I don’t. But I do know that there hasn’t been wolves in California for like 60 years,” I elaborated, watching his eyebrow quirk in confusion.

Stiles interjected, running forward to walk backwards in front of us. “And how do you know that?” he challenged, almost tripping over a pebble.

I thought fast. “School project.”

We didn’t all have the same classes, so it wasn’t questioned. Luckily, Scott was quick to change the topic anyway.

“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf then you guys are definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.”

It’s as if he had just told Stiles he had won the lottery because his eyes lit up so bright and he jumped so high that birds thought he was one of their own, “Are you kidding me? That is freaking awesome!”

“I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month,” Scott chuckled.

I was too stunned to reply, so Stiles happily filled the silence.

“I mean- this is like the best thing to ever happen to this town since…” That's when his attention was drawn elsewhere, it was when he practically started drooling that me and Scott knew it was the work of Lydia Martin.

“Since Lydia Martin,” he eyed her like a moth to a flame as she passed, “Hey Lydia,” he greeted her with a slightly awkward wave, turning over his shoulder when she didn’t give him so much as a glance. “You look… like you’re gonna ignore me.” He admitted defeat, turning back to us.

His schoolboy crush always amused me and Scott.

I reached over, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ll get her next time, tiger.”

“Ya think?” We continued walking and he didn’t wait for a reply. “It’s your fault, you know?” he spun around and pointed at Scott. “Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association!”

“That doesn’t make sense. Because Sera’s cool and we’re both friends with Sera,” Scott pointed out, simultaneously disproving Stiles and admitting his own nerdiness.

I saw his words click with Stiles, making him ponder why he was perceived as nerdy rather than cool considering his social circumstances, I just laughed and went to take my seat.

Class was a bore, but then again, I had done this all before so it wasn’t that mandatory for me to pay attention. Instead, my focus was drawn to the girl outside, sitting on the bench. I always felt a little guilty to eavesdrop, but it’s not like I could help it.

“Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.”

“Great. I’ve got everything except a pen.”

Poor girl. Today was exactly one year since I started here too, I knew the feeling.

My eyes followed the the man from the office who collected her and coincidentally her first period was with us.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome,” the man said, gesturing for her to take a seat.

There was a free seat next to me, behind Scott, so I gave a friendly smile to tell her to come take it. But the second she sat down, Scott turned around with a pen in hand and passed it back to her.

At first, I thought nothing of it, but then it clicked. ‘How did he know she needed a pen?’

I chose not to dwell on it.

~

After class, I decided to befriend the new girl, I knew the new school stress well, so I waited by the lockers.

She came out of the classroom after speaking briefly to the teacher about catching up on reading material.

“Hi,” I called her attention, “Allison, right?” I held out a hand.

She accepted, seeming a little nervous, but she responded with a friendly nod.

“Sera,” I stated with a smile.

“That jacket is absolutely killer,” outfit talk was always a good ice breaker. “Where’d you get it?”

“Oh! My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Fransisco,” her smile widened too.

My jaw dropped in typical teenage girl fashion, “You are my new best friend.”

Lydia was summoned to us like a beacon. “I heard boutique,” she skipped over and pouted, “I’m Lydia,” instantly being swept up by her boyfriend. “Hey Jackson,” she lilted before he gave her a kiss.

While they were distracted I turned to Allison and jokingly rolled my eyes at their PDA and she bit back a laugh.

“Somebody tell me how it was so easy for Sera to make friends with the new girl?” Scott sighed, slumping against his locker.

Stiles scoffed as if it was obvious. “‘Cause they’re both hot?” His eyes flicked between Allison, Lydia who had joined them, and his best friend. Like Scott, he too was a tad jealous of her social skills.

“Beautiful people herd together,” he sighed, quickly tearing his eyes away to continue pestering Scott with everything he could about the body.

But he wasn’t listening. Well, he was, but not to him. Somehow he was able to hear the new girl and Jackson’s conversation as if he were standing right next to them.

Lacrosse talk bored me. And I could tell it bored Allison too, but she was trying to be polite. Just as I was about to save us with an excuse I noticed a very pensive Scott, his eyes directed at us. But the moment he saw me notice he turned away, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Strange.

Either way, the life-draining sports talk was cut short when Lydia hauled us to next period.

~

After school, Stiles dragged me to watch lacrosse practice. This was how I spent most of my Tuesday afternoons, but this time I had company.

Lydia was almost always there to cheer for Jackson - which got very incessant very quickly. But Allison had asked me earlier ‘Who is that friend of yours?’ (the friend being Scott), and it was now my mission to play matchmaker - maybe it would help distract from the wolf problem handing over my head.

Scott and Stiles waved me down when they got onto the field. I knew better than to question why so I put down my book, leaving my stuff with Allison as I trotted down the bleachers.

“What’s up?” I noticed Scott’s brimming smile, directly contrasting Stiles’ snarl.

Scott was practically buzzing, “I’m playing first line!”

I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth, “Really?” I was frankly quite surprised.

“Sound a little more shocked will you,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“That’s not what I mean,” I laughed.

Okay, I did mean it a little, but good for him. “But that’s great! Congrats!”

“Yeah. So great,” Stiles added bitterly with folded arms.

“Aw, is someone jealous?” I mocked, pouting.

“No,” he answered quickly. “It’s just that, if Scott’s on the field, who am I going to talk to on the bench!”

Me and Scott both laughed, Scott reaching over to pat him on the shoulder.

Then, before I left, I stepped over to Scott to whisper, “Hey, I think someone’s here to see you,” my smirk directed his attention to the girl on the bleachers who gave him a soft smile and his face lit up considerably.

Gross.

When Coach blew the whistle I went back to my seat, taking the opportunity to tease Allison for the pinkness of her cheeks after relaying Scott’s excitement.

While she was engaged in conversation with Lydia I turned back to my hardback - the novelty of lacrosse had worn off long ago. But my gaze was quickly snapped up to Scott where he stood - or rather sat - in the goal after being knocked over, wincing in sympathy.

Not the best start.

I was practically peeking through my fingers to watch the next player shoot. But to my surprise, and everyone else's, his defense was flawless.

And he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Cheers of awe erupted at his sudden talent. He kept it up for so long it almost felt too good… Considering he hadn’t particularly been great at the game before, it was incredibly unusual, so much so that my jaw hung slack in the stands.

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a/n: hiya ! this chapters only a 2-parter because it’s the first episode so there’s a lot of stuff to introduce, future chapters will most likely be condensed into one part x

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