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this student is pissing me OFF
#completely unprepared doesnt know any of the equations im holding their hand through the entite thing cant even read me the problem#im having to hold the entire group back for them to catch up#and its the same student who had the nerve to harrass me in my emails a couple weeks ago cause i gave them a zero for not turning in their#completion grade assignments#my blood is actuallu boiling I ASKED WHAT ARE HER PRODUCTS. FROM THE CHEMICAL EQUATION THAT THE QUESTION ALREADY GIVES.#THIS BITCH ASKS ME WHAT I MEAN BY PRODUCTS
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If I Never See Your Face Again [+18] (COMMISSIONED)
ft. TWICE's Nayeon (x Male Reader and other TWICE members)
TYPE: Fluff, Angst, Smut
WORD COUNT: 10650
REQUESTED/ORDERED BY: @vl-45
TAGS: manipulation, betrayal, one-time fling, rejection, foursome, threesome, drunk sex, casual sex
NOTE: Pardon if the ending felt rushed or lacking, my brain kind of got challenged as I ran out of words to generate and creatively emphasize the situation further so I let it be simpler.
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DESCRIPTION: YN and Nayeon were classmates back in high school. Two different personalities, Nayeon is a bully who orders YN for her own benefit through his attribute of having an exceptional intelligence and social awkwardness with people. 15 years later, they met again unexpectedly, got introduced to their improvements over their lives. As they try to move forward from their horrible past, a turn of events pushes them to revisit and realize their regrets.
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ACT 1
15 YEARS AGO
YN is a young, brilliant mind in the class. Coming from parents who were both masters in their respective degrees and are now professionals, he sure did inherit intelligence since birth. A proud product of the engineering course, YN is said to be one of the best students to ever step on their campus.
Due to his excellence in academics, especially in the subjects that are highly related and are a must for taking in the future, YN was always the number one contender, being chosen by his profs to be a representative in various quiz bees. As expected, most of the contests heâs been at, he dominated them all. He surely does personify what their course should act upon whenever they represent it against the rest.
YN is love is profs but also by intelligence, but also on how well-mannered the youngster is. However, they cannot be compared in similarity to his classmates and the rest of the students around him on the campus despite good characteristics. Among them, thereâs a specific person who doesnât show any appreciation for all the qualities he has that make their school famous.
He was running in the hallway in panic that he even bumpedpintontoher students coming in his way. Heâs apologetic, but he never never minded irritated looks of the others at him because he has no other time to be concerneaboutaboutout them. Right now, thereâs one thing that he needs to accomplish importantly.
He accidentally dropped some of the books and notebo wass he wasas carrying in his arm, making some of the students look at him either hilariouslyembarrassingly. gly. Picking them up real quick, he headed quickly to the said spot in the open ground. There, he saw those familiar people was waas scheduled to mee.
Three of the meanest girls heâs ever met,, met, onlonon this campus but in his entire life. Led by the leader of the group, the narcissistic, egotistical maniac named Im Nayeon,,, as from what he can describe about her. She was sitting prettily alongside her sidekicks, the cousins Kim Jennie and Kim Yerim. She was looking away with the portable mini fainin her hand blowing on on on her face when Jennie spotted him approaching from the distance.
âLook who sup,ed up,â Yeri said with a grin as she lookeddd at him catching his breath. âAnd it seems that our boy here is living up to his word aexpected,d,â she said as she looked at the notebooks heâs holding.
Nayeon glances at him with her sharp eyes. âAs he should, but that doesnât give you the pass to be late,â she blurted. âWeâve been waiting for like 10 minutes here, and gosh,,, itâs so hot ihere! e! â
âIâm so sorry. My alarm clock didnât ring early, so I didnât have that much time to prepare,â he excused.
âIs this what a role model should be? Smart but irresponsible?â Jennie said, wheezing.
âDid you do our assignments?â Nayeon stood up from her seat and crossed her arms.
âY-yes. I did it last night.â
âGood. Give us our notebooks.â And he did.
âNow get out of our sight; class is about to start.âÂ
âUhm⌠can I ask something first?â
Nayeon groaned. âUgh, what is it?â
âMy b-brother got sick, and he got rushed to the hospital. My mom is taking care of him, but she also needs my help because sheâll be out looking for some assistance for my brotherâs medical bills. Thatâs why I w-want to ask if itâs fine that I canât be making your assignments for now; Iâm afraid I may not have much time b-because I have to go to the hospital always right after our class,â he said with caution.
Nayeon snickered and seethed teeth. âAnd if I say no, what is it going to be?â
âNayeon, please. I have to attend for my brother first; itâs just going to be for a whileââ
âWait, stop right there for a second.â Jennie paused him. âWhat makes you think for a second that we would agree to your excuse?â
âHaha right, we donât even care about you. What more from your family as well, when all of you are just plain pathetic?â Yeri laughs.
âDonât you also forget that our finals are about to come next week? What are we going to score on our exams if you donât teach us?â Nayeonnn added.
âB-butâŚâ
âHep. We have an agreement, remember?â
He gulped nervously.
âYouâll come for us when we say we need you to. You know what happens if you break our deal, right?â Nayeon closes her hand to a fist in front of him. âDo you want to lose everything you worked hard for now?â
âN-noâŚâ He shook his head.
âAttaboy.â Nayeon patted him. âThen weâre settled. About your brother, just think of other ways or whatever. Letâs end this here; I donât want my beautiful mood to be ruined this early.â She said with sass, chuckling as they left his side to head through their classroom.
He just sighed and looked back at them with a frown. He really wanted to look after his brother first, but he also didn't want to test Nayeon and the power of her familyâs status that would cost his dreams to disappear. Without having any choice, he had to think of another strategy to balance his attention to both.
Having a lot of knowledge stored in your bright brain is nothing if your own self isnât as rich and healthy to sustain your characteristics. Through the natural occurrences of him having to endure Nayeon and her gangâs abuse along with his personal struggles, he then began to develop damage in every aspect of his well-being that caused him to worsen his introverted personality, lose track of his academic performance, and become traumatized with other people.
The professors were shocked by the sudden change in his performance. If only they knew the reason, they wouldâve exposed Nayeon in a heartbeat. He couldnât do it on his own or even through other people since his nerdy and shy demeanor rather cost him the opportunity to gain friends, and he wonât plan to risk the idea either, as he knows heâll face the consequences in the hands of those three bullies of his.
But one day, in an unexpected occurrence, the entire organization, the instructors, and his classmates were then informed that he had decided to stop his studies for now. The reason is not detailed yet; it says that it's related to personal matters. Nayeon was surprised and agitated at the same time, knowing that the nerd they were holding captive just sneakily abandoned them and let them all alone now to continue by searching for a new victim.
ACT 2
15 YEARS LATER
In the midst of a chilly Wednesday morning, YN heads out to one of Seoulâs famous parks for some cooldown. He just got done working out at one of his friendâs gyms down the street, and now heâs exhausted from a usual 2-hour exercise heâs been doing. From the otherâs perspective, especially the womenâs, the results it applies to his current physique are undoubtedly impressive.
It was unknown to him that one of those would be someone heâs highly familiar with that he hooked the attention of. YN spotted some burger shack and ordered some. He took a vacant bench, sat, and unwrapped his food, not noticing that somebody just turned her head at him and was tracing him at first until both her eyes and mouth widened in surprise.
Nayeon was playing with her dog on her lap when she roamed her eyes around the surroundings. It paused when it detected a large man with muscles, one hundred percent clear in the daylight due to the white sando he was wearing.Â
She was fixated on his body due to her ideal type with men, which this man seemingly possesses.It was until her gaze landed on his side profile. She squinted at first when a familiar face reminded her of when she looked at him. âNo way. Itâs not him, tch.â She shook her head.
She tried to lean away but her curiosity had her checking again for clarification. As he sat sideways, facing at her. Thatâs when her instant expression emerged.
âImpossible.â She remarked. âIs thatâŚâ
She stood up and picked up her dog. Walking towards him, her footsteps distracted him from his peaceful vibe. When a shadow covered his area, he looked up and squinted his eyes to look focusedly at this random stranger.
âUhm can I help you?â
âI donât know if Iâm correct but⌠is your name YN LN?âÂ
YN stared at her face, and suddenly some flashbacks of that one particular person came into his mind. âN-Nayeon?â He said, stuttering.Â
âItâs been a long time no see, old friend.â She smirked and traced his bewildered state. That voice ended his memory recall to remember who this woman is. However, that shock replaced with an unnerving feeling he hadnât felt in a while for a person.
âYou sure do still remember me.â She chuckled.
He stood up and immediately grabbed his bitten burger, his fear activating his actions. âI-Iâm sorry, I have to go-â
Nayeon gripped his arm, which made him tremble. âHey, wait. If you think Iâm here to make fun of you or whatever, thatâs not what I came for,â she said, which made him prove that his reaction to her is obvious and embarrassing.
He just stopped and stared at her as she held him in restriction. âI just want to come up and meet you; well, itâs been rare for me to see another ex-classmate from high school other than Yeri and Jennie.â She grinned. âI swear, I just want to catch up with you, but⌠do you really have something else to do now?â
Her awareness and calm demeanor are so strange for YN. This is not the same Nayeon he used to know back then. That type he used to be forced to deal with was way worse and the complete opposite of this version of her heâs talking with today.
âN-not that much, actually.â He shyly said.
âIt can wait, come on. Itâs been nice to see you, YN. Can we talk for a moment if you like?â She smiled at him. He is just speechless as he watches and listens to the way she converse at him. It had him now question her in his mind, did Nayeonâs personality changed over the years?
YN only nodded and Nayeon replied with âGreat! Come on, letâs take a seat.â He joined her side and as they did, her dog suddenly switches to his lap.
âHe likes you already huh.â She giggled at she watches her dog rub himself on YNâs lap.
âWhatâs his name?â
âKookeu.â
âHeâs cute.â He timidly replied as he strokes his fur.
âAre you a dog person?â
âMore of a cat but dogs will do, especially if something as cute as this.â
âYeah, youâre right.â Nayeon chuckled. âHow youâve been doing after all these times, by the way?â
âGreat.â He smiled slightly, he still havenât doing any eye contact with her and Nayeon is starting to feel the awkwardness.
âAhh. Well, good to know that you do. I mean, Iâm the same as well so⌠yeah.âÂ
âI know. Youâre an idol nowadays, right?â
âYou knew?â Nayeon asked.
âWasnât that your dream? Youâve been like auditioning and competing in every talent competition for our campus back then. Now, your face was plastered anywhere. Iâve seen a picture of you once hanging in the postlight; itâs for your concert, I guess? â He said. âAnd of course I was there because⌠weâve been close since.âÂ
Nayeon understands what heâs referring to. âAbout our past, I know Iâve been harsh on you, and Iâm sorry for all of that.âÂ
Those words made YN look at her finally. Their eyes were locked against each other; one is serious and one is flabbergasted. He closes his eyes, as all of those memories come back at him, and he can still feel the pain combined through it all.
âAh⌠thatâs nothing to me now. Itâs fine.â He swayed his head and sheepishly laughs.
âAhh, okay. But well, at least now you can hear it from me personally that I apologize for everything Iâve done to you. I hope that it can finally put you to rest if you were still thinking something about it.â
He lowered his head and sighed. âIâm more focused on the present now. Those were all just a lesson for me to motivate myself to continue to improve myself and never let anybody drag me down.âÂ
âI canât keep on being a bad person like I used to when we were studying. I have an image to protect now as an idol,â Nayeon said as she pets Kookeu. âAnd all of the things that I did before, I just want to set them right by informing you how accountable I am for those.â
She offered her hand and waited for him on what heâs going to do. âSo, can we be friends now?â
He wanted to give it a second thought, yet Nayeon had already given him something more evidence to prove that he could now trust her, unlike the first time they met. This is a completely different Nayeon than the one he hated with every fiber of his being. Maybe second chances wonât hurt at all.
After a few more seconds, he accepts Nayeonâs hand and shakes it. âWe can.â
âWaahhh, I missed you, YN! â Nayeon immediately cuddled him. âSpeaking of improvements, wow, you really look more buff right now compared to the last time I saw you.â She saw as she looked at his biceps.
âSeems like you found a hobby to do often.â
âYeah. I thought I canât keep on being just a nerdy smartpants looking kid as I continue to grow up and mature, you know.â He explained. âItâs time for me to embrace a change, something that will make me feel better. And this⌠this is what Iâm talking about.â He said as he flexes his muscles and slaps its size each which amazes Nayeon more.
âWeâre kind of a same page on that one, well except from the fact that I rather do pilates.â She said. âAnyways, do you have a job these days?â
âI did. I was an engineerâ
Nayeon gasped. âWoah? Ofcourse you would be. Congratulations!!!â
âAbout that though⌠I just quit days ago.â
âWait what?â Nayeonâs reaction dropped to perplexion. âWhy so?â
âLetâs just say I wasnât satisfied and Iâm unhappy with the amount of money I get in exchange of the type of job Iâm entered with. Work environment even, I feel like they donât believe in me because of⌠I donât know. Maybe Iâm not really ready yet or I wasnât meant for this.â He shrugged. âSo yeah, Iâm a free bird nowadays. But maybe next week Iâll start searching for some available positions from- wait.â
Nayeon hummed and looked at him in confusion when he paused. âHmm? Is there a problem?â
âArenât you an idol? Wasnât you supposed to wear masks outside? People might disturb you around here for being a celebrity and-â
âThanks for the concern, YN but my manager is here with me.â Nayeon waved it off. She looked at YN and slowly nodded in approval after his words struck her with regards to something sheâs finding for. It made her convinced further that this is the right opportunity to do so, despite she wasnât a fan of the idea at first.
âAnd actually thatâs a great timing for me to ask you about that⌠and definitely giving me the answer Iâm hoping youâll say.â Nayeon said. âYou donât need to bother or tire yourself out, I do have something that I can somehow offer you.â
âAnd that is?â
âPerhaps these are all coincidences but, weâre currently needing a new bodyguard in addition to our staff team in Division 3 of our company. And looking at you right now and what you just said to me about prevention against malicious fans who wanna invade my privacy, well you do quite fitting for the role.â Nayeon checks her out again and nodded in satisfaction.
âWait, so youâre telling me that you have a job where-â
âYou have to protect and guard us whenever we go. And donât worry about it too much because we have our own vehicles and everything is either from us or the companyâs expenses. Literally, thatâs all you guys weâll be doing for us. Itâll be worth it, theyâll pay you twice the overall amount of what you earned in your previous job.â
âAnd what happened to the previous?â
âHe got shifted to another company per the agencyâs request. Hence, we are now open for a replacement asap.â Nayeon answered. âHold on, werenât you wanted to be an engineer? Why didnât you take any licensure exam or something?â âI-Itâs a long story.â He bitterly said. Nayeon just nodded, respecting how confidential it may have been.
He remained silent. Surely this woman was the root of his struggles back in his high school, mainly because of how he was treated before and taken advantage of with his excellent attributes; a perfect student should be admired by many. After he disappeared from the campus, he felt a huge relief that he was never going to see again, but fate had been playing with him in that moment because he never expected that he would be seeing the person he never wanted to encounter again.
And now itâll be just like the old times when heâs under her control, that heâll work for her again. This brings back terrible memories for him, but would he still have to call it like that when this is the new version of Nayeon personally chatting with him for the first time in a long while, who also apologized for his wrongdoings that he never thought would happen? He doesnât know if he can trust Nayeon, but right now she has something that he needs.
âSo, what will your choice be, YN? We can use this also to get along more, you know. Catching up through those lost times and start building our true friendship today. What do you say?â
YN looked at her intently and went down to her hand presented at him. This is either going to be a huge mistake or surprisingly not, but for now what only matters is this job. If Nayeon can change, maybe he can too.
He took the offer, and Nayeon snickered at him and elicited delightful reception. Another person walked upon them and watched them both puzzledly. âNayeon-ah, who is this?â
âA friend that I met. Also⌠can we take him tomorrow to the company? I just found someone who can fill our security team.âÂ
They looked at him who sheepishly smiled in return. Through Nayeonâs perspective, sheâs celebrating in success as she constructs a selfish plan for the man who reminded her about the debt he has for her. Now, it has arrived to this moment for her to make him pay for it. âFinally found you, peasant. Letâs get back to where we left off. Iâll enjoy this reunion with you a lot.â Nayeon spoke within her thoughts while she smugs at him.
ACT 3
A few days later, YN is now employed by JYPE under Division 3, which is where TWICE is under their management. He met with the other managers and interviewed him about his possible contributions to the group. YN, understanding the need to gain trust by being truthful and being very familiar with the nature of his job, answered every question with all ease despite the lingering tension inside of him.
This is all thanks to Nayeonâs assistance in getting him a new job. Sure, he may not be used yet to this new persona sheâs wearing with him, but acknowledgment and gratitude for something he cannot ignore should be done. YN swore to Nayeon that he wouldnât disappoint her and the rest for employing him.
However, he wasnât aware yet that all of those overwhelming comments he was pouring out for the said woman were just ending up being thrown onto nothing. Whenever she turns around at YN after interacting with him, she lets out this side of her that all thought, probably him as well, disappeared a long time ago but hasn't proved enough that it still remains on her.
Nayeon would just create random sounds to signify that she wasnât buying all of these words from YN. Since she met him again, that anger and betrayal that she felt for abandoning her before that almost led her academics to collateral damage havenât washed up yet from her mind and heart. Even though they found somebody to replace, that student couldnât be as great as YN.
It was a luck that she successfully passed an audition to JYPE for her to achieve a reason for her to be less frequent in the class and avoid getting failed. Thatâs why whenever she think that if this didnât happen, all of this fault would be on YNâs regard. Her still lingering hatred for YN reignites in their reunion, and just like usual, she intends to continue the same thing that she thought that YN is made for them to meet: to be under her control.
âThat dumb YN. Always was and always will be.â She clicked her tongue as she walked out of the building after she reciprocated YNâs goodbye.
Another obvious requirement as well for YNâs job is to meet the clients he has to give his service for. And he did; Nayeon led the tour for him to officially see in person the rest of the members in their group. He entered their dorm, and there they are, all complete to get to know their newest bodyguard.
Surprisingly, his vibe has been found by the girls to be cute and cool at the same time, which intrigued them to observe him starting from now on. Nayeon would just look at them from the distance weirdly, as she couldnât believe that the girls were doing just fine being with such a loser like him.Â
Brought by a tinge of jealousy and infuriation, Nayeon then had a chat with the girls after YN left. She joined him on the couch, and while they talked about the new guy, Nayeon intervened.
âDonât let yourselves be soft with that guy.â Nayeon said out of nowhere with deadpanned expression.
âHmm? Whatâs with the sour grapes, Nay?â Jeongyeon asked.
âIâm telling you, you donât wanna be involved with his lame schticks. That guy wasnât meant to have friends or so. Yâall going to waste your time with him.âÂ
âHow ironic, werenât you the one who brought him here for us to meet?â Jihyo raised her eyebrow.Â
âExactly, thatâs why I want you girls right now that heâs not the one you guys think he is. In simpler words, limit yourselves to be around with him.â
âWait, we donât get it. If he cannot be trusted, why suggest him in the crew?â Momo asked.Â
âYeah youâre making him seem to be dangerous or something. Should we be cautious? Youâre making us a bit worried, unnie.â Chaeyoung added.
âDonât be. Just⌠keep your walls still when youâre with him. Leave him to me, Iâll handle him. Or else, you guys may end up the same as me.âÂ
They all looked at each other with confusion. âWhat happened to you two?â Sana questioned.
âLetâs just say he did something that left me struggling, after I chose to trust him to aid me whenever I was in need. Thatâs why that traitor isnât capable to gain friends because he canât keep them around with his disloyalty.â
âHey, if you canât continue then itâs fine.â Jihyo said to comfort their oldest sister. âThatâs enough for now. Thanks for giving us a hint atleast that YN is someone we might not think he is.âÂ
âYeah, weâll be careful unnie.â Tzuyu assured.
Nayeon felt relieved that her friends sided with her. Sheâs determined that sheâll do anything to keep his distance from the girls and let them be stolen away, as he did to her back when they were young.
They turned those words into actions. The following days, then more than a week, theyâve gotten slightly colder to him even during work. He never bothered to come up and ask why, as he still remains folded in effect by his introvertedness of coming to approach them by his own.Â
He does believe thereâs a boundary between idols like him and regular workers like him; thatâs why he knows itâs better to stay like that, unlike Nayeon, who he has to chat along with from time to time with regard to how heâs doing so far in his job. The girls did notice that YN is just okay with what theyâre doing and Nayeon is just there to influence them to keep on going.
But, unbeknownst to them, one of them decided to stick with her observations that set her apart a little from the rest. She arranged a meet-up with YN outside, in which the latter had been curious and surprised why she wanted to talk with him.
At the garden of the estate they currently were staying, Mina saw YN just sitting on one of the benches, playing a puzzle on his phone. She walked closer and gently called his name, which had him fixating his posture and attention on her.
âI didnât know youâre here, Miss Myoui. Iâm sorry.â
âCut the formalities, YN. Mina is fine, please.â
âAhh, okay. Sorry, Mina.â
âThatâs better.â She smiled. âLetâs make this quick, or else others might find us here. I just had to snitch away from our dorm.â She said, pointing her thumb back at the direction of their place.
âIs there anything that you want to say thatâs why you bring me here?â
âYup.â Mina nodded. âActually, just a tip you may want to consider.â
âThat is?â
âDonât hesitate to be friends with us.â Mina said. âIâve been noticing that you only are close with Nayeon, and I do also find you interesting as a person, I would like to get you more as well, YN.â Mina invited.Â
His face expanded in shock. âB-but Mina, Iâokay, you and the girls seem like very great people, but I donât think I have the confidence to do that. Iâm too secluded and donât have the skills to communicate or simply socialize with others. Iâll be stuck at making friends.â He scratched his nape.
âYouâre not alone, YN. Iâm introverted just like you. We can hang out more often if youâre looking for someone who matches you.â Mina shrugs. âI just donât like seeing you looking lost and lonely among others. I know itâs hard, but you have to keep trying. Look at me; I have them because I did. And I want to do the same for you. I got you with this, YN.â
YN felt heart warmed at Minaâs encouragement. âI donât know; I feel like when I attempt to be near with them, Iâm just pushing them away rather because I cannot be with them. Thatâs why I stay like this, because what others have told me was right about.â
Mina furrowed her forehead. âWhat do they say to you, YN?â
âI⌠I canât. Forget it just-â
âYN, whatever they say about you doesnât define who you really are. When weâre inclined to explore someoneâs personality, it is up for us to discover and not based our perception to otherâs judgement or opinions. Understood?â
YN nodded and lowered his head in guilt. Mina felt saddened that now she understands why he is acting like this, so preserved and quiet, a distinction to his appearance. âBelieve me, I know the girls barely comes close with you but if you do the favor, trust me theyâll be the best of friends youâll ever have in your life.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes. And youâll understand why I love them a lot.âÂ
He sighed and thought about it for a second. Aside from the hesitations, he mustered up his courage and nodded slowly. âIâll do it. I hope they let me in.â
âDonât worry, Iâll be there for you.â Mina presented her palm and pushed it forward to him. Getting the signal, YN smiled and high-fived her.
âNow letâs go back to our places. Get some sleep, sorry again for calling you in midnight.â Mina giggled and YN didnât mind it.Â
Right at that moment, Mina and YN became good friends. Being true to her words as well, Mina is secretly building a bridge between YN and the girls. Ignoring Nayeonâs vengeful complaints against YN, which Mina find a bit irritating, she is motivating YN to continue proving himself to the girls.
It did work, and YN glanced at Mina impressively that the girls were now starting to change their minds about him. His natural personality got the girls to be intrigued again about everything that revolves around him. That became the start of his growing connection with the girls thanks to the help of Mina.
Meanwhile, Nayeon was baffled as to why something just changed about them. Despite her force on making them turn their back on YN, they chose to disobey and retort back at her.
âI donât get it unnie, he doesnât look like heâs as worse as you were saying about him to us.â
âYN is just fine. He still looks a bit shy but heâs getting there. Which makes me want to hang out with him more.â
âHeâs the exact type of friend I want to be with. Chill, gentle, and shy. Thatâs what makes him cute though. We still donât know what he did to you and we donât know the whole story, but what if thatâs not his intention at all, unnie? You know what, maybe you should talk it out with YN.â
Nayeon thought about Dahyunâs suggestion for quite some time. She has no idea that in the middle of the process, the girlâs deepening closeness with YN has reached its breaking point when one night, as Nayeon quickly heads to her room to sleep, still uncomfortable with YNâs presence with the girls, some of the already drunk members become lost in control with their actions.
It also drove YNâs eagerness to emerge with the girls sudden flirts, skinship, and teasing about luscious stuff, which includes the wonders of their bodies. The remaining members who were awake are Sana, Jihyo, and Jeongyeon, while the rest were now lights out from alcohol. The last laugh was let out by Jihyo until she watched drunk Sana kiss YNâs cheek in an instant.
They both locked eyes for a second until Sana brought YNâs head again to hers, in which he submits. Jeongyeon, who is sitting on the side of YN, felt hot at the scene and is in need of this hot guyâs equal attention as well. She brought his hand between her legs, and YN separated his lips from Sana in surprise when he found something wet in his touch.
He gazed at Jeongyeon, who has this needy look on her face. Realizing what she had done, he kissed her as well. Their lips battling as his fingers become active by rubbing her clothed pussy, which had Jeongyeon mix the sounds of their make-out with a moan.Â
Sana starts to give pecks around YNâs arms and neck to get some of her own. Jihyo is now turned on by what sheâs watching; she removed her pants and reached for her horny slit to give it its own fun. She synchronized it with your movements along Jeongyeonâs.
Sana starts to undo her shirt, revealing her purple bra. YN sensed something fluffy in his arm, her breasts pressing on his skin. He glanced down at it and looked at Sana before kissing her and pinning her on the couch while Jeongyeon removed her own clothing as well to officially join the session and help Jihyo as well.
YN takes off his shirt and throws it elsewhere. Sana bit her lip as she caressed his well-built torso before kissing him again and locking her legs as YN grinds his bulge on her pussy. Meanwhile, Jeongyeon ate Jihyoâs pussy while Jihyo attended to her tits. Both of them were now on pair to help each other out to taste the pleasure they desire.
YN saw what Jeongyeon and Jihyo were doing on the other side, borrowed the idea to pull down Sanaâs shorts, and unveiled her soaking wet panties. Pulling it down, he exposed it, and Sana didnât waste any time to push his head down to her desperate hole. Jihyo and Sana couldnât contain their moans now as both their partners teamed up to reach their respective climax.
Jeongyeon and YN both got squirted in the face. As they rest for a while, the two who offered oral service went to become busy with one another first. They stood up and let Jihyo and Sana watch them making out in front of them before Jeongyeon kneels and tugs his boxers down.
His cock sprang free from its constraints, Jeongyeon awed at its size, even Sana and Jihyo also. It made their pussies ache in attention, but unfortunately the stunning MILF-looking goddess has the first-class ticket right now to have this experience. Jeongyeon poured kisses along its length, held it from the base, and began stroking it slowly.
She smirks as she watches YN huffing in pleasure. It was until his eyes flicker in lust when he felt Jeongyeonâs mouth around the tip and glides through his girth. His hand guided her head as she proceeded bobbing her head down to his crotch.
As Jeongyeon tried to deepthroat him multiple times, she lets go and coughs a little. Sana and Jihyo pulled him back to the couch. As he sat, all three of them were now kneeling between his lap, and something incredible happened afterwards.Â
Sana went to suck on his balls, while Jeongyeon rubs her tongue on the left side of your cock and Jihyo on the other. Their combined service made YN lost in paradise. YN could just lay his head back and sigh in relaxation, feeling all of their talented mouths worshipping his gifted manhood.
He told them heâs cumming and they saw that with the way it twitches. Jeongyeon did the stroking while Jihyo and Sana played each of his testicles. One last shout of curse, and Jeongyeon points his cock at their faces just at the right time for him to erupt with thick cum splattering across their head, nose and anywhere around their face.
They went to grab a scoop and each shoved it down to taste, in which it clearly didnât disappointed them at all at how they suck it in and swallowed without any problem. Sana sipped an impending drop of cum from the slit of his tip which made it twitch at its ticklish feeling.
The four of them then head on to fuck each others brains out for three hours based on how they read on the clock after they finished. Theyâve used every area around the living room to switch positions with YN in which he lets out a performance that the girls were highly impressed about, as it wouldnât made them even believe that the innocent-looking buff introverted guy like him could move like this while sex.
Jeongyeon was eaten out by Sana in reverse cowgirl while YN stands beside him to have his cock sucked and Jihyo playing with her tits from behind. He then placed her in a mating missionary before splashing his load to her spent body.
Jihyoâs tits were mashes and drilled in accordance to her initiation to fuck YNâs cock using her massive breasts. She was also putÂ
into standing one-legged in the middle of the carpet with one of her tits being grabbed by his hands while her clit is being stimulated by Jeongyeon.
Sana was pounded and have her tits mauled by YN by being pressed over a wall while Jeongyeon and Jihyo ate one another in a 69 position on the couch. They then joined them afterwards as YN backshots her with her face and mouth swapping on Jeongyeon and Jihyoâs tits. And lastly, YN was laid on the carpet wide open and the girls commanded him to multitask by making them feel good all at once. Sana rode his left hand, her eyes rolling backward at the feeling of his slender fingers wiggling at her walls. Jihyo was moaning and whimpering in awe as she savored YNâs tongue going active around the areas of her pussy, sitting and blocking his ears with her thighs. Jeongyeon was on the bottom, focused on making YN cums as she did all her best to blowjob his raging hard cock, now red from plenty of strokes and sucks it took.
It went on until he fired his last load like a fountain, splashing down at his abs. Every one of them dive at his skin and he moaned at their tongues gliding at his slimy skin to avoid wasting such delicious cum. They all collapsed on the floor and rest for a little before they called it a night.
ACT 4
The next morning, the four of them were too knocked out from the lengthy session they created last night through the influence of alcohol that they ended up all sleeping on the couch. Fortunately, it was Chaeyoung and Momo who woke up earlier and busted their naked sight on the floor. As they woke them up, embarrassment poured through their selves to snap their senses and cover themselves in front of their friends.
Chaeyoung and Momo promised not to tell it to others, especially Nayeon, as they fear she might crash out once she finds out. They did owe them one favor, though. When they asked, they said they wanted to get some as well of YN after marveling a while ago at his morningwood exposed while he was sleeping, lying above his hard abs.
It turned them on and flirted with YN to have him submit to the desire along. He had no choice but to accept. Later in the afternoon, while Nayeon was out running some errands for the company, Chaeyoung and Momo invited YN to have sex with them to prevent making a scent or stain in their shared bedroom.
YN witnessed them willingly kneeling or being crushed along the tiles just so he could fuck them as rough as they liked in each of their holes. Some sperm were washed away by the water; some are kept secured in their tummy as they swallow it for an appetite. After that, they all rubbed their bodies together to add some lustful ways of them taking a bath.
It canât be avoided that they paid more attention to cleaning their respective erogenous zones. Chaeyoung jacked his cock while his hands were fingering her pussy and the other were on Momoâs mighty pair of bosoms. They all exit together, both in exhaustion and pleased at the newfound source of affection and kind of relationship they must have.
Dahyun and Mina joined the fray not too long after when they also got informed about their thing with YN. Despite being too overwhelmed to gather such fine women like them all by himself which makes him conflicted how did he deserved this from the beginning, the temptation is irresistable. They claimed a bedroom for themselves to fuck through whole afternoon when Nayeon had a schedule, and nobody knows about this outside the group except Nayeon.
Meanwhile, the clueless woman kept hearing great things about YN that she couldnât deny that itâs starting to get her invested. Whenever she looked at him entertaining the guys in a normal bonding, she felt lighter inside and couldnât hide a smile that crept on her lips. This doesnât mean it brings her only good, but there are also instances where he finds it hard to ignore.
He told her once that sheâs beautiful when she asked him how she looks as she attends an event hosted by one of the brands she is made as an ambassador. It made her blush, and somehow the way he said it makes her want to just hear it again. She loved it more when she got complimented without being forced, but his is way different.
She also began to do late-night chats with him whenever she was bored. It also surprises her that she allows him to talk about his hobbies for her to try and share. When she did, YN was there to join her whenever they had the free time to do so, and every time they spent together was so fun.
Or also that particular scenario when YN was being teased by her co-members about the possibility of asking him if thereâs a chance to claim his heart and be their boyfriend. Theyâve become so comfortable in his company that whatever bold thing they say irritates Nayeon, and as she snapped, it made the girls, including him, confused.
âEh, maybe itâs her day today. Typical women on their period.â Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.
It had so much effect on Nayeon that when it came to him and her alone, she still continued sulking for whatever reason. That is, until YN just simply comforted her with a hug and a pat to her head to wish her well faster. She ran back to her room and repeatedly punched her pillow in aggression.
âWhat are you doing to me, YN?â She asked herself with a crumpled face after rubbing herself around the pillow as she slammed it.
One day in a mall, YN had to accompany Nayeon on her shopping as her manager was currently unavailable due to being sick. In his surprise, the person theyâll be joining with is none other than the two other people along with her that also brought trauma to his past: Yeri and Jennie. Nayeon reintroduces him to them, and they greet him while in shock at his new appearance.
Nayeon observes how YN is becoming distant to them despite their attempts to be calm interacting with him. They just let out a quick apology for what they have done to him even if they didnât receive an answer back. Nayeon excused them for a while as she checked up on YN.
âYou need some space. We can manage ourselves.â
âNo, Nayeon, Iâm fine.â
âNo, youâre not. Iâve seen you shaking and stepping away from them; thatâs why I do us a favor to make them leave you alone.â
âYou donât have to do that. They must be hurt seeing you acting like you care more than meââ
âIf they do, then let them be! I donât care what they might think; I do care for you.â Nayeon shuts him up. YN could only view her agitated mood.
âI may be in your protection,, but that doesnât mean I donât get to check on you as well. I know itâs still difficult, and Iâm here to guide you with it.â Nayeon said. âTake this as my way of redeeming myself. I caused all of this, so I I might as well fixt. Iâm here as your friend now, YN.âÂ
YN felt his wrists held by Nayeon as she stared at her softly. He thinks this might be it; it has reached the point that Nayeon has done enough to reconsider his issues about her. A hatchet to bury, and the only way to end this is for him to be open just like her for a new beginning, hopefully where nobody, especially him, will be hurt again.
âA⌠A friend?â
âWhy? D-did I⌠say it sooner? â Nayeon asked him. âOh, I know. Y-you still havenâtââ
âYeah.â
Nayeonâs heart sank.
âI can be your friend now too.â
Her eyes lit up, and she slowly grew a smile at his response. She finally got him to accept her again, and this time she has no intention of fumbling the opportunity again.
âYou scared me, you know?â She slapped him on the arm, which made him laugh. âBut seriously, Iâm glad that we are now in peace.â
âMe too.â He nodded. âAre you sure youâll be fine with them?â
âWe will, but I wonât stop you from keeping your eyes on us from time to time. We might still need it.âÂ
âI will. Itâs my job and my responsibility, Nayeon. Both as a bodyguard and your friend to keep you safe.â
Nayeon blushed and shook her head. âYouâre so corny. Iâll go back with them now.â
As she watched you enter a store to buy something, Yeri and Jennie regrouped with her. âIs he okay?â
âYeah. He must not have been able to get over it yet, but I calmed him down.â
âI actually feel bad for him. Knowing how much he improved today, I couldnât believe that weâd treated him horribly.â Jennie frowned as they watched him order at the cashier.
âRegret is always at the end, as they say.â Nayeon sighed. âBut Iâm here now, and Iâll do everything to make sure his perspective of us wonât be similar as before. Iâll be there by his side often if it requires me to make him feel happy.â
âYouâre right, even though you kind of sound likeâŚ. Hmm, Yeri side-eyed Jennie, who seems to get what sheâs pointing at.
âThat I like him? Thereâs no denial with that.â Nayeon looked at them seriously and with pure confidence. It made Jennie and Yeri dumbfounded.
âW-what? You do?â
âItâs crazy, but yeah, I canât believe Iâll live to this timeline where Iâm saying that I feel more than just a friend for that bulky brainiac,â Nayeon said as she glanced back at YN, who suddenly rotated his head and searched for Nayeon. As their eyes met, his smile made the latter develop butterflies in her stomach.
âYeah, I do love him.â She confirmed it in her mind, which has been occupied by him every single day.
ACT 5
Nayeon continued to admire YN in secret. Due to his tame personality, it was easy for her to insert attempts where she began to send signs to him. The girls suspiciously take her actions with another meaning, as they know the difference in how Nayeon can be playful in a childish manner. It didnât take her long to reveal her crush on him and to support and respect their friendâs admiration for YN; they easily stopped their fling with him since he wonât mind it anyway and takes it as a way to reduce boredom or stress like them.
While Nayeon is playing with her dolls while taking a break from her phone, Jeongyeon opened up a conversation with her out of the blue. âYou look like youâve lost your sanity, Nayeon. You miss YN so much, donât you? â
Nayeon blushed; she turned at her and adorably pouted. âYeah.â
Jeongyeon chuckled at her and gazed at her disgustingly. âEurgh, donât make that face. Poor you, only he canât make you behave like a grumpy grandma, huh? The once cold Im Nayeon is now melting for YN LN. How the tables have turned.â
âYeah, yeah, tease me, whatever you want. You seem like you canât find anything to do also, making me your victim again.â Nayeon rolled her eyes. âTry harder next time than using the âme being head over heels for YNâ card on repeat.
âChill, and please, donât try me. You wonât like it when I use another.â
âOh and whatâs that?â
âYouâll see, why would I unveil my tricks too early. Youâre no fun.â
âComing from you?â
âTch.â Jeongyeon slapped her thigh. âBy the way, I just wanna ask. I know we proved you wrong about YN, but⌠what led you with the change of heart for him? Sorry if I had to, itâs just that⌠we were just a bit taken aback at how you suddenly went from being against him to being so into him.â
âI didnât expect that Iâll be like this for him. I donât know, he changed me with the way heâs just being true to himself on you, to the girls, and to me. I was so against of the idea of being close with him after what happened to us- but I couldnât help it. I donât want to admit this at first but⌠I realized how handsome and cute he is when I just look at him loving what he does and staying at what he really is.â
âOh yeah, now that you brought that topic back, you havenât told us yet about your past with him.âÂ
Nayeon became dead silent listening to Jeongyeon as the fear of guilt builds up within her. âWhat do you two have before? Were you both former mutuals?â
âN-no, thatâs even way impossible to assume from what we had before.â A stutter slipped from Nayeonâs lowering voice.
âThen what is it? He was once your-â
âJeongyeon, I wasnât the type who would fell to complete weirdos like him.â Nayeon sighed. âHeâs just my classmate before.â
âThen why didnât you like him that much?â
âLike I said, he left when I needed him.â Nayeon stated. She gulped, knowing that she was about to spill the darkest truth she has been hiding from anybody. âJeong, youâve been my bestfriend for more than a decade. Could you promise me that youâll try to listen and understand what Iâm about to say?â
âUhh⌠okay? That sounds scary but⌠go on.â Jeongyeon fixed her sitting posture.
âAlright.â Nayeon breathed heavily before proceeding. âI was a bad person before⌠and YN, heâs been there to feel what itâs like to be on my wrath. Jeong- I⌠I bullied him before.â
Jeongyeonâs brows met in disbelief. âNayeon⌠why?â
âWe know he has an isolated, introverted type of personality, but⌠thereâs more to that. I made him a lot worse than what you think. I was the reason why heâs so preserved and⌠frightened to be around people.â
âNayeon, what did you do?â Jeongyeon asked her disappointedly. âSeriously, I didnât think you could do that. What did YN ever do to you?â
âThatâs why I was blaming to myself still these days, Jeong! I picked him for nothing more than being a weak coward kid. But⌠when he begged me to stop, I saw something in him that I can use to grant his request⌠in one condition: I want him to work for me.â
Nayeonâs shame continues to rise inside of her. âYN was a brilliant student in our class, hell even in the entire campus, heâs the best. My academic performance was bad, thatâs why an idea came to me that I should make him serve for me if he doesnât want any harm-â
âThatâs it. Enough with the cruelty you just did to him.â Jeongyeon sounded pissed, and Nayeon leaned away. âSkip and go straight to the point, what made you think that he did that to you?â
âYN stopped studying. When he left, I didnât know what I do. I tried searching for others who can replace him but thereâs nobody compared to him. I only got saved when JYPE had an agreement in my campus that Iâll be only attending limited classes from now on as a trainee. If I wasnât, I wouldâve gotten failed grades and my parents would be mad at me. They wonât allow me to chase for my dream as an idol if I did.â
âGood grief, Nayeon⌠how could you do that to him?â Jeongyeon shockingly asked her.
âI wasnât thinking right back then. All I ever was is a delinquent arrogant student who wants to pick with the weak. Thatâs why I held that hatred in me for years until I saw him again.
But I was just strucked at how much he has changed. When I learned that he was looking for a job, I used it to have him under my power and get back at him this time in revenge.â
âSo⌠youâve been using YN all along? Thatâs why he ended up with the company and with us?â
âY-yes.â Nayeon only nodded sadly and Jeongyeon groaned.Â
âHow dare you, Nayeon? Havenât youâve done enough to him?â
The door of their bedroom suddenly opened, and in their astonishment, YN barged inside, his face was blank and somewhat menacing. Nayeon shuddered when she felt his intimidating gaze from him. Jeongyeon though, werenât expecting that he would come to their dorm to visit tonight, as she shared the look with Nayeon like a deer got caught by a headlight in the middle of the road.
âWas it true?â YN asked in a deep tone.
They all went silent for a second, Nayeon is having trouble to open her mouth, contemplating on what she should say.
âAnswer the damn question!â YNâs voice raised. Nayeon winced at the outburst.
âY-YN⌠it doesnât matter. It was just in the-â
âDonât bullshit me, Nayeon. Was that true?â He growled which made both the girls terrified of his character shift.Â
Nayeon is cornered. Itâs all over that the only person she never wanted for any of these to learn for has already heard their conversation loud and clear. She closed her eyes, preparing to face the consequences now that she has fucked up bigtime.
âY-yesâŚâ
YN stared at her, his lips twitched and closes his eyes. Stepping back from the door, the tension of the room is suffocating. He then hurriedly walked away and it alarmed Nayeon and Jeongyeon, including the rest of the girls who saw him lose his temper.
Nayeon immediately stood up from her bed. She ran outside of her room and asked her co-members where he went. They didnât know but they reported that he left the dorm.
She went to his room next and repeatedly knocked the door. His roommate who is also their bodyguard appeared instead. âOh, uhm Miss Im? What brings you here?â
âIs YN there?â
âNo, he hasnât returned yet. But he told me that heâs going to your dorm. You didnât see-â
âOkay thank you.â Nayeon bowed at the guy who was left puzzled. She then rushed to use the elevator to search for YN. As she reached the lobby, she noticed that itâs raining heavily outside.
From the door, she caught the sight of YN forcing himself to get out as the driver tries his best to restrict him. Nayeon didnât mind if sheâll got soaked, all thatâs important for her right now is to talk with YN. He left the estate, and the guard confusingly watched Nayeon escape also in the middle of the rain.
Nayeon used all the stamina she has left, until she shouted his name and sprung him around with his shoulder. âYN, please listen to me first. Let me explain.â
âSo thatâs what it is after all this time?â YN looked at her devastatingly. âWeâre going back to the past that I thought you and I wanted to forget. Yet you did it again, you befriended me again so that you can use me for your own benefit?!â
Nayeon fell quiet at his rants. She knows she has no defense to use here. What she can only do is to take all of his words into her guilty sinful soul.
âIâm sorry if I had to do it, YN. I know Iâve wronged again, but I did stopped it, I swear. You changed me when youâve shown me how good of a friend you can really be that Iâve never realized when we were young before.â
âThat wonât change the fact that you manipulated me just to be here right now, Nayeon. You made me think I earned it all, when in reality I was just being handed only for free because again, you have the power in your grasp.â You shook her head in dismay. âSo everything that I just heard from you, the thought that you and I were now in good terms, that was all a lie?â
âNo, YN. I discarded my plan at the start and I had to keep it from you, because I know itâll hurt you if you knew.â
âIronic of you to worry about what I feel when youâve been taking me for granted since way back ago.â YN presented himself with a slight spread of arms before dropping them back to his side. âIâm not just crumbling down after I learned about the darkest truth of this real you. Iâm filled with so much hatred and rage facing you closer right now!.â His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth in the middle of those words.
Nayeon frowned and avoided the gaze that screams anguish.Â
âWhat makes you say that you have changed? What other lie you wanted me to believe in and make myself fool at?â
âI FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!â Nayeon shouted as she broke down in tears that is being masked instead by the raindrops. âAll those times we spent together, getting to explore ourselves more. I felt your sincerity, and I listened to the girls and gave it attempt. Now I just couldnât help it but to think about you because whatever you do to me, it makes me feel bad that you donât know what Iâm actually doing to you.
And when I knew it was wrong, I simply scratched that idea and began treating you legitimately as my friend, until it evolved where I find myself to adore everything about you that I wished I couldâve cherished before. What Iâve said to you recently, I meant it all with my heart.â
She stepped closer and cupped YNâs face with her hands. âI need you with me. If I was your punisher back then, let me be your savior and redeem myself in our another encounter. For real, this time. I want you to be appreciated and to be loved.â
The way he shiver in his touch and how his face contorts had Nayeon feel apologetic for everything she has done even more. For the first time, the vulnerability of him was there for him to witness, the amount of pain he has in store for years was poured for her to see the mess she had caused.
âHow can I trust you again, Nayeon?â He said shakily. âHow can you make me love you?âÂ
Nayeonâs heart shattered, but it didnât hold her back to kiss him on the lips. Another tears escaped in her eyes by that single sentence she already expected to hear but would feel a lot better for her to receive the opposite, to push her more to do things right for him. As she let go, YN stares at her wearily.
âI was starting to like you as well. I even accepted this new version of you.â He held her hands. âYou betrayed me not once but twice. I may have forgiven you, I did⌠but after all of these, I feel like I made a mistake for giving you a second chance.âÂ
Nayeon shook her head as she repeatedly mumbles the word âNo⌠please.â
âHow stupid was I for me to repent when I should never forget everything what youâve done to me. You ruined my dreams, you showed no mercy when I needed it the most. You almost let my brother die and my mom desperate to collect money for his hospital bills. All because of how privileged and self-absorbed you are.â
Nayeon felt her arms sweeped away from him. He widened their gap, as he just looked at Nayeon emotionless. Nayeon just watched him in horror after she remember what led him to stop his studies, the one favor he asked that she rejected.
âIt has come to my mind that our past will never be a water under the bridge for me. You just have to forget whatever what we had, it all wonât happen from the start if you havenât stabbed me in the back and pretend just to gain something from me. From now on, I would be very grateful if I never see you face again. I want to be far away from you.I donât need love from someone like you.â
He stepped forward and stared at her intensely which had her frozen.
âAnd for the record, I never got to do this in front of your face but Iâm just fulfilling what I shouldâve done to stood up for myself.
âI hate you.â He sharply said before he left Nayeon in the middle of the rain sobbing her tears as she still tries to call for his presence, saying âWaitâ and âPlease, donât goâ before the guard saw her and provided her an umbrella to shade on.
The next day, YN made an abrupt decision to leave the company and resign as their bodyguard in just months for personal matter, breaking every TWICE membersâ hearts especially Nayeon who is already harboring feelings for him. The members were there to notice her concerning condition every day. She would be either locked in her room, skipping meals, looking disheveled and out of consciousness.
The girls have tried to contact YN in which he didnât answer at any at first until he decided to do it when Mina was the one who met up with her. They all learned about what happened and clarified that even them have no idea about Nayeonâs plan and their friendship with YN was true. Despite the pleads and advice by Mina to settle their problem with Nayeon, he had enough of it and he doesnât want to be associated with him again.
Months later, TWICE is still going on with their careers, theyâve also found a new bodyguard which makes them still think that YN was a better fitting one. With the assistance of a psychiatrist and her friends, Nayeon is slowly recovering from depression even though she believe she doesnât deserve to be pitied.. She also found out that YN has concluded that she has no interest to make amends with her despite the girlsâ persuasion. Although it hurts her, at least sheâs content and relieved that heâs still good with the other members.
Nayeon is lined up on a cotton candy stall for her friends Yeri and Jennie who are waiting on a bench when in her surprise, she saw a glimpse of YN handing a food to a woman heâs together with, seemingly having a date. As their eyes accidentally met, he just ignored her like she was nothing and they went to find another spot.Â
With all the coping she had in order to move on, accept, and willingly suffer for months after YN disappeared in her life again, it all went on full effect as for the last time Nayeon had to watch YN rebuilt the life he once tried to improve, now with somebody that is probably a hundred times better than her to love. She could only imagine in sorrow and envy how wonderful it wouldâve been to receive pure love from him, because in this world:.. theyâre destined to lose each other forever.
For Nayeon, he will always be her what if, a wasted priority, and the one who got away.
It had reflecting to her that the nightmare he suffered through are all combined karmas coming back to her she has no right to complain of. Perhaps its the only solution, he could only live in freedom if she got erased from existence in his life.
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mine to hold ( choi seungcheol )

â seungcheol gets jealous and want to claims you.
content : 1200 words, male reader, added member!reader, fluff fluff fluff, boyfriend!cheol, jealous!cheol, requested here!
the rehearsal room was alive with its usual chaos.
music pounding, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, and laughter echoing as the members ran through another grueling practice session.
sweat dripped down your forehead as you completed the last move of the routine, panting slightly as the song ended.
âalright, five-minute break!â hoshi called, clapping his hands before flopping down onto the floor.
the members scattered to grab water or stretch, the room falling into a buzz of idle chatter.
you leaned back against the mirrored wall, wiping sweat from your brow as seungcheol handed you a water bottle.
âyou okay?â he asked, his voice soft but steady.
his hand found its usual spot on the small of your back, the warmth of his touch grounding you.
âiâm good,â you replied, taking a long sip. âtired, but good.â
he hummed, his eyes scanning your face as if checking for any signs that you might be overexerting yourself. it was such a seungcheol thing to do â always worrying, always protective.
you appreciated it, though sometimes his concern bordered on overbearing.
âiâll be fine,â you added, leaning into his touch for a moment. âpromise.â
seungcheol nodded but didnât look entirely convinced. his hand lingered on your back as you both stood there, watching the other members joke around or sprawl out on the floor.
then, a voice called your name from across the room.
you turned to see a small group of backup dancers waving you over. one of them, a tall guy with bright eyes and an easy smile, motioned you closer.
âhey, can we ask you something about the routine?â
you glanced at seungcheol, who was already watching them with a wary expression.
âiâll be right back,â you said, squeezing his arm before walking toward the dancers.
he didnât respond, but his hand slipped reluctantly from your back, leaving a cold spot where it had been.
seungcheol stayed where he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. his sharp eyes tracked your every movement, his gaze narrowing slightly as he watched you laugh at something one of the dancers said.
âyouâre gonna give yourself wrinkles if you keep glaring like that,â jeonghan teased, sliding up beside him.
âiâm not glaring,â seungcheol muttered, though the tension in his shoulders said otherwise.
jeonghan raised an eyebrow.
âsure youâre not. you look like youâre ready to march over there and pull y/n away by the hand.â
seungcheolâs jaw tightened. âmaybe i should.â
jeonghan chuckled, clearly entertained.
âyou do realize y/n isnât doing anything wrong, right? heâs just being friendly. thatâs how heâs always been.â
âyeah, i know,â seungcheol grumbled. âitâs not him iâm worried about. itâs them.â
jeonghan followed his gaze to the dancers.
one of them was standing a little too close for comfort, leaning in as if to catch every word you said. another reached out, laughing as they lightly touched your arm.
âokay,â jeonghan admitted. âi see your point. but youâre still overreacting.â
seungcheol didnât respond, his eyes narrowing further when one of the dancers leaned down to whisper something to you. you laughed, completely oblivious to the way your boyfriend was fuming just a few feet away.
then you finally made your way back to seungcheol, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a heatwave.
âhey,â you greeted, brushing your damp hair back as you sat down beside him. âim back.â
âhaving fun?â he asked, his tone deceptively calm.
you blinked, confused. âyeah, i guess. why?â
his jaw clenched, and he tilted his head toward the dancers.
âyou sure seemed to be enjoying yourself over there.â
âcheol, what are you talking about?â you asked, your brows furrowing.
he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
âwhy do you have to be so nice to everyone?â
you stared at him for a moment, trying to piece together where this was coming from.
âiâm not being nice. iâm just⌠talking to them. whatâs the big deal?â
âthe big deal,â he said, his voice dropping slightly. âis that theyâre not just talking to you. theyâre flirting.â
you opened your mouth to protest, but he didnât give you the chance.
âyou donât see it,â he continued, his frustration bubbling over. âthe way they look at you. the way they stand so close. itâs like they think they have a chance with you.â
realization dawned on you, and your lips parted in surprise. âwait⌠are you jealous?â
âiâm not jealous,â he shot back quickly, though the defensive edge in his voice betrayed him. âi just donât like people crossing boundaries.â
a slow smile spread across your face.
âoh, you are so jealous.â
ây/n,â he warned, but the blush creeping up his neck gave him away.
âcheol,â you said, your tone softening as you leaned in closer. âyou know youâre the only one i care about, right? no one else even comes close.â
his shoulders relaxed slightly, though he still looked unconvinced.
âyouâre too trusting,â he muttered. ânot everyone has innocent intentions.â
âand thatâs why i have you,â you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. âto scare away anyone who tries.â
a reluctant smile tugged at his lips, and he finally let himself lean into you, his arms encircling your waist.
âyou think iâm scary?â
âterrifying,â you replied, grinning.
âgood,â he said, his voice low and possessive. âlet them be scared. maybe then theyâll back off.â
before you could respond, someone groaned loudly from across the room.
âcan you two stop being gross for five seconds?â seungkwan whined, throwing a towel in your direction.
the rest of the members snickered, and even seungcheol couldnât hold back a laugh as he caught the towel midair.
the break ended, and everyone returned to their positions for another run-through.
but seungcheol wasnât done yet.
throughout the practice, he was extra touchy â his hand on your hips or lower back when he adjusted your posture, his arm slung casually over your waist during quick water breaks.
it wasnât unusual for him to be affectionate, but today, it just felt⌠different.
âcheol, i think everyoneâs watching,â you whispered as he leaned in to fix the collar of your shirt, his fingers lingering just a moment too long.
âlet them watch,â he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. âmaybe then theyâll get the message.â
you bit back a laugh, shaking your head. âyouâre really unbelievable, you know that?â
âand youâre mine,â he said simply, his eyes locking onto yours.
by the time rehearsal ended, you were both exhausted but in high spirits.
as you packed up your things, you felt seungcheolâs arm snake around your waist once more, pulling you close.
âcome on,â he said, his voice softer now. âletâs grab some dinner before we head back.â
âsounds good,â you replied, leaning into his side.
as you walked out together, you couldnât help but notice the lingering looks from some of the dancers. but this time, instead of getting annoyed, you just smiled to yourself.
let them watch, you thought.
seungcheolâs arm tightened around you, as if heâd read your mind.
because at the end of the day, you knew exactly where you belonged. and so did he.
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Happy (kinda late) Moka Day!
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"Ladies and-a gen-entleman! Step right up! Ge-get yourself a-a mystical item today!" The old Murgo's voice is loud, his tone is jovial. His accent is hard to understand and his stuttering speech patterns would indicate a man who is not well-educated, though you've always expected he puts it all on for show.
His skin is scruffy, full of moles and unkempt facial hair that creeps down to his thin neck. The elderly man's uniform consists of a long, purple-sleeved coatâsleeves that fall every time he waves an arm at the next item he tries to flog.
"Y-you sir! Consider this, this is truly a-a magical mirror, for as long as you lo-look into it, it will make you b-beautiful." He smiles at the group before him, pearly white teeth contrasting with his murky skin colour. They are the only noteworthy things about him, other than his height, a whole foot smaller than the usual man.
The rough-looking labourer by your side mumbles, "What a crock of shit!"
While the bald man at the front calls "I'll take it!"
Murgo, as Murgo so often does, announces the catch, "Very wise pu-purchase. Now, just remember, the m-magic only works if you look a-at in complete darkness."
Murgo collects his due payment and the man at your side shakes his head as he turns away. "Idiots," he grumbles before he walks away.
"You there!" Murgo singles you out. "Do you fancy trying a-anything?" He asks you with a smile.
Murgo's entire stall is packed full of oddities, and none of them are ever what they seem. You may not believe in Murgo's little items, but it's always interesting to come and see what he has to sell today. It's nice to consider his fantastical excuses and embellishments.
"M-may I interest you in a fan-antasy?" He sing-songs. "You must ha-have a wish to make come true? Consider this ma-magical music box! One wish! M-Make it come true!" He boasts about another silly item, something that always leaves you rolling your eyes. Wishes cannot be bought.
"Tha-that's a look of uncertainty. Well, how about this." Murgo holds out a hand containing a single chocolate. A perfect, colourful item shaped like a square. "Gen-entleman, please m-may I present, a most magical item to y-your attention! A chocolate! Bu-but not any chocolate! They say this one tastes of m-mocha, and its ingestion a-allows you to live a fantasy."
You scrunch your brow.
"Ingested fantasies might seem an im-impossibility, but I have p-proven through a rigorous scientific process..."
You know he's lying, as always, but you're not about to interrupt though. You doubt the old man actually has much training in anything even related to science, and everything about him can only lead you to believe that he doesn't own many resources to test things on anyway.
"...so, sir, I urge you!" Murgo finishes his meaningless rambling by saying, "Try and taste your fondest dream. Try the ma-magical wonder and live a dream so real, so plausible that y-you'll forget who you are!"
Live a dream so real... He's definitely lying, but you are curious as to the taste of his chocolate.
Your eyes switch from Murgo's insistent, excited stare to his chocolate, and back to Murgo's knowing smile. "Just this once," you tell him.
-
You sit at your kitchen table, staring at the little rectangular block that rests on the wood.
"A fantasy, huh?" you contemplate. You lean in close and give it a sniff; it certainly smells like chocolate, with a hint of mocha.
Shrugging, you hold up the chocolate and drop it into your mouth. Immediately, it melts away and you're overpowered by the delicious flavour. It's milk chocolate, but you find hints of cocoa and coffee mixed between your lips.
You chew a few times and then swallow. At that moment, Murgo's words ring around your mind. 'Live a dream so real,' they repeat.
You sit and you wait. Staring expectantly at the table, you blink blankly at the slab where the chocolate once rested. You tap your fingers. You scratch the back of your neck. And still, nothing.
"Wow." You shake your head, chastising yourself for thinking so optimistically, and push out the chair.
As you stand, your head spins. The world about you warps into another form, a dark space resembling nothing you have ever seen.
The ground crunches beneath your feet. Gravel, perhaps? Black grazes at the surface, but you can't quite make out any details. As if a curtain has fallen to obscure your vision.
You spin around and wave your hands to find a purchase with something.
And then you feel it. Feel... her?
Small, smooth hands in your own. They let go before too long, and then those hands brush up your forearms.
A shadowed girlâclearly a girl by her soft curvesâgently touches your cheek, and you grab her hand again. A soft gasp escapes her, and then she giggles. "Do you know how hard it's been, to be stuck inside a piece of chocolate? Of course, you don't. Why would you?"
This... isn't real. Could you be dreaming? Could you be high, or drunk, or passed out? Perhaps poisoned? You bring your fingers to your face to ensure you're not gushing blood or anything odd. Nope, normal. Completely and utterly normal, so... what the hell?
She whispers as her fingers move along the waistband of your pants, "Did you like the taste of the chocolate? Of... Moka?" She laughs. "My name is Moka, do you understand? Mocha and Moka!"
She has the cutest laugh. Soft, genuine, and one that leaves you smiling. Smiling? You ask yourself what you're doing and how you possibly ended up with some mysterious woman pawing your crotch. Regardless, you answer.
"Yeah," you say, her laugh encouraging you to express honesty. "Definitely not a bad product at all."
"Of course not!" Moka cheers. You catch a glimpse of a smile in the shadows that surround her. "After all, I was made with all the finest ingredients to give a taste that absolutely anyone can enjoy! And you're no exception, are you?" Moka's weight presses against you, and she leans close to your ear to murmur, "This little bump in your pants proves that."
You let out a sharp breath, but no denial. Moka may be shrouded in darkness, but you don't have trouble appreciating her presence. You can feel the warmth from her body, her rounded breasts that are all too tempting to touch.
"I'm so confused..." you whisper.
"Good." With the utterance of one word, you see the brightness of a smile. How wonderful and expressive her face is. The darkness clears and the mystery goes with it. The girl in front of you can only be described as utterly breathtaking. She's wearing this smile that turns up a little more on one side of her mouth than the other, and you're absolutely enchanted by its beauty. There's this beauty mark on her nose, such a cute mole. And then her eyes... you could very happily lose yourself within them.
"So incredibly confused," you repeat, and watch with fascination as a lock of her dark hair slips past a black strip and over her flushed cheek.
Moka kisses you. A gentle, testing peck, but there's no time for timid, because she pounces, and suddenly you're drowning under her affection. Kissing her like this is all you can think about, and the way she tangles her small tongue around your own is wildly erotic, both innocent and sinful at the same time.
You are too complacent, but then Moka brings her body flush against yours. You don't know where she came from, you have no idea why she's here and what's going on, but your body is certainly not questioning that right now. Her lithe form under your touch is as smooth as the chocolate she came from.
"Take me," she all but purrs, "It's what I'm here for."
"But you're..."
"Not real? A fantasy? Exactly. That's all the reason you need to let go," she whispers and there is a clarity that brings her words like truth.
Real or not, you can't deny it. You want her, this exotic enigma. You tug her close, fingers tracing a curve, your lips following a line. Her body, her skin, you adore her. Every facet, every inch, you crave her. You take hold of Moka and lift her, she lets out the gentlest of squeaks but instantly wraps her legs around you, and just the sound and feeling of her draws a shudder out of you.
"I spent months in Murgo's storage, just waiting for someone like you. Every single day growing more and more frustrated as I waited. You can't imagine being that pent up, can you?"
She's taking off your shirt. Impatiently running her hands down your torso, like she can't get enough. You stumble until you plant her against the wall, holding her firm and kissing her with all the frustration she feels, biting and sucking and leaving her breathless.
Moka wraps her arms around your neck, curling her heels, pulling you close.
"I can't imagine it, but you don't have to wait for another second though." You squeeze at her taut thighs, making her whimper with delight.
"Taste me," she whispers and you take your lips to her neck. It's not exactly what she has in mind, but she knows it's inevitable. All roads lead between her thighs.
So you fall to your knees before her. Hands up her thighs, driving up the frills of her skirt. She's a delicacy, soft and pink, beautiful, just waiting to be savoured. And the moment your lips touch the inside of her thigh, she gasps, one palm smacking the wall behind her. The tension, the excitement, the breathless little whimpers that escape her, every little thing, has you completely engrossed.
The whole time you press a barrage of kisses against her thighs, moving closer to her core with each passing second, but the light, teasing kisses draw a litany of frustration out of her.
"P-please..." Moka whimpers.
The breath from her plea leaves her in a shudder. She huffs, already trembling. You test how wet she is with your fingers, feeling her damp warmth, her sticky arousal coating your digits. You're unable to resist running your fingertips up the folds of her pussy, using the natural slickness to help move, dancing around her clit and drawing cries from the breathless girl. Her pleasure is plain to see, the rising blush reaching her chest and the deep breaths escaping her.
You slide a single finger inside her, then quickly two, slowly finger fucking her pretty pink, twisting around and feeling her wrap around you.
"You like it?" you murmur and it's not like you could call anything happening now an act of romance, but you turn your head and kiss her thigh. Such a tender moment is shared despite the sordid acts.
Moka huffs, her fingers clinging to your shoulder. "I need it." She sputters, moaning and thrusting down to meet your slow motions. "Oh... It's so good..."
"It's about to get even better," you say.
You lap your tongue along the seeping moisture of her beautiful cunt, and you lick over her slick folds and lap up everything she has to offer. With deep, intense licks, you give her pussy the attention she's been begging for.
"Ahh! Oh, yes!" she shrieks, falling back against the wall and panting with pleasure.
The sweetness of her nectar assaults you, and your tongue finds the little spot that has her moaning each time you lick near it. Faster and faster you circle her clit, watching as her knees quiver and twitch. Closer and closer, your tongue working her into a frenzy.
"More... I-I... yes, don't stop!" she cries, pulling your face against her. She wants more, she won't wait, and she twists and tangles her fingers into your hair, pushing and grinding her dripping sex against you. "Can you imagine it? I was made for pleasure. To give and receive, only to be forced to hide away, all alone? To suffer every day, tortured by my need?"
Moka whimpers and struggles to keep her breath even. You must want to do something about that, don't you?
You grab her thighs, lifting her off the ground and shifting your hands under her, grabbing her soft, plump ass cheeks. She cries at the movement, but then her legs are wrapped around your shoulders, clutching you to her desperately. You eat her little pussy out furiously, ravaging her drenched folds as she cries out, screams filling the room as you pick up the pace. Your tongue dances around her clit, your fingers sinking deeply into the soft flesh of her cute little ass.
"Oh god... I can't stop myself," her desperate cries fill the room.
You cannot deny this girl, even if you wanted to, so you devour her sweet cunt, and watch as her eyes close, the pleasure becoming too much as her body explodes with euphoric release. She screams, desperately riding your face, her entire body quivering and twitching as she cums. The juices drip down your chin as she rides the wave of intense bliss, rolling her hips, indulging in it, prolonging it for as long as she can.
Finally, the surge of her overwhelming orgasm ends, but she slumps, nearly lifeless in your grasp. You struggle to keep her up, and she keeps trying to grind her sensitive folds against you, but her exhaustion finally hits her. So you take her, back in your arms, and toward your kitchen table.
There she lays, shaking and sweating, struggling to catch her breath, and you want nothing more than to pry her delicate figure from that dress. You strip her, your mouth kissing every newly exposed surface of her perfect body.
"This is how things should have been, how life should have been," Moka mumbles, her dark hair swirling beneath her as she lays across your table. Her sweet skin comes into sight and you can't help running your hands along the feminine curve of her stomach. Her perfect breasts fit in the palms of your hands and you trace circles around her taut nipples as she sighs happily.
You undress, and she watches, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. Her expression is suddenly guilty, as though admiring a man naked isn't something a girl should do. But you caress her face, she's your beautiful enchantress, and that moment of hesitation seems to pass as she leans into the palm of your hand. Her eyes shimmer with acceptance, and she's accepting of all the dirty things she's thinking, all the things she's about to say. "I...I want you inside me," she whispers.
Your cock is erect and eager, so hard, aching, throbbing with the desire to know her warmth, and you line yourself with the wetness between her legs.
Gently, you lean forward, pressing the tip against her tightness. "Are you ready?"
"For however long I've waited," she breathes.
She's quivering under you, full of tension, gripping the edge of the table tightly. The expression on her face is so vulnerable, open and raw, so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls with her need, and there's a hunger burning in her, a fire begging to be ignited.
"Please," Moka begs.
"Gentle..." you tell her, though who it's meant for, you're not entirely sure. But you take a deep breath and ease into her slickness.
She gasps, her grip around the side of the table tightening. It takes a moment, but she grows accustomed, her tension dissipates and her trembling is overcome. She laughs, and the sound is nothing short of stunning. Chime-like, the light, airy melody fills the room as she touches herself. Cupping her supple breasts, and tugging her pink nipples, she indulges in her lust and rocks gently against your hard shaft.
"Fuck away my lusts. Fill the void, be the man I've needed so badly," her sweet voice begins to sing with pleasure, her pitch rising.
Her cunt is so warm and inviting, so wet, stretching tightly around you as you pump back and forth. Wet noises sound with every pass. Moka's eyes glaze over and her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even deeper.
Your thrusting finds a comfortable, easy rhythm, and soon your hips are slapping eagerly against her every time you push in. Wet noises fill the air each time you drive into her deepest parts.
"God, yes..." her desperation only heightens, "Use me, please. Don't stop, fuck me."
"How could I ever?" you pant, both leaning in, sucking the taste of her chocolate mouth, twirling her tongue, drinking her intoxicating exhales.
She's a dream, this girl is made for indulgence. Her arms hook under yours, hands grasping your shoulders, digging into your back, desperate for some way to anchor herself. You want to touch every part of her, soak up her delicious little whimpers and commit them to memory. As your breath runs ragged and your heart pounds in your chest, nothing other than her is present in your mind. Nothing else matters. She is the pure embodiment of desire.
As the feverish motion speeds up, her soft breasts bounce and her entire body shimmers. Sweat glistens along her slender form and you push her to limits she's never known. Her cries run longer and louder until she's screaming, moaning your name, muttering incoherent praise.
"Moka..." you whisper her name, lacing her with what little you can say with a mind lost in the overwhelming bliss of her body.
It isn't long before your rhythm begins to break down. A rising and falling beat, speeding and slowing, stuttering with your every breath. She's drowning with you, and yet floating all at once. Latching onto you, refusing to let go. Desperate, clamping tightly onto you as you enter her deeper with each sharp thrust.
Panting, drenched, bodies so close. Your hard, feverish heat, her spiking lust, colliding with explosive fervour as you surge forward, burying yourself inside her and grunting as you shudder.
Unbridled and relentless, the swelling heat pulses through you and down your length. Rippling through her, filling her cunt, pouring into her. Her cries peak alongside yours. She shudders and shakes as your pulsing cock pumps a shockwave of ecstasy through her.
Delirious laughter escapes her when her rolling euphoria subsides, and her satisfied smile when she strokes her hand down your hot chest... everything about her... the delight of satisfaction washes through her.
Just what was that? That woman made you feel desires you could never imagine possible. Never could you have imagined something would make you feel as if you were flying.
Never could you imagine her.
And yet here she is.
"Can we..." she seems uncertain now, nervous, unsure.
You take her hands and kiss them. A delicate display of adoration that causes her nervous smile to transform into something happier, more certain. "What is it, Moka?"
She presses her finger to her lower lip, searching for the right words. "We can do this again, can't we?"
You can't resist chuckling at the blush that reaches her chest and the shy way she turns her head.
"Of course," you say.
-
Now you understand, even if vaguely, what happened and how things came to be; your actions and hers.
But, as always, the question remains... can a fantasy ever stay?
Moka is sitting outside on the small porch of your humble home. Fond memories occupy your thoughts; nights filled with bliss; mornings spent listening to her joyous voice.
"Are you having doubts?" she asks, unable to meet your gaze.
You sigh and rest against the rail. Her feelings are difficult to understand sometimes, but you have this odd connection, as if an invisible bridge exists between you, allowing you to feel her as she can you. She wants your happiness, you know that, she craves it, and yet...
"Will you stay?" you ask her quietly, a little afraid of the answer.
The setting sun casts pink across the sky. From the lush valley, there's a stream that cuts across the landscape, shaded by the greenery, broken only by the towering tree that stands tall in the distance. Its wide leaves filter the sunlight, casting gentle patterns in the trickling water. It really is such a peaceful place to live.
You stand and enjoy the moment. Fresh air, the calming simplicity of nature.
"I'm sorry," Moka's voice is only a whisper, "I don't know the limits of the magic that brought me here. If I stay, would I be stuck as a human? If I leave your side, would I ever be able to return? It's as much of a mystery to me as it is to you."
"Should I ask Murgo?"
"That fool? He didn't even know the chocolate was really magic. No," her voice grows firmer, "Don't trust the words of that merchant." Her hands clutch tightly at her knees, "I do have this feeling. I can't quite explain it, but, I've been feeling it since you first tasted me."
"Feeling?"
"A pullingâa tugâtoward you, away from you too," she says. "Magic, desires, loneliness... maybe they've been woven together. I can't be sure."
"Not sure I understand."
"I feel it now. There's this need to be satisfied. And when I'm not, it feels like the magic will just tear me away."
You push away from the railing and step towards her. She's sitting, knees pulled against her chest, wearing nothing more than a white linen gown. Seeing her so small...
"So, if I just satisfy you..." You reach out and gently brush your knuckles along her soft cheek. Moka leans into your touch, her deep brown eyes gazing up. Your fingertips push through her silky dark hair and cup her delicate chin. As she stares at you, you can feel the deep, yearning emotion within her. "Then you will stay with me."
"I think��"
You interrupt her with a kiss. Softly locking your lips, bringing her comfort. Just a moment, simple tenderness. Then passion, as you open your mouth and taste the pure sugar of her tongue. Slipping around yours, her hot exhale, her warmth, both erotic and meaningful.
You can only pull away by taking her with you, pulling her up from the chair. Eagerly, Moka smiles and steps into your arms. Squeezing her tight, holding her around the waist, breathing her scent, feeling the tension inside yourself. She kisses you back with the same intensity, lips tight on yours, warm and dripping as they open, teasing you with her sweet taste.
You stumble back towards the railing, bodies entwined. Tilting your head, her chocolate flavour can make anyone addicted. Kissing her, nipping, sucking, biting her lip. Sinking into her warmth, her body. Lifting the hem of her short gown, running your fingers along the silky skin of her thighs. She arches back into the wooden railing, and you break apart the kiss as she sinks into the support behind her.
You take hold of her shoulders and turn her. She braces against the railing and leans forward, showing off that inviting, delicate shape. Between the arch of her back and the curve of her cute ass, she begs to be taken. And that thin linen may as well not even be there; it's so taut, so transparent.
You move behind her. In the fading light of the evening, the shadows reveal more than they hide. Lifting the cloth and leaving her bare. Running your hands down the lines of her hips and sides, your fingers lightly trace back up her ribs and finally, you cup one of her light breasts. Her nipple presses into the palm of your hand, and she's so sensitive, arching at even the slightest touch.
She looks back at you, her eyes longing, knowing what comes next. Spreading your fingers down between her legs, you run them along the slick, wet flesh waiting for you. She's already ready, dripping, and your fingertips only tease her. Bending, lining up your rigid cock against her wetness. You place your other hand on her hip and ready yourself, preparing to push forward.
"I'll never grow tired of this," you say.
Moka looks back at you, blushing, hair over her face as she tries to look through the veil. Before she can respond, you push, and she lets out a sharp cry at being filled. With her firmly held, you slide in and out of her dripping cunt. It's not a frantic, hurried pace, but deep, intense thrusts that give Moka what she needsâgive her relief.
"Ah! That's so deep... so deep."
Her moans spill out without restraint. Such a vibrant voice, full of the lusts she's harbouring. Holding her firmly, plunging deeper and faster, her tiny pussy wrapping tightly around you. Wet, slippery squishing echoes through the empty air. Slaps sounding with every time your crotch strikes hers. It's all so lewd and brings you ever closer, keeps driving you.
The deeper her chest falls, the more she arches, and a deep moan escapes as her body shakes. Her orgasm comes strong, fast, and powerful, making her legs quake and her voice stutter. But you hold her and keep fucking. Slipping against her back, clinging to her waist, burying your face in her hair. Her trembling sex tenses and flexes and still she moans, incoherently telling you just how good it feels.
You've lost track of the number of times you've filled her tight cunt in the past few days, so this is just another one of many. She loves it, though; loves feeling you pour so deeply inside her. She'll do anything to feel it. So you fill her. Firm thrusts as you pump her full of your cum, right there on the porch.
-
During the moments she spends staring out the window, you run your hand down Moka's back. She hums a little sound, appreciating the act, and snuggles into the blanket further.
"Cold? I could go get the fire going again if you like."
Moka stares blankly, fixated on a flower just outside the window. She blinks and laughs suddenly.
"Hm? Sorry, what did you say?"
You repeat what you said and she quickly responds.
"It's alright, but there's something I need you to do."
"What is it?"
"Lie on the bed, let me ride you. I want to feel you fill me. I need it." She reaches a hand up and cradles her own breast, grasping at it and squeezing the supple mound.
It's getting worseâher constant need. Like an itch, she says. Something has to constantly be done to keep it from being painful. It's barely been two hours since you were last inside her, and it seems to be the only thing she can think about.
"Please. I just need a little more..."
You can't bring yourself to deny her. Not when she looks at you like that. So you stumble backwards, pulling her naked form along with you, and ungracefully land on your back. Already you're growing hard, just from looking up at her dainty body and recalling all the wonderful acts you have performed and thinking of what is yet to come.
Moka runs her hand through her hair and gazes downward, a serene look washing over her delicate features.
"Smiling suits you," you tell her.
Again, you watch her eyes light up at that little kind of praise. "Thank you," she says, blushing as she clambers across the bed to kneel above you. She fixes her knees on either side of your hips and runs her palms over your chest, teasing your body as her breasts sway before you.
"Oh..." she purrs as she rocks back and forth, rubbing her bare sex up and down your length. "Oh, yes..."
You hum with delight, but remain still for a moment, listening to the happy sounds she's making, letting her indulge in the simple foreplay.
Eventually, she can take it no longer. "Here..." She lifts herself with her thighs and wraps a single hand around your hardened cock, steadying it and gripping tight. With a single gasp, she guides you inside her. Her moisture envelops you and she's so tight, the way her pussy seems to suck you in all the way to the base. But once you reach that far point, you both let out a loud moan of satisfaction. She's got all of you, every last inch of your shaft has found its home inside her.
Moka rests there for a moment, staring down with these innocent, almost vulnerable brown eyes. From the soft feeling of her velvety interior and the cute, lewd look of her blissful face, you can't help yourself, and buck up into her, plunging even further in. She lets out a gasp and stumbles forward, catching herself on your chest.
"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" you ask.
The dark-haired girl gigglesâsomething that pleases you more than you can describeâand returns to that dainty smile. She pulls her hips and then drives them against you, before groaning, "More than alright."
Moka finds her rhythm. Rolling and grinding her hips, each motion punctuated by her spiking arousal. Her small cunt welcomes the friction, drips with desire. You grip her waist, helping her balance as she bounces in your lap, pushing herself harder and faster each time. She pushes harder, taking more of you, and soon she's crying out your name, begging you to fill her with everything you have.
Her gorgeous form rocks above you. Thrusting vigorously, her little breasts barely bouncing in a way that you can't take your eyes away from. Moka digs her nails into your chest. Her moans and cries grow increasingly desperate.
"You're amazing," Moka moans through her pleasure, voice quivering and trembling with it.
You can feel her clenching tighter and tighter, her insides quaking as she begs, and pleads for release. It brings your climax close, and despite the urgency of her pleasure, she maintains a controlled rhythm. Not so fast as to short-circuit things, keeping you on the very edge of euphoria.
"God, I love the way you..." she exclaims as a bright flush blossoms across her face. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, muting her sound.
"What?" you struggle to speak as her slick folds wrap so tightly around you.
You don't know what it is, but something catches her attention. Her movements slow and she's searching, somehow peering through the dark outside. The noise has stopped too, usually at night there's a cacophony of singing insects and rustling, fluttering wings, but now nothing. No wind or creak or creasing leaf. Quiet. Dead quiet.
Moka slips off of your cock and crawls backwards to the end of the bed.
"What is it?" you ask.
Moka's lips twitch. Anxiety sets in over her features and she steps away from the bed, toward the window. Moonlight kisses her skin, the pale rays dancing on her shadowy form. Your heart falters and you realise... you really do want her here. Like this. Always.
"Moka?"
A strong gust blows and the window swings open. Her silky hair whips against her face, catching on her lips. She raises her hand, fingers hovering lightly in the moonlight. You remain motionless in fear of breaking whatever is occurring. Nothing feels right, not a single thing. As if the fabric of reality has been slashed in two.
The wind howls. The lights flicker and the fireplace across the room somehow brings itself to light. She turns to face it and the flames illuminate Moka's eyes. They glow a pale violet, the hue all wrong, ghostly. A tremble comes over her, and she says just five words. The last five words you'll ever hear from her.
"I'm sorry. I'll miss you."
Her hand turns to dust. The grains reflect the moon as they blow out of the window. You watch as the rest of her body follows, leaving only the imprint of where she once stood.
Time moves slowlyâtoo slowlyâlike your heart, which can't beat. Something has broken, something in you, though not a sound passes through your lips. Tears stream from your eyes. The pain, the sorrow, the emptinessâit all feels irreparable. You can't bear it, and without a single word, without a single sound, the world goes black.
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episode seven: the massacre at hawkins lab
Steve coughs, swatting at the particles in the air. âJust inhaled a bunch of that crap.â âIâve been trying not to think about how much of the Upside Down weâve ingested since being here.â âItâs stuck in my throat, Y/N.â âAgain, Iâm trying not to think about that.
Summary: bats are really fucking annoying to fight, you always somehow end up critically injured, nancy carries the group on her back as always, eddie gives steve relationship advice (embarassing, tbh), interdimensional bike riding is lowkey fun, and you take a trip down memory lane.
Rating: general, some swearing, violence
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, cursing, blood and gore, critical injuries, mentions of fainting, mentions of death and violence, description of corpses
Words: 11.9k
Before you swing in: ive never been more excited to write a chapter tbh. this episode touches on so many things ive been building up for seasons now !!!! insane !!! im so so so excited to see how yall react. this chapter has my favorite sequence of scenes yet ;) enjoy !
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His name rips from your mouth. âSteve!âÂ
The bats sink their fangs into his stomach. His legs kick out, he gasps for breath, choking on his pain. Your legs threaten to give out as you stumble towards Steve. Quickly your fingers find the knives you always carry with you just as a bat lunges towards you.
Barely having time to dodge its quick attack, you swat at the creature, but your knives slide off its skin easily. Your heart drops; their flesh is too thick to cut through. The bat screeches at you, its teeth bared, and you throw your body weight against it onto the ground. Angling your knife, you pierce the inside of its mouth, killing it.Â
âShit!â Another bat crawls towards you. Your elbow scrapes the ground as you roll out of its path, slicing into the creatureâs maw.Â
Steve screams again, this time even louder as even more bats surround him. Frantic, you jump to your feet. Without thinking, you grab the tail of one of the bats, its face buried in Steveâs stomach. When you start to pull, Steve shakes his head violently and throws his arm out at you. âGo!â
You donât bother answering; youâre not leaving him.Â
The batâs tail cuts your palms as you pry it off of Steveâs flesh, but as soon as itâs removed, it latches onto your upper thigh. âFuck!â
Razor sharp pain shoots through your entire body. The bat loosens its jaw to only tighten it more; you can feel its teeth hit your bone. Screaming, the white-hot pain blinds you. Your knees give out and you fall before you can catch yourself.
âY/N!â Steve chokes out, desperate. He clenches his jaw, tries to get up. More bats screech overhead, circling you, and Steve knows you only have seconds before youâre dead. But the vines around his neck constrict even more. His airway closes, another bat takes the other oneâs place on his stomach.Â
âMotherfucker!â You stab at the bat, but then a second one slams against your body and your shoulder explodes with pain. âFuck-no,â you try to twist around, to use the last of your strength to remove it from your own skin, but itâs no use. The bats tear at your skin, ripping through muscle and ligaments.Â
Lightning flashes, its light red mars the endless dark blue sky. Above you, a bat screeches, signaling its descent, before it dives towards you at full speed. Your eyes close, you hope death will be quick.Â
âGet fucked!â Someone screams, a sickening thud following. Opening your eyes, you see the creatureâs body get thrown into the air. Eddie stands above you, smiling wickedly, but as soon as he sees the two other bats gnawing on you, he brings his oar over his head and swings.Â
You look away, scared heâll miss, and see Nancy and Robin a few feet away. Nancy holds the other oar, working with Robin to kill the swarm of bats that encase Steveâs body. Seeing them makes you want to cry in sweet relief.Â
The sound of the batsâ pained cries echo in your ears. It takes several attempts before Eddie manages to get them off of you. The batâs teeth cut deeply with every attack, causing you to cry out in pain. Itâs fucking agonizing. Warm blood follows a sickening tearing sensation in your leg.
When Eddie has killed both bats, he helps you stand up. âJesus, you alright?â
âTalk later,â you grunt, already rushing to go help Nancy and Robin. âFight now.â
Eddie doesnât stop you. He swings his oar again and Robin begs you to help. She has a bat pinned down while Nancy pounds her oar into its face, but it wonât fucking die. Its tail has wrapped itself around Steveâs neck and heâs paler than youâve ever seen him.Â
But before you can gut the piece of shit creature, another bat pounces on Nancy. Its claws tear her skin and she yelps. You scream her name and catch her before she falls. âI got you.â
Nancyâs hands clutch your body as you stab the bat. âGet it off me!â
âIâm trying!â The bat wonât let go, screeching with every pull. Biting down, you ignore the searing pain as your palms get cut up even more. Robin tries to help, but you scream at her. âNo! Help Steve!â
She nods quickly and itâs a mess of fighting and screeches and blood. Steve bites down on the batâs tail, its jaw opens as it squeals, giving him just enough time to escape. As he rolls to the side, Robin throws the batâs body onto the ground.Â
Seeing Steve safe reinvigorates you, and with one final scream, you use everything within you to pull the bat off of Nancyâs back. It releases her skin with a squelching pop. You force your knife down its throat and pin the creature to the ground. It writhes beneath you. âNow, Nancy!â
She doesnât hesitate. âGo to hell!â Her oar slams down, killing it.
Behind you Eddie kills the remaining few bats that circle overhead. Steve stands next to you, slamming the final bat into the ground. The body lands with a loud smack against the concrete and Steve rips the carcass in half.Â
Blood drips from his mouth and he messily spits it away. Heâs panting, his stomach is on fire, heâs stuck in some alternate dimension with no way out, but all he can focus on is you.Â
Flesh hangs from your shoulder, leaving behind a gaping wound of exposed muscle. Your thigh is torn clean through. Thereâs blood everywhere. The white of your tanktop is now soaked in red. But youâre here, youâre alive. He hasnât lost you. Not yet, at least.
âY/Nââ Steve practically falls against you, and youâre no better yourself. Youâre crying, snot runs down your face as you grab desperately at him. His hands are all over you as he tries to stop the bleeding, but thereâs so much blood.Â
âI-Iâm here.â Your hands are all over Steveâs body, too. They cup his waist, there are so many bite marks on him, but at least his flesh is warm under your skin. Heâs still here, heâs still yours, and now all you want to do is calm him down. Steve is panicking, holding you as if heâs afraid youâll die in his arms any second, and the fear on his face makes your chest ache.Â
âAre you guys okay?â Nancy asks, tentatively touching your shoulder. A wince slips from her lips when she sees the flesh that is no longer there. âJesus, Y/N.â
Steve wraps his hands around your thigh, itâs bleeding the most and you can barely put any weight on it. âIâm fine, but they took a fucking pound of flesh from her.â
âYouâre no better,â youâve placed your own hands over his stomach, his blood warm against your fingers. âI think you lost your appendix.â
Steve laughs, but almost immediately his laugh turns into a groan. âGod, donât make me laugh. It hurts.â
You apologize, kissing his shoulder. Light catches your attention and you see Robin crouched down next to one of the bat carcasses. She looks up at everyone. âUh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?â
âRobin, if we have rabies, please promise me youâll shoot me.â You tell her, dead serious. Rabies has always terrified you. When you were younger, a rabid fox made its way onto your grandparents' farm. It had killed all the chickens, attacked the herding dog they had, and you remember how distraught your father had been when he had to kill both the fox and the hound.Â
âIâm sure you and Steve donât have rabies.â Nancy says, sensing your growing fear. But before she can say anything else a small group of bats descend from the sky.
Steve pushes you behind him. They land near the gate you fell through, screeching at the five of you. Theyâre a small enough group, Steve voices what youâre all thinking: you can handle them. Flicking your knives out, you prepare for whatâs about to come.Â
Until a swarm grows larger in the distance. Thereâs easily hundreds of them, they cast a shadow below where they fly. Thereâs too many to fight.Â
âYou were saying?â Robin breathes out, eyes never leaving the sky.
Steve is speechless, he doesnât know what to do. His hand tightens around you, protective, but thankfully Nancy has a plan. She tells everyone to run towards the woods and none of you hesitate to follow. Steve swings your legs over his arms, picking you up with ease despite the bite wounds that litter his skin. Like hell heâs letting you run right now; youâre too torn up, you can hardly even walk.Â
As Steve runs with you in his arms, heâs careful to avoid the vines that creep over the ground. Itâs a dizzying rush. All you can do is hold tightly onto him, trusting that Nancy knows where sheâs taking you.Â
Deep into the woods, Nancy calls over her shoulder, âOver here!â
Lifting your head from Steveâs chest, you realize, as you always do, that Nancy Wheeler is a goddamn genius. Sheâs taken you all to Skull Rock.
The giant boulders form a small alcove, just big enough to hide under as the bats fly overhead. She instructs everyone to crawl under and Steve sets you down gently, positioning you so that youâre sitting with your back against the rock. As soon as youâre secure, Steveâs hand goes back to your thigh.
The sound of the bats is almost deafening. No one dares to speak. They fly over at such a gruesome speed, their screeches echoing off the trees. You lose count of how many there are. All you can do is wait for the last of them to leave.
More lightning strikes above. It shakes the ground, the sound reverberates in your skull. You canât believe youâre here. Youâre in the Upside Down. The place youâve only ever spoken about, the entity that haunted your nightmares and took the ones you loved from you.
Itâs so much colder than you imagined it to be. Everything is darker, more twisted. The dimension is exactly as Will once described to you: this is Hawkins, itâs your home, but different. Colder, scarier. These woods are the woods you walked through, the woods where you fell in love, and yet the trees loom over you in a threatening way. Their branches form spikes, the dirt recoils against your feet.Â
Nothing here feels warm. The darkness is never ending.Â
This is where Will was, all by himself, for a week.Â
He had only been twelve.Â
When the nightmare swarm of bats is finally over, Robin carefully pokes her head out from the alcove. âOkay, that was close.â
Eddie agrees, kicking at a rock. Steve offers you his hand to stand, but the moment your skin touches his, you feel sick. All the adrenaline from earlier leaves you. All the blood youâve lost catches up, leaving your body weak. Stumbling, your vision tunnels and your eyes roll back.Â
âWoah, hey.â Steve breaks your fall, snapping his fingers in your face to bring your attention back to him. Heâs weak as well, he has to lean heavily against the rock to steady himself. âY/N-shit!â
âSteve?â Nancy turns around, finding you and him moments away from collapsing. She curses, rushing over. When she sees all the blood that still pours from your thigh, she gags. âOh, fuck.â
âKeep⌠keep talking. Please.â Your breathing is labored, you can hardly form any words. âKeep talking to me. If-if I faint⌠embarrassing.â
âI think sheâs losing it.â Eddie whispers rather loudly to Robin.Â
Nancy grazes Steveâs chest, silently asking him to move your body aside. She wants to get a closer look at his wounds as well, she canât help you if heâs bleeding out himself, but he refuses. âNo, no we need to help Y/N.â
âSteve, youâre also losing bloodââ
âI donât care.â Steve pulls you even closer to his chest, he needs to feel your rib cage rising and falling. He needs to feel you breathe. âHelp her, Nancy.â
His outburst startles Nancy. She takes a step back, alarmed, but clenches her jaw. Thereâs no getting through to Steve; she knows sheâs lost the fight. âAt least sit her down.â
Steve collapses, sliding back against the rock with you tucked to his chest. With shaking hands, he forces you to sit next to him. You wince with every movement, itâs getting harder and harder to stay awake.
âStay with me, angel.â Steve murmurs to you, motioning to Nancy to look down at your thigh. The wound is bleeding the most, the teeth sunk in the deepest.Â
âDonât wanna faint,â your head sags to the side, exhausted. âSo embarrassing.â
Nancy places her hands unsurely to your thigh. The blood squelches, soaking through your jeans. She exhales shakily. âYouâre not-youâre not going to faint, okay? Just keep talking, Y/N.â
âHate bats.â Itâs the first thing that comes to mind, but it seems to settle Nancyâs unease and Steveâs worry. âLittle fuckers hurt.â
Nancy tears the end of her shirt, her nimble fingers gently lift your injured leg. She ties the piece of fabric tight around your thigh, quelling the bleeding. Steve helps with the knot, though really he just needs something to do.Â
âIf you want some good news, Iâm pretty sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies.â Robin crouches next to you, smiling despite how terrified she is. âSo thatâs something, right?â
You yelp when Nancy tightens the tourniquet. Biting your tongue, you force a smile to Robin. âHooray.â
âThere,â Nancy wipes her hands of your blood. The tourniquet isnât much, but already the bleeding has subsided. âBut I think youâre going to need stitches.â
âIâm tired of hospitals,â you whine, but youâre already feeling a bit better. Youâre weak, sure, but at least your body isnât slowly draining itself out. âThanks, though.â
Nancy nods, smiling softly, before her eyes land on Steveâs stomach. âCan I finally patch you up?â
Steve doesnât even look at her, instead cups your face. Even though youâre covered in blood and sweat and tears, even though your cheek is scabbed and your lip is split, he doesnât think heâs ever found you more beautiful. âYou alright?â
âBeen better,â you admit, squeezing his arm. âBut letâs worry about you now.â Turning to Nancy, you extend your arm. âGot any more torn pieces of clothing?â
She bites her lip. The only thing covering your body is your tank top. Sheâs seen the cuts all over your palms. She doesnât think youâll be able to wrap the cloth around Steve, if sheâs being honest. But she also knows Steve and how fiercely he loves you. He wonât let anyone near him but you.Â
Finally, she sighs. Tearing off more of her shirt, she hands it to you. âYeah, here.â
You thank Nancy again, and she gives you a curt nod before backing away, giving you and Steve some space. Once sheâs gone, you tend to Steveâs injuries. When he moves his hand away and reveals raised, angry flesh, you inhale sharply. âSteveâŚâ
âJust a flesh wound.â He jokes, but you can hear the pain in his voice.Â
Though youâre still dizzy and weak, you manage to lift Steveâs body enough to wrap the makeshift bandage around him. Luckily he isnât bleeding as badly as you are, but the sight of him injured still leaves you nauseous.Â
Tying the fabric around his torso, youâre careful not to hurt him any more. The moment is familiar, reminiscent of the years before. Back in the junkyard when a Demodog nearly tore open your rib cage, Steve had been the one to take care of you. He had so carefully wrapped your cardigan around your chest, been so delicate with you, and now itâs your turn to do the same for him.Â
âWe always end up here, donât we?â You say softly, it still takes a lot of energy for you to speak. You finish tying a knot to secure the bandage and Steve looks at you oddly. He doesnât understand, and you shrug. âYou and me, patching each otherâs wounds up.â
Steveâs eyes soften. It doesnât matter where he could be, in what situation he could be stuck in, you always somehow remind him of how loved he is. âKinda wish the bats had eaten my ribs instead. We couldâve had matching scars.â
You laugh, eyes shining with tears. Fresh pain explodes all over your body, but you laugh anyways. You donât know why youâre laughing or why tears run down your face. The exhaustion and pain from today must finally be catching up to you. âHow romantic.â
Steve laughs as well, the pain of it bearable when he hears your laughter mixing with his. âI love you, angel.â
âI love you, too, honey.â Itâs so cold in the Upside Down, but the warmth of Steveâs love feels like sunshine kissing your skin.Â
Robin clears her throat. âUh, not to ruin this cute moment, but I just wanted to say that if either of you start feeling aggressive, please let me know. Because, ya know. The threat of rabies still.â
âI kinda wanna punch you.â Steve looks at her pointedly, annoyed.Â
You poke his cheek and smile apologetically at Robin. âHe didnât mean that.â
âSense of humor is still intact, thatâs a good sign!â She cheers, then, as an afterthought, she takes off her flannel and hands it to you. âAlso, figured youâd want this. Not that you arenât totally hot right now in only a tiny tank top and blood all over you, itâs just freakishly cold down here and you technically have an exposed wound on your shoulder and who knows what sorts of awful flesh eating diseases there are here.âÂ
You accept the flannel gratefully and thank her. Then, together, you and Steve stand up. The process is difficult, you only have one functional top and bottom, and you walk in a slow manner together as you lean against the other.Â
Up ahead, Eddie is standing on one of the boulders, staring out into the vast dimension. âSo, uh. This place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?â
âBasically.â You respond, grunting as you support Steveâs upper body.Â
Eddie nods, defeated, and before he can step down, Nancy tells him to be careful of the vines. âItâs all a hive mind.â
When Eddie doesnât understand, Steve tries to explain it to him. âAll the creepy crawlies here, dude. Theyâre like, one or something.â
âTheyâre all interconnected. They can feel each otherâs pain, feelings, whatever.â You say, remembering how Jonathan had described Willâs agonizing screams when the vines had been burned in the tunnels.
âStep on a vine, youâre stepping on a bat, youâre stepping on Vecna.â Steve finishes grimly.Â
Eddie smiles sarcastically, obviously displeased with this information, but heâs careful not to step on any vines on his way down.Â
âBut everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?â Robin asks.
You nod. âAccording to Will, yeah.â
This pleases Robin, and she starts explaining her plan. If everything's the same in the Upside Down, then you should be able to use the guns stored away at Hawkinsâ police station. With the ammunition stored there, itâd be more than enough to kill the bats that guard the gate back to Hawkins.Â
âI highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin.â Steve says skeptically. âBut guns? Sure.â
You shake your head. While Robinâs idea is good, thereâs still the issue of going all the way downtown from Skull Rock. The five of you barely made it half a mile without getting killed. Thereâs no way youâd survive three. âBut the police station is downtown. Thatâs too far from here.â
Robin deflates, but Nancy furrows her brows. After thinking for a moment, her eyes light up. âWe donât have to go all the way downtown. I have guns. In my bedroom.â
God you love her.
Eddie scoffs in disbelief. âYou, Nancy Wheeler, have guns⌠plural? In your bedroom?â
âFull of surprises, isnât she?â Robin says with pride.
âAnd this is why we always listen to her.â You sing along, high fiving Robin.Â
Nancy doesnât acknowledge you or Robin, but her cheeks flush with slight embarrassment. âA Russian Makarov and a revolver.â
âYeah, you almost shot me with that one.â Steve reminds her, though his tone is gentle, almost teasing.
You laugh, remembering how terrified he had been when Nancy pointed the gun at him. You all had been so much younger, more naive. All he wanted to do was apologize to Jonathan for their fight earlier. Steve had just wanted to make things right, and thatâs why you stepped in front of him that night. âLuckily for you, I was there to save your life.âÂ
Steve looks down at you fondly. He pulls you close, his eyes are full of so much love. He remembers everything. The night that started it all. âAnd then I saved yours.â
To think that a sprained ankle and a bat full of nails would lead you to here: Steveâs warm chest against you, so full of love.
Lost in your warm memories, neither you nor Steve see Eddie throwing his vest at Steveâs face until itâs too late. The material smacks against him, cruelly bringing the two of you back to reality.Â
âWhat the fuck, Eddie?â You sneer at him, deeply annoyed.Â
He waves at you flirtatiously, a devilish glint in his eyes. âIâm protecting your boyfriendâs modesty for you.â
Before you can retaliate, the ground beneath you starts to shake. The force of it is so sudden, so strong, that it sends you and everyone else falling. Steve catches himself on a rock, holding you tightly to his chest, and you manage to catch Nancy before she falls as well. Eddie grabs onto Robin, stuck on the ground together.
The tremors are violent. Thereâs a cracking sound, branches fall behind you as the earthquake destroys whatever it can. Steve holds you through it, he whispers reassurances to try and calm you. When itâs over everything is quiet for a moment, before a loud, heart stopping shriek cuts into the night.
It doesnât sound like any creature youâve faced before. Far too loud to be a Demodogâs, far too large to be a batâs. The thought of what it could be almost paralyzes you; it couldâve been the Mind Flayer.Â
âGuns seem like a pretty good idea to me.â Eddie finally says, panting.Â
Robin quickly agrees, and you swallow down the bile that rises in your throat. âYeah, okay. I can be okay with guns.â
âSo what are we waiting for?â Steve puts Eddieâs vest on, twirling a flashlight in his hand. He nods to himself, tries to convince himself that heâs as confident as he sounds. He extends his other arm towards you, helping you steady your balance. âLetâs go.â
And you follow.Â
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Itâs a long walk from Skull Rock to Nancyâs house; itâs an even longer walk when youâre in the Upside Down, hiding from demonic bats. With every branch that snaps beneath someoneâs foot, you all jump. The croak of whatever creature nearby sets everyone on edge.Â
âCouldnât we have tried a road or something just slightly less creepy?â Robin complains, jumping over a vine.Â
Leaning against Steve, you groan. âAnything would be less creepy than this.â
âI think weâre getting close,â Nancy tries to sound convincing, but even sheâs uneasy. âWeâre almost out of here. Donât worry.â
Robin nods at the reassurance, but you canât help but wonder what could possibly come next after you find Nancyâs guns. Itâd be two guns, two critically injured members of the group, two oars, and one switchblade against an army of bats.
Not the best odds.Â
Nancy and Robin wander further ahead, leaving you behind with Steve and Eddie. None of you talk, more so because youâre putting all your energy into not falling on your face and Steve is busy helping you stay upright.
Walking is difficult and painful and youâre so frustrated by it all, especially after you trip over your fourth tree root. If it werenât for Steveâs quick reflexes, youâd be long dead by now.
Eddie must recognize this, too.
âHere, let me justââ He comes next to you and throws your arm over his shoulders before either you or Steve can protest. Immediately the pressure on your injured leg lessens. You sigh in content, and Eddie smirks. âThere ya go, princess.â
âDonât call her that.â Steve snaps, but even he has to admit that Eddieâs help is needed. With him carrying half your weight, Steve is able to breathe a little easier. Youâre better balanced this way. Heâs no longer straining his injuries to support you.Â
Eddie winces. âIâm sorry, just⌠trying to lighten the mood, I guess.â
Steve doesnât say anything, but the silence stretches on and you feel bad for Eddie. He really is trying. Despite the fact that heâs Hawkinsâ most wanted, he still tries to make everyone else laugh. He has to know that heâs never getting out of this alive, and you admire the strength it must take to continue laughing anyways.Â
So you try to for him as well. âThank you, by the way. You saved our lives back there.â
Eddie looks at you funny, he hadnât expected you to acknowledge it. âShit, Steve saved his own ass, man.â
âThatâs true,â you laugh. By the time the fight finished, Steve had somehow managed to fight his way out by himself. âIt was impressive.â
âNo it wasnât.âÂ
Eddie scoffs at Steveâs dismissal. âPlease, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.â
âOzzy?â Steve looks at you, silently asking for some type of explanation, but you shrug.Â
âAll I know is that heâs in Black Sabbath.â Jonathan occasionally listened to the band whenever he was particularly angry, but not enough for you to understand Eddieâs obscure reference.Â
Eddie makes a surprised, but pleased, sound. âHonestly surprised you even know Black Sabbath, but câmon. Ozzy Osbourne, he bit a batâs head off onstage. You seriously havenât heard about that?â
You and Steve stare at him blankly, and he sighs. âWell, it was very metal. Thatâs what Iâm trying to say.â
Steve scoffs again, but deep down you know heâs preening. Itâs not everyday someone commends his strength or recognizes how well he can hold his own. Steve has come a long way since his first fight with Jonathan back at the alley.Â
âI think I finally get why my brother likes you so much,â you tell Eddie, looking up at him curiously. âYou know a lot of weird facts. He goes crazy for them.â
That, and youâre finding that Eddie isnât so bad when he isnât surrounded by his goonies. Heâs actuallyâŚÂ decent when he isnât putting on a show for everyone. Itâs almost reminiscent of how Steve had once been, back when he was the King.Â
But if you ever pointed out that similarity to the boys, you know theyâd be deeply offended.Â
The corners of Eddieâs mouth tilt up. âYeah, well. The kid adores you and practically worships Steve.â
âHe does?â Steve almost sounds bashful at the idea of Dustin worshiping him. It makes your heart constrict. You both miss your brother terribly.Â
Eddie nods. âOh yeah, itâs kinda annoying, to be honest. Especially when all he talks about is Y/N. If he isnât talking about you, heâs talking about her.â
âI doubt thatâs true,â you shake your head. âHe doesnât need me anymore, heâs practically counting down the days until I leave.â
âNah, man. Dustin tells me all the time how much heâll miss you when you leave.â Eddie tells you, voice firm. âKid always talks about how much you look out for him, that he doesnât know what heâll do when youâre gone. In a way, itâs annoyingly endearing. He frets over you just as much as you fret over him. I can see the Henderson charm in him that made you Hawkinsâ sweetheart.âÂ
Everything that Eddie tells you leaves your throat sticky with tears. You didnât know, you couldnât know all Dustin said about you. For the longest time you thought heâd grown to hate you, to resent you the way kids often do with their family. You wouldâve never blamed him; sometimes people just grow up, grow apart, but here Eddie is, telling you that your brother will miss you when youâre gone.Â
Unable to say anything in fear that youâll cry, the only response you give Eddie is a curt, short nod.
Steve rubs your side tenderly, understanding all youâre unable to say. Eddie feels the touch against his own side and he clears his throat. He knows you want him to change the subject. âAdmittedly, I got a little jealous. Hearing the little shrimp talk about you as if you hung the goddamn stars yourself.âÂ
The irony of it all crashes upon you. While you had been jealous of Eddie, he had been jealous of you. The two of you spent months quarreling over Dustin, youâd been uncharacteristically mean to Eddie, and yet the entire time you envied the other.Â
Abandonment can make people cruel.Â
âI was jealous of you, too.â You finally reveal to Eddie, meeting his eyes for the first time tonight.Â
Eddie stares back at you, his expression softens with understanding. He seems to have pieced together what you have: your anger had never been cruel, only defensive. Protective of your brother the way only a sister would in fear of losing him.Â
âGuess that makes us both idiots, huh?â Eddie teases gently, accepting the offering of truce that you present to him.Â
You laugh, looking away. The moment of truce is nice, pleasant almost, until the beat of silence becomes too unbearable for you. Youâve revealed enough of yourself tonight. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you lift your arm from Eddieâs shoulder and pull away. âRobin is probably missing me right now. She hates the dark, these woods are her worst nightmare.â
Steve catches your arm before you leave. Youâre still unsteady on your feet, but he understands what youâre trying to do. Heâs come to learn that you shut away when youâre vulnerable. While you wear your heart on your sleeve, Steve knows that it can be exhausting for you.Â
âNeed me to call her over?â He asks you quietly.
âNo, I can manage.â You kiss Steveâs cheek, thanking him without having to say it. Eddie smiles at you as you leave, tight lipped, but kind nonetheless.Â
The two teens watch you slowly make your way over to Robin, who happily welcomes your presence. She wraps her arms around you and holds you tightly, giggling slightly, before holding you close and helping you walk.Â
âIâll bring her back in one piece!â Robin calls to Steve, giggling under her breath. Steve waves his hand sarcastically, but doesnât argue. Turning to you, Robinâs face shines in the blue moonlight. âYou here to save me from this totally creepy, absolutely horrid woods?â
âDuh,â your laughter reflects hers. âIâm your knight in shining armor, babe.â
Robin squeezes your hand, resting her head against yours as you walk together. Itâs been a long time since youâve held each other like this. The realization makes you guilty. âHowâve you been holding up?â
Robin shrugs, the motion jostles your head, but you donât mind. âWeâre in the Upside Down, some guy named Vecna wants you and Max dead, and you refuse to admit that youâre scared.â
You bite your lip. Robin is just as worried for you as Steve is, sheâs just hidden it better, and you wish that you could spare her the worry. Sheâs put up such a strong front for you. Between Steve, Dustin, Lucas, and Max, Robin knew you didnât want yet another person coddling you.
So she stepped back, gave you the space you wanted, but youâre still her best friend. Robin wonât let you forget that.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper to her, holding onto her as tightly as she holds onto you.Â
Robin shrugs again. âNothing to forgive, pretty girl.â
And itâs as simple as that.
Though Steve canât hear your conversation, he watches you and Robin fondly. The two of you sway together, laughing occasionally. Eddie notices the way Steve looks at you and laughs to himself.Â
âYou know, I was jealous of you, too.â
Steve raises his eyebrow. âWhat?â
âI was jealous of you and Henderson, the little one, I mean. Guess I couldnât accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. I mean, rich parents, popular, chicks love him, not a douche? No way dude. That like, flies in the face of all laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine.â
Then Eddie motions towards you. âAnd when you started dating Y/N? Câmon, man. Everyone knows Y/N Henderson is like, Godâs gift to selflessness. I watched her tutor kids in the library like goddamn Gandhi, and suddenly sheâs dating you? There isnât any law in the universe to explain that. Fucking unfair.â
Though he knows he should be offended, Steve finds himself laughing. If heâs being honest, heâs relieved that someone else is questioning whether Steve deserves you. From the moment he met you, youâve tried convincing him that heâs always deserved you. But Steve knows better, and he canât believe itâs Eddie Munson who sees this, too.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, I also donât know why Y/N chose me.â Steve confesses, catching Eddieâs attention. âHonestly, I donât think I ever wouldâve been someone she even liked had we not been dragged into the Upside Down together. I was a douchebag. She hated me for years, but I guess saving her life a few times earned me some brownie points.âÂ
Eddie snorts. âSurprised youâre not claiming it was your âstunningly good looksâ that made Y/N fall for you. Oh how humble youâve become.â
âY/N changed me.â Steveâs eyes find your body again. They will always draw towards you no matter where you are.
The sincerity in Steveâs voice surprises Eddie. Licking his lips, he sighs. âWell whatever she did, I never wouldâve jumped in that lake to save your ass, not under any normal circumstances.â A branch snaps, Steve and Eddie turn to its source, but thereâs nothing there. Sighing again, Eddie continues to walk. âOutside of DnD, Iâm no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run⌠at least, thatâs what Iâve learned about myself this week.â
Steve doesnât know where Eddie is going with this. âHey, give yourself a break, man.â
Eddie points to you, Robin, and Nancy walking up ahead. âNo, you see. The only reason I came in here was âcause those ladies came in straight after you. I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Y/N? She dove in the second your head went under. Nearly tore Robinâs arm off trying to get to you.â
Something heavy settles in Steveâs chest. Thereâs a shift, thereâs something that simmers deep into his rib cage.Â
Eddie forces Steve to look at him. âI donât know how you did it, but she loves you. The way she was screaming your name, it was an unambiguous sign of true love that these cynical eyes have ever seen. And if someone like Y/N Henderson loves you⌠then I figured you must be worth saving.â
Steveâs breath stutters. He looks up at you again, the warmth that cascades his veins whenever he sees you overwhelms him. Steve loves you more than anything. To be told how deeply you love him by someone else is almost too much.Â
You and Steve have been fighting so much recently. Heâs said awful things to you, youâve hurt him in ways he hadnât known he could hurt. All the unspoken words, all the uncertainty and fear, and yet you dove in to save Steve without hesitating.Â
And isnât that all that love is? To love without expectations, without hesitancy. Love is the inability to separate your breath from the personâs lungs; you took all the air out of Steveâs chest the moment you smiled at him.Â
Youâre the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to Steve. Heâs always known this, heâs always known that what the two of you have is special. Itâs something more than just young love.Â
So what if the future you envision doesnât align with Steveâs? How could something so small, so miniscule as compared to forever with you, be what Steve allows to drive you away? You deserve more than just his insecurities. Youâve already decided that Steve deserves your love, what more can he want from you?
He already has you; Steve wonât let you walk away from him. Not this time, not when what you have is rare and real and raw.Â
Steve almost wants to laugh at how funny it is. Heâd been so worried about losing you, that he almost lost you in the process. Whatâs even worse: it took a five minute conversation with fucking Eddie Munson to even realize it.Â
âY/N, sheâsââ Steve begins, but the ground starts to shake again and heâs falling. Eddie curses, sick of these earthquakes, and Steve braces himself as the rumbling continues.Â
Robin struggles to hold onto you as you cower together under the earthâs violent shaking. Instinctively your head turns toward Steve to make sure heâs okay. You find him on the ground next to Eddie. Sensing your eyes on him, Steve looks up and nods reassuringly at you. Relieved, you breathe against Robin.Â
âSecond on my list of least favorite things,â she says, voice shaking. âEarthquakes. Seriously, Iâm unsteady enough as it is.â
âAt least you have two working legs.â You quip.
Robin shushes you, but her voice raises when she sees Nancy stand and take off. âNancy!â
Squinting at the darkness, you see the girlâs figure disappearing into the treeline. Sheâs running alarmingly fast, way too fast for anyone to catch up in time, and your heart lurches. None of you should be splitting up right now. It isnât safe. âFuck! Someone stop her!â
Robin quickly throws you onto your feet and you call after Steve and Eddie to follow. If running was difficult with a bleeding out leg, itâs almost impossible with the ground shaking beneath you. But if Nancyâs in trouble, you need to get to her as soon as you can. Leg be damned.
Breaking through the treeline, you find her standing at the edge of a clearing. There are fallen trees everywhere. Red lightning illuminates the Wheeler house before you. By some miracle, youâve made it.
âCome on.â Nancy breaks the silence, chin held high. She isnât giving up now, not when youâre all so close.Â
She starts to walk, never looking back, and you look at Steve. He grabs your hand. You take a deep breath. You fucking hope Nancyâs plan works.Â
This is your only chance of going home.
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The Wheeler house is exactly how you remember it, only vines and debris maims its usually pristine appearance. Nancy walks through the door first while Steve shines a flashlight. Particles float everywhere. You try not to think about the fact that youâre inhaling them.
Your foot catches on a stray vine, its tendrils flail angrily at you. Stomping your foot away, you look wearily at Nancy. âLove the decor.â
She rolls her eyes while Robin echoes you. âMight be time to get a maid, Wheeler.â
Ignoring the two of you, Nancy ushers everyone upstairs. While her voice is level, the unease in her body is apparent. She doesnât like seeing her home this way. Sympathetic, you start to follow Nancy, but for a split second you think you hear Dustinâs voice.
Itâs faint, mostly incoherent, and you think youâve finally gone crazy. Thatâs it. Vecna has won, youâve lost the remaining sanity you had left.Â
But then Steve suddenly freezes next to you. His bewilderment tells you that he hears Dustin, too. Thatâs your brother. Youâd know his nasally voice anywhere.
Sharing a look with Steve, you simultaneously begin running around the house, trying to follow the sound of Dustinâs voice. You remember Will telling you how he could hear Joyceâs cries for him while heâd been trapped in the Upside Down. It had been the only way Joyce could communicate with him. What if this is the same?
âStart screaming,â you command Steve, limping over to one of the walls.Â
âIâm sorry?â
âItâs what Will did, he-he screamed for his mom and Joyce was able to hear him.â You press our mouth close to the wall and shout, âDustin!âÂ
He has to hear you. You donât know what youâll do if he doesnât.
Steve wastes no time following along, screaming Dustinâs name at the top of his lungs as well. You know the two of you must look like complete idiots, but youâre desperate.
âDustin! Dustin Henderson you have five seconds to answer me!â You yell, throat burning.
âHello? Answer us!â Steve stands in the center of the kitchen, crouched down as if getting ready to bolt.Â
This is how Nancy, Robin, and Eddie find you. The three of them stare at you and Steve in concern, though none of them want to get any closer. Robin ducks her head down, whispers, âMaybe they really do have rabies.â
âWhat are you guys doing?â Nancy demands, fed up.Â
âHeâs here,â Steve whips his flashlight around, facing them. âHenderson. That little shit, heâs here. Heâs like-heâs in the walls or something. Just listen.â
Dustin, predictably, is quiet the moment Steve tells everyone to listen.Â
You pound on the wall. âOh, now youâre quiet?â Everyone looks at you skeptically and you rub your face tiredly. âLook, I know this all sounds crazy, but I can hear Dustin, alright? Itâs him.â
âDustin!â Steve continues to screech, not helping your whole âwe arenât crazyâ argument.Â
Only Dustinâs voice returns, and thankfully Nancy and everyone else hears it. Together you all search the house, calling your brotherâs name out. Yet now matter how loud you scream, he doesnât respond.
âAlright, either this kid canât hear us or heâs being a total douchebag.â Steve drops his flashlight.
You blow hair out of your face. âNormally heâs a douchebag, but not nearly to this extent.â
Nancy stands next to you. âBut Will found a way to make Joyce listen.â
âWhen Joyce couldnât hear him anymore, she used the Christmas lights.â You look at her. âDo you thinkâŚ?â
Sheâs already running to the nearest lamp in the kitchen. Flicking the switch, nothing happens. You suggest trying a different light, though you know it wonât make a difference. When the lights remain unlit, you slam your palm against the table in frustration.Â
âGuys?â Steve gets your attention. Heâs shining his flashlight at the chandelier that hangs over the Wheelerâs dining table. âYou seeing this?â
Where Steve points his flashlight, a warm, evanescent glow emits from the chandelier. You gasp at its beauty, youâve never seen anything like it. Nancy steps towards the light and slowly puts her hand into the loose waves that flow between the lights. Itâs encased in small orbs that float gently into the air.Â
Nancyâs fingers dance in the light. A path of gold leaves a trail where her fingers have been. The particles in the light surround her hand, pulled in by her presence. Breathless, you reach out as well. The light kisses your hand, and the sensation is soft, almost ticklish.Â
âThis is insane,â you murmur in awe, face illuminated. You never thought youâd encounter beauty in such a place as the Upside Down. But at least Will found the beauty, too. âThis must be how Will did it.â
Robin, Steve, and Eddie copy you and Nancy, putting their hands into the light as well. The five of you twirl your fingers around, causing the light to flicker with every movement.Â
Steveâs pinky reaches for yours. âIt⌠tickles?âÂ
âIt kinda feels good.â Mumbles Robin, making figure 8âs with her finger.Â
Nancy then lowers her hand and asks if anyone knows morse code. She mostly looks at you when you ask, and you bitterly tell her no. Youâd think after everything you and the party have been through, youâd at least learn morse code by now.Â
âWait, does SOS count?âÂ
Eddieâs stupid question makes you hit his chest. âOf course it counts!â
âOw!â He shoves you away from him, straightening his leather jacket. âA âyesâ wouldâve sufficed.â
Nancy shushes the two of you and instructs Eddie to start typing out the code. With a huff, he listens, and soon he begins the pattern for SOS. A soft buzz accompanies every flicker of the light. With each letter combination, you can practically feel Dustin getting closer and closer to you.Â
Itâs almost an indescribable feeling. Somewhere, in another universe, Dustin is standing right where you are. You arenât sure how you know, maybe youâll never be able to find the right words, but your brotherâs presence settles over your own.Â
This must be how Jonathan felt when Joyce was in the Upside Down. He whispered her name so softly when he followed her with the lights. Their love for one another tethered them; now itâs your love for Dustin that tethers him to you.Â
âDustin,â his name comes out whispered, relieved. Heâs okay, you can feel that heâs safe.Â
âY/N?â Dustinâs muffled shouting fills everyone with relief. Steve and Eddie high five, Nancy lets out the breath sheâd been holding, and Robin cheers while you hastily wipe your eyes. The SOS worked. âIs that-is that you?â
âYes!â Steve screams into the chandelier, though you know your brother wonât be able to hear.
Anxious to get to Dustin as fast as you can, you shove your hands into the chandelierâs light and send a long, bright beam of light. More muffled screaming can be heard on the other side, only this time laughter accompanies it.
âHoly shit!â Dustin exclaims in awe. The amazement in his voice makes you miss him even more. Thereâs a murmur of other voices, you can only assume one of them is Lucasâ, before Dustin shouts even louder, âWeâre gonna find you a better light source. Donât move.â
You roll your eyes. âLike we can go anywhere else.â
Dustin leaves again, but heâs back within minutes. Through loud screaming, he tells you to find Hollyâs Lite Brite and go to Nancyâs room. Him and Lucas will meet the rest of you there.Â
The moment Dustin leaves again, Nancy shoves everyone upstairs. âIâll find the light pad, the rest of you go. Now.âÂ
And thatâs how you find yourself restlessly staring at a childâs light up toy on Nancy Wheelerâs bed with Steveâs chest pressed against your back. He leans close to the toy, mumbling under his breath, âCome on, little Henderson.â
The Lite Brite suddenly comes to life. You throw your hands up triumphantly, giddy. âYes!â
âYou guys seeing this?â Dustin asks, to which Nancy responds by putting her hand into the light. Dustin squeals in excitement. This must be a scientific dream for him. âOkay, weâre not moving it, but weâre gonna unplug it. Stand by.â
The light fades away and Dustin prompts someone to spell something. Everyone turns to you. Heâs your brother, you should be the one to make first contact.Â
Carefully, you use your pointer finger to spell out D.U.S.T.
Eddie cocks his head. ââDustâ?â
âHeâll understand.âÂ
When your mom first brought Dustin home from the hospital, heâd been so small. Immediately you fell in love with the small baby, but his size had confused you. Youâd never seen anything so tiny before.Â
âHeâs small,â you informed your father, making a face at the yawning baby before you. âLike dust.â
You were only three, but you can still remember the way your dad had laughed. For years afterwards you never referred to Dustin by his actual name. He was only ever âDustâ to you. Your father joined, the nickname stuck, though your mother came to prefer âDusty.â
It was only after your father left that you stopped calling your brother Dust.Â
âDust!â Dustin laughs excitedly. âIâm Dust! Yes!â He raises his voice louder, he canât believe you remembered the old childhood nickname. âThat worked, guys!â
Everyone cheers, Eddie even throws in his own enthusiastic âhiâ to the Lite Brite. Your face aches from how hard you smile. Turning the toy over to Nancy, you nod at her. âAll yours, Wheeler.â
Her eyebrows knit together as she thinks for a moment. Thereâs so much to tell Dustin and the others, but the Lite Brite is small and too many words to keep track of. âWhat should I write?â
ââHelpâ would be a pretty good place to start.â You suggest to her.Â
Instead, Nancy ends up spelling âstuckâ. Which is pretty fitting, all things considered. Gets the message across well.Â
âYou canât get back through Watergate?â
Steve questions whatever the hell watergate is and Robin has to explain the wordplay. While she does so, pride swells deep within your chest. âDustinâs a little genius that I love so much.â
âIt was pretty clever.â Eddie admits.Â
Nancy tells Dustin that the gate you all came through is guarded. However, never missing a beat, Dustin tells you that he thinks they have a theory that can help. âWe think Watergate isnât the only gate, that thereâs one at every murder site.â
You jerk your head up, eyes widening. It all makes sense now. âWait, I think heâsââ
âDoes anyone have any idea what heâs talking about?â Nancy asks tiredly. Everyone gives her equally tired noâs, but you nod viciously.
âYes! We already know thereâs multiple gates, we just didnât know how, but Dustin mightâve figured it out. Itâs all connected to the murders.â
Nancy looks skeptical. âI donât knowâŚâ Before you can argue with her, she sends a â?â back to Dustin.Â
Who, predictably, doesnât take it well. âSeriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?â
Steve grimaces. âJesus Christ. This kidâs gotta get his ego checked out.âÂ
âItâs his tone, right?â Eddie butts in.
You shove them both. âShut up. Both of you. Dustin can be annoying and frustrating, but heâs right. Heâs always been right. Now if you guys would actually listen, heâll get us out of here.â
Looking pointedly at everyone, you start to explain. âThere was a gate in Loverâs Lake, which we obviously found,â your arms wave behind you. âThe same lake where Patrick died. Now, where else has a dead body been found?â
âEddieâs trailer,â Nancy straightens, understanding where youâre going with this. Looking at Eddie, she asks him how far it is.Â
âSeven miles.âÂ
Your head drops. âWhy couldnât you have lived closer?â
âIâm sorry Iâm⌠poor?â Eddie looks at you incredulously.Â
You flick a dismissive hand at him, but Robin cuts in between you two. âNancy, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shitââ
âItâs what?â Obviously you missed some important details.Â
Robin holds her hand up. âIâll explain later. Anyways, havenât you always had bikes?â
You and Nancy share a look, both thinking the same thing: the bikes would be perfect. That, and theyâre kinda your only option at the moment.Â
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Since youâre in no condition to bike (your thigh has only just stopped bleeding) and thereâs only four bikes anyways, Steve has you wrap your arms around his chest and stand on his pegs. He claims itâs so that you can avoid putting any weight on your leg, but you honestly think he just wants you to hold him. Pressing your body close to his, you look around at the houses you pass.
In a strange, twisted way, itâs exhilarating biking through an Upside Down Hawkins. Everything, and yet nothing, is the same. The houses you pass are frozen in time, empty, ghostly. Robin, Nancy, and Eddie bike alongside you and Steve. The scene is almost reminiscent of the night you biked Will home, wind in your hair and the night sky before you.Â
Everything has changed since then.
Somewhere along the route to Eddieâs, you bike past the Creel house. Your arms tighten instinctively around Steve. A chill runs through you, the house is just as haunting in the Upside Down as it is back in your universe. Your head throbs being so close to it, as if warning you, but Steve is turning into Eddieâs neighborhood before you can think much else of it.Â
âThatâs gotta be a Guinness World Record.â Robin throws her bike down, breathless. âMost miles traveled interdimensionally.â
Steve coughs, swatting at the particles in the air. âJust inhaled a bunch of that crap.â
âIâve been trying not to think about how much of the Upside Down weâve ingested since being here.â
âItâs stuck in my throat, Y/N.â
âAgain, Iâm trying not to think about that.â
Eddie opens his trailer door and, just as Dustin predicted, thereâs a gate. Itâs just like the one in Loverâs lake had been: illuminating red light, vines all around its edges. An open wound.Â
âThis is where Chrissy died.â Eddie stares up at the gate, which resides in the ceiling. He swallows heavily. âLike, right where she died.â
âIâm sorry.â Your hand finds Eddieâs arm. You donât know much about what their relationship had been, but he seems to have cared about the girl a lot.Â
Eddie gives you a tight lipped smile, his eyes shining slightly. As he looks at you, Robin sees something moving in the gate. âI think thereâs something in there.â
Something starts to protrude from it, causing the gate to swell rapidly. The vines almost seem to snarl at the intrusion. An ominous, unsteady croak emits from the gate. The sound sets your nerves on edge and Steve shoves you behind him protectively. Hand on your knives, you raise them, bracing.Â
The gate explodes, spewing liquid and vines everywhere. You all scream, jumping back, as something rips through the membrane-like material. Unable to tell whatâs just happened, you squint up at the ceiling.
Nothing jumps out at you, no bats come to feast on your flesh. Finding Steveâs eye, you silently ask him if you should walk closer. Nodding, he grabs your hand, and together you creep towards the remains of the gate.
When you look up, you find Dustinâs smug, joyous face staring back at you. Only heâs upside down with Max, Lucas, and Erica, all just as in shock as you are.
Youâve never been more relieved to see them in your life. Dropping your hands to your knees, you bend over and finally breathe. âOh, thank God.â
âNo wayâŚâ Steve waves at them, and they wave right back. âHi.â
âDustin!â If your leg wasnât hanging by a thread, youâd be jumping up and down right now. Instead, you opt for waving like a madman at your brother. The entire situation is so fucking bizarre, but you donât even care anymore. âYou did it!â
âI did it!â Dustin giggles. âBada bada boom!â
After some heated discussions and a few arguments, Dustin and the others come up with a way to get the five of you out of the Upside Down. Using Eddieâs bed sheets as a makeshift rope had been the easy part. What caused nearly a fist fight between Max and Dustin had been figuring out a soft landing pad for you guys.Â
âI, uh. Have a mattress?â Eddie finally suggested when he noticed Maxâs fist clenching.Â
She glared at him. âWhy didnât you say anything sooner?â
âWell, I mean. Itâs-uh. Minor details?â
But none of them had time to question Eddieâs sudden shyness regarding his mattress. Dustin got straight to work tying the bed sheets together while Max and Lucas worked on dragging the mattress out of Eddieâs room.Â
However, the moment it landed on the ground, all eyes went to the giant stains on the bed. Cringing in disgust, you eye Eddie.
Seeing your disapproving look, he swallows. âThose stains are, uhâŚâ He tries to come up with an excuse, but eventually he realizes itâs better to just accept defeat. âI donât know what those stains are.â
âWould we want to know even if you knew?â You ask him, already knowing the answer.
â... Probably not.â
Dustin tosses the bed sheet rope up, or rather down, through the gate. âNot quite sure how these physics are gonna work, but here goes nothing.â
Miraculously, it lands perfectly in front of you. Dustin tugs at the rope before letting go of it completely. You gasp. The rope stands on its own, stiff but secure, and Dustin lets out a pleased laugh. âAbracadabra.â
âIâve never understood physics.â You say, pulling at the rope. It doesnât move. âBut even I can admit that this is cool.â
Dustin high fives Erica and Robin steps up first. âGuess Iâm the guinea pig.â
âPlease be careful.â You tell her, already dreading your own ascent. Your shoulder still aches and you were never the best at climbing the rope for gym. You preferred soccer, track, anything that involved leg coordination. Not upper body.Â
Robin slowly climbs up, and when her body hits the disgusting mattress back in your dimension, you let out a breath of relief. âThat was kinda fun,â Robin giggles slightly.
Then Eddie stares at you, Steve, and Nancy. He waits for someone to move, obviously not wanting to be next. But when no one does, he shakes his head. âAlright, I guess Iâll go.â
Steve holds the rope steady and Eddie falls onto his mattress safely. He sits up, exhilarated. âThat was fun.â He echoes Robin.Â
Steve gestures for Nancy to go next. âIâll help Y/N up after youâre done.â
She gives him an uncertain look, eyeing your injuries, and you try to smile at her reassuringly. âGo, Iâll be fine. Promise.â
Knowing itâs as good of an answer sheâll get from you, Nancy takes a deep breath. âSee you on the other side.â
You grab her waist and help hoist her up alongside Steve. Sheâs swift, her strength impresses you. Sheâs almost reached the top before you hear the first chime.Â
Itâs loud, deafening. The chime of a grandfather clock.
Another chime follows, then a third, a fourth. It wracks your skull with its force.Â
You turn, gasping, expecting to find the grandfather clock that Max had seen in her vision. Only youâre met with darkness. You canât see anything, you canât find a way out. You canât feel Steve next to you, your hands try to find his in the dark, but all theyâre met with is air.Â
âWhatââ Panic chokes you. None of this is right, you donât know where you are, you donât know whatâs happening and you canât feel Steve andâ
The sensation of sunlight kissing your face stops you.Â
Your eyes open. Youâre no longer in Eddieâs trailer.Â
Youâre outside, thereâs sunshine all around you. In front of you is a field of dandelions, their sweet yellow reflects the gold of the sun above. The grass beneath your feet is soft, lush and green. A bee flies past your head and someone calls your name.
Youâve been here before. In the distance resides a small house on a hill. The blue door and white frames of your childhood home welcomes you. Youâre back in Virginia. Someone calls your name again.
The voice is familiar.Â
Itâs your father, calling you home.Â
The realization knocks all the air out of your lungs. None of this is real. You know it isnât real, but to hear your fatherâs voice, so sweet and saccharine again, it makes you weak. But it isnât real. Your legs begin to move, youâre running before you can think of anything else.Â
This is a vision. The scent of oak trees and strawberries isnât real. The wheat that skims your thighs as you run doesnât exist. âThis is a vision,â you try to talk to yourself, your fingers dig into your pockets for your walkman.Â
You know youâre supposed to always have it on you, thatâs what Dustin told you, but thereâs nothing there. Panic swells within your chest once more. âNo, pleaseââ
Distracted as you look for your walkman, you donât see the body in front of you.
Colliding into your father, he steadies you. âWoah, there.â
His calloused hands are rough and familiar. Heâs laughing, his voice is the same gruff voice that used to sing you to sleep. Your father looks down at you and your entire body freezes when your eyes meet his.Â
You havenât seen him ever since you were twelve. He looks the same as the day he left. His smile is the same, the crooked teeth charming. Your fatherâs nose still points up ever so slightly. The only indication that heâs aged are the wrinkles that line his face, years of sunlight etching them.Â
But itâs his eyes that hurt you the most. Theyâre still kind.Â
âWhat are ya runninâ from, ladybug?â Your father asks you, his southern drawl liquid honey to your ears.Â
Tears build within you hearing the childhood nickname. You were his ladybug for as long as you could remember. When he used to call, heâd whisper the name over the phone as an apology for everything heâd done to you.Â
Because you canât help it, because youâll never be able to do this again, you hug your father. He lets out a soft chuckle at the impact, his arms hold you as theyâve always done. Your face buries itself into his rough t-shirt.
Youâre a little girl who needs her daddy right now.Â
âI.. I missed you, daddy.â Voice breaking, you begin to cry.Â
Your fatherâs palm rests against your hand. He hums, soothing the ache in your bones. âYou know you can never outrun it.â
The words unsettle you, thereâs something about them that causes you to pull away. âOutrun whatâ?â âThe guilt, ladybug. It will always find you.â Your fatherâs smile twists into a sickening grimace. The muscles in his face conjoin, his eyes darken as his voice becomes gravel. Deeper. Until it isnât your fatherâs voice anymore, but someone else's. âIÂ will always find you.â
Too late do you realize that itâs Vecna who now has you. You start to scream, thrashing in your fatherâs arms to escape, but he only grips you harder. Heâs laughing, but itâs no longer your fatherâs laughter.Â
Suddenly youâre thrown into the lake behind you. You fall, screaming, as you descend deep into a pitch black void. Your arms reach out, you try to find anything to grab onto, but thereâs nothing. Itâs just endless emptiness.Â
You land harshly on your back, all the air gone. You gasp, choke on whatever air remains in your body. The impact leaves you coughing, clawing at the ground beneath you to breathe. Soil scrapes under your nails, your palm gets cut on a root.
Youâre in the woods.Â
Scrambling to sit up, you realize youâre in the same part of the woods that Will went missing in. Fear cuts through your veins. Why would Vecna take you here?
âWill?â Youâre on your feet now, cupping your hands over your mouth as you shout his name. Does Vecna have him? Have you lost him again? âWill!â
âHe needed you that night.â Vecnaâs voice taunts you, the sound like rocks grinding together. âWhere were you?â
Youâre running now. Branches cut your face as you break through them. You have to find Will. You canât lose him again. You canât do that to Jonathan, to Joyce and El and Dustin and Mike and everyone else. Youâre the one who lost Will that night.
He had needed you. Isnât that what Vecna said?
âNancy!â Sobbing, you call for someone, anyone. But no one answers. Your vision blurs with tears, thereâs someone running behind you. Chasing you. Terrified, you scream for the person you need the most. âSteve!â
Saying his name must trigger something, because suddenly the scene changes. Youâre no longer in the woods. Youâre on the ledge of someoneâs roof, overlooking a window sill. A large, bay window that youâve spent countless slow mornings residing on.Â
Steveâs house.Â
Heâs standing in front of his bed, facing the window, facing you, but he doesnât look at you. Not how he always does; his gaze lacks warmth.Â
âSteve!â You pound on the glass, you try desperately to get him to acknowledge you, but he doesnât. His eyes are on Nancy, who sits on the bed before him. He leans down, brushes her hair out of her face, before bridging the distance between them.
You watch as Steve kisses Nancy. He cups her chin the way he cups yours. Bile rises in your throat; you canât turn away. Their kisses become heated, Steve is tugging at Nancyâs hair and her clothes. She tugs at him as well, he helps her remove his shirt.
Nancyâs lips trace the expanse of Steveâs neck and his eyes, once closed in bliss, now open. He looks right at you.Â
âDid you really think Iâd forget her, Y/N?â His voice digs into your ears. Nancy nips at his neck and he moans. He throws his head back, looks at you again. âI canât. At least, not as easily as your dad forgot you.â
You stumble back, crying so hard you can barely breathe. Steve laughs seeing your heartbroken reaction. Itâs cruel and awful. Heâs cold. Youâve never known his voice to hold so much malice. Not towards you. Not towards anyone.Â
Heâs wrong. Steve doesnât love Nancy, not anymore. Vecna is the one saying this, you know it isnât Steve. He would never say any of this to you, he could never be so cruel to you. He loves you. You know he does.Â
âN-no! This isnât-this isnât realââ
But the hatred in Steveâs eyes causes your foot to catch on the edge of the roof. You donât have time to catch yourself; your body is weightless again, only this time itâs a much shorter fall. You land on concrete. Ripping your eyes open, there are domed walls around you.Â
Nancy stands above you.Â
Hyperventilating, you crawl away from her. Youâre in Steveâs pool, only itâs empty, infested with vines, and your fingers stain the ground with blood. Everything in your body is screaming at you to run.
âY/Nââ Nancy tries to stop you, but you scream at her, kicking. She only barely avoids your fury. Holding her hands up, she lowers her voice, softens it. Sheâs crying, her terror the same as yours. âY/N, itâs me, okay?â
Your body trembles with exhaustion. You close your eyes, tired of fighting. âPlease be real.â
âIâm real.â Nancy swears to you, carefully reaching for you. When you allow her touch, she helps you stand up.Â
The memory of her having sex with Steve is burned into your mind. You canât look Nancy in the eye. She breathes heavily next to, looking around for a way out, when she sees something. A strangled cry leaves Nancyâs lips.
Barbara Hollandâs corpse sits on the other side of the pool.
You cover your mouth with a gasp, choking slightly at the sight. Nancy cries out in pain, in grief, seeing her best friendâs body dismembered by vines. You stumble towards Nancy and hold her as she sobs.Â
âDo you remember what you did, Nancy? Or have you already forgotten?â Vecnaâs voice shakes the pool. âDonât worry, I showed Y/N. When I kill someone⌠I never forget.â
A sob collapses in your chest. Barbâs death hadnât been Nancyâs fault. Yet to place her in the same pool Barb was killed in, to show Nancy her corpse, is unrelenting cruelty.Â
All around you, blood pours from the vents of the pool. It comes out quick, thick, at a dizzying speed. Nancy tugs at your hand and practically throws you up the ladder to escape. But when you reach the top, youâre met with a red hell.
Itâs exactly how Max drew it.
Fragments of stairs, jagged pieces of wood, a grandfather clock, they all drift through the air painted with blood-red. Somewhere thereâs screaming, the sound only drowned out by lightning. A clock ticks over and over again. Its metronome is maddening.
Nancy holds your hand and neither one of you lets go. Having nowhere else to go, youâre forced to walk down the stairs you arrived at. The clock chimes again and your heart stops.
âI see youâve been looking for me, Nancy. And Y/NâŚâ Vecna pauses, preying on you. âIâve been watching you for quite some time.â
Everything stops.
âAll the guilt, all the pain.âÂ
It comes to you in flashes.Â
How Will used to smile at you, before his childhood was taken from him. Maxâs blue eyes, shining with youth and happiness, before grief killed her. Billy, how he would be kind to your mother at the pool. Hopper, the way youâd bicker with him just to get him to smile.
Itâs all gone because of you; you canât remember how to breathe.Â
Vecna feeds on your fear. âHow fragile youâve become⌠like a dandelion.âÂ
The wording, itâs too specific to not mean anything. Dandelions were once one of your favorite flowers. Before a nightmare from last summer changed everything. The dandelions had filled your mouth with razors and choked you. Someone called your name in the distance, theyâd been too late to save you.
The dream had felt so real. Youâd woken up with tears in your eyes.
And now you know it had been Vecna all along. Even back then. Heâs been watching you for far longer than you realized. The realization chokes you, the fear overwhelms you. Heâs been here all along.
Nancy yanks at your arm, you can barely hear her over the roaring in your head. âY/N, listen to my voice.âÂ
Sheâs shaking you, trying to bring you back to her, but youâre lost. Hyperventilating, you struggle to catch your breath. You feel too vulnerable. Raw. Exposed. There are corpses strung up by vines in front of you. Fredâs broken jaw. Chrissyâs snapped neck. Patrickâs empty eye sockets.Â
The same will happen to you.Â
Youâve spent so long trying to be strong, trying to keep everyone safe. Youâve devoted your entire life to protecting others, helping them. But Vecna has been watching you for almost an entire year, maybe even longer, and you hadnât noticed.
Itâs why heâs targeted Max. He watched you take care of everyone you loved. Vecna watched you raise the girl. He knew itâd hurt you the most to lose her. It hadnât been a coincidence. Itâs all your fault. Itâs always your fault. Will went missing because of you. Billy died because you hadnât said anything. Max will die because you hadnât seen the signs sooner.Â
Nancyâs screams fall deaf on your ears. She shakes you, begs you to come back, but why should you?
This is all your fault.Â
Itâs always your fault.Â
Itâs always your fault. Itâs always your fault. Itâs always your fault. Itâs alwaysâ
You feel your body lift.Â
Everything fades to black.
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could you do Matt x reader smut where reader wears something showy to her friends birthday party and Matt gets like turned on and you can take over the rest!
â crush, m. sturniolo
matt x fem!reader
summary: matt has had a crush on you for the longest, and youâve had strong feelings toward him too. after a summer fling with him, things turn awkward, and you both have a feeling of relief thinking that youâll never see each other again⌠until your best friends birthday party.
disclaimers!: flirting, heavy making out, thigh riding, alcohol consumption, cursing, and use of y/n
a/n: guys question, is it technically âaftercareâ if u donât fuck??? like if you just js did oral shi or something idk đŁ anywho enjoy babes
i slowly creep into the dark entry way, removing my jacket as quietly as possible. i feel a hand tap my shoulder and i grip the fingers, trying to recognize who it could be.
ây/n?â a voice whispers. it was nick.
i reach in and hug him, squeezing tightly. i can feel him smiling against me. âhey, how are you?â i whisper back.
âgood, you?â he replies, holding my hand and leading me through the dark hallway. âeh, so-so. is she here yet?â
a few friends and i were throwing a surprise party for my best friend, mia, sheâs turning 21.
âsheâll be here in a few, but come on, everyoneâs in here.â
i enter the dining room, seeing a crowd of some familiar and unfamiliar faces, candles lit in front of them.
i scan the group, looking at everyone, when my eyes come to an abrupt stop. there he was, matthew.
his blue eyes glistened behind the candlelight, and he stared right through it, straight at me. fuck.
i tap nick as he swivels around, handing me a candle.
âwhat the hell is he doing here?â i question. nick looks over at matt, then back at me. âum, he knows mia?â
i roll my eyes. nicks face changes and he raises an eyebrow. âhave you two still not talked since the summertime?â i shuffle in place, looking at the floor.
ânoâŚâ
nick groans. âjesus. justâsort things out tonight, okay? you two can not ruin this night for mia. got it?â he says.
i nod, and glance over at matt, who was still staring.
chris sprints into the dining room, and catching his breath before speaking. âguys, theyâre here!â
we all become quiet as the front door creaks open. i look up at nick whoâs looking at me, trying not to smile.
mia slowly enters the dining room, a white blindfold tied gently over her freshly curled hair. she begins to untie it, and nick looks at everyone, holding up three fingers.
â3âŚâ
â2âŚâ
â1âŚâ
âSURPRISE!â we all shout, seeing miaâs face. she immediately smiles, and holds her hands to her face.
âyou guys!â she beams.
everyone rushes over, hugging her uncontrollably. i step back into the hallway, freeing myself from the crowd.
i sigh, looking over and seeing matt. he gives me a small smile, and i look the other way, turning toward the stairs.
it had been about 2 hours since we surprised mia, and now the entire house was packed. the small gathering had turned into a big party.
i had stayed holed up in miaâs room, drinking, as friends came and went, bringing me more and more.
now, i wasnât drunk. they only brought me cans of sprite with a little bit of vodka in it. thats it.
and ive only had like 3 or 4 of them.
but i knew after a while id have to pee, and eventually leave miaâs room, placing myself back into the craziness that was downstairs.
i patt my hands dry on my favorite cardigan, shutting the bathroom door behind me. stepping down the steps into the chaos, i pass by multiple people making out on the steps.
i see mia at the bottom of the steps, and it gives me a sense of direction. she sees me and smiles immediately, running into my arms. ây/n!â she beams. i grin back.
âgod, i feel like i havenât seen you all night!â she grabs my forearm, dragging me into the living room. we stumble across a couple making out on the couch.
âcan we sit here?â mia questions, with a smile.
they move over, and continue. âmia, im not sitting next to a horny ass couple.â i groan. she pulls me down next to her, and displays her legs across mine. âsoooooâŚâ
i raise an eyebrow. âso, what?â she giggles, biting her bottom lip. âdid you see him?â i cross my arms.
âyou invited him? godâmia!â i scoff.
she laughs. ây/n, you two need to sort things out. tonight. okay? i canât have two of my closest friends not being able to stay in the same room as one another.â
âyou sound like nick.â i reply. she smirks. âwell, yeah. it was our plan all along.â i playfully push her away with a little smile.
âlook, please just talk to him.â she says, giving me a look.
i sit in silence fidgeting with my fingers. she places a hand on my fingers, and i look up at her. âokay.â
she claps enthusiastically, standing. âyay, y/n!â
i laugh. âim gonna go find myself another drink. want anything?â i shake my head. she blows me a kiss, and walks off, her dress swaying gracefully with each step.
i sigh, standing up. i look over at the couple next to me.
âyou guys canâyâknowâdo your thing.â i gesture to the sofa. they give me a thumbs up, and immediately lay down, continuing. gross.
i make my way outside, onto the front porch.
i sit, flinching at the cold pavement against the back of my thighs. my skirt was very short, and i didnât have any tights.
the door opens and shuts behind me, and i turn around to meet a very familiar face. âmatthew.â i say. ây/n.â
he walks past me, and unlocks his car. i watch him stop, and turn around. âwannaâcome with?â i give him a confused expression.
âwe need more ice. im just gonna run to a gas station.â
i shrug, and stand, walking over to his car. matt opens the door for me, and i give him a small smile, stepping in.
after waiting in the car for a while, matt finally exits the gas station, carrying the last bag of ice. about time.
he gets in the car, wiping his now wet hands against his jeans. âtook you long enough.â i tease. matt chuckles.
âi know, usually doesnât take me that long to get my hands this wet.â he smirks. i shake my head, looking out the window, attempting to hold my laugh in.
âletâs just go.â
the drive back was silent. (minus the ice tumbling around in the backseat.) we caught almost every red light, and matt and i would just shift in our seats, trying not to make eye contact with one another.
as we pull in the driveway. i unbuckle my seatbelt, trying to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.
âso, we arenât gonna talk about it? at all?â
i knew it.
i turn around, and sigh. âfine. letâs talk, matt.â i say with a long stare. he clenches his jaw, and rests his hands on the steering wheel.
âwe had sex. big deal.â i throw my hands up in the air dramatically. matt scoffs and looks at me, almost as if he was about to cry. âit was a big deal to me.â he stares.
i purse my lips together. âwell, it doesnât seem like it, seeing as you lack common communication skills.â
âi wanted to text you, or call youâjust hear your voice at all after that night, but i was too afraid.â matt looks out the window beside him, and gently taps the steering wheel with his fingertips.
my face softens, and i slowly reach out to the place a hand on his. but before i even reach him, i pull away.
âwhy were you afraid, matt?â i question. i was genuinely curious to hear his answer, too. matt had gone full no contact with me after that night, all because he was afraid? it just didnât make sense.
âbecause i like you.â
my eyes widened as the words left his mouth. i didnât know what to sayâhow to even respond. it was insanity.
did i like matt? i mean, i guess.
noâsureâyes.
yes, i do like matt. i just get my feelings mixed up and lost in my mind. i mean, could we really work?
ây-you do?â i stutter out. matt turns around, and im left to drown in his eyes. he softly nods, and i form a smile.
i look down at my hands and begin to fidget with my rings, swallowing before i speak. âi like you too.â
i look up to see a smiling matt, and i grin back.
i sigh, looking out the window. âlook at us, using the word âlikeâ to describe our feelings. whatâre we, five?â i laugh, making him chuckle.
i turn back toward him, and matt immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i lean in, him caressing my cheeks.
matt swings an arm around my waist, fully pulling me onto his lap. i smile against his lips, reaching down and unbuckling his seatbelt beneath me.
matt bucks his hips up at the feeling of my fingers on him. i feel his bulge rub against my bare thigh, and he pulls away.
âs-sorry. is that weird?â
i shake my head. ânot at all. it just shows that you really do like me.â i say with a smile, placing a hand on his jaw, and pulling him into me again.
matt takes off my cardigan, tossing it in the passengers seat. he places his hands on the seam of my miniskirt, and stops, pulling away. âcan i?â
pushing my lips back onto his, i mumble âyesâ, and matt pulls away again. i sigh irritably, and he gives me a look.
âuse your words if you want this.â
i bite my bottom lip, mattâs eyes on them. i bite the inside of my cheek, and look out the window. matt places a soft hand on my jaw, turning me to look at him.
âhey, if you donât want to do this, we can just head back inside. iâll just be glad that weâre good again.â he smiles.
i nod, and he raises an eyebrow. âi want to do this.â
mattâs smile turns into a smirk, and he pulls my skirt up to my waist, places both hands on my ass. i smash my lips back onto his, smiling against him.
matt tightens the grip on my hips, leading them. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed bulge. matt pulls away, breathing heavily against the side of my face.
i continue, matt now kissing down my neck, struggling to contain himself. heâs practically digging his fingers into my skin, guiding my hips.
i pierce my lip with my teeth, trying to stop the moans that threatened to escape my mouth. âmattâŚâ
âalmostâŚâ he pushes himself against me, making the sensation even more intense. my panties are probably a leaking mess on him as my eyes begin to water from the stimulation.
matt slows to a stop, and he catches his breath. i breathe heavily into his neck, my mascara smudging on his skin.
he pulls me off of him to take a look at my face.
âare you okay? was it too much?â he questions, genuine worry taking over his expression. i wipe the smudged mascara off of my face, smiling at him. âiâm okay, matt.â
he pulls me in, hugging me tightly. âiâm so glad weâre good now. iâve missed you so much, y/n.â i grin widely.
i pull away, sniffling. we just stare at eachother, and i look down, my skirt still at my waist. âwe should probably fix ourselves before we go back inside.â i say through a breathy chuckle.
âyeah.â matt replies. i climb off of his lap, pulling down my skirt in the passenger seat. matt looks down at his jeans, a wet spot on his crotch. i stifle my laughter, matt turning to look at me.
âi canât go inside like this.â he says through a laugh.
âat least theyâre dark wash denim.â i shrug, still laughing. he scoffs, and attempts to wipe it off.
âmatt, itâs not going anywhere. itâll be fine, itâs pretty dark inside anyway.â i reassure. he looks up at me, a small smile on his lips.
we climb out of the car, matt grabbing the slightly melted ice. âprobably couldâve chosen a better time to do that.â he jokes.
we enter the foyer of the house, mia meeting us at the door. âsoooo, are you two good now?â she asks eagerly.
i look at matt, and he gives me a smile.
âyeah, weâre good.â
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Nick Sturniolo x OC smut

Summary: Nick tried to take a picture of a hot stranger in the grocery store, but when his flash went off, Ethan, the hot man in question, used Nickâs clumsiness for his own advantage
Contains: Anal sex, bottom!nick, top!oc, oral sex, spanking (very minor, not explicit), unsafe sex, barebacking, unconsensual photo taking, fingering, rimming, hair pulling, light dom/sub, dirty talk, slight crying during sex, overstimulation
Word count: 5,078 words
Disclaimers: minors dni. will contain grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. this is FICTION, always use protection during sex, never take a pic of a stranger without their consent.
a/n: this was partly made bc i cant get over the idea of larray tara and nick as a trio like IM GNA LOSE IT. the tiktok talked about was (https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSF8YxXn6/) its so funny i need to include it.
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Nick laughs, reading Larrayâs last message about a tiktok he found of a guy pretending to be called gay in middle school and his friend defending him, both of them relating to that video strongly.
He tries to reign in his grin, as heâs on a supermarket trying to buy groceries, and laughing to yourself is just plain weird, so he forces himself to press his lips together as Larray and Tara sent jokes that make his belly hurt. He briefly takes his eyes off the string of messages, hearing a loud cough, and clocks grey sweatpants on strong thighs. Heâs interested, immediately, checking out the rest of the tall boy who is standing next to him by the snack aisle, holding onto his cart. A black short sleeved compression shirt defining his strong chest and bicep, complimenting bouncy and slightly curly brown hair, a face adorning deep brown eyes that could pass for both handsome or pretty, and veiny hands that make Nickâs mind wander. He texts the group.
jacob elordi brainrot
Nick:Â hottest. guy. ever. in the grocery store
Larray:Â ???? not possible, Iâm at homeÂ
Tara:Â ew
Larray:Â rude
Tara:Â anyways
Tara: PHOTO
Larray:Â how hot?
Nick:Â grey sweats and compression shirt hot
Larray:Â PHOTO
Tara:Â PHOTO
Nick:Â I canât take a pic guys thatâs creepy
Larray: PHOTO
Tara:Â PHOTO
Nick:Â No
Tara: come oooonnnn PHOTO
Nick: ugh fine
It didnât take much for them to convince Nick because he knows he actually really wants to take a picture of the hottie to his right, for scientific purposes of course. Nick makes sure his phone is on silent before he angles it, tipping it back a little as he hopes he captures most of the guy. He tries to look at others on the store, rather than focus on what heâs doing, thumb moving around where he thinks the snapshot button is until â flash â the bright white light of his camera lights up the entire back case of his phone.Â
Nick feels his heart catch in the back of his throat, and heâs slow in moving his hand, the immediate humiliation making him freeze. He canât help but look at the stranger, and he sees how he takes in Nickâs obvious creeper shot, Nick feeling the anxiety coarse through him at lightning speed.
Heâs fearful as the stranger frowns, stepping over to him, and Nick slightly backs up immediately.
âIâm - â
âDid you just take a photo of me?â the stranger asks, and Nick thinks his face may melt, the shame of his actions making him lie, shaking his head silently.
âYou didnât?â the stranger asks, even more handsome, prettier, up close, but heâs clearly unimpressed by Nickâs rudeness, and Nick is panicking, brain drawing blanks.
âIâŚâ Nick gapes, looking for the words, âIâm sorry.â
âWhy?â the stranger demands forcefully, grabbing Nickâs phone, Nick gasping at that, but too embarrassed to fight it. The boy doesnât look through Nickâs phone, just holds it and stares at Nick accusingly, Nick having to shrug, truly embarrassed and he feels pairs of eyes on his back judging him.Â
âCome with me,â the stranger demands, still holding Nickâs phone, making his way to ut of the store, both of their carts abandoned. Nick doesnât have much of a choice if he values his phone, and he follows, ashamed.
âI am sorry,â he pants, keeping up with the other boyâs pace, âcan I have it back?â
The stranger slows down slightly, starting to look through the phone. Nick realises with horror that his phone isnât locked, as he kept the camera open, and he reaches to grab his phone back, but the stranger is tall, holding it higher as he clicks on the incoming messages.
Larray: PHOTO!!! Whatâs with the silence girl? You better be sucking his dick!
Tara:Â PHOTO
The stranger scrolls up, Nick groaning in embarrassment, watching him read Nickâs earlier messages about how hot he is.
âSeriously creepy,â he shakes his head, deep voice just making it even worse as Nick cringes, âyouâre perving on me in the store and taking my photo without my consent?â
âIâm genuinely sorry,â Nick said, his voice tinged with guilt, âIâll delete it immediately and leave.â
The boy is doing something on his phone and Nick attempts to grab it back, but still, heâs too slow, still not tall enough.
âAh ah,â the stranger tuts, âdonât worry. I was just sending your friends the creepy photo.â Nick starts to feel a little sick with anxiety, just wanting this to be over. He is never, ever listening to both his friends again. Heâs frustrated and desperate, and in a fit of anger, he flounces off, âkeep the fucking phone,â he rages, regretting it instantly, but he has no choice but to continue walking, leaving his very badly needed phone in the hands of another man. You idiot, youâre a public figure, what if he does something to your socials, he screams internally
âHey!â Nick hears, âcome back here.â He stops, and looks at the stranger with anxiety, his face hot from the embarrassment as he awkwardly walks back. Nick is confident that now his phone will be given back to him and he is secretly relieved, knowing he canât afford to walk away and leave his public image in the hands of a stranger. He isnât sure how heâd explain that to his brothers.
âYou could make it up to me,â the boy suggests, and Nick looks at him properly, the smirk on his mouth and the way his eyes move, seemingly resting on Nickâs crotch.
âW â what?â Nick stammers, blushing, and the guy shrugs.
âYou think Iâm hot,â he states, âI think youâre hot, too.â
Nick chuckles nervously, unsure, a little scared this is some bizarre prank, but the boy is so sincere, nothing about him suggesting this is a joke. Nick has seen the look he has in his eyes in many boys and men, who Nick has flirted with and fucked before, but this is the first time Nickâs ever felt so drawn to another.
âI live near here,â the boy gestures, âI can think of a few things you can do for me to make up for your lack of manners.â
Nick wants to tell him to fuck off, wipe the slightly arrogant smirk off his face, but the confident way the guy stands, waiting on Nickâs response, his certainty, is making Nickâs dick twitch in interest, in want.
âWhatever,â the man smiles, casually slipping the phone back into Nickâs pocket before shrugging again, sauntering off, leaving Nick stood in the middle of the parking lot, torn between walking away â and he knows, he knows, kicking himself for it â or running after this guy desperately, letting him know how badly he wants him to make good on his promises.
Heâs about to disappear when Nick makes a snap decision and runs after him, panting as he catches up, the boy turning to look at him from his car as he hears footsteps, bursting out in a laughter, his grin taking up his entire face. Nick readjusts his sweater.
âIâm horny, donât â donât get cocky,â he mutters, but the other boy doesnât say a word, just makes Nick feel dizzy with a long look as he opens the passenger seat of his car and motion for Nick to get inside.Â
âNick, right?â he asks, as he hops in and shut the door of the drivers seat, and Nick nods, assuming he saw his name on the messages, âIâm Ethan.â
Nick was going to respond but his eyes catches the way Ethanâs seatbelt tightens on his pecs and Nick almost drooled. His eyes traveled upward to see this adonis-like man smirking and Nick swiftly turned his head towards the road. The drive to the apartment was short and thankfully not awkward due to the music playing, but Nick was still sweating even with the air conditioner on because oh my god heâs so fucking hot, is that his huge dick print on his sweatpants? Fuck, his veins are so visible why are his fingers so LONG? that shit can reach my tonsi-
His thoughts were interrupted by the car finally parked at the other manâs house. Both of them walked towards the door with haste and no words exchanged, eyes focused on going inside.
Ethan unlocked the door and let Nick in, the latter unable to get a word out before Ethanâs mouth flew towards his, and heâs harsh and fast and demanding, so Nick matches it, kissing Ethan like he needs it, and maybe he does. Ethan is shoving him into what Nick assumes is his bedroom, pulling off Nickâs sweater, as Nick yanks that heavenly tight shirt, until they meet Ethanâs bed and Ethan throws him down on it. He watches, heart racing, as Ethan pulls down his jeans, pulling at them forcefully, yanking them off as Nick helps him, pulling him back down for a kiss. Nickâs never known someone kiss this way; unyielding and demanding as he grabs Nickâs head and devours him, Nick pulling back at Ethanâs tangled hair, until Ethan grabs him wrists and pins them down.
Nick canât help but moan, his dick hard in his briefs, because Ethan is pressing all his buttons right now. He hates the self-satisfied grin on Ethanâs smug, pretty face, but thereâs no denying Nick loves it rough, which Ethan clearly does too.
âLike that, sweetheart?â Ethan asks, tongue running over his bottom lip, Nick watching itâs every moment, groaning in response, Ethanâs large hands still wrapped around delicate wrists, still pinning Nick down. Nick is fully hard and needy now, Ethan letting go of his wrists to grip each side of his face and bruise him with a kiss, Nick making the most of his new found freedom by gripping Ethanâs shoulders, nails digging in.
Heâs a mess already, the curly haired man moving harsh kisses to his neck and chest as he moves down, the kisses becoming wetter, sloppier, Nick whimpering as Ethan ghosts over his clothed dick, mouthing at him teasingly.
âPlease,â Nick whispers, but Ethan either doesnât hear or ignores it, pressing feather light kisses across him, Nick beginning to peel his briefs off only to have his hands batted away.
âDo that again and Iâll tie you up,â Ethan warns, and Nickâs cock jumps at the tone in his voice, obeying, hands grabbing fistfuls of Ethanâs duvet instead to stop them from straying. Ethan stops, pushing Nick encouraging so his head is propped up, and he has little choice except to look at Ethan as he mercifully begins to strip him off his briefs. Nickâs toes curl as theyâre discarded and Ethan is back between his legs, Nick waiting for the inevitable lick, looking down at Ethan as heâs forced to wait.
âWhat?â he asks, knowing his face is pink and heâs far gone, Ethan looking at him with playful eyes as he spreads Nickâs legs even further apart, leaning down, finally, Nick thinks, to touch his dick, but Ethan presses wet kisses and soft bites to the inside of Nickâs right thigh, moving up as he gets closer to Nickâs dick, nudging his balls with his nose and Nick is going to pass out from the feel of Ethanâs skin right there, from feeling his tongue and his little huffs of breath, whimpering embarrassingly loud as Ethan finally licks a long stripe up his dick to the tip, suckling the pre-cum collected there before he stops.
âEthan,â Nick begs, and Ethan does the same to his left, Nick sure heâs intent on leaving bite marks on his fleshy thighs where thereâs plenty for Ethan to sink his teeth into, Nick wondering if itâs possible to come from this. Heâs obeying Ethanâs no touching rule, for now, and it is torture, before Ethan repeats this special form of hell â licking from Nickâs balls up to the tip of his cock, in one long, slow lick â flicking his tongue over the head, and pulling away. âThis â I canât do this,â Nick moans, âplease just, give meâŚâ
Ethan shakes his head, and Nick falls quiet, until he feels the blessed tight heat of Ethanâs mouth around his cock, Ethan sucking his dick perfectly, swirling his tongue around the head as he comes up, Nick crying out, trying his best to hold off, to wait.
âEthan, Iâm â I - â he whines, Ethan stopping, quick and elegant as he leans up and kisses Nickâs mouth, âwhatâs wrong, baby?â
âLet me,â Nick gasps, trying to push Ethan down, âI want to do it to you.â
He does, too, because Ethanâs sweatpants are still on and he needs them off, wants to see Ethanâs dick and taste it in his mouth. Nick loves sucking cock, loves the feel of it in his mouth and the taste of come, and heâs good at it, wants to make Ethan whimper in the way Ethanâs made him shake.
âYeah? You like sucking dick?â Ethan asks, unyielding, sadly, still looming over Nick and Nick gives up on trying to change their positions, not exactly hating this one, Ethan grabbing his bitten thighs as he attacks Nickâs mouth and neck with his soft lips.
âYeah,â Nick grins, âof course.â
âWhy should I let you suck me off?â Ethan asks, letting Nickâs thighs drop as he keeps Nick pinned down, kissing parts of Nickâs face that Nick doesnât think anyone has ever kissed, always coming back to his mouth, his neck, moving to his collarbone, shoulder, biting. Nick is going to look like heâs been in a fight. Matt and Chris will have a field day when he finally turns up at home.
âUm, because â Iâm great?â Nick asks, frowning, wondering what kind of weirdo turns down a blowjob, and Ethan stops so he can look at Nick, Nick continuing to be bowled over by the way Ethanâs eyes seem to burn into his skin.
âWhat makes you so great, pretty boy?â Ethan rasps, and Nick brings his nails down Ethanâs back.
âI look good with a cock in my mouth,â Nick teases, âand, after all, you did say I need to make it up to you.â
âYou need to, donât you?â Ethan grins, then moving so that he straddles Nickâs waist, Nick helping him pull down his sweats, Ethan standing briefly to get the fabric off his feet and boxers off before heâs shuffling up, Nick still propped up nicely by the large pillows. Nick attempts to not given Ethan the satisfaction of his astonishment at how large Ethanâs dick is, but he fails.             Â
âStill feeling confident, baby?â Ethan asks, hand wrapping around his cock as he plays with himself, jerking off, and Nick canât help but lick his lips in anticipation, nodding, while heâs nervous heâs excited, knowing Ethanâs dick is going to fill him up properly, that heâll feel the thick head knock at the back of his throat and makes his eyes water. Heâs hungry for it. Ethan moves closer, knees over Nickâs shoulder as his big hand plants against the wall and his other hand hangs onto his headboard. Nick opens his mouth, ready for it, desperate for it, but heâs patient, waiting for Ethanâs say so, and Ethan makes slow, deliberate movements, wiping the leaking tip of his cock on Nickâs mouth and his cupidâs bow.
âGood boy for waiting,â Ethan praises, and Nickâs dick jumps, âyou can suck it now, baby.â
Nick takes as much as he can, which is over half, but not all of it, and sucks in a hollow motion, moving back up before he forces himself to take every inch, down to Ethanâs balls, and pulls back, spluttering.
âHey,â Ethan says, taking Nick by the chin, âtake it easy, baby, donât choke.â
âMâsorry,â Nick whispers, embarrassed, wanting to be good, to hear Ethanâs praises once more, and heâs easier with it this time, taking Ethan into his mouth and sucking him properly, rather than racing to get the entire dick inside him, and he can enjoy this, sucking Ethan at a nice, fast pace, but not too fast, getting off to the weight of Ethanâs dick and the smell of him, Ethan silent but present, running his thumbs over Nickâs cheekbones as Nick sucks his dick, happy and contented.
He mewls in protest when Ethan grabs his hair and pulls him off, trying to follow Ethanâs dick, not ready to stop, but Ethan isnât interested, easily flipping Nick over so heâs face down on the bed. Nick waits as the pillows are wrenched from him, Ethan lifting him like a ragdoll as he puts them under Nickâs hips, Nickâs ass higher than before. Nickâs feels like heâs on fire, his skin aflame, pale but also pink with the heat, and he braces himself for Ethanâs fingers, surprised when Ethan covers him with his own body, kissing his neck.
âYouâre so hot,â Ethan growls, mouth on Nickâs jaw, and Nick is sure Ethan is trying to actually eat him, âas soon as I saw you get on that aisle, the first thing I thought was, I want to fuck that boy,â Ethan smiles, Nick moaning as Ethan continues licking him, âsaw your ass and thought, I bet he loves riding dick.â
Nick all but whimpers, pushing back, needy, and Ethan shows compassion, bringing his hand past Nickâs waist to curve over Nickâs ass, gripping at his hip.
âDo you? Love riding cock?â Ethan pants.
âYeah,â Nick says, pushing his ass back to feel Ethanâs dick against it, âwant me to ride you?â
âPatience, baby,â Ethan demands, pulling Nick over to kiss him, Nick moving with Ethan, not expecting the disappointed moan when Ethan leaves him, moving down and spreading Nickâs legs further apart. Nick keeps his hands up, mouth open and wet on his left hand, gripping the duvet with his other hand, and he trembles as Ethan spreads his ass open, crying out as he feels Ethanâs thumb tease over his rim, pressing down and ever so slightly inwards, teasing, always.
âIâm not a virgin,â Nick says throatily, hoping Ethan will speed up at that, the way heâs playing with Nickâs ass slow and gentle but mind melting at the same time, and Ethan just laughs at that, slapping Nickâs ass playfully with his other hand.
âI didnât think you were,â Ethan says, voice loud in the silence of the apartment, âI still wanna take my sweet time.â
Nick whines as Ethan continues to give him something but not everything, loud as Ethan slips and pushes a finger inside of him, Nick stretching his legs, his toes, in a heavenly trance as the man explores him. He feels Ethan move, and then hears the squirt of lube, feels another finger join the first, and he gasps as Ethan scissors them, pulling them to the rim, almost fully out, as his thumb makes the gentlest of scrapes on his perineum, to his balls. Nick moans out on his hand, practically drooling.
He panics as he feels Ethanâs fingers disappear, not wanting this to be over, throwing his head back as he searches for an answer.
âTurn back around, baby,â Ethan insists, not looking at Nick, transfixed on his ass. He immediately obliges, feeling his brain mush and fill with Ethan Ethan Ethan. He feels like itâs been hours but he knows thatâs untrue, and heâs ready to beg for it, for Ethan to open him again and slide his big cock inside him, but he doesnât have to say anything as Ethan spreads him before dipping down. Nick all but screams as Ethanâs tongue licks across the rim of his hole, wet and rough. Nick instinctively tries to move forward, but he canât; heâs facedown and Ethanâs hands are alternate from his hips to his asscheeks, spreading them again, as he eats Nick out. The rough texture of Ethanâs tongue, the way he presses his big, puffy lips on Nickâs rim is almost enough to make Nick sob. Heâs holding it together, just thrusting as much as he can with the pillows underneath him and when he moves his forehead, he notices how sweaty he is, the back of his hands shining.
He yelps as Ethan pushes his tongue inside his hole and brings his hand up to the base of Nickâs spine, pressing his thumb inside of Nick to keep him slightly open. Nick is lost, utterly ruined, shook by how this stranger knows his body better than he does, whining as Ethan keeps his face buried in his ass; not for one-minute hesitating or slowing down as he eats Nick out as passionately as he kisses his mouth.
âIâm â Ethan - ,â he begs, knowing heâs a few well timed thrusts from Ethanâs tongue and fingers away from coming on the pillows beneath him, Ethan pulling his fingers out with a clear, wet pop, removing his tongue too, not before he sinks his teeth into one of Nickâs asscheeks. Nick is wrecked, his body tingling, his thighs burning from Ethanâs sharp teeth, a wetness between his legs like heâs never felt and an ache in his balls that is begging for release.
âYouâre perfect,â Ethan assures him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Nick looking at him longingly over his shoulder, âwhat do you want, baby?â
âYou,â Nick moans, pushing himself back, wanting Ethanâs cock in him, âplease, Ethan.â
âMmm,â Ethan muses, and Nick is pleased to see heâs also hot, pink, sweat linging on his forehead from exertion, Nick yelping as Ethan brings his hand down on Nickâs ass, playful but enough to tan it, âturn around.â
Nick does, fairly weak now and desperate, beyond desperate, for his orgasm to tear through him and leave him blind and gasping. Ethan throws away the pillows carelessly, grabbing Nickâs hips and bringing him down, as he lubes up his dick and presses the head against Nickâs hole. Nick nods, and Ethan begins to push, Nick inhaling, mouth open, as he feels the familiar burn of a nice, thick cock pressing inside of him. Ethan is slow but intense, forcing Nickâs thighs up as he makes his way in, Nick groaning, a little high pitched towards the end when he feels Ethan is fully in. He lets one of Nickâs legs drop, apparently unable to leave Nickâs face or hair alone, before he begins to fuck Nick, gently at first.
âYou naughty boy,â Ethan whispers, âis this what you wanted, huh?â
âYeah,â Nick begs, voice broken, âgod, please, give it to me.â
Ethan doesnât waste time. Nick lets go of any dignity he was hoping to keep, moaning and whimpering with every single thrust Ethan makes. Ethan takes Nick like Nick belongs to him, like this is his right, to spread Nick wide and to fuck him, hips snapping into hips as Ethan clings to him tightly, Nick feeling Ethanâs dick so deep inside him, touching places heâs never felt anyone touch, his vision clouding over.
âEthan,â Nick sobs, overwhelmed, Ethan slowing down, holding Nick open by his thighs as he pulls his cock out, Nick horrified.
âEthan! Please! No! Iâm sorry, Iâm fine, Iâm ok, please give it to me,â Nick begs, now losing his self-respect along with his long-gone dignity, feeling on the edge of tears. Ethan canât leave him like this, canât bring him to the brink of such pleasure to stop, itâs too cruel, Ethan once again flipping him over so now Nick is on his stomach. He cries out as Ethan slides straight back in, pulling Nick so Nick is on his knees, his upper body stretched out, Ethanâs big hands on both hips, slamming into him, the wet sound of slapping skin obscene alongside Nickâs enthusiastic cries and Ethanâs panting.
Nick is dripping with sweat, sliding off his own arms every time he tries to rest his head, yelping as Ethan yanks him up by his hair.
âYeah? This what you need, Nick?â he asks, grunting, and Nick moans his agreement, unable to do much else. The forced stretch of his neck is delicious, Ethan not letting his pace drop for a moment, setting a punishing and perfect speed, Nickâs leaking cock a mess as he feels his balls tighten, knowing heâs finally, finally going to lose control and feel that blissful high.
âWant you to come like this,â Ethan says, slapping his ass again, âwant you to come from getting fucked.â Nick canât say anything, canât even nod, because Ethanâs still pulling his hair as he slams in, quickening his almost reckless pace, Nick only concentrating on that one thing, that one feeling. Ethan is hitting his spot, perfect and fast and desperate and with one last yank of Nickâs hair, he is coming, begging and groaning, babbling a mixture of Ethan and God, blacking out as he does.Â
Heâs beyond over-stimulated, debauched and destroyed as Ethan follows him, letting go of Nickâs hair to cling onto his hips and fuck him with a few last, sprinting thrusts, Nick gasping as he feels Ethan fill him with come, warm and thick, Ethan crying out loudly as well, collapsing on top of Nick.
âFuck,â Ethan groans into Nickâs hair, âholy fuck.â
âYeah,â Nick agrees, still too weak to open his eyes or speak.
Ethan kisses the back of his neck before he pulls out his dick, Nick cringing as he hears the wet sounds, feeling Ethan fall out of him, and heâs mildly disgusted when Ethan rocks back onto his knees, opening Nickâs ass again, looking down at his wet, come filled ass.
âEthan,â Nick accuses, feeling his face heat up Ethan further, Ethan just smirking, proud of the mess heâs created, Nick sore and sensitive as Ethan plays with him a little, whimpering as he feels some come drip out. Ethan laughs at Nick's embarrassment, leaning over and scrambling around some bedside drawers. Nick gasps as he feels coolness on his ass, Ethan clearly wiping him clean.
Ethan flips back down next to Nick, Nick still curled into the pillow, not shy but very aware of his sweaty, exhausted, fucked-out look. Ethan runs his fingers through red hair, not tugging this time, and he leans in, kissing Nick in a way that betrays his previous rough and ready treatment. Nick responds softly, kissing back.
âYou ruined me,â Nick gasps, still numb, and Ethan stifles a giggle, âyou ruined me,â he retorts. They lie like this for a few precious minutes, Ethan still excited as he sits up, ruffling his hair before he fishes around for something, Nick half watching out of the corner of his eye when he sees Ethan hold out Nickâs phone like heâs won a prize.
âUnlock it,â Ethan says, handing it to Nick, who does it without question. Ethan scrolls, finding the groupchat
The chat after Ethan sent a photo of himself went into a frenzy, a long conversation between his two friends going about how hot he is.
Ethan giggles at it, and Nick thinks heâs quite beautiful, pretty brown eyes and that sinful mouth and a tongue that Nick wants to feel a thousand times more.
Nick frowns as Ethan types, lazily trying to grab it back but missing entirely.
âWhat are you typing? Ethan?â
âIâm saying⌠âheâs just been balls deep inside meâ,â Ethan cackles, and Nick shoots up at that, grabbing his phone, seeing the exact words sent by âNickâ in the chat.
âFuck!â he says, âEthan!â
He settles back down, cringing as he sees the messages from Ethan's first text fly in, making Ethan laugh loudly and Nick cringe but smile all the same.
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Tara: HOLY FUCKKKK
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Ethan snatches it back, taking Nick by surprised then takes a snap of them, Nick hiding half his face under the duvet, Ethan looking far too pleased with himself.
âYou look so cute,â Ethan says, and Nickâs stomach summersaults again, watching Ethan send the picture, waiting for the instant replies.
His phone pinged constantly after the photo was sent, Nick can imagine what kinds of debauchery his two friends are yapping about the situation.
âYour friends are funny,â Ethan laughs, putting the phone aside, and Nick is over his initial embarrassment, especially as Ethan cuddles into him, letting Nick rest in the crook of his neck. He feels Ethanâs arm around him and kisses into his hair so he sneaks an arm around the other, hugging his waist close, enjoying the feel of a smile against his forehead.
âThey got me laid, so, yeah, theyâre ok,â Nick says into Ethanâs chest, Ethan playing with his hair as he mutters, âthey got you completely fucked â ruined â I think you said.â
âShit, let it go,â Nick teases.
âYouâve had better, baby?â Ethan checks, and Nick wants to lie, to tease, to flirt, but he has no energy and itâs preposterous to think he's had better than this. The sex was magnificent, electric, and Nick is still buzzing from it, wondering if heâll ever come down from it.
âNo,â he says shyly, honestly, âyou?â
âNo, shit. I thought so, but you were something else,â Ethan praises, and Nick preens under his compliments and praise, flushing from pride rather than embarrassment this time around.
âYouâre gonna stay, yeah?â Ethan asks, and Nick assumed he was. It feels natural, being here, like this, with Ethan. Nick nods into Ethanâs chest, and Ethan hugs him tighter, promising theyâll chill and order food later, Nick can stay and theyâll watch films.
âMaybe you can make good on your word later,â Ethan growls, âand ride me, bounce on my dick, huh?â
âI canât even think about any physical activity right now,â Nick sighs dramatically, Ethan tickling his ear. Nick has his eyes closed but he can feel Ethanâs huge, beautiful smile, the visual of it imprinted in his brain. Heâs already thinking about it though, climbing on top of Ethan and sitting back on his dick, rolling his hips.
âOkay, sweetheart,â Ethan said, and Nick snuggles into him, making a mental note to thank his friends when he next sees them. Heâs sore but satisfied. All he needs is a nap, some food, and then he thinks heâll enjoy showing Ethan exactly how good he is.
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hello again i have another fic concept and am very curious about your thoughts
sooo seeing jaâmarr with his kid (cutest thing in the world btw) made me think about him, for whatever reason, asking joe to babysit for him one day. and joe is good with kids but probably doesnât have a lot of experience taking care of them? idk. i just think heâd panic a bit at first and then heâd realize itâs not that bad
but what i was really thinking about is when jaâmarr comes back he finds both joe and the kid asleep on the couch and they arenât even together at this point but it makes jaâmarr fall even more in love bc he sees his two fav people together like that and itâs just such a soft sweet moment <3
GRAHHHH the way im still trying to reply to your last reply to the fwb au đ but i adoreeeee the image of them with kids so much thank youuu for giving me the chance (yet again) to yap about this oml i ran with this i apologize in advance:
joe and ja'marr both love kids sooooo much you can see it every time they interact with them!! but the thing is I've never seen joe actually hold up a child which is kind of impressive tbh considering how.....extensive joe's archive of pics is here lmao. has he never once in his life been photographed holding a baby or. have i just not come across any.
ja'marr is totally the type to swing children around by their legs and fling them around in a circle as they climb him like a jungle gym etc etc just 100% comfortable and secure in himself that he can catch any kid if they fall or never even getting them to that point in the first place. just clocked that this is maybe because of his wr training lmao. or just a case of extremely good dad reflexes who knows! i don't actually know what point i wanted to make here i just wanted to say something about this đ.
joe doesn't know how to interact with children below the ages of 5. no like he'd be good at it of course but if you squint your eyes you can see him visibly sweating from the entire exchange đ but he loves it!! loves meeting little kids who idolize him!! he does not know how to carry babies without having his entire torso and limbs (both upper and bottom for some reason) stiffening up. ja'marr once handed him junior without thinking much of it to fuss over the baby car seat and when he turned back 10 minutes later after a losing battle it's to the sight of joe frozen in time staring blankly at ja'marr junior who is doing him absolutely no help just staring right back entranced at his face. they might be locked in a staring contest. they're definitely locked in a staring contest because ja'marr has called both their names repeatedly and has been ignored the entire time. cute stuff. snapped a pic to share to his parents, sister, tee, joe's parents and brothers, the entire wr group chat etc etc.
but!!! he has an amazing ability to just....exist in the same space with the quieter children, the nonverbal ones. even manages to take them out of their bubble sometimes and bond over the most obscure shit you can think of (neurodivergents solidarity tbh). if it's the more enthusiastic outspoken ones he's happy to just let them lead the convo, always so accommodating and fascinated by their way of thinking! he just adores kids just as much as ja'marr he loves talking to them and hearing their thought process and current obsessions and when ja'marr jumps in he loves seeing them light up even more because ja'marr always knows the right words to get them to loosen up and start snort-laughing, when to tease and poke, when to be firm and admonishing. joe's more of a pushover i guess lol he lets them walk all over him and has no backbone to speak of. when they meet little fans on the street who get a bit overbearing don't know when to knock it off ja'marr's usually the one who successfully gets them to back off and let joe breath. this might also be because his boundless energy matches the kids more easier hmm.
BUT you're asking abt joe babysitting ja'marr jr sorry got incredibly side tracked over them with children đ
maybe it's a little wr training thing where ja'marr has to go for idk 3 days and the baby mama can't take junior for the whole week and his parents are having an anniversary cruise vacation and his sister is on the other side of the country and his usual babysitter (neighbor's teenage kid lol) is having an exam season and sure he could ask any of his friends who would go the extra mile for him but!! the number one person in his mind and soul who he would feel absolutely 100% comfortable and safe leaving the beloved piece of his heart outside of his body with is one joseph lee burrow. who might possibly think that taking care of junior primarily involves him staring directly and piercingly at the little kid watching lion king for the whole two and a half hours of runtime. all without taking a single eye off of him. like at all. which is. well.
joe manfully says yes to ja'marr's sincere plea and is handed junior and his entire baby bag with some fanfare because ja'marr is always one for dramatics. joe is staring bemusedly down at the one year old child who had somehow ended up in the circle of his arms drooling on the fabric of his old faded acid wash tee while ja'marr is fussing over setting up a little toy station in the middle of joe's living room and stocking up joe's kitchen with all the meals and snacks and milk he brought for junior. he's also yapping in his usual endearing way over all the things joe has to look out for, allergies, times for meals and snacks, what to do when junior starts crying, when to let him just run around and when to get him to sit the fuck down, what some of the baby babble junior likes to blurt out mean, etc etc just baby essentials and everything that joe would usually very easily sort through but he's kind of. completely overwhelmed here on the pending sole responsibility over a one year old babyâhis best friend's actual living breathing mini version of himâfor the next 72-ish hours and tries very hard not to freak the fuck out.
in the end ja'marr is just standing in front of joe holding his son so carefully like he's something so precious while baby ja'marr is slowly blinking awake to the sight of joe's own blue eyes looking wide-eyed down at him and feeling something so right and warm when junior immediately reaches out an arm to press against an enchanted joe's cheek and start laughing when joe flinches and weirdly fumbles around. god the image of joe with a little kid i can't do this. ja'marr snapped a pic ofc had to immortalize the first ever lone babysitting gig with joe. little baby ja'marr album <3
love the idea of this being pre-relationship with ja'marr enthusiastically stepping forward all up in joe's space and hugging junior via hugging joe and blowing raspberries all over his son's cheeks in his usual goodbye-routine while joe's staring wide-eyed because wow this is. an incredibly close view ofâof all this. all within his reach. of a sort. and then ja'marr turns his bright baby-ja'marr-special-smile upwards towards joe and dumbly (dumb-of-ass-ly!!) smooches joe's cheek too on. like. autopilot (or is it!) and blusters through the immediate oh-my-god-i-just-did-that leaving like a whirlwind through the front door yelling to just call him if he has questions. and joe's just. left standing there stupefied beyond belief and can't even reach up a hand to press against his warmed cheek because he's terrified of letting go even a single hand from carrying junior. who is clapping his hands in delight, already in love with joe from the first time they met long before and beyond delighted that he gets to hang out with the nice blond man with the warm hands who makes his daddy laugh like that. didn't even cry getting left alone by his dad!! which is a Very Important and Heartening thing to note when left with a baby not your own but joe doesn't know that (yet)!! anyway.
then follows a wonderful lovely saga of joe learning how to take care of junior and it's!! ja'marr's kid!!!!! he literally cannot do anything wrong to fuck up junior even if he tried because that's ja'marr's blood and soul over there in pint-sized form. it took a whole minute for him to fall completely in love the first time they met and with them being left alone for the first time it takes barely an hour for him to learn literally everything there is to know about the kid (proverbially of course. junior's first time asking to go potty nearly made him breakdown. called his mom in distress, got laughed at for a full minute, before she helped him the best she could through face time and then spent the next hour cooing over an equally enamored junior through the phone) because he's literally an extension of ja'marr, who he knows better than the back of his palm!!
anyway when ja'marr comes by to pick him up again bringing a shit ton of food as a little thank you alsoâhe easily barges through the front door with his own key, not not worried exactly because the last time joe texted him was to snap a pic of junior trying on one of his custom glove (tiny hand in big glove!!) which was a whole hour and a half ago and didn't reply to any of the texts ja'marr sent asking if he wanted gross junk food A or B for dinner.
came to the truly heart melting sight of moana playing on 20% volume while joe is stretched out on his couch in one of his eccentric t-shirts and grey sweats, hair rumpled beyond saving, baby ja'marr settled on top of him in a tiger onesie with his head tucked right on top of joe's heart snuggled up under one of the fluffy blankets ja'marr got for him that's barely covering joe, both dead to the world asleep. ja'marr instantly brings out his phone and takes a whole bunch of pictures from literally every angle AND several videos of the 1 minute and over variety. immediately shared to everyone he knows that matters within the hour. the very first pic of them both snapping awake to stare up at him leaning over the couch in groggy shock looking weirdly alike is for him and him only though. the next pic of them with smiles starting to bloom through staring right at him is made into his phone's background that night. joe has the pic printed on polaroids one for each of them and they each keep it in their wallets. wow this is corny as hell sorry but.
sooooo compelling if this was like. THE feelings realization for him likeâ'oh. ohhh my god. oh no. oh wait a damn fucking second this is not that. i am not in love with him. i do not want ja'marr jr growing up with him as the other half of his parental unit no. no. oh god.' yeah.
had a little family dinner afterwards on the couch watching the jungle book <3 junior usually chooses to sit on ja'marr's lap but he's sticking close to joe and it makes ja'marr feel all fuzzy and dizzy. little kid tucked between these two whose bodies are turned to one another caging the kid so he won't fall. laughing together playfully smearing sauce all over baby ja'marr to make him shriek and laugh. spending the night there anyway because it's midnight all of junior's stuff is still there enough for an extra day or several and ja'marr can just use joe's stuff anyway and really ja'marr doesn't think junior is ever letting go of joe's shirt so.
this is just incredibly self-indulging đ and i don't actually know what to call ja'marr jr wkwkk

ending this with a little screenshot of jaâmarr and jaâmarr đĽ°đŤś they're sooooooo cute
ok bye!!
#ask#the them-with-children is ofc just headcanons and Speculation đ#but god joemarr with children my heart immediately feels full of love#my writing#ahaha :')#joe burrow#ja'marr chase#joemarr
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a/n: thanks anon for the request! i needed to write something quick and dirty to get out of my writing slump and this was perfect. i did some minor research on the calgary stampede and i donât know anything about rodeos or horses (im actually terrified of them) so all inaccuracies are to be taken with a grain of salt. enjoy! đ´
word count: 1k
tw: minor smut (thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), cowgirl position, p in v, unprotected), dirty talk, innuendo
summary: you watch matty compete in the saddle bronc competition at the calgary stampede
The top bar of the metal railing digs into your stomach as you lean forward, looking from side to side to make sure security isnât nearby and ready to yell at you. Not that you plan on listening.
Lucky for you though, no one is around and you can happily lean over the rail to get a better look at Matty, behind the gate and ready to start his turn for the Saddle Bronc competition. Heâs easy to spot among the other cowboys, his bright white hat and dark blue denim shirt standing out from the crowd. Besides that, you seem to have a special talent for finding your boyfriend in any sized crowd, your body attuned to his.
You tap your cowboy booted foot against the lower rung of the railing, the hollow noise drowned out by the crowds.
Mattyâs the last one for this group and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, crossing your fingers that heâll have the best time.
From behind you, Tarynâs laugh stands out and you look over your shoulder at your boyfriendâs sister to see her face scrunched up in amusement.
âWhat?â You ask, her laugh contagious.
âItâs like youâve never seen Matty compete before,â she teases, gesturing to the way youâre leaned up against the railing, upper half hanging in the air, half ready to fall into the dirt with one sudden movement.
You shrug, one chambray denim covered shoulder lifting towards your ears. âCan I help it if Iâm obsessed with watching him ride?â You ask, Cheshire Cat grin on your face.
Taryn rolls her eyes at you, but joins you up against the railing a heartbeat later when the gate opens and Mattyâs let out onto the dirt of the ring. He trots his horse - Johnny Cash, named by yours truly, in honor of the horseâs entirely black coat and mane - into the center of the ring and looks around, taking in the atmosphere of the Stampede.
He looks imposing, sat up high on the horse, dressed for the rodeo. Youâre used to seeing Matty in his cowboy hat and double denim, but thereâs something different in his posture when heâs competing.
Before time starts, he catches sight of you and grins in your direction. A quick wink and then the eight second timer starts.
Youâve watched Matty do this before, but it never gets any less scary, watching Johnny Cash do his best to send Matty flying and Matty doing his best to stay in the saddle. His white hat is secured on his head, golden curls grown out into a mullet that youâre on record as hating, nearly touching the collar of his shirt.
His denim-clad thighs are thick and you can see the muscles working as the seconds tick down. He squeezes the horseâs flank and you think about last night, the way youâd ridden his thighs to two messy orgasms, your arousal slicking and matting the coarse golden hairs on his thighs. Heâd tensed the thick muscle, flexing it against your cunt, fingers gripping your hips so he could drag you up and down as your rhythm had faltered. Tossing you on your back after and burying two thick fingers into your cunt in preparation for his cock. Heâd dragged you back onto his lap, burying himself to the hilt and youâd bounced on his cock until you were both coming, his fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans.
The same fingers that now hold the reins in a similarly tight grip, tendons flexing in his wrist.
You grip the metal rail in your hands, knuckles going white while you hold your breath.
3âŚ
Mattyâs thighs flex again. Johnny Cashâs mane flies in the air, his coat like black velvet.
2âŚ
You bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, front teeth indenting the slightly chapped skin.
1âŚ
The timer goes off and Mattyâs still on the horse, one hand thrown triumphantly in the air and you shriek, jumping up and down with Tarynâs arms around your torso. Your braids smack her in the face but neither of you say anything, too excited that Matt made it the full eight seconds.
The crowd is losing its mind, Mattyâs taking a victory lap around the ring, and youâre startled when he appears in front of you, sweat dripping down his temple and chest heaving from the exertion.
Taryn lets out another little shriek of excitement and steps back, knowing her brother is here for you.
âHey there,â he grins wickedly at you, posture casual as if heâs not in the middle of the rodeo. Johnny Cash lets out a little whinny, the exhale from his nose a hot puff of air.
You scramble back up to the railing, climbing up two rungs and ignoring the press of the hot metal on the front of your thighs so you can get to eye level with Matt. âHey there, cowboy,â you grin back, reaching out to cup his cheeks and drag his face to yours for a searing kiss. His stubble scratches at your palms and his tongue probes your mouth, licking over your lower lip.
When you break apart, Matty lifts his hat off his head and drops it on yours, the brim slipping over your eyes briefly before he pushes it up with his index finger. You laugh and he nods.
âThereâs my girl,â he murmurs. âMy good luck charm.â
âI didnât have anything to do with this,â you wave your hand in the air, flushing with the heat of Mattâs gaze. Johnny Cash nudges your leg with his nose and you give the horse a little scratch between the eyes.
His smirk grows and you press your thighs together as best as you can while standing on the rung of the railing. He notices, of course, and leans in to whisper, âlearned all my riding techniques from watching you last night, darling.â
And then heâs gone, back to the corral, leaving you wet and wanting, the cowboy hat tipped back over your eyes.
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onyx, spinel x an anxious reader


requested
first req in the big october, sorry for disappearing. i relied heavily on the wikipedia and summarised videos as its hard to catch up with the anime as of now. i had no idea putting the familiarity part, so i just did the anxious/reader with anxiety one. lmk if you want me to change this. sorry if it's short!!
â NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED
â ONYX
onyx never really realised until you told him, but he gets it no pressure, he's not a softie for you though, it's not because he doesn't want to its that he doesn't know how to comfort you during your panics. he'll pat you on the back and say small affirmations, "it's gonna be okay.", "im here for you," "things will get better." and he feels bad for not being able to show that they care.
he's very attentive to what you need, tissues? he's got it, sweets? stole it from sango. you get restless easily so he thinks this can be a way of him showing he cares, and onyx likes doing something knowing you'll be happy after he's done.
there are times you're too overwhelmed to say anything, so he's the one speaking for you. he knows majority of what you want to say most of times, and when he messes up a wordâ he apologises immediately.
onyx observes you and reminds you to stop picking on your skin or nails, but he doesn't do it like a normal person, he sounds like a mom scolding their son. "hey, stop that."
other than being attentive, he's pretty protective aswell. onyx hates his enemies and those who make fun of you are one of them, he'll get garganacle to fight them off.
he tries his best to help you, but there are some parts he could improve. just know onyx is trying his best, and that the people at the hq aren't really that helpful...
â SPINEL
spinel figured out on his own, and with some research on your condition (although im sure he already knew alot about your condition), what he should be watching out for, etc.
he does these speech practices with you, so that you are able to speak with people more, and help you remove the nervousness when speaking to a larger group. he's patient with you, and always criticises you afterwards telling you what's wrong and what you need to improve.
he'd pat you on the back after these practices, and then show you the clipboard he's been holding to take note. adds those inspirational quotes by famous people at the bottom to encourage you.
spinel also speaks for you when you're not able to or too overwhelmed to say anything, or he just shoo's the person entirely so that you have space. don't worry, if he's not there then umbreon/blacky is the support.
spinel definitely pushes you out of your comfort zone, not to the point of a break out, but encouraging you to socialize with his co-workers. he let's you talk to his pokemon, it gives him less to worry about and helps you calm down.
when you're having your breakdowns/panic attacks he's got your back, spinels affirmations are strange, yet are comforting at best, and if he's not there he's trained pokemon/your pokemon on what to do and what not to do.
overall very supportive, and very loving.
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can youâŚwriteâŚkevgar⌠again.. pleaseâŚ
im not asking for a 100k words, 100 is enough for me.. pleaseâŚ
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Okay so like. I do actually want to come back and write something once this event wraps up, because I'm genuinely kind of baffled at how much we're being... like given? It's sparking some ideas. No promises on it though because I need to write being carried by the muses and the tides.
Edit: Also this art at the bottom is REALLY cute I forgot to mention it at first. Thank you for. Letting me see them....
Anyway. I can do you one better than 100 words. Back in like. 2022, I was working on a massive Hanahaki Kevgar AU. I ended up dropping it because I explored what I was interested in with "As the pieces fall into place" (Aka erectile dysfunction au) and was pretty happy with what I had + I think I used chunks of this dialog in that fic (So if some of that looks familiar thats why). However, I also had like. A REALLY NOT INSIGNIFICANT part of this fic written?
Thought it would sit around and collect dust forever in my docs, but you and I both know how sad the state of the Kevgar tag is in. Here's what I had of it put together. Again, I can't stress enough. This is unfinished. But it's also uhhh. Almost 5k words of unfinished? So hopefully some of it still scratches at your brain, even if it's just a draft.
"Original Authors note:Â
Hello there main friend group, extended twitter friendgroup, and three random strangers in my puter that this pairing will appeal to, I hope this fic finds you well.
Basically, I saw a tumblr post maybe a year or two back that talked about the idea of Hanahaki not as a lethal disease, but instead a chronic one. The idea that itâs a manifestation of your emotions, and your emotions arenât going to kill you, but by damn theyâre gonna be a bitch to deal with. Especially if you keep shoving them down in a little box and avoiding them.Â
Basically the flowers are a metaphor. It takes away from the tragedy but adds an angle of nuance that I as a writer find personally enjoyable to navigate and play with.
AND I thought to myself. Man you know who would be fun for that? Gay Kevin."
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Edgar Valden is real pretty, is the main thing.
Frustratingly so. Men, let alone men with personalities as rotten and cruel as Valdenâs shouldnât be allowed to be as pretty as he is.Â
But he is, and itâs an issue.Â
Heâs also. Ah⌠Small. Frail enough to tug at Kevinâs heart strings in a way heâs not entirely comfortable with. He catches himself thinking about that mid-match, Edgar dizzy enough from a recent hit not to fight being carted around on his shoulder. A head smaller than Kevin, and lighter than some of the ladies, Edgar is easy on his arm and warm against his shoulder.
The first time he realizes it, the illusion is immediately ruined by Edgar catching his barings, and begins to kick and struggle out of his hold and cuss him clean. But a sickly, uncomfortable feeling settles in his stomach, and eventually even the most private of Kevinâs thoughts always have a funny way of haunting him. Itâs easy to hate him when heâs standing in front of you, sneering and glaring like the bullheaded swine he is. But out on their game field, when the adrenaline runs so heavy his blood goes cold, and Edgar is flying around the field with the same amount of speed and dedication that he takes to his art, it becomes harder to separate pretty from fragile. And late into the night, when Kevinâs thoughts have a tendency to haunt him the most, thereâs no escaping it. He prefers it to the guilt that plagues the back of his mind at those hours, but it sits at the pit of his stomach with the same amount of discomfort and nausea as that guilt does. And that guilt, inevitably, turns to rage.
And rage always comes back to frustration.Â
When he starts hacking up petals and blood, he doesnât think itâs Valden. He doesnât think itâs anyone, really.Â
//
Emily tells him that itâs called Hanahaki.
âIâm surprised youâve never encountered it before,â She says, as a general musing.
âIâve heard of things like it,â He says, âYou tend to hear a lot of rumors nâ stories while travelinâ around. You canât take everything at face value, yâknow? Thought it was closer to tall-tales.â
She nods, her brows furrowing together. She tends to get like that when sheâs deep in thought. Sort of snappy, and certainly less patient. But she hasnât gotten to the point that she gets after they finish their matches, running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Instead, itâs quiet pacing.
âOur body has an odd way of reacting toâŚâ She tilts her head, carefully considers her words before she says them. Sheâs smart like that, âEmotions. Stress. Eventually, it manifests itself physically,â She gives him a concerned look, âHas there been any changes in your life?â
He gives her a weird look. Permanent state of stasis they seemed to be trapped in, their changes were rare and minimal. He had less games these days then when heâd started here, and most of the new personalities at the manor were a respectable sort. To his silence, she almost rolls her eyes. Almost. Sheâs professional enough not to.
âAyuso, it could be anything. Have the games been worse recently?â He gives her a stranger look for that one, and she tuts, runs her hands back through her hair and messes up her otherwise pristine looking bun, âHonestly, Iâm surprised we havenât gotten a case of it in the manor sooner. Maybe because of how isolated we are..?â She considers it in silence, and Kevin thinks it would be wrong to interrupt her. But then sheâs turning to look at him, âCan I see those petals again?â
Raising a brow, he takes out the handkerchief heâd collected them in. Itâs from a personal favorite outfit of his, and at first heâs not actually sure what sheâs looking for. Because she brushes the petals off to the side, and raises the cloth to the light, and what she says next concerns him more than anything else about the conversation has, âItâs an abnormal amount of blood for such a minor case,â She mutters, stares, âYou did come to me immediately, right?â
He huffs laughter. His throat hurts, ââCourse, course. I didnât see petals and think it was normal.â
She glares, âDonât get smart with me, Ayuso. I swear, some of these people could come down with consumption and avoid me for itâŚâ She sighs, and her shoulders fall, âIs it growing thornsâŚ?âÂ
âIs that possible?â He asks, and feels somewhat foolish for doing so. Of course it is. She wouldnât have mentioned it if it hadnât been.
âItâs not unheard of,â She says, and steps forward to hand him the handkerchief back. When she looks over at him again, itâs with a certain amount of sympathy he rarely sees on her face, âYou should be fine, butâŚI wonât say it will be pleasant.â
He chuckles, and it comes across as weak and forced, âMs. Dyer, I may be something of a foolish man, but I donât think anyone is foolish enough think flowers in your throat are aâpleasant experience.â
She rolls her eyes at him, âLet me see what medicine I can find. I might be able to kill a few of them off for youâŚâ
//
He doesnât want to acknowledge his unfortunate reality, but the first time he vomits up fist fulls of flowers, heâs in a match with Valen
Itâs not a good match. Emily goes down fast. Kevin doesnât have time to get across the map. Mike tries to pull off a rescue, but Michiko is faster than he is, and a bit more clever to boot. Edgar manages to pull something off with those paintings of his, but Kevinâs never been any good with the technology in the manor, and by the time Emilyâs out of the game they barley have two ciphers done.
With Michiko distracted by Mike, it gives him the chance to slip away with Edgar. He knows Edgar took a bad hit, because he stays limp over his shoulder rather than attempt to fight and squirm against him.
(Heâs warm, something whispers in Kevinâs ear.)
âThere you are,â Kevin draws, and drops him on the ground with no amount of care or subtlety. Edgar stumbles back a few steps, attempting to blink away the lightheadedness that comes with these matches.
â... Thanks,â Edgar says, quietly, and brushes himself off at the knees. Though heâs doing well to hide it, he has an embarrassed blush on his face, and he needs to lean back against the crumbling wall to keep his balance.Â
Kevin reaches out to steady him a bit better, and Edgar shoots him a look that could kill.Â
âGo decode, Iâll catch my breath and find a way to distract her again,â Edgar turns to give him an odd sort of look, the normal irritation that shadows over his face mending away to something else entirely. Though what it is, heâs unsure, âWe can probably still save this if IâŚâ Heâs trailing off, a distant, manic look to his eye as he does. It answers none of Kevinâs questions, and only increases his concern, and when Edgar kneels on the ground itâs to fuss with something in his hand.
Heâd not noticed it before, but the painter already has a syringe in his hand. He must have scavenged the supplies from Dyer's chair, because heâs already trying to find a vein with shaking, cold-nipped looking fingers.
And like a pendulum swinging back and forth, his irritation washes back to sympathy. And with that sympathy comes guilt, and nausea.Â
Kevin steps forward, and grabs his arm for him. Edgar immediately tries to pull away, but Kevin is stronger than him, and it only takes tightening his grip to get Edgar to still. Edgar squirms under his touch, and something in Kevinâs head equates him to being no different than one of those squeaking barn kittens that didnât know threats from friends and so they yelled and hissed at anything that grabbed âem.
âHold still,â he says, his voice strained, and Edgar does glare at him this time, âSave the supplies. Yâmight need it later.â
Edgar lets him. Patch him up. He canât argue with strategy, and their playing field is the uncomfortable equalizer. To Kevinâs discomfort, Edgar spends the entire time staring at him with this ugly, uncanny look.
âŚ
âYouâre hurt,â Edgar says, suddenly, and reaches out to grab Kevinâs face. Edgarâs hands are soft, and but his touch is not. His thumb brushes against his mouth, and heâs surprised to find that it comes back with blood. He doesnât remember tasting it. Maybe heâs already so used to it, that heâd just not noticed it, âWhen did you take a hit?â
A smarter man would be able to come up with an excuse on the spot. Itâs not unusual, afterall, to end the match covered in your teammates blood. Especially ones that run as poorly as thereâs. Especially with Kevinâs position being as it is.
Kevin is not a smart man. Heâs dull, and a coward.
âIâm fine,â He snaps, and pulls back from Edgar. Feeling suddenly quite defensive, he feels his lips curl up in defiance. Itâs all show, really. Because underneath it, he canât deny the sudden surge of nerves and panic and fear. Heâs never been any different or any smarter than a cornered animal, but most men in his position arenât.
 Edgarâs hand lingers in the air, fingers oddly delicate despite the blood. And Edgar stares at him. He stares at him for a long time, his eyes distant and hollow and cold, âOkay,â He says, and his tone is odd when he says it. Like Edgar doesnât entirely believe him. And when Kevin thinks heâs going to leave it at that, he clarifies with, âOkay. You donât have to tell me. Whatever. Just- Go decode. Maybe I can still save this for us, you useless assholeâŚâÂ
And Edgar trails off, stares at the spot of the snow where his own blood has dripped on the snow.Â
Thereâs no fight left in him after that. There should be. This is the part where Kevin normally feels anger and discomfort at the mans provocation, where they ruin their match and draw the hunters ire. Itâs normally the part where irritation takes over sensability.
Instead, Kevin stumbles away feeling nauseous. He doesnât decode. Decoding would be the smart thing to do, and he is not a smart man. A cold sweat crawls over his skin, and heâs shaking hard enough that heâs having trouble staying upright. He feels it, in his throat and in his gut. Something cutting into his flesh, like the way a cats claws would dig into skin.
He makes it behind shack, before he needs to stop and stable his weight on the wall.
Itâs petals and blood mix on the ground in a ugly red soup, chunky and red with rotting petals and cuts of flesh. He wheezes in an attempt to catch his breath, but he finds himself dizzy for it. Eventually, he needs to kneel on the ground and rest his head against the wall, unable to keep his eyes open without risking another fit. The cold weather of Leoâs is as much of a sting as it is a comfort on his throat and skin. And just when he thinks heâs settled his head, he lurches again, the cycle repeating all over.
He doesnât realize the blood rushing in his ear is the hunter until he feels her cold hand on his back.
âOh dear..â Michiko says, and her voice is soft on his ear, âThis is where youâve been hiding.â
Michiko is a sweet sort of lady. She doesnât take the chance to knock him out over it. Instead, she lingers behind him and ushers him in the direction the dungeon must be, stopping him from falling over himself twice in the process
Heâd not realized sheâd found Edgar. She must have. By the time she guides him over to the dungeon, itâs already open, the wind blowing out of it. He drops into the dungeon without as much as a tip of his hat, and there's this cold, empty feeling that sits in the bottom of his stomach.
Valden was going to kill him.
// Editors note: These next sections are unfinished, but I still give everything I had for you. Anything that has a "...." Around it was supposed to have more of a lead in.
Edgar doesnât kill him.
But also Edgar doesnât talk to him for a while, after that.
He doesnât talk to him. He expects a fight out of it, but he stumbles into the room so pale and dizzy that it draws the concern of Emily immediately.Â
[Edgar picks a fight with Emily because he's confused and irritated]
âCome on now Valden, donât give her a hard time âcause youâre in a shitty mood,â He steps in between them, and Edgar snarls at him.
âDon't fucking touch me,"
...
Something clicks into place in Emilyâs gaze, something Kevin barely catches himself. She looks at the two of them. Opens her mouth to say something. A scolding, maybe.
Then closes it, her eyebrows furrowing.
//
The first time he coughs up a stem, he cuts up his throat so badly he canât talk.
Perhap's its for the best. He feels uncharacteristically irritable about the whole thing, as the rose thorns hook into his throat and restrict his breath.....
âAyusoâŚ?â Edgar calls out, and he sounds surprisingly⌠small. It pisses him off.Â
âJust-â Kevin draws in a long breath, holding his head in his hands,Â
Edgar lingers in the doorway for a few seconds, blinking dully. He looks away, âI was going to ask if youâre alright.â He says, sounding short with him. âI thoughtâŚ.â He trails off, stares at him for a long time. His gaze burns into Kevinâs skin
âNevermind,â Edgar grumbles, and pushes past him. Itâs with a harsh shove, and some smarter part of Kevin thinks he might deserve it. But some ugly, more stubborn part of him only makes him angrier.Â
//
....
âOf course I know what hanahaki is,â Edgar says, and the door closes with more force the necessary, âThe droll hopeless romantics in the arts donât know how to shut up about it.â
âYou donât hate me?â Kevinâs heart swells.
âWhy would I hate you?â Edgar wrinkles his nose at him, âYouâre annoying, and I wish youâd learn how to shut the hell up. But thats really not different than any of the other dumbasses that populate this manor."
Unsure of whether or not to be relieved or to scold the man, Kevin laughs. He feels light headed.
âWant to hear somethinâ funny?â Kevin doesn't wait for a reply, âI donâtâŚ. think I hate you.â
Edgar takes a moment to process that. Then laughs at him. Loudly, and full body. Itâs sharp on his ear, and as ugly as it is pretty. Perfect, for a man like Valden, âThat's what youâre so worked up about?â He asks, and steps forward to look him over.Â
âYouâre fuckinâ-â
âYouâre throwing around children's insults and throwing up flower petals over the fact you might not hate me. Ayuso thatâs- Ridiculous. Tell me you see how ridiculous that is,â He says, and his smile is hidden behind his hand. Kevin feels ill looking at it. Because even when heâs mocking him, that smile causes his stomach to turn and nerves to creep under his skin.Â
(His smile is, while at first perplexed, otherwise sincere. Itâs something rare to see on the man.)
And he- he doesnât understand. Edgar doesnât know. He doesnât understand what this means for Kevin, he doesnât understand the severity of that acknowledgement.Â
Kevin barely understands what this means for himself.Â
Kevin lunges forward and grabs him by the shirt. He kisses him.
Edgar looks startled. At first, he panics, and Kevin has acute awareness of the way his hand grabs at his shirt and wrist. He doesnât pull away
But eventually, he calms as Kevin does. His hand moves from his chest to his jaw, cupping his cheek like it actually means something to him. His hands are soft, and Kevinâs are not. Kevinâs lips are chapped, and Edgarâs are sweet. It causes guilt and disgust to rest in his gut all the same, and instead of rage, it just sinks and sits there.Â
When he pulls away, Edgar is giving him a distant, careful look.Â
Kevin stares at him with exhaustion, pale in the face and ill in the stomach.
âOh. You taste like blood. Come here.â Edgar says, and his hand lingers on top of Kevinâs wrist, on his cheek, thumb against the corner of his lip,
Edgar kisses him again. It doesnât help, but Kevin still indulges in it like it does.
...
When Kevin breaks away, heâs shaking.
Guilt. Disgust. Anger. Discomfort. There are butterflies in his stomach, like the first time [his lady I forgot her name] grabbed his hand and smiled at him.
Fuck.
He pulls away, and he vomits.
Edgar is quiet this time. Thereâs no mockery, and no cruelty. He watches him with a blank expression on his face, hand drifting like he's unsure whether or not he wants to touch him again. Then, he kneels down next to him. A warm body against his side, a soft hand on his back, rubbing right up between his shoulder blades.
âHey,â Edgar says, âGo to bed, Ayuso. We can talk later.â
His eyes burn.
Edgar helps him over into bed, and sits on the edge of it until he falls asleep.Â
They donât talk about it.
//
He tries to talk to Patricia about it.
âMother once told me that love was something you chose to do. People think they fall in love. And maybe thereâs some honesty to that. But love is conditional. Itâs as much of a choice as cruelty,â Patricia says. She looks toward him, frowns, âBut I will admit. You seem to have been born strictly to challenge that idea.â
Kevin canât help himself. A smile hesitantly pulls onto his lips, and he says, âYâthink?â
âThatâs not a compliment. Moron,â Her tongue clicks against her teeth, but her eyes soften on him.
âI donât know. It sort of sounded like one.â
...
"Listen, Kevin. And I am begging you to listen closely. Because I'm going to tell you something I wish, more then anything, someone had told me," She struts forward, placing her hands on either side of his cheek. The touch is gentle, but firm, guiding his gaze to hers. She has to gaze up at him to look him in the eye, but when that meets, hers narrows on his with an almost predatory look.
But then it falls. Her lips twitch down, and her hands fall, "It's okay."
He laughs, "That's it?"
She considers her next words carefully. Instead of snapping back at him, there's a patient, creeping look to her eye, "It's okay that you're uncomfortable with this."
And his blood runs cold.
Something must change about his expression, then. Because she sways forward again, closer than before. She swallows, slow and collected, "It's okay to feel disgusted with yourself, and it's okay to feel guilty. That's outside of your control. I need you to think about that, because I know you don't understand it. What you're feeling now is- it's fine. It's just... Fine. But if you sit there and let it eat you alive then you're better off dead."
....
He coughs.
And coughs again, . Heâs struck with a sudden wave of exhaustion.
He ... Sits down. He feels winded.
He holds his head in his hands.
"I don't think this was ever about Valden," He says, and his hand scratches at his throat.
"Maybe not," Patricia shrugs, "Maybe it was. You'll have to be the one to figure that out.â
//
He extends an olive branch.
"Do you wanna come drinkin' with me tonight," Kevin asks, and he holds back a grimace as he asks.Â
Edgar looks at him weirdly, "Not really," He says, too fast for Kevin's heart to handle. But then he continues. Not in any consideration of Kevinâs immediate heartbreak, but because he muses outloud to himself more than he doesnât, "It gets too loud in Demi's bar. That room is too damn small sometimes. That doesn't sound even remotely relaxing."
Kevin pauses.
"It can just be us," he offers, and takes a small step forward, "I ain't exactly picky about where I drink. If the bar is too loud I can come on up to your room, or you can come up to mine."
"..." Edgar turns to look at him, and his gaze glimmers with a curious interest, "Why don't you come by my studio tonight with some wine."
For a minute, the guilt in his heart is replaced by those soft, lovely butterflies that scatter and crawl about.Â
âAlright.â
//
....
âOh, itâs you,â Edgar wipes away the paint off his arms, and nods him into the room. Kevin offers him a suspicious, quiet look, but steps forward.
âHurt my heart, Valden. Soundinâ so disappointed I showed up.â
âI didnât actually think you would,â Edgar says, like an admittance, âSit down.â
Kevin does.
âI hope you donât mind if I paint you while we drink,â Edgar says, pouring the wine Kevin brought into two cups. And Kevin - he grunts.
âNow I didnât exactly remember that beinâ part of the deal.â
âSucks.â
Edgar extends the cup out for him to take. Kevin does. Their fingers brush, and Kevinâs entire arm buzz with the nerves that come from it.
Edgar works in silence, for the most part. Itâs awkward, and uncomfortable. Kevin falls into sharp coughing fits, and Edgar without fail will wrinkle his nose at him, come on over, and wordlessly tilt his head back to the position he wants him in. His touches are soft, and careful. Calculated in a way that Kevin doesnât often see on him. The wine aside, Edgar has tea prepared for him, which surprises him. Given that Kevin arrived so late, itâs mostly luke-warm. Edgar doesnât bother mentioning or apologizing for that.Â
He finishes off a glass of wine. Then another. It just further succeeds in giving him that uncomfortable, sticky feeling heâs never been good at handling.
Edgar stares at him, and Kevin feels that gaze crawling across his skin. The room isnât warm, but it might as well be.
âIâve never been good at portraits,â Edgar admits to him, suddenly, his gaze lowering to his pallet. Kevin waits for him to continue, but realizes that on his on he probably wonât.
Despite himself, he prompts him.
....
His gaze is tired. His figure is stiff, âIâm not good at this, Ayuso. Iâve never been good at this. So Iâll be forward. I donât know why youâre here, and itâs really hard to convince myself of any explanation that seems reasonable.â
Kevin's throat itches. Edgar looks up at him.
âWhat are you asking me, then?â
âI donât know.â Kevin says, âI donât even really know what I want outtâa this, if Iâm beinâ honest with you.â
Edgar rubs his eyes. It seems tired, âFuck me, youâre so fucking stupid sometimes,â
Kevin feels that anger, that kneejerk horror, and he moves to stand. Thereâs a snarl on his lip before he knows it, as the embarrassment passes over him
âNo, no. Jesus- Get that look off your face, I wasnât insulting you. You just- Are.â Edgarâs jaw sets. His paintbrush slams down, and with it, Kevin stills. He looks like he has a headache, âYou are.â He repeats, sharply, and more firm.
âHow is callinâ me stupid not an insult?!âÂ
âWhat else am I supposed to call you when you act like this!?âÂ
Kevin stares at him in disbelief, and Edgar throws his hands up in the air. He holds his head in his hands and closes his eyes, and thereâs this short, uncomfortable silence between the two of them. It passes. It always passes.Â
Kevin gets up to leave.
Edgar catches his hand and stare at him. Kevin hadn't realized he could move that fast, or maybe that he'd been approaching him to begin with. Kevin turns to snap at him, but when their eyes meet he feels it all die out.
âSit down,â Edgar says
Kevin.... sits.
[The note in my drafts here just said "Second Base" With no other context]
He feels. Guilt. For for wanting him like this.Â
And, above all else, guilt at placing himself in Edgarâs life. Guilt for his feelings.
He coughs.Â
Kevin nudges Edgar off of him, and for a moment Edgarâs eyes flash with panic and - To Kevinâs mild horror, betrayal. But Kevin doesnât have time to sit on it. He rolls over and, as heâs become so accustomed to, hacks and coughs until vomit and blood and whole flowers pool out of his mouth. At first in chunks, and then and into a puddle on the otherwise clean cloth. It tastes like rot in his mouth, stinks like the mush thrown at hogs.Â
When he comes back down from it all, Edgar is next to him folded on his kneeâs. He has a hand between his shoulder blades, tracing sweet little lines into his back.Â
When Kevin breathâs again, heâs surprised.Â
His hand is still near his mouth, covered in the ugly [visceral] and gore.Â
Kevin thinkâs Edgar will leave him as he did before, especially when he leaves his side and mumbles about not needing to do anything tonight. But to his surprise, he comes back. He has a rag in his hand, stained by paint but otherwise clean, and a cup of water. Edgar takes his hands between his own again and mindfully begin to clean it. His nose wrinkles up when his hands touch a little too close to the gunk, but to Kevinâs surprise, he still works to clean them.
Itâs been a while since anyoneâs done that for Kevin.
He feels emptier for it.
...
âDidnât think someone like you would have the stomach for this,â Kevin says, eventually, when his body no longer betrays him.
â... My sister used to get sick when she was younger,â Edgar says,Â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â He looks ahead, rather than at Kevin, âThe maids were supposed to take care of her, but IâŚâ Edgar trails off, his fingers twitching. Kevin doesnât push him about it. He has a few stories of his own that he wouldnât want told.
âSorry âbout your uh-âÂ
Edgar looks down at the vile, and wrinkles his nose, âWhy are you apologizing? Itâs just spare bedsheets. They were probably Balsaâs anyway,âÂ
They sit in silence.
Kevin is the one to leave.
//
What he hates most, he thinks, is that Edgar isnât wrong. Kevin canât deny his own attraction to the man at this point. Thatâs why he was here, wasnât it? And thereâs such shame in that. He was better than that.Â
He doesnât have a defense for himself. He says, "Is it hard to believe I find you kind of- I donât know. Youâre interesting?"
Edgar's nose wrinkles. His face blanks over. God that's - infuriating. He does that when he realizes he's not going to be getting his way, that he's maybe not as right as he thought he was. Kevin knows this because Kevin's argued with him before, "What could you possibly find fascinating about me?"
âI donât know yet,â He answers, weakly, and Edgar gives him a look with disbelief so thick he can cut through it. His throat feels dry. Not even the stuffy, clogged dry that could get him out of this, but instead an uncomfortable, distant feeling that has him falling silent and still. He wants to raise his hands up and touch them to the other man's shoulders, but just as much, he finds his hand paralyzed at his sides.
Edgar tries to take pity on him.
âAyuso, thatâs not- Itâs not an accusation,â Edgar says, slowly, âItâs just what it is.â
Kevin draws a long breath in. It's patient, and careful, "You were okay with me using you like that?"
"You weren't using me," Edgar sounds annoyed, but thereâs confusion there, "I want to fuck you. If I didnât want to fuck you, I wouldnât be here.â
Kevin flinches at the vulgarity of it. Maybe it's just how sharply it contrasts the emotions of the conversation, but he - He does flinch.
...
Edgar steps closer, so that they can sit next to one another. He's still and uncomfortable. "Okay."
Kevin laces their fingers together.
There's no guilt for that.
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So i'm reading your yandere/hypnosis post and i get to Vil being utterly jealous enough to try on Rook; and it makes me think about his drive and the second place club lol (Leona, Jamil and Vil) like D: poor them they're always outranked by that ooonnee person! Can our boys catch a break? whether that person knows or not I always tend to feel bad--especially for Vil since i remember his inner speech in book 5 and the fact that his most trusted person ended up being such a big fan of the person who makes him feel like second best. wait i love rookvil i think i made myself sad LOL NOoo--aahh I rambled im sorry, i guess the main question i wanna ask is what do you think about those particular three always having to come second to their respective counterparts? I think your opinions and insight is so interesting that i'd like to know your thoughts on this! and you don't have to answer for all three characters if you dont wanna I was just curious on your thoughts! Anyways, have a good day and stay hydrated! it's hot this summer oof
Anon! Took some time to get back to you as well, sorry for the late reply. Summer is already over, but itâs still SO HOTâŚ
Without diving into just how much I love the ending of book5 and the whole Rook-Vil-Neige thing (I feel like I talk about it all the time LOL)⌠It is interesting how these Vil, Jamil and Leona always get to be second best, isnât it? But ironically, I donât think I ever grouped them in my head based on this. Maybe itâs because of how different their situations are? But also now that I think about itâŚ
Vil isnât better than Neige, and he tries to be better by working hard.
Jamil is better than Kalim, but he canât be better because of his status.
Leona may or may not be better than Falena in some ways, but he doesnât even bother.
Ignoring the fact that this âbetterâ is always subjective and in actuality things are more complex than that⌠and also trying not to sound like an armchair therapist thatâs just telling anime boys âyou should have done this you idiotâ, but.
Jamil got the most development in that sense because this internal conflict is very straightforward, in fact, he was the easiest one to describe with these little sentences I just wrote. Jamil wants to stop pretending to be worse than he is, he wants to work hard and to show how great he is without being forced to get worse results than Kalim. He is only the second best because he consciously allows Kalim to be the best whenever he is given this choice. And he isnât always given a choice: a lot of times the system decides for him, just like when Crowley chose Kalim to be the housewarden. Still, even in that situation, Jamil knows for a fact the shape, the density and the nature of this ceiling he canât break, heâs been aware of it for his entire life. This is why itâs easy to pinpoint moments of Jamilâs growth: when he expresses how much he hates pretending to be worse than Kalim, when he says that he wonât hold back anymore, when he gets to dance and rap at VDC as a lead-vocalist and, ironically, when he gets scolded by Leona in ch6 (I have some issues with their sub-story, but still).
With Vil, the difficult part is to understand what exactly he understands as âbeautyâ: I mentioned it in a bunch of Vil-centric posts, but weâve seen how in-canon he was described as too beautiful, therefore not as relatable as Neige. So this isnât about beauty, and in a way I think this isnât about Neige either. This is about Vilâs own feeling of self-worth and self-expression, and how people perceive him; Neige is just a very good point of reference, a good metric, especially considering that they always end up being compared to each other and that comparing numbers of followers is easy and seemingly objective (which is a cruel trap a lot of people fall for).
What Iâm trying to say is that Vil isnât fully and constantly aware of âthe shape of this ceilingâ, or rather why he canât reach Neige; this is why we had that ending to his book. This isnât solely about skill or quality, but those are the main things Vil focuses on.
And Leona⌠I am not sure about him, to be honest, because it boils down to one problem that I have with him: I am not sure what he wants.
Itâs easy to compare him to Jamil because it seems like his issue lies in being frustrated with the system: he will never be the first because Falena is literally the first born son. But I donât think itâs fair to compare a prince with a servant like that, because even though Leona wouldnât be the king, he still has a lot of power and opportunities, and weâve seen Falena valuing his strong points and expressing that he wants Leona to help him. One might even say that he invited Leona to be by his side, as a brother and an equal. But this isnât what Leona wants in actuality, is it?
His âceilingâ seems to be obvious, but I guess his actual frustrations lie elsewhere, and those are kind of difficult to see because of how inconsistent he is. But maybe itâs just me being frustrated with his character again lol
I am replying so late because I really thought I would have some kind of conclusion about this whole thing, but it seems like I donât lol Still, it was an interesting topic to think about.
Thank you for your ask! <3
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Do you think i made it inside your house?
this story has some lines from popular halloween movies!
this is based on the songs
This story contains MURDER. This story is pretty long and English is not my first language! Not proofread.
Warnings- Murder, mentions of blood, angst, crying, stalking and i think thats it?
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It was close to October, the stores were halloween themed and the cold breeze with the scent of pumpkin spice would fill your nostrils each morning you'd awake.
You'd go to your nearest coffee shop to buy your favorite coffee. A pumpkin spice latte cold or warm, which ever you chose it really didnt matter because, the only reason you had gon the last few days was because there was this guy.
His name was Christopher, you found him attractive. But unfortunately you were unlucky and he had already been in a relationship.
You would only want him to serve you but you were to embarrassed to even order infront of him, he'd obviously catch onto this pretty quickly and one day he asked you to hang out,
as friends but you said you were busy.
You suddenly felt envy towards him and his girlfriend everytime they'd hang out at the coffee shop during his breaks.
One night, you cried all eight full hours because you felt like you weren't enough or pretty enough for him.
That sadness quickly turned into hatred and jealousy.
The week after that, on a Friday you found yourself digging up your backyard to hide a fucking body.
How it happened. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ý
Ever since that night you cried, you wouldn't stop having dreams of Chris' girlfriend dead right on her living room floor as Chris was at the store getting snacks for both of them.
You had pretty much picked up the sign that maybe you should act on what your dreaming about.
You had been looking at where she goes to find the perfect moment to get rid of her, everyone as in your thoughts believed she was most vulnerable at her own home, Alone.
You saw she never acted on her thoughts and was only nice when Chris was around. Maybe she did infact deserve to be gone.
Yeah, "violence isn't always the answer" you thought. But isn't it sometimes? You tried so hard to gaslight yourself into believing you werent a bad person if you murdered someone just because she was a dick to other people and dated the guy you liked.
You followed her for three days straight and she rarely left her house unless it meant meeting up with your future boyfriend, Chris.
And once when you were following her, she realized it.
"Are you fucking following me?" She spat getting some of her damn spit on your face. Gross.
"What? No im waiting for my friends" You lied straight out of your teeth.
"Let's not lie hon, the only reason your following me is because you like MY boyfriend Chris so bad and you want to be me. But lets be honest, with the amount of depression and loneliness you hold, your future is absolute shit." She said.
Yeah she may have gagged but you wanted to stab her throat right there and then. If it weren't for all these morons watching the scene her guts would have been entirely ripped out of her stomach.
You walked away from her slowly going to this random group of people you didn't know,
But quickly went back to following her home.
It darkened quite quickly and you quietly entered through the open bathroom window. "What a fucking idiot" you thought.
She was on call with Chris completely ignoring what he was saying,
"hey, are you listening?" he said sweetly.
"yeah! of course" she said sarcastically.
You'd watched her every move, if she even moved an inch you'd want to drop kick this hoe into god knows where.
"hey, chris, i always feel somebody's watching me. i dont know why." she said, clearly scared of some presence always watching her every move.
They eventually hung up and you walked closer to her, my boots would creek everytime you'd move but you wouldn't complain.
"Who's thereâ˝" she asked afraid to actually go and see.
She quickly locked her house through her phone.
Keeping your ghostface role you gave her a call from an unknown number,
"Who's this?" she asked in a rude tone.
"Do you think i made it inside your house before you could rearm?" you asked with my voice changer.
She hung up, scared. You could see it in her watery brown almost black eyes she was afraid. But you couldn't care less and acted on proceeding with your plans.
You went up behind her and ran your knife straight on her lower abdomen. She screamed so loud you bashed her head right on her marble counter causing her to drop on her floor. You continued to stab her on her stomach and on her chest, watching her choke on her own blood gave you some type of satisfaction.
Maybe you were insane or maybe you liked watching people you hated suffer to death.
She tried yelling but wasn't able to because of how you cut her throat. Ear to ear.
You didn't give a fuck about the mess in her house but you took her lifeless pale body and tossed it into and trash can. You dragged it towards your house and to your backyard and began to dig up a hole to the size of her body.
You had a crippling anxiety of getting caught but did it matter at this given moment? absolutely fucking not.
You threw her body in the hole and covered it then went inside your house but right when you opened your door, you saw a pale chris standing inside your house.
"Who are you? you killed her. you fucking psycho." he spat clearly angry and horrified.
He tried walking out but you pushed him making fall and slide back on the floor.
"Dont fucking start with me because im not afraid to end another life!" you threatened.
He moved back as you stepped closer,
"P-please no!" he stuttered.
"No one wants you to die sweetheart, but sometimes you dont really have choice." you said while holding your knife against his pale, creamy skinned neck.
"I won't snitch! please!" he begged as he squirmed to get out of your tight hold.
"stop fucking moving!" you spat cutting open his neck as his warm dark red blood spilled everywhere.
You were in awe as he chokes on his own blood trying to breathe but can't. You started to feel bad but sometimes you can grieve over the stuff you should and shouldn't have done.
And suddenly you found yourself sobbing, trying to find a way to help yourself stop what you did but you couldn't. There was absolutely nothing to justify both of the murders you committed that night.
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HIIII a little inspired by đanon....can i request himeru going out for some drinks with his s/o (not necessarily alcohol) (at least in s/o's case) and when himeru gets drunk he suddenly becomes more affectionate and shows more pda, making his s/o super flustered >_< FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF U DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING THIS BTW

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pairing â himeru x gn ! reader
synopsis â due to rinnes amazing manipulation tactics, himeru gets really drunk and youâre on watch duty.
warnings â established relationship, fluff fluff fluff, himeru refers to himself using âiâ 1 time, drinking obv, readers pronouns arent mentioned but he does call them gorgeous, crazy:b cameo
authors note â im SOOOO sorry this took so long for me to write!! im in vacation rn and ive been movint all around so ive only been able to write at night, but its finally done!!
word count â 1.1k
It was Rinneâs idea to celebrate with going out.
âItâs a big event! You donât just drop an album everyday of the week, do you Merumeru??â he claimed.
Even though everyone was aware that he just wanted an excuse to get piss drunk and fuck with all his friends.
Which is exactly how you and himeru ended up in this situation.
Rinne, as per usual, was drunk and embarrassing the entire group. After he had coaxed almost everybody (you and (obviously) Kohaku being the exceptions), into having some sort of drink, you were stuck babysitting.
Niki was slouched over poor Kohaku crying about how Rinne is a âblood sucking leechâ (Nikiâs words, not his) and Rinne was talking to his fourth girl of the night and this time he was determined to get in this ones pants.
You let out a pathetic sigh at the situation and look over at your boyfriend Himeru, who has been silent with a very noticeable blush on his face since Rinne practically manipulated him into drinking. He seemed like he was lost in thought, staring off into space. You put your hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality.
âHey, are you alright? You zoned out there..â
Himeru looks over at your comment and looks right into your eyes, his cheeks flare even more red than before. His pupils slightly dilate, but you donât catch that in the moment. But what you do notice, is the crooked grin that appears on his face when you two lock eyes.
âHiâhic- baby.â he stutters out while putting his head on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your torso. His left hand ends up on the side of your upper thigh and the right on your lower back. Your neck flushes red up to your cheeks and you turn your head so that he doesnât notice.
But he does notice. Yeah he notices, alright. And he all but engraved that image of that image of your flustered state into your mind.
Your eyes that just so happened to away from his golden ones as soon as they both meet, your hands that âaccidentallyâ start fidgeting together, your leg that coincidentally started bouncing up and down as soon as his fingertips graze it.
yeah, what a coincidence.
Whilst Himeru is having his borderline epiphany, you finally build up the courage to look back at your blue haired boyfriend. You take in his current state. His golden eyes that usually hold a look of sternness, have resorted to, in simpler terms, puppy dog eyes. His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows raised, he looked almost surprised.
âH-hi Himeru..â You nervously smile at him and slightly press your hand to his shoulder. He takes the hint and sits back up in the booth you both were sat in. All without breaking eye contact. He stares into your eyes and doesnât say a word before smashing his lips onto yours. You squint as the throbbing from your teeth being smashed together flows throughout your entire body. Even so, sudden expression of love takes you by surprise, but you melt into it as your hands find their way to the sides of his heads. His hands dance from his side to your thighs as they eventually find their place back to their waist, where they always end up.
As you both pull away and catch your breath, you pull him back into a kiss. This time, heâs the one shocked, as youâre not one to do such an act of affection in public, but his lips eventually start to move in a rhythm that matches yours. What really takes him by surprise though, is when you fall over on your back into the booth and pull him on top of you. The kiss separates and erupts into a fit of giggles from both parties.
You sit up from your position and lean against the wall of the booth. Himeru gets up too and sits normally while looking at you. You both take a minute to breathe and take in the current situation. Both of your faces are burning red, but youâre pretty sure his is mostly from the alcohol ingested in his system. His hair is slightly messy from your hands and his shirt is wrinkled from the previous various positions. His lips are red and slightly swollen from all the kissing. You look down at yourself and attempt to evaluate your own state, which is basically the same as his.
âyouâre so gorgeous.â
It was quiet. Nearly a whisper, and if you werenât paying very close attention, you wouldnât have caught it. But you did, and it made you snap your head to look at him so fast, you thought you pulled a muscle in your neck. The words made your knees go weak, so much so that youâre certainly sure that if you were standing you would fall over. Your cheeks flush red and by instinct you take your hands to cover it. This caused quite a stir out of Himeru and he quickly reached his hand to grab yours before he even knew what he was doing.
âplease donât cover your face.â He pleads. It takes you by surprise seeing him ask such a thing since he usually has his guard up at all times, and overall just wouldnât usually say something like this. You bring your hands down slowly and look him in the eyes. He giggles at your slightly surprised expression and puts his face really close to yours. At first you thought he was leaning in to kiss you, but Himeru had other ideas.
âI love you.â
Though the room was crowded, it felt as if you two were the only ones there. The words he whispered right against your lips were only for you to know that night. Your lips crack into a smile as you run your hands through his hair for the nth time that night and pull him into a kiss. It wasnât like the other ones though, quick and eager, no, this one was slow. Though silent, this kiss spoke a million words between you two, the way it usually was.
Somewhere in the restaurant, Nikiâs currently doing some dumb shit with Rinne on one side of his encouraging whatever heâs doing, with Kohaku on the other side trying to stop him (and stop Rinne in the meantime). Kohaku goes to make an attempt to ask Himeru to help him, but it quickly disappointed when he sees his out of character-like state and your flushed face. He sighs and switches his attention back to the two drunken idiots heâs stuck babysitting.
#ensemble stars#ensemble stars x reader#enstars#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x you#enstars x you#himeru#himeru x reader#seri writes
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i finished it ....!!!!! no title because i cant think of one and its just called radiation in my gdocs đ cw for self harm, blood, death, kind of unhealthy ideas about love ... wc is around 1.4k! ^_^ i had a lot of fun writing this so im glad to have somewhere to put it now . the entire thing utc!
ACUTE RADIATION SICKNESS IS A COLLECTION OF HEALTH EFFECTS THAT ARE CAUSED BY BEING EXPOSED TO HIGH AMOUNTS OF IONIZING RADIATION IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME.
When Arthur is lucid again, he finds himself in the mall, twirling his sword deeper into the hole heâs begun to drill into the floor.Â
The clock on the banged-up PC near to him reads midnight, January 1st, 1999. He can hear the drone whirring in the food court, Amir playing away at his arcade games, Lettieâs rats scuttling around in the hall. Everything is as it should be.Â
But Arthurâs mind is stuck in the past â the future? â still hung up on the sight of Lorenâs blood on the glass, the tang of his blood in his mouth, the lingering weight of their consciousness sidled up next to his own as they walked him out of the reactor. A devotion he doesnât deserve. A gentleness so sweet it makes him ache.
A set of footsteps come to a stop in front of him. Arthur is torn between wanting to meet their gaze and being wholly unable to.
âHey,â Loren says, offering him a wan smile.
âHey, yourself,â he says in reply. Idly, his gaze catches on the shallow curve of their smile, and he thinks again of the reactor, the way they looked at him, spoke to him.Â
For a moment, they just stand there in silence. His sword twirls against the floor. Their metal claw taps incessantly against their thigh.
âHappy birthday, by the way,â Arthur says, eventually.
Their eyes widen a fraction, and their lips split into a sharp, toothy grin, canines catching on their lower lip. âYou remembered?â
He returns their smile, but canât look them directly in the eye. âCourse I did. Thatâs what friends do, isnât it?â
âFriends,â they echo, as if gauging how the word feels in their mouth. It leaves a bitter taste in his. âYeah, I guess it is.â
Arthur swallows down the lump in his throat, and stifles his meager hope with it, colder still than the new year chill.
SYMPTOMS CAN START WITHIN AN HOUR OF EXPOSURE, AND CAN LAST FOR SEVERAL MONTHS.
Winter melts into spring. Lettie scolds Loren for not changing the bandages on their hand â dios mĂo, youâre just like a child â and the group of them finally manage to sit together for that game of Fables and Frontiers that Amirâs been wanting to play.Â
Loren comes back to the mall smelling of a dizzying mix of flowers and gunpowder. They set their pistol down on a table and sit next to him, close enough that Arthur can see the moles that dot their face â on their temple, the bridge of their nose, their cupidâs bow.Â
He rubs a bit of dirt off their cheek with his thumb. An unconscious action, as natural as the spin of his sword against the floor. He tries not to think of the way they lean into his touch, tries not to cup their face just a little longer.
A moment passes, and they pull away. They turn from him, their attention stolen by something else, someone else, somewhere else. Drifterâs gotta drift, as Quincy would say â Arthur knows too well about birds in cages and dogs on leashes, so he starts tallying out all he would give to drift along with them, instead.
âGo on,â he says, a smile lifting up the corner of his lips. âYou have that look on your face again. Donât let me hold you up.â
They glance back at him, hesitant. â...Okay,â they concede. âI wonât be long. Wait for me?â
âOf course,â he replies, as if there was ever any doubt.
Their hand slips out of his â when did they do that? Why didnât he notice? â and he watches them leave. The sunlight spilling in through the skylight hits them just right, and for a fleeting moment, the air leaves Arthurâs lungs.
THE SPEED OF SYMPTOM ONSET IS RELATED TO RADIATION EXPOSURE, WITH GREATER DOSES RESULTING IN A SHORTER DELAY IN SYMPTOM ONSET.
As the summer sun sets over the horizon, Arthur watches as Loren wipes the blood off his sword before they head back to the mall. He sits beside them, idly tapping his finger against his thigh along to whatever shitty pop song is playing over the parkâs techrotted speakers.Â
They sit in silence, and he just watches the way their hands move back and forth, and back and forth. In another life, this would have been romantic. And if they were anyone else anytime else, maybe they wouldâve called each other lovers.Â
But thereâs a part of him that believes he doesnât want to be anyone else or want anyone else but them. Thereâs a part of him that really quite likes them here, now, covered in blood and grime on an even bloodier and grimier bench.
Alas.
âAll done,â Loren says, placing his sword back in its scabbard and putting it on his lap. They let out a soft breath, their gaze flickering over the rest of the park as the street lamps flicker on. âThereâs a place like this in Duviri, you know. I think youâd like it there.â
âYeah?â he muses. âMaybe you should take me there sometime.â
A laugh, light and short and airy. â...Maybe. If I find a way to take you with me.â
Arthur allows himself to entertain the thought, and his gaze softens as he notices Loren seemingly doing the same, too.
âLetâs take the long way back,â he says.Â
They blink up at him, watching him stand and adjust the sword strapped to his back. âOkay. What for?â
He swallows down both the lump in his throat and the words he knows heâs going to regret later. âJust to make sure we shake off any patrols tailing us,â he says, a half-truth, and pragmatic enough an excuse that Loren nods in agreement. Heâs known them long enough to know they wouldâve agreed regardless â that they would put his sword up to their throat themself if he asked them to. Butcher and livestock, executioner and criminal.Â
It scares him, sometimes. But he offers his hand to help them up and squeezes them tighter when they donât let go.Â
IN THE FOLLOWING HOURS OR WEEKS, INITIAL SYMPTOMS MAY SEEM TO IMPROVE â
Lorenâs hand sits just inches away from his own on the railing.Â
Theyâre busy watching the fireworks, their face lighting up in vibrant blues and reds and yellows. A small smile tugs the corner of their lips upwards as they turn to him and catch him staring.Â
Arthur returns their smile, his gaze lingering on their eyes, their lips, then drifting downwards â their glove is wet and sticky, and leaves a red stain on the railing where their hand sits.
â...Are you okay?â they ask, their eyebrows furrowing.
âAre you?âÂ
âOf course I amâŚâ they trail off, pulling their hand closer to themself. It leaves red skid marks on the metal that has his stomach churning.
â BEFORE THE DEVELOPMENT OF ADDITIONAL SYMPTOMS â
âCan⌠I see?â he asks.
They hem and haw. Their eyes flicker around, looking anywhere but him, even as they wordlessly offer their hand to him like a puzzle piece sliding into its place, warm and slick with blood.Â
âI wish youâd stop doing this,â he mutters.
âSorry,â they reply.
âI just want to know why you do it,â he continues.
âSorryâŚâ they reply.
â AFTER WHICH, EITHER DEATH
âThat wasnât an answer,â he says lightly, hoping to coax a laugh out of them. Instead, their face only seems to crumple further. âHey, you donât have toââ
âItâs a gift. From you,â they say eventually. They flex their hand, the wound oozing onto his palm. âIt helps me remember you. And I like it, soâŚâ
His other hand comes up to cover theirs. âIt must be a really shitty gift, then,â he says.Â
They laugh hollowly. âNo, itâs good,â they say. âIt makes me think of you.â
âI donât want you to hurt for me,â he says with a frown.Â
They smile wanly. âIt doesnât hurt. Really.â
âEven so.â His hand trails upwards to their cheek, tracing the scar cutting across their face with his thumb. He smears their own blood on them, stark red against their pale skin, and they lean into his touch.Â
Somewhere else, the new yearâs countdown starts in earnest. They lean closer to him, their head against his neck, his arm around their waist. He thinks of the reactor. Their consciousness sidled up next to his in his own head â the open secret sits between them, warm and tender and unignorable as an open wound.Â
This time, he holds them close and doesnât pull away.
OR RECOVERY FOLLOW.
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Zero Base One
why you break up as Taylor swift songs
Hanbin and Mathew
Hanbin
âI never was ready so I watch you goâ
Champagne problems
You and Hanbin have been engaged for the past year you held out on setting a date but it had gotten to the point where you could no longer lie to yourself or hanbin. It was time to be honest even if it meant losing the one person you truly loved â"Say it again... I think I must have misheard you," Hanbin's voice quivers, his words tumbling out. "I... I don't think I'm ready to get married... I'm not sure if I ever will be," your voice barely audible, almost lost in the air. He turns away, his back facing you, and takes in a deep breath before turning back, stepping closer, and gently grasping your hands in his.
"I thought you wanted this. I thought you were excited about planning the wedding. Did I do something wrong?" His words rush out, filled with confusion and pain.
"No, Hanbin, it's not anything you did. You're the perfect boyfriend, and you would make an amazing husband... just not for me," you utter, trying to hold back tears. Hanbin's face is streaked with tears, and he struggles to suppress his quiet whimpers.
"We don't have to get married. We can wait. I can wait as long as you need," he pleads, reaching out to caress your face.
You bite your lip, pulling away from him, your heart heavy. "I'm never going to be ready, Hanbin. I'm sorry. You deserve someone who will give you everything you want, but that person isn't me. I'll come by tomorrow while you're at work to pick up my things. I'm sorry." With a quick grab of your keys, you rush out before Hanbin has a chance to respond, leaving him behind, consumed by his emotions.
Mathew
âIf I never blushed then they couldâve never whispered about thisâ
2.Wouldâve,couldâve,shouldâve
You felt your heart drop as you read the headline âbreaking! Zero base one Mathew dating non celebrityâ you quickly pull up the article and see the pictures captured of you two taken on the only date in public after his debut. You were naive to think that Mathew wouldnât be recognized in that outfit and face mask.
You scroll down and see all the comments from netizens.
âthis is a betrayal to all the fans who love and support himâ
âThat girl definitely wanted the fame sheâs not even trying to hide her faceâ
âMathew should be removed from the group im worried he will bring down the groupâ
âHe couldâve at least payed for his girlfriends plastic surgery how embarrassing sheâs too fucking uglyâ
In a frantic rush, Mathew raced to your house after catching sight of the news. Ignoring the incessant calls and messages from his company, you were what he was worried about he hoped that you hadn't subjected yourself to the hurtful comments, he believed that none of this was your burden to bear simply for loving him. He pounded on your door relentlessly until you finally opened it, but the sight that greeted him tore at his heart. Worry flooded his eyes as he took in your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks âBaby, it's alright. We can overcome this," he whispered, pulling you into his embrace and tenderly rubbing your back. "No, no, no. We can't fix it now. I'm sorry for ever interfering with your career," you choked out, his chest tightened at your words. You were the person he cherished most in the entire world, and he would do anything to alleviate your pain. Meanwhile, his phone repeatedly buzzed with calls from his company, desperately trying to reach him.
You withdrew from his arms, wiping away your tears. "Mathew, tell them we're not dating. Tell them I was the one who approached you," you say, his brows furrowed with a mix of emotions. "Why would I do that? I'm prepared to face any consequences. I knew this day would come eventually, and I refuse to let go of you for the sake of my career," he retorted firmly, his determination unwavering.
"Don't be stupid... they're right. We shouldn't be together. I don't deserve you. I'm the reason you're enduring this hate. This is the last thing I ever wanted... Let's break up," your voice trembled, cracking with the weight of your last words. "No, please don't do this. We can find a way to fix this. The fans and the company will move on. I can't lose you like this... I'll give it all up. You're the love of my life, and I can't face this world without you by my side," he pleaded desperately, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he awaited your response.
Your hands pushed him away, forcefully distancing yourself. "Mathew, please leave. Don't make this any harder for me. This is your dream, Don't sacrifice it for me. I could never live with the guilt," you urged, your voice filled with anguish. "No, you are my dream! I don't need to be an idol but I need you âhe said desperately, his voice quivering and his eyes brimming with tears.
"Get out, please," you pushed him roughly towards the door, your words laced with anguish. "Baby, no, please don't do this," his voice trembled as tears streamed down his face. âGo talk to your company tell them weâre not together I love you Matt and thatâs why Iâm doing thisâ you place a soft kiss on his lips before pushing him out the door you slide down the door covering your ears to block out Mathewâs frantic pleads for you on the other side This was for the best
(Should I do the other boys too?)
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