#ignore the cursed noises i’m getting the fans fixed soon

[omagpies]

you guys have no idea how powerful i’m about to become

[sleepysnk]

Heard the requests were open so I had to come slide in, I was hoping you could do a enemies to lovers for Eren x reader. I just really like that entire troupe.

hey emon! ♡ i got this idea when i was watching a TV show earlier, and i felt like it would fit the enemies to lover troupe with Eren. thank you for requesting bb, i hope you enjoy! <3

Stuck..With You?

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, don't read if you're claustrophobic, some suggestive content

"Can you fucking move!?"

A smirk plastered across Eren's features when he saw the annoyance in (Y/N)'s face. It was his usual time of day where he chose to annoy her, he had been doing it for the past two years, and it always happened to annoy the girl.

"Should I? I mean.. it doesn't seem like you're in a rush," Eren said, his arms crossing over his chest.

She rolled her eyes, "Fuck off dude.." she replied.

(Y/N) walked past him in the hallway, a few students stared as she walked by; it was almost like an aura was fuming off of her. Something like a dark cloud.

Eren decided to follow her. "Come on! Don't be a stick in the mud (Y/N)," he cooed, trying to reach for her bag.

(Y/N) stood in front of the elevator, she was trying her best to ignore the annoying boy behind her. Eren had always found a way to piss her off or ruin her day, he was such an idiot and she hated the way he would come by anytime to mess with her. Honestly, who was this guy? He needed to get a life.

"Come on.." she mumbled, pressing the small button next to the elevator. She was trying to get out of his way as quick as she could, her ears were picking up on the sound of footsteps meaning Eren was most likely right behind her.

"Why are you using the elevator? Nobody really uses this thing," Eren asked, his brow raising in confusion.

Her head snapped towards his. "Can you just mind your own business? Jeez.. go away," she replied, pressing the button again.

The doors to the elevator opened, a student stepped out past the two and into the hallway full of students. (Y/N) walked in, happy that she was finally going to get away from Eren, but to her surprise, he followed in with her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

He smirked, "Walking up the stairs, no, I'm taking a lift. You're kind of dumb," he replied.

She narrowed her eyes before looking over at the buttons with different floor numbers, she pressed the second one and watched as the doors began to close. She just wanted to get out of the elevator as quick as she could.

Eren leaned against the railing, his mind wandering to other things as he felt the elevator beginning to move downwards.

That's when the two heard a noise, a noise that didn't sound normal.

(Y/N) looked around, her brows furrowing as she felt the elevator coming to a complete stop. "What the.." she said, nodding her head to the side.

Eren looked around, "That didn't sound too good.." he said.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, she walked in front of the different buttons and pressed one, but the elevator didn't move. She pressed another button, nothing.

That's when the horror of the situation took over her body.

She was stuck in an elevator.

With Eren Jaeger.

Fuck.

Eren seemed a little freaked out, were they actually stuck?

"Um.. I think we're stuck," (Y/N) said, looking at Eren with concern.

He let out a sigh. "Well no shit.. the elevator is stuck. We have to call 911," he replied, taking out his phone to call emergency services.

She leaned against the wall as Eren spoke with the operator, her mind wandering on what was going to happen now that she was stuck. Why did she have to be trapped with him out of all people? This was a disaster.

Eren looked at her as he put his phone away. "They'll be here soon.. they told us to be calm," he said.

She looked down at the floor, keeping quiet. She really didn't want to speak to him right now, especially since the situation wasn't exactly the best.

Eren noticed her discomfort, it was starting to get hot in the room. It felt stuffy, he wanted to try and be of some help; he couldn't imagine how scary being stuck in an elevator could be. He wasn't extremely freaked out, but he could see how freaked out she seemed.

"Do you want some water?" he asked, nodding his head.

She remained silent, it annoyed Eren. He just wanted to help.

"Hello!? Do you want water?" he asked again, his voice a bit louder this time.

She looked up for a second before speaking. "No." her voice sounding annoyed, almost angry.

Eren shrugged his shoulders, if she didn't want help then he wasn't gonna force her to do anything she didn't want to do. It was nagging him though, he hated the silent treatment and he just wanted to snap her out of it.

"So.. what do you wanna talk about?" he asked, trying to ease the tension in the room.

She remained silent, her eyes glued to the floor. Eren wasn't having it anymore.

"Hello!? I asked you a question," he said again, this time his voice was a bit louder.

She clenched her teeth before speaking. "What is there to talk about? How I'm stuck in an elevator with an asshole!? Just leave me alone.."

Eren rolled his eyes, "I'm just trying to be nice to you! Ugh.. whatever.. why try with someone like you," he replied.

She scoffed, "Whatever asshole.."

That was the last straw, before she knew it Eren was hovering over her; his arms caging her in and his hands up against the wall. "You wanna repeat that?" he asked, his breath fanning over her face.

She avoided his eyes, "Can you back up? Seriously, go away," she said.

He stared at her intensely. "Not until you fix your attitude," he replied.

She sighed, "Okay fine.. just please, back up," she said, putting her hand near his chest.

Eren leaned up, "Good.. we have to keep each other calm. I don't want you freaking out," he said.

It felt awkward being so close to Eren, he was such an outgoing guy compared to (Y/N); he was always that loud and bubbly student. She wasn't exactly sure what to talk about with him, not like they had any similar interests anyway.

"It's kind of hot in here.." Eren said, fanning his face to get some relief.

It was true, the room was stuffy and warm. It made (Y/N) regret wearing a sweater that day.

"Yeah it is.." she replied, looking at the floor.

"Hold on I have an idea.." Eren said before removing his sweater.

Her cheeks burned as she watched him take it off, she swore she saw the glimpse of his abs underneath his white shirt. She couldn't lie that she found Eren attractive, he was what any girl wanted; tall, brown hair, emerald eyes, pearly white teeth, and his muscular figure. It drew girls in all the time.

"You like what you see?" he asked, smirking.

Her eyes grew wide, "H-Huh?! What? N-No!" she replied, looking away.

"Yeah you do.."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah.."

"No!"

"Uh huh, sure"

"Shut up!"

"Okay fine.. whatever you say! You're lowkey cute when you're mad," he said, smiling.

Her head snapped towards his. "What? Definitely not.." she replied, her cheeks growing warm.

Eren leaned down towards her face. "You definitely are.. in my opinion anyway," he said, looking into her eyes.

Their gazes locked and before she knew it, Eren's lips were pressed onto hers. The kiss was rough and it made her stomach bubble, his lips were soft and warm, almost feverish.

Eren pressed her against the wall, her arms finding their way to his neck; Eren had one of his arms around her waist, squeezing at the skin.

"For someone who hates me, you seem to like to kiss me a lot.." he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, "S-Shut up.." she replied.

Eren moved his lips down to her neck, he peppered kisses along her skin; it made goosebumps form.

"Fuck.. you're so pretty, I've always dreamt about kissing you," he said, licking along her sweet spot.

A slight whimper escaped her throat. "E-Eren.. please.." her moan came out breathless.

"Please what..? Use your words (Y/N).. you've always had a mouth on you," Eren asked, his teeth slightly grazing along her skin.

She lightly tugged at his brown hair. "Please Eren.. I want you.." she whimpered.

He chuckled, "Fuck.. you turn me on, let me make you mine, I've always wanted you,"

She pressed her legs together, arousal pooling between them. She could see the print in Eren's pants, it made her throb with need.

"Make me yours Eren.." she said, running her fingers along his jaw.

Eren brought her hips towards his, his print pressing against her stomach. "Shit.. say less," he replied.

Eren was about to kiss her again when they both heard a sudden pounding against the ceiling of the elevator. "Hey! Is anyone in there?!"

It was the fire department.

"Yeah! Down here!" Eren called back.

The two grabbed their backpacks, fixing themselves so they didn't look suspicious of anything. The fire department helped them get out of the hot elevator, it felt like a wave of relief when they stepped out.

"Well that was.. an experience," (Y/N) said, laughing a bit.

Eren chuckled, "It was.. I guess you aren't so bad after all," he smiled.

She felt her cheeks growing warm again. "Y-Yeah, same to you.. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, nodding her head.

Eren grabbed her hand before she could leave. "Actually.. do you wanna come to my dorm later? We should talk.. about what we said," he said, his cheeks slightly pink.

She smiled, "Sounds good.. I'll text you?"

"Bet! Come swing by later," he replied, squeezing her hand a bit.

She waved before walking in the opposite direction of him, Eren had a huge grin on his face. Maybe being stuck with her wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

[kikis-writing-world]

Bug in the System

Summary: Reader has a complicated relationship with Nathan, living and working with him. They’ve always been nervous to bring up prescription medication, so shit hits the fan when they runs out and their mood plummets.

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader that struggles with mental health.

Word Count: 2k

Rating/Warnings: Mental health - depression and anxiety are expressly mentioned and reader is in a bad low. Talk of medication and ramifications of not taking them. Mention of doctors. Brief mention of sex. Worries of the stigma around mental health. Lots of swearing because it’s Nathan. Unedited/Betaed. it’s almost fluff in Nathan’s asshole way, there’s a happy ending.

A/N: I blame @foxilayde​ that I’m suddenly writing for Nathan... I hated him when I watched the movie and now here we are. Idk, this idea hit me last night while trying to fall asleep and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had to write it.

You weren’t sure how to define the relationship you and Nathan had. He wasn’t your boyfriend - not only did that feel so juvenile, but also… he just wasn’t. There had never been a declaration of love between the two of you, no commitment to monogamy or even non-monogamy. The two of you lived together, worked together, slept together- it could almost be called a friends with benefits relationship, only… softer. You ate dinners together, danced around the house together, and cuddled together when watching movies. You also spent days, sometimes weeks at a time where you hardly spoke to each other when engrossed in a project. Did this form out of attraction, or emotion, or was it an inevitability when two adults - whose sexualities, attractions and availabilities lined up accordingly - lived together in isolation for an extended period of time? 

In summary: there was no easy way to define what was between the two of you, and you were happy there were no other humans around to ask. You didn’t feel the need to defend what you shared, but you had no desire to try to label it either.

Despite the friendly and casual nature of whatever the relationship was, there were still things that you had yet to admit to Nathan. The dwindling supply of medications tucked safely in a make-up bag inside the drawer of your bedside table felt like a ticking time bomb. You only had so many doses remaining and it wasn’t like you could walk down to the local pharmacy for a refill. Any supplies coming to the fortress of a home had to be called in, ordered, and helicoptered to you. There was no way to do it without Nathan finding out along the way.

You watched the pills slowly empty from their plastic bottles like a reverse hourglass. Despite the effects they had on your malfunctioning brain chemistry, they never quite tampered down the anxiety you had about opening up about your mental illness, let alone to someone like Nathan.

Nathan worked hard and played harder. He strove to be the best him he could be at all times. He accepted nothing less than perfection and no matter what the relationship between you two could be defined as -coworkers, employer/employee, friends, friends with benefits, lovers -  you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You avoided and avoided until inevitably, the last pill came out of the last bottle. It only got worse from there. Without the anxieties in check and the chemicals being balanced, the insecurity flared even worse. Your inner voice told you that you deserved the unhappiness flowing through you, that you should just stay in bed and give up since Nathan would kick you out of the house soon enough: he’d either get tired of your low mood, your falling productivity, or he’d discover your secret and be done with you.

He noticed. Of course he did. You stopped dancing, stopped cuddling, stopped fucking. Then you stopped eating, stopped talking, stopped leaving your room. You felt like you couldn’t get out of bed at all. You spent your time sleeping or curled up under your blankets in the dark room wishing you could sleep more. That or just disappear.

That was where Nathan found you, a month and a half after you’d run out of your meds.

“What the fuck is going on with you?” He barged into your room one morning… afternoon… you had no idea what time it was.

Nathan turned the light on and you could hear him pacing. “Are you sick? Do I need to call in a doctor? Are you even alive under there?! Hello?!”

You sighed, forcing yourself to sit up and prove you were alive, awake, and hearing him. The blankets dropped to your waist, revealing what you were sure was an absolute mess of a human. You knew what you looked like the last time you’d been brave enough to look in the mirror and you were sure it was even worse now.

Nathan cursed and you swear he nearly recoiled at the sight of you. “Are you in here dying on me or something?” He questioned. 

You weren’t sure how to answer, what you could possibly say to him.

“Hello?!” He snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Is anybody in there?!”

You blinked as he crowded you, hysterics growing as you seemingly ignored him. You could tell he was close to grabbing you and shaking you, and you didn’t know if your body could handle that. As it was, your muscles had protested sitting up. Instead, you leaned over and opened your drawer, taking out the zippered make-up bag.

You tossed the pouch at him, hearing all the plastic bottles click together as it landed at his feet. He bent down to pick it up, opening it carefully like he thought some sort of creature might jump out at him. His brows furrowed when he saw the bottles inside and dumped them out onto the mattress.

“Are these all empty? Fuck did you take these?” He questioned, panic rising in his voice. “Are you trying to OD on me or something? Shit.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, about to call for help.

“No.” You croaked. “Well, yeah. I took them… but… they’re my meds.” You gave in. “I’ve been taking them since I got here. I[was taking until they ran out.”

Nathan looked down at the bottles, picking one up as he read the label. “What are they for?”

“Depression mostly. Anxiety.” You shrugged, listing the simple ones.

Nathan was quiet as he read the bottles. You had no idea if he knew what any of them meant. It’s not like the labels read “Take one daily to stop the crazies!” The names, the dosages, the frequencies meant nothing to someone with no experience… but then again, Nathan wasn’t just anyone.

“How long?” He sighed, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

You would have deflated if you didn’t already feel as low as you could go. Having assumed the worst, you weren’t surprised he couldn’t look at you.

“I was diagnosed in junior year-”

“No, I mean how long have you been without your meds?” He interrupted you, turning to stare  you down.

“A month.” You shrugged. “Almost two.”

“For fucks sakes.” He grumbled, turning to his phone again and typing away.

“I’ll pack my shit. Just, give me a few days and I’ll go.” You mumbled, laying down on your side and facing away from him. You didn’t want to watch him posting for a new assistant or scheduling the pick-up or whatever he was doing. You’d wallow for a bit, probably take a nap, and then you’d pack anything here that was important. Fuck the rest. You didn’t have the energy. You didn’t care.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He asked distractedly, like he hadn’t heard you as his cogs of his brain jumped to life. He did that a lot when he was preoccupied. He would hear your voice, realize you’re talking, but not absorb the words. Sometimes he needed to ask 3 or 4 times until you gave up and texted him instead.

“I’m bringing in a doctor. You need to get checked out before you start back up on anything. You’re not supposed to go off of these without supervision. Says so right here. Black and white.” He chastised you.

You frowned, looking over your shoulder in confusion. You saw him still typing away on his phone, holding one of the empty, orange-tinted bottles in his hand. He set it down, picking up another. He took a picture, looking over the label quickly for himself before setting it back down.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending him the labels so he knows what he’s walking into. Why the fuck would you just stop taking your meds?” He sniped. “Why didn’t you get more? I fucking ask you if you need shit and you just conveniently forget your pills?”

You picked at a thread of the blanket, not wanting to watch him as he grew angrier with you. As soon as you were in good health and his conscience was clear, he’d be rid of you. You were sure of it. It was more than you’d expected to be honest.

You heard the quiet noise from his phone, indicating the email had been sent. That meant his attention wasn’t divided as he rounded back on you.

“Why won’t you answer me? It’s like fucking talking to a wall or something. If I wanted one-sided conversations, I never would have brought you up here. Why didn’t you get more?!”

You took a shuddering breath before answering. “I didn’t want you to know.”

“Know what? That you take medication?” He scoffed in disbelief.

The room was quiet as you didn’t answer, but you could practically hear his brain processing, whirring like a computer with a squeaky exhaust fan.

“Hey, look at me.” He ordered, his voice dropping in volume to a kinder tone, but it was still not a request. It was a demand. You sat up again, looking at him stare at you with dark, angry eyes.

“When a program isn’t working, do you throw away the whole CPU or do you debug it and fucking find the fix?” He asked. You didn’t answer, assuming it was rhetorical.

“Your software is fucked, and these,” he picked up one of the bottles to hold up between you two. “These are the fix. Why the fuck would you be embarassed about shit like that?”

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze again. “You’re…” you struggled to find the words, but Nathan jumped on your train of thought frighteningly quick.

“Me?! So it’s my fault? I eat brown rice and salad and work out every day so I’m some health nut hippy who wouldn’t understand, is that it?”

He was putting words into your mouth, but he was essentially getting the point. You were scared he would reject you, mock you, think less of you.

He crawled towards you on the bed, cupping your chin a little too tight as he lifted your face. He was clearly done having you look away from him. “I’m a fucking reclusive genius who lives in the middle of ass fuck nature and only lets people come and go with a goddamn keycard! Do you not think I’m self-aware enough to realize that? A fucking prodigy, multi-millionaire by 15, CEO of the most successful technology company in history. The President calls me and I hit ignore. Do you really think I’m not self-aware enough to know we all have our own brand of fucked up?” He laughed.

“If you need these to get through it, to be my little genius-” He released your jaw to cup your face in both hands, giving it a shake. “To keep up with my shit, to live here without losing your mind at the isolation, to be my dance partner and dinner partner and movie date - then fucking take them. Would I be having to tell you this if it was for your blood pressure or a heart condition or something?!”

His phone buzzed and he released his hold on you, leaning back to read the message that had just come through.

“Doc’s gonna be here tomorrow morning. Gotta keep you hydrated until then and you should try to eat.” He summed up the message as his eyes skimmed the screen. He tucked his phone back into his pocket before slapping your blanket-covered thigh. “What are we eating tonight? Your choice.”

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled.

“Not an option!” He declined as he stood off the bed. “What are we eating?”

You sighed, letting your head fall back as you thought. “Grilled cheese?”

“And tomato soup? Coming right up.” He leaned over to you, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you close enough to kiss the top of your head. “Rest. I’ll bring it in when it’s ready.”

Tagging: @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @dinthisisthe-wayson @seasonschange-butpeopledont @kesskirata​ 

[moldisgoodforyou]

the one with the motorcycle

warnings: cursing, motorbike accident

gif by @anakin-skywalker​

“do you hear that?” charlie asked grace from her spot on the couch where she’d be all day, nose practically buried in her textbook. the roar of an engine was getting closer and closer, which was a bit concerning considering they lived in a culdesac in a residential neighborhood. 

grace leaned behind her, peeking through the blinds. “oh, shit.” she mumbled, giving a small wave out the window. charlie scrambled up from her seat and did the same, then groaned when she saw the sight before her. “good god.” 

both girls headed out to greet the source of the noise, charlie shaking her head. jj was shaking his hair out as he pulled off his helmet, perched on a beat-up motorcycle. “check it out!” he beamed, gesturing to the bike. 

“this is gonna be a disaster.” charlie muttered to grace and grace cocked her head, looking over jj’s appearance. “I don’t know. throw a leather jacket on him and he could have a cool james dean thing going on. he’s got the hair.” charlie wrinkled her nose. “didn’t james dean die in a car accident?” grace made a small hm noise of agreement and shrugged. 

jj turned off the motorcycle and bounded up the steps, greeting charlie with a kiss on the cheek. “what do you think? charlotte runs well, huh?” 

charlie took a measured breath, still eyeing over the bike with distaste. “jj maybank, please tell me you did not name your motorcycle after me. and secondly, please tell me that is not your motorcycle.” 

he paused, running his hand through his hair as his smile faltered. “well. we can work on the name, I guess. I liked it, anyways.” 

grace snorted and rolled her eyes as she headed inside. “good luck with that, maybank.” 

jj scowled at grace’s back and placed both hands on charlie’s shoulders, forcing her to make eye contact. “come on, pretty girl, you don’t like it?” 

charlie cursed herself for the way the nickname alone could make her melt inside, but tried to keep a strong resolve. “it’s not my favorite thing ever.” 

“c’mere, look.” he dragged her closer and she let him ramble on, pointing out his favorite features, and tried to look as interested as possible. “- and I’ll just have to give it a new paint job, but that’s an easy fix and then she’ll shine -” 

“why is it a she, jj?” charlie interrupted, arms still folded across her chest in apprehension. 

“well it’s -” he hesitated, pondering her question. “I dunno, I guess, just is. it can be gender neutral if that makes you happier? non-binary? no pronouns?” 

she laughed, shaking her head. “I’m more concerned about you getting hurt on this thing, j. it seems risky.” 

“it’s not! I have a helmet and everything. plus I had one in high school, only got scraped up once or twice.” jj mumbled the last part, then extended the helmet to her. “here, let’s go.” 

“let’s - what?! no. I am not getting anywhere near that thing when it’s on.” 

he tried his best to hold back a smile, it coming out as a teasing smirk instead. “why, you scared?” 

charlie rolled her eyes. “yes. very.” 

“c’mon, I’ll drive. you’ll love it, I promise.” 

“well where’s your helmet?” she insisted, eyeing over the bike once again. the leather seat was cracked from wear and the grip on the handlebars was practically falling off. 

“I’ll buy you another one.” he swung his leg over the bike and pulled her close by the hand, reaching up and kissing her forehead before securing the helmet on her head. “okay, you gotta wrap your arms around my waist. and hold on tight.” 

she stayed stiff by the side of the bike. “I don’t know, j...” 

sensing her hesitation, jj pushed up her visor and pressed his forehead to the helmet, taking her hands in his. “would I put you on something if I knew you wouldn’t be safe?”

she huffed, squeezing his hands. “no.” 

“exactly.” he brought one of her hands to his lips and kissed the back of it. “I got you, sweetheart.” 

charlie sighed but got behind him on the bike, arms loosely wrapped around his waist. “you know, if this is just a ploy to be little spoon, we can do that without your death machine.” 

_ 

the next two weeks, jj spent every free opportunity working on the motorcycle. he had bought it used, extremely cheap, and put a lot of love and care into it. charlie didn’t mind that part, watching him work in a dirty cutoff with oil smeared across his cheek. (she called it ‘supervising.’ jj knew better.)

it (no, she did not let jj name the bike charlotte, and instead referred to it as his death trap instead) stayed in the backyard at charlie’s house, with no room for it at the frat house. she still wasn’t a huge fan of it, but after a couple rides and seeing jj’s grin every time he showed it off to someone else, she decided it was worth it for his happiness. 

every time he left the house, showing off as he revved the engine, she tried pushing away thoughts of him getting hit by a car or flung off the bike or something equally terrible. one evening, he had taken the bike out for a ride outside of columbia with a buddy who also owned a motorcycle. he hadn’t rode it past sunset and she was apprehensive, giving him an extra-long kiss before he left. “I’ll be fine, pretty girl,” jj had promised like always. 

the dreaded call came from jj’s number as charlie had been pacing in her room, worried it was later than usual for him to be riding. “j, finally, I was getting -” 

“hey, no, it’s leo. jj’s hurt.” jj’s friend leo interrupted her from the other end of the line. 

“he’s...what?” charlie repeated, slowly. she was frozen in her spot. 

“charlie, listen, we gotta get him to a hospital and we can’t with all of us on bikes. can you drive?” leo asked patiently. 

“fuck, yeah, um, drop me your location. I’ll be there soon. I think. fuck. how close are you? is he conscious? he’s not going to -” she cut herself off, trying to snap out of it. 

“he’s alright, just a little scraped up. but you should probably drive fast.” leo hung up and sent a pin to her phone. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” charlie cursed to herself as she ran to the car, hands shaking as she went. she tried her best not to work herself up as she drove but found a few tears running down her cheeks anyways, against her will. 

when she finally arrived in what seemed like ages (but was only twenty minutes out), she pulled up to see jj lying on his side in the grass off the side of the road, leo crouched by him. his helmet was scratched up and laying in the grass. “oh my god.” she breathed out, hurriedly parking the car and running over to him. “what the fuck happened?” she questioned, taking jj’s hand. 

jj groaned as he tried to sit up, pressing his hand to his soaked side. “hi baby.” 

“he took the corner too sharp and fell. I didn’t want to - I think he’s pretty scraped up.” leo pointed at jj’s side. charlie frowned and peeled up jj’s shirt carefully, ignoring his hiss of pain. “holy shit.” she mumbled, seeing his scratched up side and a gash over his hip bone. “is it bad?” jj asked, leaning up to try and see. 

charlie pressed him back down and glanced at leo. “can you help me get him in the car? I don’t think I can manage on my own.” 

“no, I got it, I’m fine -” jj tried, leaning up again. she fixed him with a stare. “don’t you dare.” leo held back a smirk as he easily picked jj up, lifting him into the backseat of charlie’s car. “what about my -” 

“we’ll worry about your bike later. thank you, leo, seriously.” charlie gave him a grateful, albeit watery, smile and started the car, trying her best to ignore her shaky hands. jj lifted his head from his position in the backseat. “where are we going?” 

“hospital, love, you might need stitches. god, I hate that fucking bike.” she took an unsteady breath, trying her best not to cry and freak him out as she drove. he stayed quiet in the backseat, only letting out the occasional groan when they hit a bump in the road. 

after maneuvering him out of the backseat and filling out his information in the waiting room at the hospital, jj was called back pretty quickly. the nurse decided he needed stitches and he pretended it didn’t hurt when she swiped an alcohol pad over his injury, though his grip on charlie’s hand said otherwise. 

a few hours, a slight concussion and some painkillers later, charlie managed to get jj back home and in her bed, carefully tucked in. he was dopey from the painkillers as charlie threaded her fingers through his hair, his head rested in her lap. “m’ sorry, baby.” jj mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as her touch. for the first time since the phone call from leo, she let herself cry, resting her head back against the wall as tears ran down her cheeks. 

“charlie, don’t cry.” he frowned, reaching his hand up and curling it in the hem of her shirt. “I’m not.” she insisted, but her shaky voice betrayed her. “you scared the shit out of me.” 

“I didn’t mean to.” he told her and tugged on her shirt. she took the cue, laying down to his level. charlie rested her hand on his chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I know.” 

“you’re gonna make me sell it, aren’t you?” he didn’t sound all that disappointed, more resigned to a fact than anything. 

she laughed quietly for the first time since that afternoon. “first order of business in the morning.” 

[btxtreads]

perfectly perfect | choi soobin (3)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader  ↳ word count: 1.7k words  ↳ rating: G  ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle  ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin​ 💖)

a/n: sorry i was late posting opposite attraction chapter 2 sakjjskdjka here is my apology gift 💖

It was the morning of the festival.

Students, professors, coaches and presidents all flittered around at the last one hour to fix what else needed to be fixed before the doors open to the public.

It was at this moment when Soobin jumped off of a table, nodding to himself as he gazed around at the decor he put up.

“Y/N, this good?” he asked, looking back at the girl who wiped the table he just jumped off of.

“Looks great, Soobin!” She smiled.

Around them were other classmates setting up what they could.

Two days earlier, they got on really great while shopping for the cafe.

Now, it’s time for them to open.

The school bell rang, making the two teens flinch.

“Well, I guess it’s time?” Soobin asked, making his way towards the register.

“Yep,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head and pulling an apron from under the counter while Soobin plopped down on a chair by the register. “Just sit there, and look pretty.”

“Like I always do,” Soobin laughed, winking back.

“Are we ready?” One of their classmates asked by the door. “There’s already a line,”

At Y/N’s nod, the door opened.

Immediately, a surge of girls flooded in and Soobin’s princely smile showed itself.

Soobin checked his watch, 10:00 AM.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?” She asked, turning to him as she tore off another receipt.

Soobin shot a quick smile at the customer, who sheepishly waved at him.

“Uh, can I go real quick?” Soobin fiddled with his fingers.

“Sure, you have to pass by volleyball?” Y/N asked, turning over to him as the current customer scanned the menu.

Soobin hummed in confirmation.

“We set up a car wash,” Soobin shrugged. “I have no idea what they did, to be honest,”

Y/N laughed and lightly tapped his arm. “Okay, go,”

“I’ll be back real soon,” Soobin chuckled and stood up, ruffling her hair and leaving.

Y/N smiled at his retreating figure before turning back to the customer.

“Have you decided on your order?”

A minute passed, then ten.

Thirty.

Fifty.

Sixty.

In a span of one hour, the line in front of the cafe dissipated.

So did their current customers.

The area was practically a ghost zone, save for a few students passing by to get a quick caffeine fix.

The hour turned into three, then five.

A girl walked in, shooting Y/N a quick smile before peeking into the makeshift kitchen area behind her.

“Hey, what can I get you?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, uh,” the girl picked up the menu with pursed lips. “An iced latte. Large.”

“Okay,” Y/N smiled as the girl paid for her order. “Make your way to that table over there to claim your order,”

“Okay, um,” The girl started. “Sorry to ask. Where’s Soobin? I was told he was here earlier,”

Y/N smiled.

“I don’t know,” Y/N said, making the girl frown.

“Oh, I went here for Soobin,”

“Ah,” she nodded as the girl made her way off.

This happened more than two times the past five hours.

As soon as the girl made her way out the room, Y/N pulled her apron off.

“Ye-rin!” She called, making the girl poke her head out of the kitchen.

“Yep?”

“Have you finished lunch break?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you going back to your club?”

“I just finished my shift there,” Ye-rin scratched her head, walking over to Y/N.

“Good,” Y/N huffed, thrusting her apron to the girl and turning. “Take care of the cafe for a little bit,”

“Oh, okay?” Ye-rin asked, confused. “Where are you going?”

“I’m getting Choi Soobin back,”

Turns out, Choi Soobin was wet and shirtless in the middle of the parking lot.

As soon as Y/N arrived, her jaw dropped as she saw almost all of the male volleyball team shirtless in one spot.

The huge parking lot was cut into half.

That half was cut into two, with the male volleyball team’s carwash taking up the biggest space in the lot.

By the side, she can see one of the volleyball juniors Kang Taehyun wobble around as he deals with the hordes of fans and customers by the tables.

Next to him sat another junior she recognized as Hueningkai, smiling brightly as he cradled a small mollang doll that was handed to him by a girl. Next to him was a huge mountain of similar dolls.

She blinked as a stray spray of water passed by the registration table, watching Taehyun duck down with a scream as he cradled his laptop to his chest and Hueningkai yelping as he blocked the stream from reaching his mountain of mollang dolls.

“Stop hosing us down!” Taehyun screamed before returning back to work.

“Dad, please, let’s get our car washed?” Y/N heard from behind her, watching one of her schoolmates, Mina, beg. “Please?”

“Oh my god?” Y/N muttered under her breath as she stomped over to Soobin, who was laughing loudly as he wiped at a sedan with a sponge.

“You,” she started, startling Soobin as she grabbed his arm. “You are coming with me,”

“Who is this?” Beomgyu, another volleyball team member asked as he walked over with a raised eyebrow.

Soobin opened his mouth to reply when a hand landed on Y/N’s wrist, pulling it away from Soobin.

“Hey, miss,” Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Look, I know we’re hot, but don’t manhandle us,”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise as Yeonjun’s shirtless figure leaned on the sedan.

He smirked as her eyes danced over him—assuming it was in appreciation.

“Eyes up here, miss,”

Y/N rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Not interested,” she shook her head, taking Soobin’s hand again. “Soobin, let’s go,”

“Hey—“

“Hyung, it’s okay,” Soobin smiled over at Yeonjun. “I got it,”

“You don’t got it,” Beomgyu pointed out.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Sometimes you’re too nice to your fans, you know?”

“Fan?” Y/N hissed out as she whipped around to glare at Yeonjun. “Excuse me?”

“Look, miss,” Yeonjun sighed, pulling her away from Soobin again. “If you want to talk to Soobin, give him a car to wash and pay us,”

Beomgyu snorts, turning around and pocketing his hands in his shorts. “Okay, I’m out,”

Y/N watched him saunter off, calling after him. “Hey, dude! Come back! We have to go!”

The boy just ignored her, walking inside the school dripping wet and shirtless.

“Oh, for the love of—“

“Hey!” Yeonjun said to Y/N again.

“Look here, captain,” Y/N hissed, poking his chest with her finger. “I’m Soobin’s partner for the booths. I’m getting him,”

“No, you’re not.”

“I need him at the cafe!” Y/N replied in offense.

“We need him here!” Yeonjun argued, shouting.

“You have so much people here, you don’t need him,” Y/N screamed back. “He’s my partner!”

“He’s the captain!” Yeonjun replied.

“You’re also a captain!”

“Well—“

Y/N gasped as she felt a gust of cold water rain over her in a strong stream.

She turned to see Mina, her schoolmate, with a fake sympathetic look and a running hose in her hands.

“Oops, sorry,” the girl said, dropping the hose.

From her peripheral vision, she can see Taehyun move to shut the hose off.

Mina looked over at Soobin and Yeonjun with a smile.

“Soobinie, Yeonjunie, are you guys okay?”

Y/N sputtered in her spot, brushing her wet hair out of her eyes.

“A-Are you okay?” Yeonjun asked in surprise, reaching out to land a hand on Y/N’s shoulder as Soobin squeaked in his spot.

“Whatever,” Y/N sighed, grasping Soobin’s wrist. “Let’s go.”

“Wait—“ Soobin protested as he was dragged behind her. “At least let me get a shirt!”

“No.”

“What the fuck?” Soobin hissed as he stumbled after Y/N, her grip tight on his wrist. “Wait, shit. I’m wet and shirtless—Y/N!”

The rest of the people in school could only gape as they heard the perfect volleyball prince sputter out curses and whine—something he doesn’t usually do—for the first time.

“Y/N, what the fuck—“ Soobin whined. “Let go!”

“No.”

It was quite a sight.

The soaking wet goody-two-shoes class president dragging the equally as wet, shirtless and screaming volleyball prince behind her.

At last, the pair arrived at the cafe, with Soobin angrily glaring at the girl.

“What the fuck was that for?” Soobin asked angrily.

“What the fuck is this?” Ye-rin asks, marching forward to gape at Y/N and Soobin. “President, Soobin!”

“Ask her,” Soobin growled, pointing over at Y/N.

“Me?” Y/N gasped, arguing back. “You’re the one who said you were gonna pass by the volleyball real quick and not come back for five hours!”

“I was gonna come back!”

“You were shirtless and wet in the middle of the parking lot, genius!” Y/N hissed.

“Yeah, well both of you are wet and disrupting the booth!” Ye-rin scolded, stopping the incoming argument.

All of a sudden, the two realized they were in public.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know Soobin could get this angry.” “It’s pretty hot,” “It’s not very princely of him, but I gotta admit it’s so attractive!” “What is up with the class president?” “Oh god, bro. I didn’t know she had such a nice rack.” “I know, dude, I can see her bra from here—“

At that comment, Y/N and Soobin both glanced down her shirt—which happened to be white—and her black bra visible.

Y/N burned red and slowly crossed her arms to cover her chest.

“Oh, um,” she stuttered.

“This is very, very, very inappropriate!” Ye-rin angrily said. “Class president, I expected more from you. You too, Soobin. The prince of the school parading around shirtless? Dear god,”

Soobin sputtered out incoherent noises, opening his mouth to reply but finding no excuse.

“Sorry,” Y/N sighed in embarrassment.

“What are you both still doing here? Fix yourselves up now!”

“Fine,” Soobin huffed, angrily running a hand through his hair before turning to make his way to the locker room when he heard Y/N mutter under her breath.

“But I don’t have any other clothes.”

Ye-rin opened her mouth to reply, but Soobin’s hand wrapped itself around Y/N’s wrist and dragged her off.

“Hey—wh—“ Y/N protested. “I just said I don’t have spare clothes!”

“I don’t care,” Soobin huffed. “You’re wearing mine,”

[writingsbychlo]

more ways than one (06)

word count; 5207

summary; everyone finds out your secret, and shit kinda hits the fan.

notes; it’s pretty intense, but I promise that you’ll love it.

warnings; mentions of a panic attack, injury description, blood and gore.

It was a boring day when everything fell apart, and despite your shock and worry, you had to know it was coming soon.

A new problem always arose in your life, something always came up to shatter the peace. Just as the ripples on the surface of the pond began to smooth out, something else threw a pebble at the water, and during this quaint little time of peace, a new threat had been winding up with their aim set perfectly. 

You were in the supermarket, filling a basket with the various snacks you’d come to know that V liked over the past few weeks, when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignored the first one, and the second one, but soon the text alerts were flipping to that of an incoming call, and it was with a deep sigh that you paused in your perusing of different cereal bars and moved your attention to your phone, fishing it from your pocket. 

Lydia’s name flashed across the screen, and you rolled your eyes fondly, dragging your thumb over the green button and lifting it to your ear. “Hey, Lyds! You know, now actually isn’t such a great time f-”

“Yeah, you’ve been saying that all summer, you know.” You gaped at her snippy comment, pouting to yourself as guilt filled you, and yet you didn’t even have a chance to respond before she was barrelling on. “Would that have anything to do with the Stiles lookalike I’m currently staring at?”

Your stomach flipped, feeling as though it had suddenly filled with cement, and your palms went clammy, your mouth dry as you stuttered out your response; “What?”

“Yeah, there’s an impersonator for your best friend here at the loft, insisting to call you, and so here we are. Care to explain?” Her tone was short and aggressive, and you could tell she was mad at you, though you already knew she would be, it was inevitable, and yet you had thought you’d have more time to prepare yourself for this moment. 

You hadn't been planning to keep it a secret forever, you had wanted to tell them, and yet you had wanted to do it on your own terms, when the secret man you were harbouring in your friend’s home had been ready, and now you were panicking. You could barely catch your breath, your chest feeling like it was pushing in on itself, and you were becoming unsettling familiar with panic attacks. 

“(Y/N?) You there?” Her tone was softer, and she could hear you panting, struggling for breath once again, but you were already fishing for your car keys in your bag, hanging up the phone and shoving it lazily back into your purse. Your cart had been abandoned in the aisle, your hands shaking as you tried to unlock the car, and you hopped up into the seat, strapping yourself in and taking a deep breath.

Your eyes closed as you tried to calm yourself, jumping once again when your phone buzzed, Stiles’ face flashing up on your screen when you pulled it out to look at it. You considered just ignoring it, you considered letting it go to voicemail, but it kept on going, clearly, he wasn’t giving up and so you reached out for the device and took it. 

“Stiles.” Your voice was croaky, as you tried to hold back tears, but the moment your eyes closed you felt one drip along your cheek. He cooed at you, mumbling into the phone and you heard him shuffle away from everyone else, the shouting in the room fading away. 

“Oh, honey, I’m not mad.” Transferring the phone to the car speakers, you started up the vehicle, nervously pulling out of your parking space and heading for the building you were suddenly dreading approaching, having been so excited for this trip only ten minutes prior. “You hung up on Lydia, and you’ve been acting weird all summer. We were just worried, but now you’re okay. You’re okay, right?”

“I’m okay, Stiles. Don’t hurt him, alright? I’ll be there soon.” Your words were stuttered out, and he sighed into the phone, not out of anger or frustration, but simply from stress. 

“I won’t, (Y/N), but I’d be quick. It’s not me you have to worry about.” He paused, muffled talk on the end of the phone as he covered the speaker, and you slammed your hand into the steering wheel, pressing your foot down even harder on the pedal as you picked up the speed. “Look, I wasn’t the one who found him. You need to get here soon.”

The line went dead, and you tried to steady your racing heart, and stave off the oncoming panic attack. The drive felt like it had dragged on for hours, your eyes constantly flicking down to the clock, and only seven minutes had passed since you had left the store. You didn’t even bother locking the car, swiping the keys and your bag from the seat and racing your way upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. 

Your muscles ached and burned, screaming out in protest as you ran three entire floors uphill in what felt like it had only been thirty seconds flat. You were gasping for breath upon reaching the loft, the shouting inside having been echoing clearly through the building from the open door to the main living area, hitting your ears from the very second you’d stepped inside. Anger flooded through you as you took in the sight inside, and you took a deep breath to contain yourself. 

Your friends were all gathered around, varying expressions of concern to anger to confusion across their faces, and Stiles was the first to notice you. His arms were crossed around his middle, hunched over and chewing on the nail of his thumb when his eyes met yours, and he seemed to light up a little bit, Scott clapping a hand on his shoulder as he took you in, and your flannel-wearing friend skidded across the floor to you.

You glanced over his shoulder, brows furrowing at the group huddled around where you assumed your not-so-hidden friend to be, growling and yelling filling your ears, and while Stiles tried to grab you, you forced your way through.

Sitting on the floor, back to the wall was a very scared looking V, his eyes wide and frantic, claiming only a little when he saw you. His lip was busted, a red mark that was bleeding from a slight graze was hidden under his hairline, and you whipped around form him to face down your friends. Derek stared at you, teeth bared, wolf-side on full display as claws were bared when he pointed at you and you glared right back at him, holding your ground. 

Cora was by his side, and you shot her a quick glare, your jaw tense and shoulders squared as you stepped towards the two, your other friends all still talking, questions pouring from them, threats and wondering and your head was practically pounding from the noise and rowdy chaos already, and so you could only imagine the way the man cowering on the floor must feel. 

“Back the fuck up.” You were met with a growl from both Cora and Derek, and you raised your brows challengingly. “Are you going to maul me like a rabid fucking dog? If not, I said back off.”

Derek sighed, his claws pulling back, and he retreated back into himself, returning to his normal form, all except for his eyes which continued to glow at you, and Cora crossed her arms, sneering at you as she turned her back to you both, stalking across the room and upstairs as she mumbled insults and cruel words at you. Silence settled over the room, and you ignored them all, turning away and dropping to your knees, letting out a heavy sigh as you took in the worried face of the man before you. 

“Are you okay?” He shot you a look, to ask if you were really serious about that question, but you shuffled forward on your knees toward him, and he leaned up to face you better. Your hands cupped his cheeks, smoothing his hair back to look at the injury on his head, and you glared over your shoulder at the male wolf you assumed to have inflicted such an injury, and he at least had the dignity to look a little sheepish. 

His hands came up, covering yours gently and bringing them down from his face, your attention snapping back to him as he gave you a small smile, whispering his response as he let your connected hands fall to his lap. “I’m okay.”

“C’mon, let’s get you up.” You rocked back onto your feet, pulling him up to stand with you, and he was once again towering over you. He was practically pressed to your back once you turned back to your friends, and they all practically took a collective intake of breath as they prepared to fire off their questions at you once again. Holding your hand up, you looked at them all, feeling a pair of slightly cooler to the touch fingers slip in between yours, and you looked down at your hand, not the only one to do so, but you squeezed back reassuringly. “One question at a time, or we’re leaving.”

As if to make a point, Scott closed the loft door, and you rolled your eyes in exasperation, but returned your attention to the group. Derek was the first to speak up, as you’d have expected, and you braced yourself for anything he may say as he stepped forward. 

“How long has he been here?”

You grinned, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, having expected more to have been yelled or cursed at, and you shrugged, playing with his fingers between your own absentmindedly. “Since the beginning of the summer, not long after you left.”

“And why exactly is he here?” Allison piped up, and you moved to looking at her, feeling the man beside you shuffle a little closer, switching between his feet nervously. 

“I had to keep him somewhere, he was hurt when I found him.” 

The questions kept going, breaking up your explanation as they all took turns firing away in wonder until the story was almost entirely out int he open, but the more you got off of your chest was the more you panicked, because Stiles had yet to say anything, his eyes fixed on the floors as he took it all in. 

You could understand why; it was a lot. 

Everybody seemed to be reeling from your words. Knowing that you’d found this lookalike, having fought with him so much at first as you all but nursed him back to health, and he soothed your panic attacks. You’d spent almost your entire summer locked away here in the loft, teaching him how to cook and care for himself, how to use technology and teach him about everything he needed to know.

Stiles was the final question, his eyes meeting yours as he finally looked up at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Why does he look like me?”

Your jaw snapped shut, but your eyes stayed locked with his, and you worried about the words in your head while trying to think about what to say. 

“That one is a little harder to explain.”

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The atmosphere around you all seemed to have cooled down, and you were sitting on the couch, the others sprawled out around you as you sat with your legs slung across your best friend’s lap, his hands smoothing up and down your calf, as he processed the story you had just told him. V was on the floor at the other side of the coffee table, watching on carefully and in silence as other’s milled about the loft. Kira and Scott were mumbling to one another about it all from the armchair, Malia was eating leftovers from the fridge and Lydia was bobbing a tea bag in her mug, blowing the steam off delicately as she clutched it in her hands.

The atmosphere was tense, you could tell there was still a simmering rage aimed at you for not telling them about what had happened, and yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to care because it was finally all out in the open, and he gave you a small smile as he finally looked up at you. 

“Guardian angel, huh?”

You grinned, nodding your head as Stiles sent you a dopey smile, and you reached a hand out to ruffle his hair. “Can you believe it?”

“Well, y’know, werewolves exist, I was possessed by a demon, Jackson turns into a cannibalistic iguana cosplayer, so why not?” He joked, and you shook your head, lolling back into the couch and closing your eyes for a split second, the tension leaving your body as you relaxed. Despite the anger that still resided towards your deceit, you no longer felt like you had to deal with the growing stress of keeping a secret from the people you cared about the most. “I do have a question, though.”

“Hmm?” 

“What exactly is going on between the two of you?” He pointed his finger between you and the man who looked exactly like him, who was currently occupied by a casual interrogation disguised as a chat with Allison, and you turned to look at Stiles. He only fixed you with a knowing look, his eyebrows raised and lips pursed, sealing away the cheeky smirk on his face. “It’s clearly something. But, it doesn’t change anything between the two of us, right?”

“God, no, never. I’ve seen you throw up all over yourself after eating a whole bag of curly fries and drinking seven of your dad’s beers before dancing on a table.”

“Hey, now, that was a good day.” He tucked you close to him, pulling you under is arm until your face was pressed into his side, and you scowled, your face screwing up as you tried to push away from him. 

“You smell! Get off me, when did you last wash your shirt? Or your pits for that matter?” 

He grinned, laughing it off, before beginning to talk your ear off about something you weren’t paying attention to, instead choosing to look to back to the other man, his eyes flicking to yours as Allison continued to barricade him with questions and ideas, your lips forming a smile, one eye dropping in a lazy wink, and he returned the sentiment by letting his lips twist up at the sides to smile back. 

For a good two or three hours, you felt the worries of the world slip away. The benefactor, the supernatural, everything slipped form your mind. The rest of the group had a lot of questions for V, and so as some kind of peace offering, Derek ordered in a fair amount of pizza for the group, and you found yourself leaning against his side, your legs crossed, his spread out before him and a box of pizza sitting between them, half-eaten as you shared the large wheel. 

It almost felt like this could become your new normal, like everything could go back to the way it once was, before Scott got bitten and before your life was flipped upside down, and for the first time in a long time, you weren’t cursing that fateful night that had made your world crazy. 

That little bit of joyful freedom came crashing down around your feet once again, as though fate really had it out for you on this particular day, because with everyone else in the group gathered around, there was no reason that the wolves of the group suddenly perked up, silence falling over everyone as heads lifted, looking into the air and sniffling out. 

Even Cora had made an appearance, the second after she came downstairs to glare at you and swipe up a box of pizza, before disappearing into her room again. Now, she was standing at the top of the spiral staircase, looking down with her eyes squinted as she stared at a certain spot on the wall, and the tension was palpable and thick.

Only seconds later, the easy mood was completely and utterly shattered, the door being pulled backwards with so much force that it bounced off of its sliders and almost tore from the wall. A team stood in the doorway, aggressive stances and armed with weapons, your jaw dropped. The noise around you felt like a sudden and muffled background filler, everything seeming to move too fast while also going far too slowly, and it wasn’t until you felt hands on your upper arms, forcefully pulling you to your feet with a bruising grip as you were tugged away towards the wall. 

Allison had kitchen knives in her hands, claws and fangs were flying around as a solid wall of supernatural and hunter force formed before you, and the acrylics of Lydia’s nails were digging into your skin as she dragged you backwards. Stiles was already pressed to the wall, eyes wide as he looked around and tried to find a solution, and V was staring right at you, his arms held out as he tried to lure you into action, break in through your shock or do something, and you stumbled along, falling into his arms. 

They wrapped tightly around you, a hand weaving into your hair as he held you tight, holding your face into his shoulder as the other wrapped around your waist. He kept you tightly to him, shushing your whimpers each time you heard a painful grunt or shout of agony. He mumbled in your ear, constantly reassuring you of what was happening, until you felt like you’d choked back enough panic to look up at the scene yourself. 

It was a battlefield, chipped wood from broken furniture and splattered blood across the walls and floor, Isaac was fighting, pinning someone to the floor as another had a coil wire wrapped around his neck, red hot and glowing as it sliced into his skin and he did the best he could to fight them both. 

Allison and Kira were back to back but overwhelmed, both Scott and Derek trying to deal with the growing threat of a crown around them before them as Malia moved to tackle the man trying to decapitate your scarf-wearing friend, a small sigh of relief leaving you. You were outnumbered but not outgunned, you knew your friends could handle it but that didn’t mean without sacrifice or injury, and you feared for the way they were coping. 

You knew you had to do something to help, you just didn’t know what.

Claws were being thrown, guns fired off, and a startled scream tore from your lips as a drinking glass shattered when a bullet flew right through it, and you’d had enough of cowering in the corner. Catching sight of a clawed-up metal pipe hanging from the wall, and you pushed the arms that were wrapped around you down, ignoring the shouts of Lydia and V, Stiles grasping your arm and following after you, skimming along the walls as you made your way toward it. 

Stopping down with force, the metal snapped away from the rest with a groan, clattering across the floor, and you scooped it up, thankful that the metal was cold as you held it securely in your hands. Wrapping your fingers around it, you stepped forwards, closing in on the man who currently had what was almost a spear in his hands as he jabbed at Scott’s chest, your friend doing the best he could to avoid it. 

You weren’t that strong, you didn’t have a lot of muscle to work with or any experience in fighting but with everything you could muster within yourself you swung forward, the impact reverberating along the pipe and shaking all the way to your hands as the man collapsed in a heap, unconscious on the floor as you shook. He had a gash across his skull, your hands shaking as your eyes went wide and Scott looked at you, watching as unshed tears formed and he shook his head, Stiles placing a hand on your back to comfort you. 

Leaning down, your tanned friend felt for a pulse, and you took a raspy and gasping breath. “I didn’t want to kill him! I was just trying to help, oh m-”

“Shh, no, he’s alive! You just have a really good hit!” Scott soothed, the fight coming to a close as the numbers began to even out, and you let out a deep sigh of relief, clutching as your chest as the weight that lifted off of your shoulders made you think you may actually float away into the sky. You placed a hand onto the alpha’s shoulder, taking deep and steadying breaths, and Stiles clapped a hand on your shoulder. 

“We should have a Beacon Hills baseball team, you can be our star batter!”

Scott laughed at Stiles’ comment, glancing over your shoulder, before the joyful expression on his face dropped and he let out a dull shout as he ducked you out of the way, a final threat as he whipped your body around, stumbling over his feet and holding you close as the two of you fell out of harm’s way and onto the floor.

Another boy who had come with the attacking group had lunged at you both, and you screamed as Stiles was left defenceless, being closed in on by the man with the knife. In a blur of movement, Stiles was pulled out of the way, tackled to the ground as the man on the offensive made to slash at him, and Malia was quick to take the man by the back of the head, walking him in fast motions and slamming his head into the brick wall, his body crumpling in unconsciousness to the floor. 

The fight didn’t last much longer, and you crawled your way toward Stiles, his now human guardian angel laying beside him and clutching at his arm, blood smeared across his fingers as he grunted, and Stiles was staring at him with something between shock and awe. 

“Dude, you just saved my life.”

V let out a deep chuckle, slightly strained and suffering through his pain as he sat up, and you dropped down to your knees, eyes meeting Stiles’ and he sent you a reassuring nod before you were peeling the other boy’s fingers away from his arm, getting a look at the cut on his upper arm. 

His shirt was torn, sliced right through to his skin and while it wasn’t a deep cut, tears still sprung back to your eyes, something between pure joy that they were both alive, and fear for his well-being as he looked down at the injury he had gained. You pushed the jacket from his arms, and he lifted the sleeve of his shirt out of the way, and Lydia dropped down beside you with the first aid kit form the kitchen. 

“No! No, it’s empty! Get the stuff from the second drawer on the kitchen island!” Stiles was moving before she was, and she followed after him, the pair of them bringing enough supplies through for everyone, and your hands were shaking as you tried to open a packet of gauze. Warm hands closed over yours, slight bloodstains smearing across your skin from his. 

“It’s just a scratch.” He whispered, and you nodded, licking over your lips and taking a deep breath, unwrapping the bandaging and laying it across your lap as you picked up a disinfectant wipe or clean the nick on his skin with. 

“Just a scratch? You saved my life!” Stiles was practically exploding with glee and excitement and thankfulness, and you let out a weak chuckle, shaking your head fondly at your best friend, and he placed a friendly kiss to the top of your head before shoving your shoulder in retaliation for you laughing at him.

“Well, what are guardian angels for?” You froze at the words, your jaw gaping as you looked up at the boy you were patching up, and your best friend had much the same reaction, before he was laughing loudly and clapping him on the uninjured shoulder. Seconds later, Stiles was wandering away to help deal with the unconscious and slightly maimed team who had attacked them, Lydia following to start to patch them all up, and you kneeled beside him, admiration twinkling in your eyes as you looked at him. 

“I can’t believe you just made that joke.” You mumbled, and he let a small laugh loose for just you to hear, your fingers wrapping up and sealing the bandage carefully, before you were helping him to his feet. He raised a hand, running his fingers over your cheek delicately, and you tipped your head into his touch. “You saved my friend’s life.”

He shrugged as though it was no big thing, before lowering his hand to sit on your waist, and you gripped the shirt over his waist on your hands, holding him close to you. “It’s what I should have been doing all along. I failed him so many other times, this doesn’t really make up for anything.” You tipped your head to the side, glancing over his shoulder and he turned to look, Stiles standing behind him, scratching at the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Tell that to him. He seems pretty made up to be alive.”

Stiles stuck his tongue out at you as his doppelgänger stared at him with disbelief, unsure of quite what to say, and he looked between you and Stiles as he searched for words. “Stiles, I am so sorry.”

“For what?”

“For failing you?” You slipped your hand into V’s, his fingers immediately flexing around your own for support and you ran the pad of your thumb over his knuckles. “I should have looked after you, and done a better job. I wasn’t good, you deserved a better guardian than I am, and I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you.”

“You.. what?” You chuckled, pressing your face into the back of his shoulder and Stiles was a painted picture of amusement, holding a hand out to the man that looked identical to him.

“I forgive you. You saved my life, and you look after my best friend. I forgive you.” Slipping his hand free from yours, his hand met Stiles’, and they shook hands firmly, a peace formed between the two of them, and the silence only lasted a second before V was jolting suddenly. 

With a second jerky movement, he reached up and over his own shoulder clawing at his back as he fell to his knees, and you watched as the muscles in his back shifted, his knees cracking as the hit the floor. Pulling his shirt up over his head until it was tight around his biceps, he fell forwards, a pained scream leaving his lips as you stepped up beside him. Your hand had barely pressed to his heated skin before he was twisting awkwardly, a sickening crunch sounding out and he dropped down, elbows buckling as bone pushed out of the scars on his back, and you held back the urge to vomit as he squirmed in agonising pain, Stiles spinning on his heel, light-headed at the scene before him. 

You choked back the sound you wanted to make, squeezing your eyes shut before taking a knee before him, holding his cheeks and lifting his face to look at you. His eyes were wet with tears, cheeks flushed and you offered him a shaky smile in reassurance. 

“What’s happening to me?”

“I really can’t tell you. I don’t know what’s happening, but I got you, okay?” His eyes squeezed shut, muscle and skin crawling along the bone structures, and you felt your stomach physically twist and churn at the sight. He wheezed, whining out under his breath as you held him carefully. “I got you, okay? I’m here.”

“You’re here.”

“Yeah, honey.” He winced, and you watched the gruesome sight as the freshly woven skin pricked and parted, before a gasp was leaving you, pale stems bursting through before parting in white feathers, and you let out a breathy laugh. Your eyes were wide, jaw slack as you watched beautiful and large, pure white wings appear before your eyes. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” You were awestruck, watching as they finally grew to completion, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, vice hoarse from all his screaming and groaning, and he collapsed down, pulling back onto his knees just enough to slump over onto you.

“I think you just got your wings back.”

“What?” The appendages fluttered in his shock, and you felt this arms snake around your waist in exhaustion, your own arms looping around him, and you ran the edges of your fingers over the soft feathers tentatively, a happy sigh leaving him as you ran your touch over the soft wings. “That feels nice.”

“Your wings feel nice. They’re so soft.”

He chuckled, before it faded out, and he pulled back enough to look at you. The others were filtering into the room, taking in the sight before them, but neither of you paid them any attention, caught up in a bubble together as you stared at one another. 

They all discussed their opinions, Stiles offering the explanation that forgiveness was what he needed, and your heart was beating out of your chest as he flexed and extended the wings around himself, stretching them out and grunting happily, like a muscle being stretched after a long period of laying down, as though a cramp was being relieved, and he looked between them himself, lifting his fingers to brush over the edge of the feathers he could reach, fluttering them a little bit and chuckling happily under his breath.

“Can you tell me how many black feathers there are?”

You stood up, and he did the same, watching as you rounded his back to look, and he gave you a second, before turning on you and taking in your widely smiling face. “There isn’t any?”

“No black feathers?”

“All pure as snow!” You beamed, and he took your face in his hands, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your forehead. The kiss lingered, long and sweet and your eyes closed as you leaned into it. Raising your head, you bumped the tip of your nose against his, and a throat being cleared loudly caught your attention, your cheeks heating up as you snapped away from one another.

Derek looked at you both, slightly beaten up but rapidly healing, and he offered an apologetic look, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his hands together as everyone turned to look at him.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but it's no time to relax just yet. That was just the beginning, our threat isn’t over yet, and we need to be ready.”

[full-of-roman-angst-trash]

Blind and Naive

(You are here) (Part 2) (Part 3)

TW: Unsympathetic Virgil, Abusive Virgil, Unsympathetic Patton, Unsympathetic Logan? (Not really), Abused Roman, Toxic Prinxiety, Abusive Relationship, Verbal Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Fighting, Dismissal of Feelings, Cursing, Manipulation, Belittling, Gaslighting, Guilt-tripping, Body Shaming, Self-Harm, Self-Doubt, Anorexia, Self-Deprecation, Negative Body Image, Roman lashes out at Janus, and A LOT of Roman angst

If I missed any, please tell me and I will add it.

Word count: 3970

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“Will you be my boyfriend?”

The question rings in my ears and I feel my brain desperately trying to think of an answer.

I know I don’t like Virgil, at least not in a romantic sense. But at the same time, I know that if we start dating, most of the fandom will be ecstatic. We are one of the most popular ships in the fandom after all.

Come on Roman, give the fans what they want. How do you expect to be the favorite if you can’t satisfy them or please them because of a selfish reason? And either way, what can go wrong? Maybe you might even fall for Virgil eventually.

I take a deep breath and nod, putting on an excited smile, “Yes!”

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It had all started okay. We had announced our relationship to the fandom and most of them were happy! Of course, there were the few that didn’t like our relationship and those who were indifferent but that was fine. I even started to grow feelings for Virgil!

Everything was fine…

But then… Something… 

Changed...

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“Roman! You promised we were going to have a movie night today!”

I look down, the guilt in my chest growing more and more with every second that passes.

“I know... But I really need to finish this script… I’m so sorry Virgil… I promise I will make it up to you...!” My voice is hushed and weak

Suddenly, he starts to cry and I feel my heart sink.

“YOU PROMISED ROMAN! YOU CARE MORE ABOUT A DUMB SCRIPT THAN ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND!?” His voice is shaky and filled with hurt.

“No, no, no! T-that’s not it! I promise! I-I j-just-”

He cuts me off with a sharp slap that makes my cheek sting and ache. 

“IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO HANG OUT WITH ME AND TREAT ME RIGHT THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD BREAK UP!” He starts crying harder before looking away from me.

I feel tears begin to prick my eyes and my body begin to shake.

“I-I’m s-sorry! P-please d-don’t leave me!”

Please...! I don’t want the fandom to hate me even more...! I don’t want dad to get mad at me...! I don’t want to be alone again...! I d-don’t want to lose you...!

Despite my best efforts, I feel the tears in my eyes begin to spill and roll down my face. 

“We can have movie night! I-I can just do my work another day!” I cringe when I hear the heavy desperation in my voice.

I hear Virgil sigh before he turns to face me. He suddenly isn’t crying anymore and instead he just has an annoyed expression on his face.

“Fine,” His voice is so cold it forces a shiver to run down my spine, “I won’t break up with you. Now shut up and stop crying. You look so fucking pathetic.”

Pathetic...

I go to reply but before I can, I hear Virgil mumble, “So much for being a prince...”

A true prince isn’t a whiny crybaby! Stop being such a little bitch! You were in the wrong, so why are YOU crying!? He had every right to be mad at you!

I quickly wipe my tears away and force myself to calm down, “Sorry...”

He gives me a tight smile, “It’s fine. Now, put the movie on, and let’s cuddle on the couch.”

I smile a little and nod. He sits down on the couch as I put the movie on. Once the movie is on, I sit next to him on the couch and rest my head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me close, and I can’t help but smile more. 

See, if you’re good, he’ll be nice to you! All you have to do is follow his rules and stay on his good side. How hard can that be...?

____

Virgil looks up at me, a disgusted expression on his face. 

“Are you seriously going to eat all that?” His voice comes out harsh and judgmental.

Disgusting pig...

I look down at my plate and hold back a wince. Now that I was actually paying attention to it, the amount of food on my plate made my stomach turn. 

Are you blind!? Why did you get so much food!? Aren’t you already fat enough!? If you want to be perfect stop being such a pig! How can anyone ever love someone as fat and disgusting as you!? STOP EATING! Fill up on water or something! Count your calories more! YOU HAVE TO BE PERFECT!

I swallow the lump in my throat and look back up at Virgil, “N-no... I accidentally got too much food... Of course, I wasn’t planning on eating all this...”

Virgil’s expression quickly changes from disgust to anger. He slams his hands on the table as he stands up, the sudden loud noise and movements make me flinch.

“BULLSHIT! DON’T LIE TO ME! WHAT TYPE OF BOYFRIEND ARE YOU!? FIRST YOU’RE GREEDY AND THEN YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO LIE ABOUT IT!?”

Greedy...

I cover my face with my hands to try and hide the fear in my face, “N-no! I-I swear...! I-I didn’t mean to g-get so much f-food!”

A scoff escapes his lips, “Fine... If you’re not going to tell me the truth then have it your way.”

He stands up and starts walking back to his room.

I reach out to him, “W-wait...” My voice is weak and shaky.

Useless...

He stops but doesn’t bother to glance at me or anything, “You’re sleeping in the basement today. And don’t you dare show yourself until you’ve lost some weight.”

And with that, he leaves.

My shaky knees give out, I fall to the floor, gripping my hair tightly and biting my lip as I try to stop myself from crying.

Don’t you dare cry! Stop being so sensitive! If you weren’t such a fuck up, he wouldn’t have gotten mad at you! Stop being so stupid and do something right for once! You let him down! You should have known better! Go to the basement and start planning your meals...

I slowly stand up and grab my plate, the site of it almost making me puke. I quickly throw away the food in the trash and put the plate in the sink. Then I make my way to the basement.

____

“Roman, stop being so dramatic.”

I flinch a little and keep my eyes glued to the floor. I couldn’t help but fidget with my hands desperately and ineffectively trying to stop my tears.

Dramatic... 

“I-I’m sorry...- I-I just...- Y-you said...-” I trip over my words, the ever-growing lump in my throat not helping to make the situation easier.

He scoffs, “Stop lying, I didn’t even say anything about you.”

I bite my tongue, “B-but you d-did... Y-You said-”

The second I realize what I said I cut myself off. 

Nononononono!!! Y-you idiot! He’s going to get mad at you!

Before I can apologize he walks up to me and pinches my arm, making me grimace.

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR!? I DIDN’T CALL YOU ANNOYING! IF ANYONE IS A LIAR, IT’S YOU!”

Liar...

I feel myself start to hyperventilate as I wrap my arms around my stomach tightly, “Y-you’re right... I-I’m sorry... Y-you would n-never say that...”

“Whatever,” Virgil steps away from me, “Have you eaten?”

I hug my stomach tighter at the mention of eating and shake my head, unable to force myself to speak.

He walks back over to me and puts a hand on my chin. He lifts my head and has me look at him, a smile on his face.

“Good, I’m glad you’re following the rules. As a reward, we can go cuddle in my room.”

A bright smile creeps into my face. I nod excitedly and we sink down to his room. At first, it was going great, but then, Virgil’s room began to affect me. I was getting more and more anxious but I ignored it.

Don’t ruin this nice moment! You’re always begging for attention, and you finally got it. DON’T MESS IT UP! You’re lucky he even agreed to cuddle after you accused him of lying. 

I stay quiet and just cuddle closer to Virgil, when he holds me closer I almost completely forget about my growing anxiety. 

____

At first, our arguments and insults stayed out of the videos. But soon, they began to leak through

“So do I, but I’m not like THAT.” 

Sorry... I just really like Disney...

“And as usual, you were completely unnecessary.”

Unnecessary....

“Prince, I got to say you do impress me, by being a clueless moron all the time.”

Clueless moron...

“Even Prince knew that.”

I get it... I’m the dumbest...

“Don’t encourage him.”

I’m just trying to do my job... I just want to be listened to...

“If it’s not original, haven’t we all lost?”

I’m trying! It’s harder than you think!

“You tried, you failed.”

Failed... I’m a failure...

“Princey, you are done, give it up!”

NO! I can’t give up! I can’t let him down!

“Princey, you could never let me down,” Thomas said in a sincere voice but I couldn’t help and be skeptical.

“No?” Said Virgil in a surprised and doubtful voice.

He doesn’t believe in me....

“They’re also determined and chivalrous.” Explained Thomas.

“And this is the one Roman thinks he’s in?” Asked Virgil in a fake whisper.

I guess he doesn’t think I’m determined or chivalrous... Am I that delusional to think I am...?

“I’m not evil!” I desperately called out.

“Says who?” Virgil quickly shot back.

E-evil... I can’t be evil... I’m supposed to be good...

“I so liked the original idea that I misinterpreted.”

Is my idea not good enough...?

“I tried to course-correct, but you wouldn’t let me.”

I just wanted a bit of control for once...

“Whatever, you know you screwed it up.”

Like I always do...

“All I’m saying is that you both suck at what you do and I’m tired of having to keep lighting fires under your butt”

I suck at my job... But at least I have Virgil to fix my mistakes...

“Wow, you are, unbelievably extra any chance you get.”

Extra... Always too extra...

“You know Roman, it’s too bad your brain isn’t as big as that chin.”

I’m not dumb... I-I’m not...

“It’s a puppet bit, just ignore them.”

Ignore me like always, right...?

“Too bad your “big admission” is dwarfed by your gargantuan failures.”

All I ever do is fail...

“Okay, you can stop.”

I’m just being myself....

“Shut up!”

Sorry...

“Princey, Princey, Princey, so naive.”

Naive...?

“Are you seriously siding with Deceit?”

I’m just trying to give him a chance...

“What are you- the jury decides if he’s guilty!”

So he only cares to correct me...?

____

I can’t take it anymore...! I-it hurt so much...!

I stand in front of my mirror, a feeling of hurt and loneliness corrupting my heart. My eyes are bloodshot red and tears flowed down my face at an alarming rate. My whole body was shaking and my breathes were shaky. 

Ugly! Stupid! Your shoulders aren’t broad enough! Your thighs are too wide! Your stomach is too big! Your neck is too fat! Your arms too heavy! You aren’t perfect enough! You’re still eating too much! Why are you still not good enough?! 

I curl my hands into a fist, my shaking becoming increasingly worse with every passing second. Suddenly, I’m no longer able to look at my own reflection.

Before I knew it, a loud crash filled my ears and I felt my knuckles sting. I looked at the mirror. It was now cracked and bloody. I look down at my knuckles, they were full of blood. 

But to my surprise, the pain felt... 

Good...

It hurts... My knuckles sting and ache... but... I like it... It feels nice... 

____

Eventually, I just gave up.

“Roman! You messed everything up again!”

“Sorry.”

I stopped fighting.

“Stop being dramatic. We all know that you’re just trying to get attention.”

“You’re right. Sorry,” I plastered a smile on my face.

I followed everything he said.

“Can’t you just come up with something good for once!? Stop wasting our time with your useless shitty ideas!”

I nod, “I’ll try harder, I promise.”

I just agreed.

“You’re still not skinny enough. Are you even trying!?”

“I am trying, I’m sorry, I’ll do more.”

I stayed silent and out of the way. I continued to skip meals. I kept self harming. Every day, things got worse and worse. But, at least, I still have Virgil.

____

They told me that if anything is bothering me to reach out. I slowly walk to the couch where Logan and Patton were sitting. I stand a few feet in front of them but neither of them acknowledged me.

I take a deep breath and clear my throat, finally getting their attention.

“Salutations Roman,” Logan said, looking up from his book, “Is there something that you require us for?”

I awkwardly avoid eye contact and mumble, “I, Um... Need to get some things off my chest...”

Logan raises a brow and fully sets his looks down, “Okay?”

While Logan seems to be somewhat interested, Patton just rolls his eyes.

“Fine, but hurry up, I was watching a movie,” Patton’s voice is harsh, making me flinch.

I see Logan give Patton a disappointed and displeased face, but Patton just ignores him.

I take another deep breath.

Just say it... It’s okay... T-they’ll believe me... R-right...?

After a few more seconds of debating with myself, I quietly mutter out, “V-Virgil, h-has b-been v-verbally a-abusing m-me...”

There’s a beat of silence. No longer than a couple of seconds. But, it feels like forever.

“Really Roman?” Patton’s voice cuts through the silence like a sharp knife, his tone annoyed and disappointed.

I put my head down and squeezes my eyes shut, “Y-yes...”

Patton’s sighs heavily and responds in a flat, unamused tone, “Roman, I’m disappointed in you. First, you’re mean to Virgil and now you’re lying about him abusing you!? Aren’t you supposed to be a prince? What type of prince lies about their significant other? Especially after he was was nice enough to forgive you for being so rude and gave you a chance.”

Pain and betrayal hit me like a truck going full speed. 

“I-I’m not l-lying!” I start shaking. I turn to Logan expectantly but to my surprise, he just looks away with a distraught expression on his face.

“Go to your room, Roman,” I don’t turn my attention back to Patton, instead I just start walking away.

As I leave, I hear Patton mumble to himself, “And to think that I labeled him the good one.”

I run to my room, making sure to slam the door as I go in.

They don’t care! They said they cared! They said we were friends! That we had each other’s backs! Was it all a lie!? Am I really that stupid and naive!? Why don’t they love me...? What did I do!?

I flop down on my bed, but I don’t cry, I felt like crying and I wanted to, but I couldn’t. So, I just lay there on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling numb and broken.

____

I’m done! Enough is enough! I can’t do this anymore! They don’t care about me! None of them do! They all hate me! EVEN Thomas hates me now! I was supposed to be his hero! I was supposed to be the good one! 

I grip my sash tightly before ripping it off and tearing it to rags.

I don’t deserve it! Just like I don’t deserve any love and attention! I’m not good enough! I never will be! It isn’t fair!

I take off my prince costume, now only wearing the black shirt I usually wear underneath it. I take the shirt of my costume and quickly rip it up as well.

They chose a liar over me!? Why!? I’ve been trying so hard to prove myself to them! I kill myself to try and come up with creative ideas! I forced myself to change to meet their standards! I tore myself apart to please them!

I fall to the floor in defeat. A feeling of numbness suddenly washing over all my guilt, pain, sadness, and anger. Yet, even when I feel nothing but empty and numb, the tears won’t stop.

I followed Thomas’ request and tried to get rid of Virgil, only to get antagonized and proved wrong. So I tried my hardest to be nice to Virgil yet he is allowed to abuse and insults me all he wants! Then when I try to stand up for myself I get attacked by Thomas, Patton, and the fandom! I tried to be nice to De-Janus to show them I changed, and I’m wrong! So, I try being mean to him like they told me to be, and I’m wrong again! Nothing I ever do is right! Suddenly, Patton can be wrong just like everything we’ve known our whole life!

My wrist hurt, and I feel the blood of my multiple wounds running down my arm. My lungs begin to sting and burn, my throat clamps up keeping any air from reaching my lungs, my chest aches, and I start feeling lightheaded.

I want somebody... Anybody... I just need someone...

But who...? I’m all alone... I have nobody...

...Remus...

____

I stand outside of Remus’ room.

This is a bad idea... What if he laughs at me...!? But... He’s the only person I have left... 

I slowly knock on the door, cursing myself when I see how shaky my hand is.

After what seems like forever, the door opens and Remus looks at me with a shocked and concerned face.

“Roman?! What happened!? You look like shit! Are you okay!?” He slowly takes a step towards me and pulls me into a hug.

The second he hugs me, I fall apart again. 

Chocked sobs shake my body and I cling to Remus, hiding my face in his shoulder. I hear Remus sigh softly and he gently ushers me inside. He leads me to his bed and sits both of us down.

“Shhh, it’s okay Ro. You’re okay, just breathe.” 

I flinch slightly at how gentle and soft Remus’ voice is before nodding slightly. I start taking shaky deep breaths.

I don’t know how much time passes, but I eventually calm down. I slowly pull away from Remus and look down.

“I-I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to just come and burden you after all these years of ignoring you...” Despite how hard I try, my voice stays weak and tiny.

Remus, gently puts a comforting hand on my shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize, you aren’t burdening me.”

I bite my lip, “A-are you sure...? I-I s-started crying... and b-bothering you with my i-issues...”

Remus hugs me again and softly says, “Roman. You aren’t a burden and you’re not bothering me. Just because you started crying doesn’t mean you have to apologize. It’s okay to cry.”

W-what...? But Virgil always said that I shouldn’t cry...? He says I’m just being annoying and self-centered... W-was he lying..?

I hesitantly nod, hugging Remus back, “Okay...”

Suddenly, I feel someone on the bed shift a bit and my heart sinks. 

S-someone else is here?!

I pull away from the hug and look behind me, not sure what to expect. The face staring back at me immediately makes all my anger come rushing back to me.

“What are you doing here, Snake?” My voice comes out harsher than I expected it to but I can’t be bothered to care.

I see Janus flinch slightly and Remus sighs.

“Ro, that was mean... Apologize to Jan.”

A-apologize... 

My heart drops and it suddenly becomes impossible to breathe. I feel Remus go to pull me into another hug but I push him away and quickly stand up.

“APOLOGIZE!? WHY DO I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE!?” At this point I’m crying and shaking again, but this time, they’re tears of anger, “AFTER EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE TO ME, I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE MAD!”

“Roman, I-” Janus starts but I quickly cut him off.

“YOU PRETENDED TO BE PATTON AND HAD ME PRANCE AROUND ON A STAGE, EXPLOITING MY TRUST AND SOMETHING I LOVE! THEN YOU MADE ME THE STUPID JUDGE IN YOUR DUMB TRIAL AND PRETENDED TO BE MY FRIEND! AND WHEN I DIDN’T AGREE WITH YOU, YOU PUNISHED ME BY HAVING MY BROTHER HIT ME OVER THE HEAD WITH HIS MORNING STAR! YOU FILLED MY HEAD WITH FAKE COMPLIMENTS, POKING AT MY INSECURITIES AND MY DESPERATION FOR SOME SORT OF PRAISE AND LOVE!” My voice quivers and shakes. 

At this point, I see tears form in the corner of Janus’ eyes, but I continue, mostly because I just NEED to rant.

“YOU USED ME JUST TO GET LISTENED TO! AND I GET IT! IT SUCKS TO BE IGNORED! BUT THAT DOESN’T JUSTIFY YOUR SHITTY ACTIONS! LOGAN GETS IGNORED AND YOU DON’T SEE HIM MANIPULATING OTHERS! I GET IGNORED AND YOU DON’T SEE ME EXPLOITING OTHERS WEAKNESS! REMUS GETS IGNORED AND YOU DON’T SEE HIM USING OTHERS! THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO BE LISTENED!” My voice breaks off, unable to continue screaming.

I laugh, the laugh heavily laced with bitterness and sadness, then I crumple to the floor. 

“I-I have a r-right t-to...- T-to...-” I cut myself off and just cry into my hands, going from angry frustrated tears to sorrowful tears.

I hear both of them slowly stand up, Remus takes a knee next to me while Janus sits in front of me. I feel Remus starts to slowly and gently rub my back.

“Roman,” Janus’ voice is soothing and gentle, making me look up at him.

His face is full of guilt and the tears that pricked his eyes a few seconds ago were now slipping down.

“I’m SO sorry,” He continues, “I know what I did is wrong and that it seriously hurt you. I know that a sorry won’t fix the mess I’ve caused. And I know that nothing I do will change the past. But, I really am sorry. You don’t have to forgive me yet, you can forgive me when you are ready. For now, just breathe, everything will be okay.” 

I don’t have the strength to argue, not anymore. All I do is give him a small nod in response and start slowly breathing.

Remus starts slowly breathing with me while Janus whispers reassurance, and it surprising helps, a lot. I continue breathing, and slowly start calming down.

It will be okay...?

____

“How are you feeling Ro?” Remus asks in a gentle calming voice.

I smile a little and quietly mumble, “I feel slightly better. Thank you.”

He nods, smiling softly, “Of course Ro.”

“So,” I turn my attention to Janus, “Do you think you’re ready to tell us what happened?” He keeps his voice super gentle and soothing.

His tone helps keep me calm and I slowly nod, “Yeah...”

They both look at me, and I can’t help but feel a warmth in my heart.

They’re willing to listen to me... They’re actually going to listen... 

I take a deep breath, ready to just get everything off my chest.

____

To be continued.

I finally finished! This took so long, but I really liked it. Also, kinda sucks that this had to come out on Roman’s birthday, but I really didn’t want to post it any later. So, yeah, part 2 will be out soon. Later! 

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The Silent Treatment (M)

READER (y/n) X KIM HONGJOONG (Ateez) Genre: Smut, DOM!Hongjoong, Angst, Slight Fluff Word Count: 2503 Words Summary:  Your anniversary was coming up soon and you had so much planned and prepared for the special date but your boyfriend suddenly reveals that he had an unexpected schedule pop up. An argument breaks out between the two of you and you decide to give him the silent treatment. Little did you know it would turn to something more heated. 

(Author’s Note: Fix On! Once again, it’s 4am and I finally finished writing this piece. Hopefully you like it, I have 5 smut drafts (1 Seonghwa, 1 Woosan, 1 Wooyoung, 1 Yeosang and 1 Yunho) right now but I keep on getting sidetracked or writers block. I guess I’ll upload them when I’m finished with them. Till then, I hope you guys enjoy this one C: )

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You were pissed.

No, wait.

You were beyond pissed.

You miss the times when things were small and simple, before it all turned complicated and messy. Big things had made its way to bother your relationship but something about tonight was just too much.

There had been many times (too many to count on your fingers) where you had planned for a date with your boyfriend only for him to cancel on you last minute due to an unexpected schedule. Sometimes it was a photoshoot, sometimes it was a fan meeting, sometimes it was a variety show shooting. There also had been times where your boyfriend had to fly to another country to perform with his group mates.

You understood the consequences of dating an idol even before you had gotten into this relationship; always needing to expect the unexpected and to keep the relationship a secret from the public, and somehow, you always managed to pull through it.

But today, you really couldn't keep your cool. It was going to be your 5 year anniversary soon. You had been spent months planning for it. Hongjoong didn't know anything about your plans and you had even made sure with his manager that he was free for the weekend.

You had been in the clear for weeks. But suddenly out of nowhere your boyfriend announces that his company made plans for him, his groupmates and Eden to go to Japan to find inspiration for their next album.

You were arguing about how he should find a way to get out of it. You weren't  telling him specifically why he shouldn't  go for the trip and that made him angry cause you were keeping things from him, which triggered you to get angry at the way he was pressuring you to tell him. 

In the end you were screaming at him because the little things were taking a toll on you and everything just blew out of proportion. It eventually boiled down to the fact he was stressed because there was a lot of things on his plate and you were getting out your emotions at how much you actually missed him, and instead of telling him what you really feel, you ended up screaming things you didn't even mean.

And finally he snapped.

“Could you just please shut the fuck up?!” Hongjoong roared.

You watched the fire in his eyes while you were reeling from the shock of his words. You swallowed your words, seething in anger. 

He had crossed the line. 

There had been more than one occasion in your relationship where you had stressed to Hongjoong about how much you hated hearing someone tell you to shut up. 

When you were younger, you were bullied a lot in school and everyone used to tell you to shut up. Hearing Hongjoong telling you to shut up triggered you.

“Fine!” you fired back, your insides were boiling.

You shot him a disappointed look before you stormed into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you and locking it. If he wanted you to shut up so badly, then you were going to give him exactly what he asked for.

You undressed yourself and put on your pyjamas. You threw yourself onto the bed and slowly sobbed into your pillow. You heard music playing in the living room, it was Hongjoong’s way off cooling down and getting things off his mind.

About an hour passed by, the music turned off. You heard Hongjoong’s footsteps approaching the bedroom door and trying to open it.

“Baby, come on.” you heard his voice from outside the door. “I need to go to sleep.”

You remained quiet.

“Look y/n, I’m sorry but I can't clear up my schedule for our anniversary. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Now please babe, just open the door.”

After trying to open the door a few more times and getting no response from you, he eventually gave up and you heard him collapse again onto the couch with a loud sigh. 

You woke up the next morning feeling like shit and got yourself ready for college in silence. Hongjoong was still asleep on the couch, his mouth slightly open as soft snores came out.

It was really hard to stay mad at someone like Hongjoong, but you were still pissed at him.

You grabbed your keys from the countertop and left your apartment. You didn't bother to make coffee or breakfast for the both of you. You just wanted to make sure he didn't hear from you till you wanted him to.

It was almost 3pm, you were in class when you got a text from him. 

{ Hey, you want to talk about last night? }

You choose to ignore his message. It was around 6pm, when your class was over. “Hey y/n.” said one of you friend, “Me and a few others are gonna go get some drinks. Do you want to join us?” 

You hesitated at first before you remembered Hongjoong’s words; “Could you just please shut the fuck up?!”

“You know what. Sure.” You decided to let Hongjoong pay the price of his words for a little. Plus, drinks were exactly what you needed right now.

A few drinks in and you received a call from Hongjoong but instead of answering, you turned your phone off and ordered another round of shots.  

By the time you got home, it was very late and you were barely sober. You unlocked the door and walk in without even looking at Hongjoong who was on the couch waiting for you.

“Where were you? Why was your phone off? I WAS FUCKING WORRIED Y/N!” he said as he leaped off the couch. He grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him.

You looked him dead in the eyes, not showing him a hint of emotion. You pulled your hand away from him and walked towards the bedroom, nonchalantly untying your hair and taking off your cardigan as you heard him storming in behind you.

“What the fuck y/n?! Fucking answer me! Where the fuck were you?!”

You didn't bother to turn around to look at him, instead you walk towards the bathroom so you could take a shower but before you could, Hongjoong grabbed you by the arm and turned you around to face him.

“FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!”

He stared at you intensely, searching for something, anything. Anything that would give him an answer. Suddenly he caught a whiff of your s mell, alcohol.

“Did you go to a bar or something? Who were you with?!” 

You could see the anger In his eyes, the veins in his neck were visible. It scared you to see him like this, you’ve never seen him so angry before.

You looked him right in the eyes and kept quiet. Not making a single noise. You could still see the shimmer of concern in his furrowed brows but the burn of his eyes was sticking. 

You suddenly realised that you were getting slightly turned on, Hongjoong looked attractive when he was angry but you were not ready to back down and give him an answer.

He was furious.

His teeth were gritted.

His breathing got heavier.

His fingers dug into your arms.

You looked up into his eyes still not saying a word. The situation was getting too much for Hongjoong to bear.

He let out a growl before smashing his lips into yours, kissing you angrily. Your body instantly burned with desire. He looked so angry and frustrated, you could tell he was hungry for you. He turned and slammed you into the wall.

He ripped off your skirt as if he was angry with it. He pulled down your panties and lifted you up, supporting you using one arm as he slammed his hips into yours.

You could feel the power he had over you. Your lips crashed again, he bit your lower lip and forced his tongue into your mouth. 

You let out a gasp when you felt his two fingers thrust into you, his fingers thrusting in you so forcefully, each thrust sent waves of pleasure to your body.

You could feel yourself getting weak from how amazing it felt. You bit his lip and he pulled his face back with a growl.

“Fucking bitch.” he snarled at you.

Something about the way he said it turned you on even more. He never used that kind of language with you before, cursing wasn't his thing. He only cursed when he was really upset, just like earlier that night. Something about him cursing at you made your pussy throbbed. A loud moan escaped your mouth as his fingers mercilessly pounded into you. 

“You like that don't you?” he said as his thumb started to rub your clit, his two fingers still pounding into you. You gasped as your head snapped back.

You were desperately clinging onto his tensed arms to keep yourself from falling. He ruthlessly crashed his lips onto your exposed neck, leaving hickeys all over your neck. The sensation sending goosebumps all over your body. Another moan escaped your lips.

“What was that babe? You finally want to say something?” he said against your neck as he thrusted another finger into you.

It took you ever single strength into your power not to say a word. You wanted to make him work for it but to your despair, he pulled his fingers out of you, you whimpered at the lost of his fingers. A smirk slowly appearing on his face. 

He lifted you up from the wall and threw you onto the bed. He ripped off your t-shirt and tore off your bra, snapping it free from your arms.

You helped free his hard member from it’s “confinements”. He took off his hoodie and throws it across the room. Once you were both naked, he pulls you by your legs down the bed and into his arms again. He brought you up and lowered you onto his member, thrusting fiercely into you.

You bit your lips to suppress your scream, still not wanting to say a word to him. He kept thrusting into you fiercely and hitting your g-spot every time. Loud groans escape his mouth every time he thrusts into you.

He pushed you onto the bed and spread your legs wide. You gasped as he bit your nipple with his teeth. He proceeded to play with your nipple as his other hand messages your other breast. You ran your fingers through his hair as you came. He lets out a groan as he feels your walls tightened around his member.

“It fells good doesn't it?” he said with a smirk on his face. “Well, we’re not done yet.”

He smirks as he looks down at you, you were helpless under him. You had never seen this side of him before. You could tell that by his face that he really wasn't done with you yet. He still hadn't gotten you to talk to him.

He lifted you once again as if you weighed like nothing, rapidly moving you to the centre of the bed, pushing your pillows out of the way. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you into a kiss. 

“I’m going to make you scream my name. Make every single person in the apartment know who you belong to and who’s making you feel this good.” he growled “I want you to scream my name until you have no voice left.”

Your could see the flames in his eyes. His teeth gritted once again. Your body was so heated and full of pleasure. You felt as if you were going to pass out soon and it looked as if that’’s exactly what he intended to do. 

He position his member in front of your entrance and slammed his member into you again, instantly hitting your g-spot. He brought your hands above your head and pinned them onto the headboard with one of his hands. The other hand massaging your clit as his thrusts into you, his face buried in your neck as he left hickeys all over it. 

At this point, you were already a moaning mess. The pleasure was too much for you to handle, you could feel your climax coming. You started whimpering with each of his thrust. You could see from his face that he was close too. 

His thrust got faster, beads of sweat forming on his face. You could feel yourself loosing your strength to keep yourself quiet.

“Yes baby? You want to tell me something?” He said thrusting into you faster, hitting your g-spot every single time. You were going to come, you were so so close.

“Fu-- Fucking hell, Joong-- Please don’t fucking stop! OHMYGOD!OH--iM GOING TO--CUM!!” You screamed his name as you came undone on him. A few final thrust and he came into your hard. Hongjoong letting out a satisfied moan right into your ear.

He pulled out of you after a few minutes and rolled himself off you. Your body trembled, both of you took time to steady your breathing. A few moments later, Hongjoong pulled you into his arms.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry baby. I didn't mean to tell you to shut up. Pleas--Please dont do it again. I was so worried the whole time. I’m -- I’m so sorry baby.” he said choking up on his own words, sounding like he was about to burst into tears.

“No Joong, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have made you suffer. I was being immature and I'm so sorry we had this fight. I guessed I got too caught up in wanting you to be here for our anniversary that I forgot that you don’t really have any control over your schedule. We can wait till your break to celebrate it.” you said as you turned to him and caressed his cheek. He smiled as he pulled you into a sweet and passionate kiss.

“I know our anniversary is this Saturday but I have tomorrow off, we can go for an early anniversary date or something like that.” he said looking into your eyes.

“I would like that, thank you baby.” you said smiling. “Also baby, you look really hot when you’re angry. Maybe I should give you the silent treatment more often.”

He chuckled as he leaves a kiss on your forehead.

“Promise me you won't give me the silent treatment ever again. That really sucked.” 

[georgescatcafe]

the rising chariot — 3

rating: t warning/s: none pairing/s: platonic dream team, karl jacobs/sapnap genres/tags: percy jackson and the olympians au, friendship, angst summary: Nick Pappas isn’t sure it’s normal for teenagers to be sent across the United States on a quest that could potentially kill them, but Nick has started to realize that everything he thought was normal is entirely false. George Davies doesn’t particularly want to spend three consecutive days with this new camper and that son of Hermes who snagged his win in Capture the Flag two weeks ago, but he knows he has to suck it up and go with them, no matter how irritating they may be. Clay Bryce just wants to prove himself and show that he’s more than that troublesome kid from Cabin Eleven, but even as the leader of this quest, he’s not sure how to when Nick has fire powers and George is practically capable of mind-control.

Yet what they feel and want will mean nothing if they don’t complete their quest. When a petty feud between gods has Apollo threatening to take the Sun from the sky, the three must head out to stop him, but not just that—they’re in a race against an ancient enemy of the god, one who definitely will try and kill him if it gets to Apollo first.

New York City was as terrifying as it was large. Which means very. Floris, luckily, knew the city well, and he led Nick past block after block to their hotel.

“Don’t people normally take a cab?” Nick asked once they had their bags set down on their respective beds. “Like… that’s an NYC staple?”

“I’m a native,” Floris replied, distracted as he dug through his suitcase. He grinned when he pulled out a hoodie. “I forgot how cold it was here, even in the spring.”

“Is it?” Nick asked, only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. “I thought it was nice.”

“It is nice,” Floris agreed, even as he tugged the hoodie on over his head, “but I get the chills when I’m here. Can’t help it.”

“So is it cold or not?”

“Yes,” Floris said, talking his bag off the bed and setting it on the floor. “Anyway, get your nap in, your jet-lag settled; I’m giving you a full tour of the Big Apple before dinner.” He settled atop his bed, arms stretched behind his head, and Nick made a face at the shoes touching the covers.

“Seriously, man?” he asked. “Shoes in the bed?”

“Not in the bed,” Floris replied smartly. “On the bed.”

Nick made another face, but didn’t argue.

His nap was poor, tossing and turning, never properly falling asleep, while Floris snored on, feet kicking and fingers twitching. Nick wished he slept as good as the other. But instead he ended up staring at the ceiling, waiting for the other to wake and take him on this tour.

When Floris did wake, he looked refreshed, and he pranced around the room getting everything he needed (which was apparently just some cash, an umbrella, and a change of shoes, except he went into the bathroom to change them, which Nick thought was weird, but he didn’t comment on because he just wanted to get out of the stifling hotel room). By the time Floris came out, Nick was standing by the door, hands shoved in his pockets to keep them from moving restlessly.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I’ve been ready,” Floris replied, allowing Nick to pull the door open and letting it fall shut behind him.

They made their way down to the lobby, where it was clear it was a new shift, a new receptionist sitting at the desk. Nick wondered what went through the man’s head, with the way he fixed a piercing stare on them. Floris didn’t seem to notice the stare, however, as he kept on his merry way, beginning to talk about all the things New York had to offer. Nick couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder one last time, though, before they exited the building, catching the eyes of the receptionist. A chill went down Nick’s spine. Quickly, he turned away and hurried to follow Floris as he began to walk down the street.

“Obviously we can’t see everything, and we definitely can’t do it all tonight,” Floris was saying when Nick focused on him once again, “but we can just walk around for now, and I can give general directions. Also, I personally am not a fan of the subway, but you can go on it.”

“I,” Nick looked around, “don’t need to go on the subway. Are you sure about the cab thing?”

“Does it matter?” Floris asked.

Nick guessed it didn’t. 

Floris was an alright tour guide, if you overlooked the fact that he didn’t say much about any actual landmarks or places you’d find in a NYC guidebook. Nick wondered if that made him a better tour guide or not. They stopped at a nondescript deli and had sandwiches and soda for dinner. Nick stared as Floris happily ate a veggie sub, tomato juice spilling down his chin.

“Is that actually any good?” he asked. “It’s like… salad between bread.”

“It’s good,” Floris reassured. “Is yours good?”

“Duh,” Nick replied.

When they got back to the hotel, the receptionist wasn’t there, but Nick swore he could still feel those eyes on his back. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he and Floris got in the elevator, heading up to the fifth floor.

“That receptionist from before,” Nick said when the doors slid shut, “did you see how he was looking at us?”

“The receptionist?” Floris echoed, thinking. “No. Why? Was he looking at you weird or something?”

Nick frowned, but he shook his head. The guy probably just had a staring problem, or maybe he thought Nick’s t-shirt was stupid or something. He ignored that feeling in him saying that not telling Floris was a bad idea. Besides, if Floris didn’t care, it probably was fine, right?

The doors slid open and Floris led them back to the room. Nick flopped onto his bed, now properly ready to sleep.

“I hate walking,” he said. “My legs hurt.”

“Sleep it off,” Floris replied, disappearing into the bathroom. He stuck his head out. “Might go downstairs to get more of that fresh air. Is that okay?”

“You’re really weird,” Nick answered.

Floris smiled before his head went back through the doorway. Nick never saw him leave, eyes slipping shut, breath going even, sleep overtaking him.

He was back in the hotel lobby. Nick looked around, for the receptionist, for Floris, but it was just him. He took a seat on the bench. 

“You’re late.”

Nick jumped, and when he turned, a woman sat, one of those small, yappy dogs held in a purse on her lap. When Nick waved at it, it growled and spat. He made a face. “Nice dog,” he said.

“What dog?” the woman asked.

Nick looked at her before pointing. “The one in your purse.”

“I don’t have a dog,” she replied.

Nick looked to her lap once again. There was no purse, no dog.

He stood. “Um, my bad.”

“Are you okay?” the woman asked.

“Fine,” Nick snapped, irritation culminating under his skin. “Who are you again?”

“Did you forget me already?” she stood too. In her seat sat that dog in the purse. Nick stared at it, and again, it growled. Nick looked at the woman. “It’s rude to forget people, you know. Fills people with a certain rage; you’ve felt rage before, haven’t you?”

“Not because someone’s forgotten my name,” Nick answered.

“So you’ve felt rage,” she continued, “and what did it do to you? Did you feel rage when they took your mother? Did you feel rage when that new woman came to replace her?”

Nick took a step back as the woman took a step closer.

“Hot and burning inside you, you scream and no one hears, what a weak little boy you were.” She laughs, and it’s a witch’s cackle, high-pitched and grating. Nick stumbles as something nips at the backs of his heels. The little dog, eyes rimmed red and crusty. It’s teeth trying to cut through his pants.

“Your dog,” he said, trying to kick it away from him, “make it stop.”

“Isn’t it cute?” she asked.

“You said you didn’t have a dog.” Nick managed to send him flying off, claws skidding on the polished tile. It ran back towards him.

“I don’t,” she replied. “Are you sure you’re okay? You keep doing something strange with your legs.”

The stupid dog was gone, and Nick was kicking and tripping on air. He cursed. “What’s up with you, lady? Seriously, you’re freaking weird.”

“Am I?” she asked. “I’m sure you know all about weirdness. Your friend, for instance, weirdest of all. Though he pales in comparison to you.”

“Floris?” Nick screeched when that stupid dog bit at his ankle, sweatpants now basketball shorts, ankles exposed perfectly for the dog to sink its teeth into. “Get your dog!”

“Yes. Floris. Forgot.”

“It’s rude to forget people’s names,” Nick echoed back to her.

The woman smiled, showing teeth tipped in red. Nick choked on a breath. “You’re absolutely right.” She snapped her fingers, and the dog was back at her side, yipping and yapping at her to pick it up. When she did, she stroked a calming hand down its back. It looked at Nick, and that’s when he realized there was foam around its mouth. His own mouth dropped open in horror.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “Am I going to die?”

“This is a dream, stupid boy,” she answered. “And if you don’t remember me,” she laughed, that same spine-tingling cackle, “you’ll figure out who I am soon enough.” A sudden shriek pierced through the air, and Nick stood at attention, eyes wide and heart pounding. The woman’s smile stretched to a grin, those red-tipped teeth glinting in the bright lobby lights. “Best wake up now; you don’t want to be late again.”

Nick’s eyes blinked open. He was in the hotel room, in bed. He shoved the covers off him and hurried to put his shoes on. Everything in him screamed to go find Floris. Without a single look back, he flung the hotel door open and ran.

He avoided the elevator, fearing it would take too long, instead finding the door to the staircase and prying it open, the metal heavy but not enough to stop him. It’s cool where it is pressed to his skin. He rushed down the stairs.

The closer he got to the first floor, the louder the noises that come from the lobby were. Nick sped up as much as he could without tripping. 

“Floris!” he shouted, unsure if the other could even hear him. He was breathless and panting by the time he reached the first floor but he shoved it open, the metal bar digging uncomfortably into his skin.

“Nick!” Floris shrieked. “Watch out!”

Nick moved out of the way just in time to miss a barrage of spines being flung at him. He sucked in a breath. “What—”

“Move!” Floris screamed, and Nick obeyed, dropping to the floor when a large paw came at him, claws extended. When Nick looked, he saw Floris’s hoodie had been torn in multiple places, hanging off his body loosely, in tatters. Nick took in another breath.

“How are you still alive?” he asked, crying out when more spines came at him.

“Who is this, Floris?” the monster growled. “You’ve brought another course? How delicious!” His lips curled into a treacherous grin, and when he spoke, his breath came out and hit Nick straight in the face, rancid.

Nick gagged against the smell, trying his best to get over to his friend.

“We need to,” he stuttered, “I can’t—fire, I can’t—”

“You have to,” Fundy replied. Nick shoved him and dropped to the floor when the monster ran out them, rolling under the massive body. (The mom lifting the bus for her baby.) His heart pounded. Floris had crawled behind the receptionist’s desk. His head poked up over the top. “You have to, Nick!”

“I’ll burn this place down!” Nick shouted. “I can’t—”

“But you have to!” the monster mocked. “You have to! You have to!”

Nick bared his teeth, anger beginning to boil his blood. “Yeah!” he replied. “And you have to die!” That was the only way—this thing was an abomination, the head of a man, the body of a lion, spines shooting from its tail with a single flick, leaving Nick dodging and ducking like nobody’s business. 

Without fire, he was left defenseless, left to tire out the monster, but he knew it’s a lot more likely it’ll tire him out instead. Floris ran at him, then, and tackled him, sending the two of them through the sliding front doors. Even at night, the streets of New York City were bustling.

Floris grabbed him by the arm and took off, tugging Nick through the crowd. “This was a bad idea,” Nick just barely heard over the sounds of traffic.

When Nick turned back, the crowd was parted like the red sea, and charging right at them, the monster.

“A manticore,” Floris said, “one of the deadliest monsters out there. Just our luck.”

“I don’t want to burn down New York,” Nick replied.

“I know,” Floris tugged them down an alleyway.

“If he catches us, we’re dead,” Nick realized.

Floris looked at him. “So we can’t let him catch us.” He leapt onto a dumpster, and Nick was left to hurry after him. Floris scaled the building like nobody’s business. Below, the manticore shrieked and yowled as Nick climbed up as quickly as he could after his friend.

“How can you,” Nick sucked in a breath, “climb so fast? I thought you had,” another breath, “some kind of leg issue.”

Floris’s foot slipped. Nick yelled. Off came Floris shoe—foot—what? Nick stared at the hoof waving in his face. 

“Come on!” Floris cried. “I’ll explain later!”

Then, Nick felt the back of his sweatpants rip straight down the middle, and pain flared hot and heady in his left leg. Shock flooded his body. He doesn’t know if he screamed. But he did know what he had to do.

Floris was already near the top of the building. 

Nick climbed.

When he reached the top, Floris was waiting for him, arm outstretched to pull him up. Nick accepted it. Together, they ran, uncaring of the manticore they both knew continued to climb up after them.

Salt from his tears and wind stung in the corners of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he followed Floris across rooftops, biting back a pained groan every time his injured leg met the ground. Behind them, the manticore followed, chasing after them on all fours, calling to them, taunting them. Nick took a deep breath, preparing himself for the next jump.

“There’s somewhere you can go,” Floris said, his remaining ‘shoe’ left behind two buildings ago, hooves now carrying him easily. “It’s safer—monsters, like the one chasing us, they can’t get in.”

Nick looked at him before Floris stretched out an arm to stop him from falling off the edge of the roof. “Seriously?”

Floris nodded, then dropped his arm. Nick backed up then got a running start, stretching his legs as best he can as he jumped to the next roof. Floris followed not long after. And the manticore not long after that. Nick cried, genuine crying, not tears from the winds that whipped around them, as he reached the edge of another roof. The next building was across the street.

Nick turned to Floris.

“We won’t make it,” he said. “We won’t make it.”

Floris returned his stare. “We have to try to make it.” He wrapped his arms around Nick and sent them plummeting from the roof.

[datenightfright]

Infamous

This story is dedicated to Oiwa. Thank you for allowing me to share your story, may you one day find peace.

Previous/Next

Pairing: Kayako Saeki x WOC Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, stabbing. 

As always, thank you to @mlmdarkfiction and @doodleferp for letting me rant until I figure things out and giving me the best ideas to work with. Your help is indispensable. 

Things were strange nowadays. Somehow, someway, you had become more famous than your husband. When the news of your husband’s strange death hit the media, news crews were outside of your house immediately to bombard you with questions. Did you think it was the work of Kayako? Would his new book be published posthumously? Did you notice anything strange about the house? Did you have any idea who murdered Haru? You did what the police advised you to do. You made a blanket statement to the media at a press conference stating that you hoped your husband’s killer felt remorse and that they would come forward soon, and that you hoped, with time, you’d be able to find happiness once more. You even managed to sound perfectly broken up about the whole matter. 

Some people said you were the one that had done it. Well not, physically, but you’d hired a jealous lover to off him. Thankfully those people were in the minority. The prevailing theory that was some crazy fan had felt slighted by him and decided to end his life the moment he stepped foot outside his house. The theory among his fans though...that was closer to the truth than you’d like to admit. They were adamant that the house had killed him. That the ghost of Kayako had offed him and chucked him out a window. The hole in that theory, however, was why you and your daughter still lived. Didn’t Kayako kill everyone that entered her house?

When you’d told his mother over the phone, the normally stern, composed woman became a wreck of lamentations for her lost son. You helped you father-in-law arrange the funeral, as was your duty, and decided to hold the viewing in their home, since yours had such awful rumors hanging about it. The funeral had been a quick one, but tiring nonetheless. 

Now you were alone in your house, letters and presents from fans stacked about the place, wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life. You had to get a job. Being able to feed yourself and your daughter was of the utmost importance to you. Luckily, it wasn’t such a pressing matter, as Haru left everything he had to you, which was a sizable amount of money, and being his widow meant you got all the royalties from his book. But still, that money would dry up eventually, then where would you be? 

You hum and splash warm water over your daughter. She giggles as you do so. “Clean baby!” You coo, rinsing the soapy water from her feet. “I have a clean baby!” When you’re finished, you pick her up and bring her to your chest, despite her soaked state. She giggles as you place kisses to her cheek. You turn to gather the towel, managing not to yelp when you find Kayako standing directly behind you, towel already in hand. 

You ignore what looks like Kayako wanting to hold your baby, and instead simply take the towel from her. “Thank you,” You say, wrapping your baby up. “Clean baby,” You start to sing again, “I have a clean baby.” You shuffle past Kayako, holding your baby close as you go. 

You continue to sing as you dry Sakura off, dress her, and feed her. Today was going to be a big day. Today you were going to meet with someone that might be able to help you with your problem. You might be able to rid yourself of Kayako once and for all. If not for your sanity, then for the sake of your daughter’s ability to lead a normal life. 

You feel her presence as you put on your shoes. She was always there at the door when you put on your shoes. Her death rattle soon to follow. This time, she grabbed your arm, startling the hell out of you. She was cold, so damnably cold. You look into her eyes. Normally they’re empty pits of black, but now they look...panicked almost. “I’ll be back,” You find yourself saying. “I don’t know when, but I’ll be back.” You give her a shaky smile. She seems to find that an acceptable answer as she lets go of your arm after a moment’s hesitation. Without another word, you slip out the door. 

You try not to rush out of the shadows of the house, but you couldn’t help it. All the time you could get outside of that damnable place was a moment of fresh air and sunshine. Gloom hung eternal around the home, and god dammit you needed to breathe every once in a while. You turn on to the main road, feeling yourself relax more the further away from the house you got. 

You make it to your mother-in-laws house with little problem. Parking on the side of the street, you get out and gather your baby. Before you shut the back door, your mother-in-law is rushing down the drive to greet you. She pulls you into a hug before taking Sakura from your arms. Ever since Haru died she’d been more...tolerable of your presence, sometimes going overboard with affection. It was still awkward for the both of you, but neither of you said anything about it. Perhaps it was because you were the mother of her last connection with her baby boy and she understood that you could take all that away from her. Ironic, really. 

You hurry up the drive behind her as she babbles to the baby about how much fun they were going to have. You both stop in the doorway, you huffing at your slight exertion, and your mother-in-law giving you that infuriating expectant look. Some things never changed. “Here,” You say, shoving the baby bag to her chest, not caring how rude it was. She didn’t have Haru to bitch at any more, thus, you didn’t have a care in the world. “I’ll be back tomorrow evening,” You say, giving your baby a quick kiss. “You be good for Grandma ok?” You say as she giggles. 

Waving bye to her you enter your car once again, you blow kisses before your line of sight is cut off by a closed door. You were silently thankful for your mother-in-law, even if you still didn’t like her. One night to get this shit figured out, one afternoon meeting. You were hellbent on riding yourself of this curse, or die trying. A momentary skip of your heartbeat as you thought of your baby. Would she go down with you? If you played your cards right, Sakura would at the very least be safe from the curse. 

You try to speed your way to your destination, but find yourself lost in the maze that is Japan. Looking over and over at your list of directions, you were lucky enough to park with more than enough time to make it to your meeting. 

You fix yourself as you hurry towards the building. Professor Ibuki Sato had agreed to meet with you to discuss your current circumstances. Well, alright, he hadn’t agreed to meet you, more like begged. He was a professor of the paranormal at a community college and had been one of your late husband’s most ardent fans. He emailed you days ago, wanting to know what really happened. You didn’t trust him one bit, so you were going to monitor your story as much as you saw fit and gauge his reaction from there. You only wanted help for one thing, and you were going to go to hell and back to get it. 

You easily find your way to the professor’s room. You knock lightly, trying to adjust your outfit again. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. The door opens and one girl comes out, looking bored and irritated. There was an aura around her that reminded you of the house. It was so strong, you had to take a few steps back. She looks at you curiously, but says nothing as she walks away. You watch her as she leaves. 

“Mrs. Kubo!” A loud voice interrupts your rude staring. A disheveled man looks brightly at you. “Come in!” He says, holding the door wide open for you. “Thank you,” You mutter, bowing to him and hurrying in. 

“Please, have a seat.” he motions to a chair. You sit, sinking right into its squishiness. It would be comfortable if not for the fact that you were so nervous. Professor Sato sits across from you, a smile flitting across his face. It wasn’t a perverted one at the very least, just a bit awkward. “I’m so sorry about your husband,” he says. You nod, making a non committal noise. “He was a pioneer in the field,” Sato said awkwardly, “I mean he, he-”

“Can we cut to the chase?” You ask gently. The professor looks relieved. “Is the house really haunted?” He asks. “Yes,” You simply say. “But it’s weird.”

“Weird? How? Haven’t you lived in haunted places before.” You snort. “None of them were haunted.” You tell him. Shaking your head, “Not like this anyway. Kayako…” You pause trying to find the right words. “It’s been three months,” You say, exasperated. “Three months and she’s done nothing more than jump scare me by standing behind me when I least expect it.” Sato frowns at your explanation. “She cooks breakfast most mornings, and dinner, she does the dishes. She’s even done the laundry once. She’s always hovering like...like she’s waiting to help or something.” You continue to ramble for nearly ten minutes about all the things she did. Making the bed, arranging shoes neatly by the door, even putting papers in neat, organized piles. Sato listened without interrupting. 

“It sounds like she’s in love,” He says blandly. The statement shocks you so bad you physically jump. “Excuse me?” 

“Think about it,” Sato says, “Making food, cleaning up around the house, it all sounds like she’s trying to take care of someone she’s in love with.” Your brow furrows, your brain somehow not able to puzzle it out. “Who the hell could she possibly be in love with?” You mutter. Your husband was dead, and the last man she was married to killed her so violently she still haunted the mortal realm. Sato looked at you, highly amused. “You,” He says through a chuckle. “That’s absolute bullshit.” You deadpan. This causes him to throw his head back with laughter. “Is it?” 

“Yes!” You say, standing up in indignation, “It is! There’s no way in hell she’s in love with me. She’s dead!” 

“In Japan, the dead are thought to be born from high emotions, to feed off them. Hatred and rage are two of the most powerful, but so is love.” Sato explains, “Here, I want to show you something.” Sato moves towards his desk and you follow him. He brings out a journal and hands it to you. “It’s Kayako’s journal,” He says, pride obvious in his voice. You don’t even want to begin to think about how he’d gotten it. 

You take the journal but don’t open it. “Well?” Sato says, obviously excited. You grimace. “I don’t think it’s right,” You say, putting the book on the desk. Sato looks at you with confusion. “You said it yourself, she’s dead.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to live with her ghost.” you mutter. Sato nods in acquiescence. “The journal describes her life from the time she was eight years old to the moment of her death.” Sato explains, taking to book up again. “It serves as the counterpoint that tipped the balance in her disfavor. It seems as though she was obsessed with someone during her lifetime.”

“Obsessed?” You murmur. Sato nods. “She followed him everywhere. Watched him. His name is written all over the pages of her book.” He holds the object in question in the air. “It’s possible that, by some miracle, her curse has changed from vengeance, to one of unrequited love.”

“You’re damn right it’s unrequited! I want her out of my life! She makes me miserable, I don’t-” You stop, gaining control of yourself. “I don’t want my baby to grow up in that damned place,I want her to survive this stupid curse. But I don’t have many options.” 

Sato presses his lips together. “I’ll have to do some research.” He tells you honestly. “Can I give you a call?” You huff, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine,” You say, “Fine. You know how to get in touch with me.” You turn on your heel to leave but pause. A familiar flash of black moves across a picture frame. Kayako. Shit. She heard everything, of that, you were sure. 

*

You lived in fear. Any day now Kayako would extract her extreme revenge, you just knew it. You wince at a creak sounding off somewhere in the house. Yes, any moment now Kayako was going to come out of hiding and end your life. 

You huff and roll over, hoping she would just do it already. The suspense was making you a nervous wreck. Another creak, another wince. Was it windy outside you wonder? The house is usually as silent as a tomb. Perks of it being haunted you guessed. You groan and flop over on your back. You were getting nowhere. “Kayako?” You called out, for the zillionth time. And for the zillionth time no response. 

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since your fight with Kayako. If you could even call it a fight. After your meeting with Sato, you’d come home to a completely wrecked house. Furniture upturned, papers everywhere, pictures on the walls hung askew. You had tried calling for her, and at first, she hadn’t come out. Not until you reached the master bedroom where she had scared the living daylights out of you. 

You had yelled at her. Fear had given you the push you needed to voice your opinion. She scared you, and no one could really blame you. She was known for her merciless killings. She was toying with you, and you hated that. You wished she would just get it all over with. But spare you baby, please God spare your baby. With your confessions hanging in the air, she disappeared. You hadn’t seen her since, despite trying to get in touch with her. 

Sato seemed unreachable as well. Phones in the house didn’t work, whether it was because of Kayako, you didn’t know. But your computer worked just fine. You’d send him several emails, wondering if he got anywhere, but no response from him. You were worried, but too scared to track him down. What if he died because of your visit? You really didn’t want to find out. 

Just as you were about to drift off into a fitful slumber, Kayako’s death rattle started up. You screamed and flung yourself away from the door, off the bed and to the floor. This is it, you think, she’s going to kill me now. Thank God Sakura was with her grandmother for her weekly visit. The door bursts open and Kayako begins to crawl in, her black hair obscuring her face. “Come on,” You whisper, fear rooting yourself to the spot. “Come on, come on, come on,” Tears begin to run down your face. You’ve accepted your fate long ago. You were ready even if you were scared. 

You let out another screech as the sound of a cat’s cry meets your left ear. You throw yourself against the night stand. Toshio was sitting in his usual position, crouched with his hands on his knees, mouth wide open. He looked...terrified to you. Not like the empty soul he usually looked like. But genuinely scared. A grating sound rips your attention away from him. You look over the bed, Kayako has stopped moving towards you. She was now moving backwards...no...that’s not right...she was being dragged backwards, her nails digging into the wooden floor, leaving claw marks in their wake. She looked to you, her face also screwed into one of terror. “Kayako?” You breathe, wondering what the hell was going on. 

You scream as furniture begins to shake, a great rumbling tears through your home. You’re convinced for one moment that the house is going to rip itself in two. “Kayako?” You yell over the cacophony of it all. Motherly instinct overcomes you, and you drag Toshio to your side, he clings to you as though his life, or lack thereof, depends on it. Kayako continues reaching for you. She’s jerked, once, twice, three times before you spring into action. “Kayako!” You leap over the bed and grab her wrists. 

You now know something is wrong from the way she clings back. You play a strange game of tug of war before you’re jerked forward. Your grip on her is so tight you’re dragged right through the doorway before slamming into the hall’s wall. The shocking force of the hit loosens your grip a fraction and Kayako is pulled from you. “No!” You run for her. 

Down the stairs you go, stopping only when you get to the living room. Why the hell did everything exciting happen in the living room? “What the ever loving hell are you doing?!” You screech. A figure in the middle of the room turns to you. “This is the only way!” They yell, from the sound of it, they were male. “You don’t have to worry anymore!” He continues, “I know how to really get rid of her, once and for all, there will be no more Kayako!” 

“No!” You scream, lunging for him. He easily brushes you off, throwing you to the ground. You watch in horror as the man reaches behind him. Your horror turns to confusion when he brings out what looks to be a small child rather than a weapon. The tiny thing struggles against him, to no avail. “With this sacrifice, Kayako will-” The man doesn’t finish his sentence. Aiming for his knees, you tackle him to the ground. He falls on you with a soft ‘oomph’. Luckily, you were prepared for the inevitable catch and rolled him off with little hardship. You scramble to your feet. Grabbing for the child, you’re met with no resistance as you run off into the house. “Come back here, you bitch!” The man thunders. 

You race back to your room, slamming the door behind you. What the fuck? What are you going to do? Somewhere in your panicked brain you shove the child into the closet, hoping Kayako doesn’t pull one of her nasty tricks and kill the poor thing. They cry out, reaching for you, just as scared. You hush them, “You’re ok,” You say, “You’re ok, I won’t let him hurt you. Hush now, hush.” You shut the door to the closet as they fall silent. 

Your door rattles as the man rages on the other side. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” He yelled, throwing himself against it. You look around your room for something to defend yourself with. You had a bat, but for the life of you, you couldn’t remember where you put it. You don’t get the chance to search for it before your door bursts open with a terrifying crunch. The man, half crazed in the moonlight, is huffing, staring at you. “You dog,” He hisses, “You will not stand in the way of my revenge.” 

“Why are you in my house?” You cry, legs shaking. “I’m here to kill Kayako!” He yells, “I’m going to end her miserable curse! You aren’t going to stand in my way!” He lunges for you, but misses. Still, he has you cornered in seconds. “I won’t let my daughter’s death be in vain! You won’t stop this!” He grabs for you once more, stumbling over one of Sakura’s toys. This allows you the precious seconds you need to dodge and run back down the stairs. 

He roars with rage, hot on your tail. You’re cornered easily once more in the kitchen. You whirl around to meet your attacker. There’s no way you’re going to get out of this alive, you’re sure of it. Maybe this is how the curse works? You think Kayako drives others to do her dirty work then picks the last one off. No, that wasn’t right, not in this instance. Kayako had been scared, Toshio too. This guy was the real deal. “You’re dead!” The man yells, stumbling forward. 

His hands wrap around your neck. You flail knocking everything on the counter over. You go down, he goes down on top of you. In the back of your mind, you’re reminded of Haru. Just a few months ago he tried choking you to death too. Kayako had saved you then, she wouldn’t now. A strange sense of calm overcame you, a sense of clarity. This was how you died. Unable to watch your precious daughter grow into a young woman. Unable to watch her fall in love for the first time, to have children of her own…

The man lets you go, slapping you hard. You taste blood in your mouth and spit it out. Your head is still reeling from the smack when his hands close around your neck again. That’s when you see it, a silver glint, a sliver of hope. A terrible rage overcomes you. For months you’ve lived in terror, for months you expected to die, night after night, in the most terrible of ways. You’ve tasted the brink of death more times than you wanted to. You’d had enough quite frankly. Moving automatically, you hand grips the knife, swinging it with all your might you instantly feel the pressure on your neck ease, then disappear altogether. Something warm drips onto your face as the mystery man slumps over, then finally topples off you. You lay there for a moment, taking in deep breaths of precious air. 

You close your eyes for a moment or two, trying to come to terms with what just happened. The rumbling of the house settles, things fall silent once more. You only open your eyes when you feel something brush against your face. This time, when you meet Kayako’s eyes you don’t flinch. She looks concerned, for what? You? You cough, spitting out more blood. Kayako rattles softly, touching your face. “I’m fine,” You croak, “I’m ok.” You sit up gingerly. 

Coldness overtakes you as Kayako presses herself behind you, her hands rest on your shoulders. When you don’t push her away she takes it as an invitation to get closer to you, wrapping you up in her arms, resting her cheek on your shoulder. You smile, running your fingers over her soft skin. You smile, because for the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And baby, it felt good to be alive.

[kpop-zone]

By your side | Irene

Warnings: physical injuries

Genre: angst, fluff

Wordcount: 2,575

Request: I'd like to request an Irene scenario where the reader gets hospitalized because of a car accident and it's all a little angsty at first but gets really fluffy at the end

Irene was completely focused. In less than an hour, Red Velvet would take the stage to perform in front of 20,000 people as part of their arena tour in Japan. Nevertheless, she couldn’t turn off her instincts. She could feel that the staff was behaving weird around her. They would talk completely normal with the other members, but as soon as she joined the conversation, they sheepishly looked to the floor and rushed to leave.

She tried to not think about it too much. She couldn’t allow herself to get distracted. She needed to be 100% concentrated in order to give the perfect show. But when even her makeup artist, who normally chatted with her relentlessly, was all quiet, she had enough.

“Ya, unnie. What is wrong with all of you?”

She had a stern look on her face and the staff around her seemed to be even more intimidated than before.

“Is someone going to say something?”

Irene turned around to look directly into her makeup artist’s eyes who instantly wanted to flee the scene, but Irene grabbed her jacket to hold her back.

“Joohyun-ah, we’re not allowed to talk about it.”

Ashamed her makeup artist looked to the floor and Irene let go of her jacket in confusion.

“Talk about what?”

She was completely puzzled. But everyone avoided to look at her, so she decided to search for her members to ask them if they knew why the staff was avoiding them.

But when she entered the dressing room, her members were sitting in a circle, hectically whispering with each other before completely falling silent when Irene entered the room.

“Are you ignoring me too?”

Irene was clearly upset now. She didn’t like to be left out.

“I’m not leaving until one of you tells me what is going on.”

Sternly she shifted her gaze from one member to the other with her hands on her hips.

All of them looked at each other with guilt in their eyes, but Irene fixed her gaze on Seulgi because she knew that she broke the easiest. Nervously Seulgi tried to look everywhere but at Irene, but eventually their gazes met and Seulgi let out a shaky breath.

“Unnie, I think it’s better if you don’t know...”

Normally Irene would have been grateful for the concern, but the fact that everyone seemed to know something but her, made her extremely frustrated.

“I’m an adult. I think, I can decide myself what I want to know and what not.”

Helplessly Seulgi looked at Seungwan who sighted loudly.

“Joohyun-ah, I think it’s better if you sit down for this.”

Confused Irene sat down beside her and Yeri immediately laid her hand on her leader’s hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. Questioningly Irene looked back at Seungwan.

“You have to promise me to not freak out. We will get the concert over with and then we can take care of the rest.”

Seungwan sounded as serious as never before and concern washed over Irene. She nodded her head hardly visible, too anxious to speak out loud.

Seungwan looked at the other members one last time, who all nodded before she took a deep breath.

“Y/N is in the hospital.”

She simply stated, looking for Irene’s reaction. But Irene just stared blankly at her. This couldn’t be true. They all must have agreed on a very tacky joke. She chuckled lightly.

“What?”

She asked almost snippy and Seungwan started to stroke her back.

“The hospital called our manager, because Y/N listed your company phone number as emergency contact. Y/N was involved in a car accident. We don’t know the details, but apparently another driver ran a red light, hitting Y/N’s car right in the driver’s side.”

Irene started zoning out. You had been involved in a car accident? In her head pictures of you streaming with blood popped up and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. The other members spoke to her, but Irene just stared at them, not being able to understand what they were saying.

“H-how bad is it?”

Irene stammered and all the member’s fell silent. She immediately got the sign. It had to be bad.

A sob left her throat and Irene covered her mouth with her hand, feeling the arms of her member’s wrapping around her.

The door of the dressing room opened, however, revealing their manager.

“It’s time to finish up girls. It’s showtime in 15 minutes.”

With concern in his eyes, his look lingered on Irene, but the manager chose to let the members settle this between them.

“Ok, let’s get you ready.”

Sooyung tried to sound as enthusiastically as possible, clapping her hands one time before standing up to get some makeup removing wipes.

Irene knew that she had to pull herself together now. She had a group to lead and fans to satisfy. She tried as best as possible to choke back her emotions, only losing a few tears while the girls touched up her makeup. But the pictures of you sitting  lifelessly in your car didn’t leave her mind.

Seulgi and Yeri took her hands while they walked to the stage and Seungwan gave her a last encouraging nod before they let themselves be revealed to the audience. The ReVeluvs went wild, but today Irene could feel no joy at their excited chants. She forced a smile on her lips, but not even that seemed authentic, so she focused on not starting to cry instead.

Her movements were tired and between the songs, Irene had to take deep breaths to gain back her composure. But all she could think about was you laying in a hospital bed. Alone. Hurt. Was someone with you? Were you suffering? A tear spilled down her cheek again during their performance of Psycho. She just prayed that the concert was over soon.

-

You didn’t remember a lot. You remembered driving, when suddenly bright lights appeared to your left and a second later there was deafening noise, before everything went quiet. You lost your conscious due to the collision. Since then you had been drifting in and out of consciousness. You remembered the firefighter that had to cut you out of your car, because your door was too dented to open.

The next thing you saw were two other pair of eyes hovering above you, asking you to stay awake. And you tried to, but the force pulling you back into the nothingness was too strong. You could hear the sirens of the ambulance getting quieter and quieter, before you could hear nothing at all anymore. After that you were jolted awake by a wave of pain shooting through your body. You ripped your eyes open in panic, seeing lights flying past your eyes above you. You assumed that you had arrived in the hospital.

The doctor leaned above you, telling you something about fixing you before pressing a mask into your face and you drifted off to sleep again. You could not remember what happened afterwards. Now, however, you heard an annoying beeping, but your eyelids still felt so heavy. You wanted to lift your left hand to your face, but you grunted in pain instead.

You suddenly realized how sore your body felt. It was feeling like it was on fire. Collecting all your strength, you finally managed to open your eyes, instantly being blinded by all the light surrounding you. Everything was white. This definitely wasn’t your bedroom, meaning that you hadn’t been dreaming. Looking down on yourself, you could see that your left side was covered up in bandages and casts everywhere. Every movement hurt.

The narcotics still hadn’t left your body completely. You felt tired and so cold. The bed next to you in the room was empty and a wave of loneliness washed over you. Tears started to stream down your face. Why did this had to happen to you? You just wanted to go home.

Suddenly the door to your room was opened, but it didn’t reveal the person that you wanted to see. Because you knew that she was hundreds of miles apart from you. Instead, it was a cheery looking man that seemed to be your doctor.

“Oh good, you’re awake. How are we feeling?”

He sounded way to cheerful, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you tried to smile back.

“Awesome.”

You tried to chuckle, but instead, a fit of coughs left your throat, because your chest felt like exploding from the pressure caused by your laugh.

“Easy there. Do you know what happened?”

He asked you and you were glad that you actually did, meaning that you didn’t have any head injuries.

“Yes. I had a car accident.”

Your voice sounded hoarse and more awful than usual.

“Excellent! Apparently, you didn’t suffer from any memory losses. You will still have to stay in the hospital for a while though. Your lower arm is fractured, you have a lung rupture and some nasty contusions and swellings.”

That sounded fantastic, you thought sarcastically.

“You won’t have any permanent damages though, but your body is going to need a while to heal. Is there anyone you would like us to call for you? Any family or friends? Your emergency contact of course has already been informed.”

You didn’t know whether you should cry or be relieved because of his words, but what you did know, was that you needed to contact your girlfriend as quick as possible. She was on tour right now, meaning that she did have enough on her plate even without your accident. You needed to calm her down.

Internally you cursed the hospital for calling Irene in the first place. You wished that you could keep it a secret from her, so she didn’t need to worry. But it was already too late for that.

“Could I call someone?”

You asked panicked, knowing that she was probably dying of worries.

“Of course, you’re in a hospital, not a prison. Your phone is in the bag on your nightstand. Its screen is cracked but I’m pretty sure that it still works. The nurses will check in on you in a few minutes.”

The doctor smiled at you before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Hastily you pulled out your phone, dialing Irene and anxiously waiting for her to pick up.

“Come on. Pick up.”

You mumbled to yourself, but you didn’t get through. You remembered that she had a concert today. She probably couldn’t pick up her phone.

-

Irene was nervously tapping her foot. She had left the arena right after the concert, not attending any fan meetings. This would probably cause rumors, but she didn’t care. Everyone had probably already figured out that something was wrong because of her miserable performance.

She was sitting in the first flight back to Korea, making it clear to her managers that she had no intention to stay any minute longer. She had attended the concert out of respect for the already waiting fans and her members, but she didn’t care if she would miss the next concerts. All she needed to do, was to be by your side.

As soon as the plane landed, she sprinted to her driver. Gladly no one had expected her to return yet, so only a few fansites and photographers spotted her. But she didn’t bother to pose for the pictures. She immediately got into the car, letting herself be driven to the hospital.

She had already wasted enough time. You had been alone in the hospital for several hours now. She couldn’t imagine how awful that had to be. With no distraction whatsoever, completely focused on all your pain.

The woman at the reception was staring at her in shock and Irene almost yelled at her, because she wasn’t telling her where your room was because she was so starstruck. But Irene pulled herself together, asking a second time politely, immediately sprinting down the hall after the lady had told her your room number.

Realizing that you might be sleeping, she silently opened the door, slipping inside of the room without catching your attention. Although you were covered with a blanket, she could see the many wounds you had. She assumed that your arm must be broken, because it was resting in a cast on your stomach and you face had several cuts and bruises. Irene tiptoed to your bed, thinking you were asleep, because your head was turned to the side.

But when she came closer, she saw that your eyes were open and that tears were streaming down your face.

“Y/N?”

She asked barely above a whisper and you turned your head in shock. As soon as you had taken in Irene’s figured, a loud sob left your throat and she lunged forward to carefully wrap her arms around you.

“Sh... It’s ok. I’m here now.”

Irene tried to calm you, because she could feel your body shaking in her arms.

“I felt so alone.”

You stuttered between sobs and Irene felt a twinge in her heart.

“I’m here now. And I’m not going to leave.”

She assured you while stroking your back and kissing the crown of your head.

It needed a while for your shaking body to calm down, but eventually you pulled back, apparently being able to finally think clearly again.

“Joohyun... What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on tour!”

You exclaimed with wide eyes, but Irene just smiled softly, stroking your hair out of your face.

“The only place, I’m supposed to be, is by your side.”

Irene could see that you were about to protest, so she put her finger on your lips.

“You don’t have to worry about me. Your main concern should be to get healthy as quickly as possible. And I will help you as best as I can. I will talk to my managers. There are only two concerts left. The girls can manage those without me.”

She had already figured everything out. Therefore, she didn’t want to discuss with you. Of course, you wanted to disagree, because you didn’t want to be a burden. But you could never be a burden for Irene. She knew that she couldn’t focus anyways during the concerts while knowing that you were fighting your injuries without any help.

Silencing your objections before they could even leave your mouth, Irene pressed her lips on yours, softly putting her hand on your cheek. It didn’t take long till you accepted your defeat, opening your mouth to let Irene guide your kiss. The first smile of the day played on your lips once Irene pulled away and she was glad that you didn’t seem to be in too much pain.

“You know that I’m going to have to kill that other driver.”

Irene said with a stern face and you had to laugh, although it more resembled heavy breathing.

“Stop, I can’t laugh.”

You pouted and Irene covered her mouth with her hand in shock. It wasn’t her intention to hurt you more. But at the sight of your girlfriend, you had to laugh even more.

Irene squeezed into the bed beside you and you spent the rest of the time  chatting until both of you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. Your eyes fluttered close first and Irene softly drew the outlines of your face with her fingertips. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had made the right decision. There wasn’t any place on earth where she would rather be than here.

By your side.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Get Your Fix

For @sherrybaby14​ as she requested for her Raffle prize!

Warnings: non/dubcon elements, sex pollen-like substances, rough sex, masturbation.

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

You cursed to yourself as you searched inside the cupboard. Down on your knees as you were halfway inside the lab table, looking for the samples you had taken the night before. They had been there, sealed and organized in vials, waiting to be tested, and now they were gone. Goddamnit, Bruce had been down your throat about them and you were finally done with all the other work he dropped in your lap that you had time for it. They were in no way pertinent but Banner seemed to think so. The man was hard to please; as a boss, he was competent enough but with the other guy poking him in the side, he could be quite testy.

You heard the lab door open and close, followed by footsteps a few feet behind you. “Bruce, did you move my samples?” You called over your shoulder, bending lower as you searched further inside. You were certain your ass was on full display but Bruce never noticed much. He likely had his nose buried in another report, barely registering the disturbance of your voice in his small world. No answer.

You pulled back, leaning on your heels and glaring over your shoulder. Your anger quickly fell to embarrassment as you found Steve staring at you; a coffee tray in his hand. A smirk peeked out from beneath his thick beard. Great. You had just wiggled your damn ass like bait for a fish...or more like a shark. “Oh, hey, Steve?” You reached up and pushed yourself to your feet. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”

“Just going to see Tony. You know I try to pop in whenever I’m at the tower. And seeing as he’s such a fan of our local Starbucks, I figured I’d grab you a little something too.” He neared, stopping just beside you as you turned to keep an eye on him.

You weren’t used to being alone with him. Bruce was usually here to act as a buffer but it never really kept him far. You didn’t like the way he looked at you. You had spied him with others and he was entirely different; the golden avenger, valiant and cheerful. But when he saw you, he changed. When he spoke with Bruce his voice remained even and his eyes bright; but with you, his jaw squared and his pupils widened just enough to be noticed. Even with other woman, you hadn’t seen the same demeanour; only good ole Steve Rogers.

“Strawberry frap?” He offered. He had splurged; a venti. You weren’t sure you could afford the calories however, even if it was your favourite.

“How did you know?” You tilted your head curiously.

“A lucky guess. You seem like the type.” He waited for you to take the cup and you reluctantly accepted the drink.

“And what sorta type is that?” You challenged as he took the straw from the middle of the tray and slid the paper off, popping it in the top of the drink himself.

“The sweet type,” He smiled and you nodded, awkwardly turning away as you sucked through the straw. That was corny.

“Well, unfortunately Bruce isn’t in yet.” You rounded to the other side of the table, “Did you need him for something?”

“Nah, I just got him a coffee,” He placed another cup on the sterile metal counter, “And I can’t just come to see you?”

“I’m his assistant. What on earth could I do for you?” You challenged dryly, searching around in the other cupboards as you sipped the rich strawberry frappuccino.

There was no response however and you sensed a thickness in the air. Tension melded with heat and you slowly turned back to looked at Steve. His hands gripped the edge of the table as he bit his lip. He quickly righted himself as you met his gaze. “Well,” He glanced away guiltily, “You seem busy. I’ll let you be.”

“Alright,” You set down the drink and opened the next cupboard, hoping it would encourage his swift departure. “Thanks again for the drink.”

“My pleasure,” His voice was gravelly as he lifted the tray and headed for the door, “I’ll see you around.” He lingered for a moment before hitting the switch for the door and the whoosh let him out into the hallway. You waited for his footsteps to mark his exit before you slowly spun around and let the cupboard close. You sighed and grabbed the frap from the counter, staring at its rosy pink complexion; you couldn’t really be mad at him for being generous.

......................

Steve’s visits grew more frequent. Almost every other day. Bruce often welcomed him as you tried to hide in the corner, looking through a microscope or fiddling with the floating screens as you went through your data. It was hard to do when the man continued to bring you little indulgences. Most days, it was another frappuccino, on cooler days a caramel macchiato or a hot cocoa. One day he had brought you a chai but you had to turn him away as it upset your stomach every time you tried it. He took note of that. You were tempted to tell him to stop but you didn’t want to be ungrateful and he always brought a black coffee for Bruce, too. This hardly classified as harassment.

It was far from summer but by the time you got to the lab that day, you were covered in sweat. Jesus Christ what was wrong with you? Lately, you had been struggling to keep your mind and body straight. Even in the temperature controlled lab, you would find yourself burning up. You had visited the clinic but they said it wasn’t anything viral and that it could just be stress. Whatever. You weren’t worried about, only annoyed.

And last night. It had started with the sweating but as you laid down to sleep, a breeze from the open window grazing your body, you had become insatiable. You writhed as a sudden need overtook you, drowning out all other thoughts. You groaned and moaned as you tossed and turned, trying to ignore the urge. You weren’t a prude and had no problem tending to your own needs, but you just wanted to sleep. Soon enough, you found yourself with your sheet twisted between your legs, riding it until you came. Shame followed but the heat only intensified. God, you needed to get fucked.

You couldn’t think of that right now, you reproached yourself. You needed to work. Especially with Bruce in the lab. You sat across from him, your legs crossed as you balanced on the tall stool. You sat in mutual silence, only speaking when sending each other files or asking for references. It was your usual day at work but the goddamn stool was so uncomfortable. You shifted, the pressure in your pelvis growing as you sat flat on the seat. If you wiggled just a little bit, it felt amazing. No. Concentrate!

You began to fan yourself, wiping away more sweat. Your blouse was soaked along the back from all the perspiration. As you continued to wave your hand, Bruce looked up at you, his eyes magnified by his glasses. The door suddenly swished open and you turned as Steve entered, his usual fare in hand. He set it down as he came up beside you, his body adding to the warmth which encapsulated you. It was too much.

Your eyes wandered to the muscles of his arm, the ripple under his skin as he set down the tray. The way every inch of him was thick. God, you could only imagine. Jesus, stop! This was Steve. You cleared your throat and turned back to your screen. “Bruce,” He greeted, “Y/N. Busy today?”

“Not more than any other day,” Bruce answered, “Why? You wanna help us out?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think I’d be much of a help,” He kidded. “But I did bring you something to keep your energy up.” He pushed the grande black across to Banner who accepted it without looking and a plastic cup was plopped down at your elbow. “For you. An electric berry iced tea or something like that. They said it was seasonal.”

You almost leapt from your seat and hugged him in your joy. You were so hot and merely the sight of the ice in the cup was intoxicating. Alas, you restrained yourself and thanked him. “You know,” You said as you unwrapped the straw, “You really don’t have to do this. I mean, Starbucks is kinda pricey.”

“I have a company card,” He shrugged, “Go on. Tell me if it’s any good.” He pushed the cup closer. You slowly slipped the straw through the hole, his eyes following your every move. You lifted it, even more heat building as he watched you intently. His focus was glued to your lips as you sipped. Your thighs tingled and you withdrew the straw before his gaze grew to a leer.

“Yummy,” You said, the raspberry made your cheek twitch. “Thanks.”

“Not at all,” He was standing so close. Why was he so close to you? You were so fucking hot! He was so fucking hot! Fuck! You turned and slipped off the stool, dropping the cup on the table. “Sorry, I gotta go...um, to the restroom.”

Your flat slipped off as you rushed for the door and you nearly fell on your face. You retrieved it with your toe quickly and continued to the exit, almost in a run as the door opened at the push of a button. You raced along the hallway, soles clapping on the floor until you reached the closest bathroom. You locked yourself inside and splashed your face with cold water, leaning over the sink as you panted.

As you braced the edges of the sink, you imagined bending over further, a strong figure behind you, pulling down your pants. Entering you swiftly as you were pressed against the counter, pounding into you. You closed your eyes, daydreaming of a faceless man fucking you in the small restroom. Your pussy throbbed and you checked to make sure the door was locked. You reached into your pants, a hand holding the edge of the sink as you spread your legs and began to tease your clit. You needed it bad. Maybe a good orgasm would help you let go of all the tension.

You rubbed circles with two fingers, biting your lips as you bent over, your arm across the sink as you rested your head atop it. You were panting as you continued the fantasy in your mind. The man grabbed your hips as he hammered into you, flesh slapping against yours as he filled you up, over and over. You gritted your teeth and pressed your lips together, holding back the noise of your orgasm as the ripples brought goosebumps to your skin. You imagined the man’s cum exploding inside of you, adding to your own juices. You shook as you drew out your climax with your fingers, pulling out your glossy fingers to wash away the cum.

You stood and rinsed your hand, looking to your reflection. Your cheeks were glowing and you were even hotter than before. You had only made it worse. After cleaning up, you buttoned up your pants and took another glance in the mirror. You weren’t too obvious now that your complexion had evened out. You hoped Steve was gone by the time you got to the lab.

...................................

You had to go. Like now. Another day and another visit from the caffeine fairy. You were insatiable and had no idea what was going on with your body. You were so fucking horny and even your most reliable vibrator wasn’t enough. You had spent the night trying to scratch your itch but all it did was add more to the fire. You gave Bruce some rubbish about having an upset stomach and he had seemed unfazed by the fib as you had never before left early, often staying late. You were thankful as your past reliability allowed for your present inconsistency.

You thought about stopping by a sex shop for a new toy. Maybe that would help. No, just go home and ride it out until you fell asleep. You were almost frantic in your need to get off. The elevator took far too long and you were shaky by the time you reached the bottom floor. As you were about to fly through the revolving door, you were stopped by a familiar voice calling your name.

“Shit,” You muttered under your breath. You turned to Steve, wishing he’d just disappear so you could hail a cab and get home. Fuck, you just needed to touch yourself. “Hey.”

“Hey,” He smirked as he stepped closer, “Where are you off to?”

“I’m just heading out for the day,” You shifted from foot to foot, unable to hide your impatience. “You here to see Tony?”

“Actually, I’m on my way out too,” He replied, touching your arm to still your fidgeting. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just not feeling well,” You said, “That’s why I’m leaving early.”

“Oh,” He raised a brow, his eyes roving your body as his hand stayed in place. “Well, if you need a ride, I can help you out.” Fuck, you needed to ride something. Even him.

You gulped. “What?”

“I can drive you,” He explained with a chuckle, “So how about it? Save a bit of money?”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” You agreed, anxious to just be home; alone!

You didn’t say much as he led you to his car, wanting to just get it over with. The quicker you were on the road, the sooner you’d be able to quell your unending desire. You squirmed in the passenger seat as he turned on the car, you gripped the door as the leather rubbed through your pants. You continued to wriggle, shivering at the sensation of against your already swollen lips. Yes! It felt so good. He came to red light and glanced over at your odd movements. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Fuck, I’m so hot,” You tore open your blouse suddenly, almost against your own will. You fanned yourself, your tits threatening to spill from your bra as you breathed deeply. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me!”

Steve laughed. He hit the pedal as the light changed and you tried to resist the urgency which had you writhing like a madwoman. Your shame was smothered in your desperation. “We’re getting to that.” He promised.

“What?” You rasped. Stilling yourself as you focused on the window. He didn’t even ask you your address. Where was he taking you? “What do you mean?”

“Tell me, is the heat unbearable?” His voice was low, dusky.

“How...what--Was this you?” Your heart was racing as you thighs clenched together, trying to ease the thrumming. “The...the drinks? What did you do?” It all came together in your head, even through the haze of your lust.

“Simple enough. A boost in hormones and a little weakening of your will. Like a truth serum for your body.” He smirked, pulling into a parking garage. “You’ve lost control. You’d fuck anything and everything.” He pulled into a spot and killed the engine. “Even me.”

His hand was on your thigh and you couldn’t help but spread your legs in want. You whined. “No,” It was weak, unconvincing.

“Yes,” He breathed. He reached over and opened his door, stepping out and walked around to open yours. ‘I can help you. Hmm? You want me to fuck you. Maybe you won’t admit it, but you do.”  He took your hand, your legs unsteady as he pulled you out, an arm around your shoulders as he guided you to a door. “Look at you, honey,” He dropped his hand to your ass and squeezed as you mewled, “You just can’t wait for it.”

“No, no, no,” You sputtered but your body went along with him. Your blouse was still open and you clutched at your breast, your nipple hardening as you moaned. “Why? Why? Why?”

He swiftly opened a door and led you inside. He made no pretense as he continued past a living room and kitchen, wrangling you into a bedroom as your body began to succumb to the unquenchable need. “I know it hurts. It hurts me too. Seeing you in that lab coat, my dick fucking hard, it’s torture. To see something you can’t have.” He licked his lips as you pulled off your blouse.

“So hot,” You gasped and shoved your pants down, quickly undressing before him. You were spinning as you undid your bra and wriggled from your panties as if they were burning you. Your hands were in your hair as you tried to control yourself. You stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it, your hand quickly finding your sex, rubbing on your clit as you rolled back and forth.

“Honey,” Steve appeared before the bed. He was naked too. His broad chest and shoulders drew your attention and you caressed harder, faster. You bit your tongue as you moaned, your eyes straying lower; his abdomen was perfectly lined, the vee of his pelvis directing you to his thick erection. Fuck, he was bigger than any of your toys. Than any man you had been with before. “Let me help you with that.”

He got up onto the bed, his hands on the back of your thighs as he pushed your legs up, curving your body into a c. He dipped his head down, nipping away your hand and replacing your fingers with his tongue. You shuddered. “Please, why are you doing this?” 

“Mmmm,” He lifted his head, licking his glistening lips, “From what I can tell, you like it.”

“Shit!” You cried out as he bent his head once more, your arms straight beside your body as you gripped the blankets and tried to keep your body in place. His beard tickled you and you pushed your pelvis against him desperately, you needed more. More!

You pushed your arms past your body, latching onto the back of his head as you wrapped yourself around him. You clung to him as he lapped you up, thrusting against his face as you chased your orgasm. “God. Oh, god. Fuck, I need to cum. I need--I need--” You almost screamed as you met your climax and he suckled on your clit, the waves drowning you.

He removed himself carefully, freeing himself from your embrace as you tried to keep hold of him. He caught your wrists and pushed you back on the mattress, pinning them next to your head. He balanced himself over you, looking down as his cock poked as the little patch of hair along your pussy. You quickly spread your legs, watching as if trapped in your own body as it reacted on is own. He lowered himself. His tip pushing past your folds until he was at your entrance. You whined. Both longing for him to enter and dreading it.

“You’re too big,” You said, “Please, please, I can’t.” He pressed his head to you and your walls stretched as he entered you a little at a time.

“Shhh,” He cooed, “I know you can do it.” A little more, “Just like that. Yes, yes. You see how your body wants me.” More, more, more. “He was halfway to his hilt and the pain fused with pleasure, the inner conflict overwhelming. “Mmm, you’re even better than I imagined.” He watched his length pushing into you until he bottomed out, a sigh coming from both of you.

He stayed like that until he felt your walls contract, urging him on. He pulled back and thrust into you. He was decisive in his movement, lingering before pulling out and pushing back in. His pace was too slow, you need more. He was teasing you and you couldn’t stand it. Your body needed more. “Fuck, just fuck me. Please!” You closed your eyes as you begged, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Yeah,” He slammed into you, “You want me to fuck you?” He continued to speed up, “Just like this.”

“No, harder, harder,” You pleaded, “Faster,” You bit your lip between words, “I need you to fill me up. Please, please, please.”

“Mmmm,” He growled into your neck, your hands still trapped under his. “You want me to fill you up, hmmm? You want my cum?” He nibbled at your skin, “You want me to fill you up till you swell. Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t get me out of you.”

He pushed himself up, bringing his pelvis crashing down into yours over and over, the sharp jolts were painful. Your legs had turned to jelly and you were snarling, your nerves flurrying until the storm broke and you were crying out in your orgasm. “Please, fill me up. I need your cum.” Your words rose without thinking, they just were.

“I can’t wait to see it. So big and round with my baby.” He was slamming so hard into you, your walls were pulsing, and your head lolling. You were murmuring wildly, lifting your pelvis as you tried to take more of him. “You’re going to be so fucking precious. Yeah, oh, oh, I’m going to cum. You ready?”

“Please, cum in me. Please, please, cum, cum, cum,” You were almost chanting as you wrapped your legs around him and he rocked into as he groaned, his hot ribbons coating your walls.

You shuddered as your pussy tightened around his cock, milking him until he stilled. He collapsed on you, catching his breath before removing himself. He leaned back on his heels and reached down to scoop up the cum leaking out of you. He brought his fingers up and admired them. “Mmm, I think we need a little more. Just to be sure.”

You eagerly nodded and climbed up onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. “More, more, more,” You begged, “Harder, this time. I want it all.” You couldn’t fight it anymore, you were almost there. Just a little more and it would be fine. You just needed to make the heat go away. You wiggled your ass and he grabbed your hips.

“Oh, I’m going to give you all of me,” He promised, slamming into you so hard that your arms buckled and you fell face first into the mattress. “Every.” He thrust again, “Single,” And again, “Drop.”

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Future Management Chapter 9

A/N: Hi everybody! Happy New Year! And don’t worry, there’s still some more to come.  Love you guys and hope you continue to enjoy!

Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ben Hardy had been together for the better part of a decade.  After hitting a rough patch, the two of you decide to end things. However, one small surprise keeps you two connected more than you thought.

Warnings: Cursing, that’s about it, lots of fluff!  

Catch Up: Prologue (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188795655663/future-management)  Chapter 1 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188846514968/future-management-chapter-1) Chapter 2 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/188923255568/future-management-chapter-2) Chapter 3 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189095339763/future-management-chapter-3) Chapter 4 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189199837403/future-management-chapter-4) Chapter 5 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189300488163/future-management-chapter-5) Chapter 6 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189442099338/future-management-chapter-6) Chapter 7 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189800039798/future-management-chapter-7) Chapter 8 (https://assembledherethevolunteers.tumblr.com/post/189937325478/future-management-chapter-8)

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 You heard a knock at the door and rolled over, deciding to ignore it.  Now, you could see the sun behind your eyes so you threw the comforter on your head.  You heard somebody chuckling near you.  

“Love, I think breakfast is here.”  

You pulled the blanket down so just your eyes were poking out and looked at Ben.

“I’ll get it,” Ben pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then got out of bed.  You watched him as he got up, grabbed a robe from the bathroom and opened the door.

“Hello, sir, the breakfast you ordered.”  

“Cheers, mate.  I can take it.”  

“Have a good day, sir.”

“You too, thank you.”

You heard the door close and watched Ben walk over to the bed, holding a tray of food.  

“Come on, you can’t eat from under there.  And, we have to get Eliza from Mrs. Carthwell’s in about an hour.”  

You groaned and sat up.

“What time is it?”

“Nearly eleven,” Ben replied as he sat back on the bed.  

“It’s almost eleven?!”

“Well we didn’t come up here until one-thirty and then, well,” Ben smirked at you.  “We did partake in some tiring events, so we needed some sleep.”

“And when did you order breakfast?”

“When I woke up about thirty minutes ago.”

Your stomach rumbled and you rested your head on Ben’s shoulder and hummed.  

“Thank you.”

“Of course.  Now, we’ve got eggs, toast, croissants.”

You and Ben ate and took a shower (it may have taken a little longer than either of you planned).

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?”  You asked as you finished getting dressed.  

“Get a car, and then we’ll get Eliza, and then go home,” Ben wrapped his arms around your waist.  “How about that?”

You wrapped your arms around Ben’s neck and kissed his cheek.

“Sounds perfect.”

The two of you left the hotel.  Once in the car, you finally looked at your phone.  There were what seemed like hundreds of notifications.  

“Have you checked your phone?”

“I got a call from Dylan. That’s what woke me up actually.”

You hummed as you saw an email from Katy.  It looked like the press release that her and Dylan had come up.  

“Did you see the press release Katy and Dylan came up with?”  

“No, not yet.  He wasn’t super happy being told by Katy that we were back together, but,” Ben shrugged.  

“Here,” you held your phone out so you both could read it.  

‘Y/N L/N and Ben Hardy would like to announce the resumption of their romantic relationship. The two have decided to try and make their relationship work for their daughter. The two would appreciate privacy as they continue to work on their family.’

“’Work on their family’?” Ben asked you as put your phone away.  

“Well, we kinda did that last night, right?”

Ben starting laughing.

“Alright, good point.”

“Katy also thinks we should post something to social media to really confirm things.”  

Ben looked at you and frowned.  

“Do you think we need to?”

You thought about it. You knew that Ben wasn’t really a fan of posting personal things on any social media, but you thought that maybe this would confirm for people that this wasn’t some publicity stunt (like apparently a lot of people thought).  

“Maybe.  We can decide later too,” you replied.  

The two of you were dropped off at home and then you walked with Ben, hand-in-hand, to Mrs. Carthwell’s. Ben knocked on the door and an elderly woman answered the door.  She had a kind face and smiled at both of you.  

“Ben, darling, how are you?”

“I’m great, Mrs. Carthwell, how are you?”

“Oh fine,” she waved her hand at him before looking at you.  “And you, dear, must be Y/N.  I’ve heard a lot about you.  Come in, come in.” She took a step back and the three of you went into the house.  

Eliza and another girl were sitting at the table and they were eating lunch.  Eliza looked up at you and smiled wide.  

“Mummy! Daddy!”  She stood up and ran over to you.  Ben picked her up and spun around with her.  

“Hello, Birdie!  Have you been good?”  

Eliza giggled and nodded. She reached for you and you took her, giving her a kiss on the nose.  

“Hi, Lovebug.”  

“Hi, Mummy.”

“Did you have fun with Mrs. Carthwell and Peyton?”  

“Yeah! Can Peyton come pay?”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Mrs. Carthwell told her.  “Peyton’s mummy and daddy are coming to get her soon too.”  

Peyton began to protest, but Mrs. Carthwell fixed her with a look that made her stop.  

Eliza rested her head on your shoulder and you kissed it.  You walked over and kneeled next to Peyton so that Eliza could tell Peyton goodbye.  

You could hear Ben and Mrs. Carthwell whispering to each other.  It made you a little concerned that maybe Eliza had been bad or threw a fit or something, but Mrs. Carthwell didn’t want to mention it in front of Eliza.

“You can play with Peyton another time, lovie.  I’ll let you know the next time she comes over,”  Mrs. Carthwell raised her voice so that you could all hear her.  

Eliza nodded.  You set her down and she gave Peyton and Mrs. Carthwell a hug.  

“Tank you!” She smiled up at Mrs. Carthwell.  

“Oh you are so welcome, sweetie.  You are welcome over anytime,” Mrs. Carthwell looked up at Ben.  “I mean it, anytime.”  

Ben laughed.  “Of course, ma’am.”  

You all said your goodbyes and then started to leave.  

“Y/N?” Mrs. Carthwell said before you walked out.  

You turned back to her. You weren’t sure what she wanted and it made you a little nervous.  Ben and Eliza were getting her shoes on and Mrs. Carthwell pulled you back more into the kitchen.  

“Hi, dear.  We haven’t really been introduced.”

“No, I guess we haven’t,” you offered her your hand.  She took and shook your hand.  

“Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about you.  Not just from Eliza,” Mrs. Carthwell glanced towards to where Eliza and Ben were. “He’s really missed you too.”  

“I’ve missed him too.”

“He was so happy when he dropped Eliza off yesterday.  I don’t know if I’d ever seen him like that.”  

You looked over to where Ben was tying Eliza’s shoe.  He had a smile on his face as she talked to him, presumably about her night.  

“I’m happy, too,” you looked back at her.  

Mrs. Carthwell cupped your cheek and grinned at you.  

“Then hold on to him this time.  I mean it. Life’s too short to not be with the person that makes you happy.”  

You could see tears in Mrs. Carthwell’s eyes and you opened your mouth to ask her about it when Eliza called to you.  

“Mummy?”  

“Go on home with your family.  You’re more than welcome to come over with Eliza too.”  

“Thank you, so much.”

Mrs. Carthwell tapped your cheek and nodded towards Ben and Eliza.  You smiled at her and then walked to Eliza and Ben.  Ben and you each took one of Eliza’s hands and Ben opened the door.

“Bye Mrs. Carthwell! Bye Peyton!” Eliza shouted before Ben closed the door.  

You walked over home as Eliza filled you in on everything her, Peyton, and Mrs. Carthwell did last night.

“…and den! We payed a game called…um…Mr. Wolf!”

“You played what?” You frowned.  You had no idea what she was talking about.  

“Do you mean ‘What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf?’” Ben asked, unlocking the front door.  

“Yeah! Dat one!”  

“I…still don’t know what’s going on,”  you looked at Ben over Eliza’s head.  

“You never played that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Ben, we played Red Rover and Duck Duck Goose.”  

“Those don’t sound too fun,” Ben lifted one corner of his mouth.  “’What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf?’ is where the wolf has its back to everyone and then the other kids sneak up on the wolf and ask what time it is until the wolf says ‘dinner time’ and then the wolf tries to catch one of the kids.”  

“That doesn’t sound fun at all,” you teased.  

“But Mummy it’s lots of fun!”  

“Oh I’m sure it is, Lovebug! I was just teasing Daddy.”  

“Oh. Otay.”

“Matter of fact, why don’t you, me, and Daddy play it?  You can teach me.”  

“Yeah!”  

The three of you went into the living room and started playing.  Ben was the wolf first.  You were a little confused, but Eliza helped you understand.  

When you were a couple feet away, you asked again.  

“What’s the time, Mr. Wolf?”

“Dinnertime!”  Ben’s voice was deep and threatening as he turned around.  

Eliza squealed as you and her ran away from Ben.  Ben chased after you and finally caught Eliza.  He picked her up and spun around with her.  Eliza shrieked and giggled as Ben made growling noises and tickled her.

You watched them and it made your heart swell.  The three of you had missed out on so much, but you weren’t going to miss anymore. Maybe you could move back to London after a year or so.  Maybe you and Ben would get remarried.  Maybe you wouldn’t, but it didn’t really matter as long as the three of you were together.  

“Otay! Otay! Daddy, you win!” Eliza said between laughs.  

“Yes! I win!” Ben stopped tickling her and kissed her forehead.  He sat her down.  

“Now I’m da wolf!”  

You three played a couple more rounds before Eliza looked at you with those eyes that you knew meant she was ready for her nap.  

“Come on, baby girl, let’s get ready for your nap.”  

“Nooo,” Eliza grumbled. “Can we watch a movie? Peas?”

You glanced at Ben and he shrugged.  

“Alright, what movie do you want to watch, Lovebug?”  

The three of you got ready for the movie, Tangled.  You got Eliza wrapped in a blanket.  You knew that she wouldn’t last long during the movie.  Ben laid down after the movie was up and playing.  

“Ready, loves?”  

You smiled up at Ben.

Eliza was asleep only twenty minutes into the movie.  

“So, what did you think of Mrs.Carthwell?”  Ben asked quietly over Eliza’s head.  

“I liked her.  She was sweet.”  

“What would you think about making her Eliza’s nanny?”  

You glanced over at him. You had honestly forgotten that Eliza needed a new nanny.  

“Really?”

“Yeah, she offered almost immediately after I told her that the other one was let go when we were over there.  Peyton’s mum’s job changed her hours, so she’s going to be watching Peyton more and offered to watch Eliza too,” Ben looked down and stroked Eliza’s hair.    

“I think that would be great!  I mean, you already trust her and I really like her.  We would have to figure something out for payment and…”

“We can offer her the job and figure all that out later.  What do you think?”

“I think that’s great. She’ll be perfect.”  

“Good,” Ben closed his eyes.

You watched as Ben’s breathing evened out and you couldn’t help but smile at the two of them.  You quietly stood up and grabbed your phone, an idea forming.  You came back and took a picture of the two of them, making sure that neither of them woke up.  

You started typing on your phone and composed an Instagram post.  You read it a couple times before finally just posting it.  

*picture of Ben and Eliza asleep on the couch*

Y/N_L/N: Look at these two cuties. Love coming to London to see them.  @benhardy

You decided not to say anything more than that.  It seemed that it confirmed that you were posting it for both of them, not just Eliza. You thought about adding some hashtags, but even that might be over the top.  It was simple, t made sense, and you’d tagged Ben in it.  If he wanted to post something, he could, but for right now, this would work.  

You decided to take Eliza up to her room for the rest of her nap.  When you came back down, Ben was awake, smiling at his phone.  He glanced up at you.  

“You think I’m cute?”

“Don’t get your hopes up too much.  It’s mostly about Eliza,” you replied as you laid down in front of him on the couch, facing him.  

“Hm.  Really?  Because it says here that you love coming to London to see ‘them’.  I think I’m part of ‘them’.”  

Ben rested his arm on your waist.  

“I guess you are a part of ‘them’,” you put your hand on top of Ben’s and intertwined your fingers. “Have you…?”

“Oh, hold on, love. Joe’s calling me,” Ben answered his phone.  “Hi J…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I DON’T EVEN GET A TEXT THAT YOU’RE BACK TOGETHER?!”

You started laughing. Of course Joe would call as soon as he saw something.  And the yelling.  

“Joe, take it down a notch.”

“I can’t!  You and Y/N are back together and I don’t get anything?! I have to listen to you bitch and moan for four years about how much you miss her and love her and…” You could hear everything Joe was saying.  You were pretty sure when he was worked up about something he had no volume knob.  

“Joe!”  Ben cut him off.  It was a good thing you weren’t facing him because you were sure he was blushing.  “She’s literally right here, mate.  Can you…?”

“She’s there?! Let me talk to her!”  

“No! She’s…”

You took the phone out of Ben’s hand.  

“Hi, Joey,” you used your sweetest voice.  

“Hi, Y/N,” Joe’s voice matched yours.  

“How ya been?”

“Not too bad.  Not too bad.  You?”

“Good, good.  You seem a little worked up.”  

Ben chuckled under his breath.  

“Just want to know when I’m needed for the wedding.  It takes a while to get to London.  Maybe Rami and Lucy can get me on their way from L.A.”  

“Hm…that sounds like you think you’d be invited to the wedding.”  

You felt Ben pinch your thigh slightly as Joe gasped dramatically.  

“I better be! Did I mention the four years of the bitching and the whining?”  

Ben stole the phone back from you and put it up to his ear.

“Sorry, we didn’t tell you first,” Ben rolled his eyes.  

“You should be!”  

“We’ll talk to you later, Joe.”

“Bye, Joe!” You yelled close to the phone.

“Bye you two! Be safe! Make good choices!”  

Ben hung up the phone and rested his forehead to yours.  

“We’re going to get phone calls like that all day,” he muttered against your lips.  

You pressed your lips to Ben’s and then pulled back after a moment.  

“Worth it.  Now, I think we need to talk about those for years that you…”

Ben silenced you with a kiss.  

[mythicamagic]

It’s Just the Curse: Fruits Basket Oneshot

Summary: Hatori tends to an injured Tohru after the events of the True Form arc.

Hurt/comfort

2,000 words

AN: I don't wanna hear no - 'ahhh you must hate Kyoru!'

No. Shh. I ship Kyoru, I just needed to write this because I felt like the 2019 version of the true form arc gave Tohru far more injuries than in the 2001 or manga versions. I need some Hatori love. I do also ship Hatohru but you can choose to think of this as platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose because this isn't really about romance, this is hurt/comfort, ya feel?

It's Just the Curse

When he receives a call from Shigure, he expects the usual idiotic musings from the novelist, leaning back in his desk chair to get comfortable and ignore them.

Instead, what comes through the line is: "It's Tohru, can you come quick?"

Hatori left the chair spinning, yanking on a jacket and grabbing his keys and case. Shigure rarely used that tone, and it wasn't the playful one from before when Tohru had gotten a fever. This wasn't a headache or a housecall. Something had happened.

Hatori slid into the driver's seat, gunning the engine and speeding out of Sohma estate. He never usually drove over the limit. Today he barely paid attention to the speedometer, all he knew was that the vehicle wasn't moving fast enough.

Finally pulling up at Shigure's house, he rushed out, snapping the sliding door open and fixing Shigure with a look.

"Where?" He demanded.

"Her room."

Nodding, Hatori paused, taking off his shoes and padding by the living room, noticing Kyo in cat form. He lay curled up on Kazuma's lap, who seemed to ignore everyone else, looking down at him with soft eyes. Dread caught in Hatori's throat, before he turned to Shigure. "Don't tell me she saw-"

"It had to be done, according to Kazuma. But everything worked out alright. Kyo got a little upset, is all."

Is all?

Hatori didn't hear anything more, hurrying up the stairs to Tohru's room. He didn't bother knocking, opening it and finding Yuki sat on the edge of her bed. Kagura lingered by the window, staring out of it with a morose expression.

Deep lilac eyes shifted, soon finding the girl.

She sat with her knees bent beneath her, long, damp hair trailing down her shoulders, clothes rumbled and dirtied. Blood caked up her arm, but worse was the marks on her shoulder and neck. Three deep looking rivets had cut through the clothing, breaking the skin. Tohru looked over at him, slightly shaking from the cold despite the towel she clung to around her arms.

"I-it's not as bad as it looks," she smiled gently. "Please don't look at me like that, Hatori."

How else was he supposed to look at her?

Glancing at Yuki, he shifted. "I'd like to examine her," he muttered.

Yuki looked at Tohru, mild guilt thinning his lips. Tohru just nodded with encouragement, and Yuki left without another word. Kagura padded over, appearing conflicted.

"Are you sure you don't want another girl here with you, Tohru?" She asked quietly.

"No, it's alright. I trust Hatori."

Kagura nodded, soon following Yuki. The door slid shut afterwards, leaving them in the gloom of her lonely room. Even the pink of her bedding and curtains didn't liven it up, appearing dulled to his eyes. Hatori took a few steps closer, turning on Tohru's bedside lamp. He then sat beside her on the bed, taking a breath. The priories of a Doctor came first, and he gestured to her t-shirt. "Tohru, I need to remove that to reach the wounds. Judging by your injury, I think it would be best to cut the material off, rather than trying to raise your arms."

She nodded, and he noticed dirt scuffing her cheek. His heart twisted at such a simple thing, before shaking himself and reaching into his bag. Taking out scissors, he gently seized the bottom of her ruined pink top, cutting a line up the middle and leaving it in two halves. Slowly, gingerly, long fingers eased the material down and off her arms.

This left Tohru in her bra and skirt, which he ignored, taking the towel and sliding it over her good shoulder to preserve some of her modesty. Tohru smiled at him, curling her fingers into it. Hatori wished he could find the same strength to smile back. He went about cleaning the wounds carefully, wiping down her arm and trying to remove the sheer amount of blood. But soon he stopped, realising something. Dark eyes shifted, catching hers.

"... I need to stitch these wounds. They're too deep to leave as they are."

Tohru's eyes dimmed a little, soon nodding once more. She didn't ask if it would hurt. He didn't ask if she was alright. Of course she wasn't. Instead, he sterilised a needle and thread, shifting until he bent close, their knees touching.

"You can lean into my shoulder, miss Honda, if you want." He uttered quietly. "Just be careful, I'd really rather avoid turning into a seahorse right now."

At that, she gave a small, wobbly giggle. Carefully, she set her forehead on the broad expanse of his left shoulder. He could feel the slight pressure of her cheek, the faint tingle of nervous breath fanning onto his neck. She was much quieter than usual.

"... It's alright," he soothed quietly, voice hushed. It didn't feel right to talk loudly in this atmosphere. The house felt so silent, as though holding its breath with her. Sliding the needle in, he began stitching, sewing the skin together. Tohru made a noise, crying out, until she muffled herself into his suit. Hatori continued working with sure, practised fingers, finishing one deep gash, before tying the sutra and having to start on the second. Her trembling didn't make matters easy, so Hatori took a moment to rest a hand on the crown of her head- not expecting her to flinch and make a whimpering noise.

"Tohru..." he slipped up, using her first name. "Your head. Were you hurt there as well?"

"Y-yes. I landed in some water quite hard, I think. It was shallow, so..."

A long exhale escaped the Doctor, hissing through blunt teeth. Hatori's head bowed. "... I'm sorry this happened to you. I never wanted-" he tripped over words, soon focusing. "Don't you understand now why I told you to leave the Sohmas? We only hurt others," he murmured lowly, like a confession. But she knew. And of course, she'd stayed, worrying all the time what she could do for them. Not what they could do for her. Now he was fixing her up, like their own personal patchwork doll to play with and ruin anew.

Gentle fingers smoothed over his cheek, and Hatori's eyes fluttered shut as she rested her palm over his bad one. "That's not true. I... was frightened. I won't lie. Kyo didn't look, speak or act like himself when he transformed. But... I knew it was him, and I had to bring him back here. If I didn't, he'd disappear... that's why..." she lifted her head slightly, and Hatori turned his cheek to look at her with his good eye. "I'd rather go through this now than lose him. I don't want to lose anyone else," she murmured, stroking dark hair away from his face. "So please don't blame yourself, Hatori. It's just...the curse, isn't it? I accepted it then. I accept it now."

When her touch drew back, Hatori trembled slightly. She was strong, miss Honda. Even with her body shaken and bleeding, she didn't waver. He couldn't understand it, only look at her as though trying to solve the riddle- the paradox she presented.

He carried on stitching, doing his damn best to make them clean, willing away any scars. He sighed once it was finished, treating it with antibacterial ointment and covering it with a bandage, leaning back.

"Thank you so much," Tohru smiled tiredly, tilting her head slightly and sending a tumble of brunette locks spilling forward.

She swallowed some painkillers soon after, and he rested an ice pack on the lump forming on her head. "Honestly, you might have to go the hospital anyway," he said quietly. "Do you have a headache? Eyesight problems?"

"Ah! No, no. Nothing like that. It just hurts a bit."

"Mn. Call me, if you feel any change."

Tohru paused. "Oh... are you... leaving already?" She asked haltingly. Her attitude abruptly shifted, taking the ice pack from him and pressing it to her head. "Aha! Of course you are, you're probably extremely busy! I'm so sorry. That was selfish of me! I didn't mean to say it like that-"

"Tohru," he lifted a finger to her lips, stopping the flow of worries. "I meant for you to call downstairs. I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight."

Tohru jolted. "Rwure?" The words came out muffled behind his finger.

Hatori blushed slightly, shifting his hand away. At least she sounded more like herself again. "Mn, really. Knowing your disposition though, you wouldn't be honest and call down complaining about any aches, so I'll check on you again in a few hours."

It was Tohru's turn to blush, glancing away. "I-I'm plenty honest, I promise!"

His lips quirked at the edges, smoothing a warm palm over her forehead and resting it there. She stilled, looking at him with curious, earthy brown eyes, not moving an inch. Hatori leaned down, resting his lips against his knuckles. He let out a long, extinguished sigh, dusty lungs constricting. "Not enough. You're never honest enough about what you're feeling, miss Honda. If it's pain, you just cover it up. I swear... you're going to give me grey hair before my time."

Tohru blinked like a lost doe, soon relaxing and stroking his arm fondly. "But you're just the same, aren't you?" She said smally.

He swallowed. "...There's nothing I can do for you, is there? Nothing I could say to make you change your mind now and forget us."

"No, I'm alright as I am now. But..." she smiled. "You really are kind, to worry so much. You could make me forget by force, but you don't."

He didn't need to be reminded. The hypnosis would be so easy. She'd never be hurt again if he just threw away her wants and acted of his own accord-

But he stayed perfectly still. She deserved more than to have the choice ripped from her fingers.

Pulling back to look at her with treacle immediacy, his eyes softened. Tohru's lips bent into a painful, honest smile, a rare glimpse of her real self. Hatori felt humbled having seen it.

He shifted away slowly, helping her ease down beneath the covers. He then hesitated, before removing his jacket and laying it over her bedding.

"I'm warm enough," came her subdued voice.

He ignored this, padding to the door and opening it, letting the stronger light from the hallway flood a corner of her room. "Mn. Remember what I said... If anything hurts-"

"I'll call down and complain," she smiled, looking small beneath the mountains of covers, dwarfed by her large bed.

He nodded, voice turning quiet and reverent: "get some rest. Doctor's orders."

Tohru watched him go, the door sliding shut soundlessly between them. Hatori lingered in the hallway, shifting to lean heavily against the opposite wall. A pale hand racked through dark bangs, breath shuddering. Ugly, painful memories resurfaced.

Him, trying to stop the blood flow. Pressing urgent, shaking hands to his blazing eye. Kana looking so frightened, so lost. He'd wanted to comfort her, to wash his blood from her hands.

Hatori paused, glancing at the bloodied cuff of his shirt. Now some of Tohru's blood was on Sohma hands. It wasn't enough that they suffered inside their own circle, apparently. They needed to do the same to outsiders. And yet... she hadn't looked like Kana. She never did. Tohru's back had been straight, eyes steady. She bore the weight of the curse like the death of her mother, folding it away in her heart.

Hatori leaned his head back, craving a cigarette.

"We're all hopeless children when compared with you, miss Honda."

[vgckwb]

ML: Chasing Shadows (A Fan Supplemental) Chapter 4: Of Nightmares

I’m skipping to covering chapter six (mostly) here, since there wasn’t a lot I could do with chapter five of Runadaemon’s story. Also, this might be the last chapter, since their next chapter will be the last, and I think it’ll tie everything up nicely. However, I do have a trick up my sleeve, should the need arise. If Runadaemon somehow outdoes me on this idea, I will edit this to say that it is the end. Thank you.

Also, angst and some suggestive content.

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After the incident at the library, Marinette texted Alya. “Hey. You have some explaining to do and videos to show me.”

Alya responded. “Oh. So you found out?”

“Yes,” Marinette said. “And pretty soon, the whole school will too…”

“Oh. You’re not happy about this. I see.”

“Please just show me the footage.”

“Right. Meet me at the steps.”

They met up. Marinette seemed worried. “Hey Alya.”

Alya looked at her. “Dang, you really don’t look good.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, here, maybe this will cheer you up?” Alya said. She showed the videos to Marinette.

Marinette’s face grew redder and redder with each passing second as she continually reached for Adrien at every opportunity. She eventually had to cover her face. “What am I going to do?”

“I’m assuming you talked to Adrien about this,” Alya said. Marinette nodded. “Well, he wanted to cuddle up with you. I’m sure however embarrassed you are about that meeting, once you settle down, it’ll be fine.”

“I wish,” Marinette said bleakly. Alya was confused. She sighed. “Adrien and I weren’t the only ones in the room, and we got caught saying some pretty embarrassing things.”

“Like what?” Alya asked.

“Mainly that I’m sleeping with Adrien, and that we’re friends with benefits” Marinette answered.

“Oh” Alya said. “Are you worried?”

“A little…” Marinette said.

“Well, don’t worry,” Alya said. “If it was a friend, they would know by now anyway. They can possibly see this all as just a misunderstanding. And no matter what, I’ll always be on your side.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks Alya.” She leaned on her, and Alya gave her a sideways hug.

Later that night, Marinette was in her room getting ready to go to sleep. She was already up later than she usually would go to sleep, stressing out about the situation, so she talked to Tikki to try and calm herself down. “Tikki, do you think everything will be alright?”

“You heard Adrien and Alya,” Tikki said. “They have your back, no matter what!”

“And what about everyone else?” Marinette said. “No matter what, something’s going to happen.”

“Well, in that case, I’d say you just need to weather the storm,” Tikki replied. “You’ve handled worse.

Marinette smiled. “Tikki? Did you happen to know?”

Tikki had to think on it. “Well, I had my suspicions, but generally I tend to sleep when you sleep.”

“I see… Thanks Tikki. Good night Tikki.” Marinette got nestled into bed.

She awoke to see a newspaper on her bed. She felt confused. She read it. “‘Agreste Family to Leave Paris Indefinitely’?! ADRIEN!” She ran out in search of him, but there was no trace on him in sight. He was absent from all his usual places, and his house was empty. “No. It can’t be true.”

Suddenly, she was in a dark isolated room as Ladybug. Surrounding her were all of the video files of her and Adrien cuddling. Ladybug tried not looking at them, but they followed her eyes wherever they went. “Stop. Make it STOP!”

Hawk Moth emerged from the shadows. “Memories” he said.

“Huh?” Ladybug said, turning toward him.

“These are now nothing more than memories,” he said again. His words hurt twice as much with him silhouetted against the images of her and Adrien being cozy together. “However, you can get him back. You’re familiar with the wish granting capabilities of fusing the ladybug and cat miraculous.” Ladybug nodded. “Well then, need I tell you more? Get Cat Noir’s miraculous, and give me yours, and you can have Adrien back. I’ll even let you make your wish first.”

Ladybug was so distraught. She was so blinded by her sadness that she felt a connection to Hawk Moth. “Deal!” she said with a grimace. She then left.

She patrolled the rooftops of Paris to look for Cat Noir. She found him. And he didn’t seem to notice her. She snuck up on him. Within a few inches, she raised her yo-yo to knock him out. However, he happened to turn around at that second and say “Hey Bugaboo! How’s it going?”

Ladybug stopped in her tracks. She looked into Cat Noir’s face, and saw nothing but trust and admiration. She couldn’t do it. This was her partner, whom she’d sworn to protect Paris with. And she made a deal with her arch-enemy to get who she loved back. “I’m so selfish” she said, collapsing onto the ground, tears streaming out of her eyes.

Marinette woke up to the sound of her alarm. Her heart was racing. She had had bad dreams before, but never like this. She felt scared. She was supposed to be safe at home, and yet she felt more unsafe than ever.

To make matters worse, once she had gotten to school, the rumor mill had already started. No one tried talking to her, outside her usual friends, and everyone was staring at her. Marinette felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Because now she had to deal with these slut-shaming rumors, on top of protecting the miraculous and saving Paris from Hawk Moth. Atlas got off lucky.

She ignored Adrien. She figured talking with him would only make things worse in the public eye. After all the rumors seemed to be about her, and Adrien was left squeaky clean. Of course he would. He’s Adrien! Marinette kept getting more and more upset. Just weather the storm!

The storm kept getting bigger and bigger every time she thought it would die down. At this point, Marinette felt like capsizing. I know I’ve faced plenty of evil villains, but this makes them all look like child’s play.

She kept having nightmares as well. At first, it was only that deal with Hawk Moth one that ended with her being a crying mess. But as it got worse, a new one popped in.

Everyone in her class was surrounding her. They were all calling her various names. “Hussie!” “Harlot!” “Slut!” “Two-timer!” “Whore!” “Trick!” Marinette could barely hold herself together. She curled up into a ball and cried.

“Well well” Hawk Moth said. “Teenage girls have it rough. They have to present themselves in such a way where they have to be available, but not too much. Caring, but not too much. Trendy, but not too much. I truly feel sorry for them. Fly away, my little akuma, and give this girl everything!”

The akuma flew to the school, into the classroom, and fused with Marinette’s purse. “Succubus! I am Hawk Moth! Why don’t we teach these fools what a real demon possessed by lust looks like?! Of course, I’ll also need Ladybug and Cat Noir’s miraculous.”

“Yes Hawk Moth” said Marinette. A purple-black aura surrounded her. When she emerged, her skin was fire red. Her eyes, a glistening gold. Her hair, upright and flaming blue. She was dressed in a black one piece, with black elbow-length gloves, black knee-high boots, and a little black purse. She was also sporting wings and a tail. “I am Succubus! With one kiss, your soul is MINE! Starting with YOU!” She pointed at Chloe. Chloe looked scared. Succubus jumped to Chloe and looked her in the eyes. Chloe got lost in her trance, and they exchanged a passionate kiss on the lips.

Once she was finished, a white energy was seen leaving Chloe’s mouth and going into Succubus’. Chloe then turned completely pale, and her eyes rolled up so much that you couldn’t see her pupils anymore. “Who’s next?” Succubus asked. Everyone panicked and started running. Their panic was no match for Succubus, who managed to fly around the room, shove her tongue down their throats, and steal their souls.

“Marinette!” cried a voice. Succubus turned around to see Cat Noir. “Stop this nonsense!”

“I’m not Marinette anymore, kitty! I’m Succubus! And I’m going to capture the hearts and souls of everyone in Paris!”

“Not if I can stop you!” Cat Noir called out.

“Oh please!” Succubus said. She cornered Cat Noir up against the wall. “Come on kitty. You know I’m irresistible.” She walked her fingers across his chest “Now pucker up!” She began to kiss him.

“No,” Cat Noir said. Succubus was confused. “You’re not as cute as Marinette was! And you never WILL BE!” Succubus was completely flustered. “CATACLYSM!” He grabbed her purse, freeing the akuma.

When Marinette came to, he realized what she had done and began crying over it. The dream would always end before she could turn into Ladybug and fix everything.

Marinette wasn’t sure which dream was worse. She kept trying to relax herself throughout the week, but to no avail. Nothing she did could make this situation better. What’s worse, sometimes she would hear tapping. She was so out of it that any outside noise felt like the name-calling. “STOP!” she said.”I know! I know. I’m just a tramp. So please. Just stop.”

One day, Marinette finally decided to talk to Adrien about all of this. If he had been making her sleep better, then maybe she could get a half decent rest for the first time since this all started. However, Chloe came up to Adrien and practically gripped him like a hawk gripping a field mouse. When Marinette saw Adrien push her off and she started talking about some vile stuff, Marinette decided to leave. She didn’t need any of this right now.

She plopped herself down at her desk. Alya could sense her concern. “Marinette, I’m sure it’s not like it sounded.” Alya’s voice pleaded but Marinette resolutely got out her eye mask and settled in at her desk for a nap. She was too tired for this nonsense, and the rumors weren’t going away despite Adrien’s constant efforts to suppress them.

“Alya, I’m certain he wasn’t talking about me.” Marinette quietly admitted. “But I’m also too tired to deal with drama this morning. My sleep has been terrible, and I can’t stop remembering those cursed videos you showed me.” Marinette firmly settled the mask over her eyes.

Alya sputtered, obviously incensed. “Cursed?!” Alya screeched. “They are not cursed! They will become heirlooms of the cutest couple in our country one day! They are the cutest bullshit I’ve ever witnessed! How dare you call them cursed!” Alya hissed, offended on her friends’ behalf.

“They’re cursed because they keep running through my mind and all I wish is that I could have experienced any of that awake.” Marinette muttered. Alya was conspicuously quiet, but Marinette was too busy fighting the tears building in her eyes. They burned and itched but Marinette was determined not to rub her mask and show that she was crying.

She eventually got lost in her thoughts. Marinette didn’t hear Adrien come in, or Alya leave. Half asleep, Marinette almost missed it when someone wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Marinette drowsily sniffled at the congestion building in her throat from silently crying. The drowsiness was chased away by adrenaline when Adrien wrapped her in his arms though.

Adrien was so warm and firm, soft in just the right spots to make it comfortable for Marinette to snuggle forward bravely. Marinette took a whiff of Adrien, noticing that he wasn’t wearing the cologne he sold. His natural scent was so soothing, though. She wondered absently if they bottled this scent anywhere. It felt so safe and comfortable here, with Cat.

…Cat? The sudden realization hit her hard. Unfortunately, a lot of stuff hit her hard, so the burst of adrenaline got countered, and Marinette was rendered unconscious.

This time, it began as a new nightmare. Paris was in a crystalline white. She was furious. She looked at herself. She didn’t have the Ladybug miraculous anymore. She had the cat. And to top it all off, she had been akumatized. She was Lady Blanc.

Everything was taken from her. Her love. Her friends. Her family. Her joy. Everything. She waged a war on all of Paris. Nothing could stop her.

“M’Lady!” said a voice from behind. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she felt a warm glowing hug. She looked behind her in the moment to see that it was Mister Bug. He held onto her tightly and didn’t let go. Lady Blanc felt tears coming. But these were tears of joy. She hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.

The destroyed Paris faded, as did their costumes, leaving Marinette and Adrien. Adrien let go of Marinette. “Thank you,” Marinette said.

“My pleasure” Adrien said.

Marinette looked at him. “So. You’re Cat Noir?”

“Of course. I told you as much” Adrien said.

Marinette blushed. “I can’t believe the two people stealing my heart were the same person.”

“I could say the same thing,” Adrien said.

“So, would you be willing to go out with me?” Marinette suggested.

“Of course” Adrien said. “There’s one thing you have to do first. Convince me. The real me.”

“Real?” Marinette said. “So, this is another dream?”

Adrien nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll receive the same answer from the real me.”

“How can you be so sure?” Marinette asked.

“Those ‘cursed’ images? They’re your proof” Adrien said. “I never objected. I even wanted it. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

This was the first time she believed those words since this rumor mill started. She smiled. “Do you mind if I just stay here a little longer?”

“Based on those images, I don’t mind at all.” Marinette hugged Adrien and burried her head in his chest. She just stayed like that until she decided to wake up.

OMAKE 1:

(Time: Marinette and Alya’s weekend together. Location: Hawk Moth’s Lair)

“I feel a disturbed presence. A restless sleeper, looking for something out of their reach! Fly away, my little akuma, and evlize him!” Hawk Moth said.

The akuma flew into Adrien’s room, who had been pacing back and forth. “Adrien?!” Hawk Moth pondered. “Fall back! I’m not turning my son into a supervillain!” The akuma retreated.

OMAKE 2:

(Time: The week of the rumor mill churning. Location: Hawk Moth’s Lair)

“I’m sensing the presence of someone who wants to quash some scandalous rumors! What perfect pray for my akuma! Fly away, and capture this poor young girl’s heart.”

It got to the school, and started to approach Marinette. “What?!” Hawk Moth had to double think this again. “Fall back! If Adrien considers her marriage material, I don’t want her turning into his own personal nightmare!” The akuma left.