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mediocre--writing · 4 years ago

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what if when neil found out steve and billy are dating, instead, he goes and beats the shit out of Steve to teach billy a lesson

“billy, shut up or i’m telling steve!”

the pause in the air was so pregnant that nobody dared to move.

billy felt his pulse shoot up so high he was sure he was going to vibrate off of the chair he sat on. he could see the fork in his hand wobble more and more violently as he willed it to stay still.

this was exactly what happened last time.

being too joke-y and playful, max saying something just incriminating enough, and the whole universe coming to a pause, just to jeer and laugh at poor billy hargrove.

the dinner was nice, one of the better ones susan had made, and everyone in the house was smiling.

max and billy were closer than ever, even before the move out to indiana, and felt like true siblings, much to the delight of both parents.

neils nose scrunched. he looked back and forth around the table before raising his steel eyes to meet max’s.

“who’s steve?”

max knew she’d done it this time. she was cornered and her face was burning with shame for what she brought on billy, what she brought on herself, what she brought on the house.

“one of billy’s friends. he babysits dustin sometimes. drives him around, ya know?”

max sounded causal. and it wouldn’t have been suspicious had the room not had a tense air that hadn’t been present prior to the move.

“friend?” neil moved his eyes over to billy, who instantly straightened his posture and set his face as blank as possible. “billy, you’re finally making good friends here?”

billy’s eyes scanned up and down his fathers figure before nodding, “yes, sir,”

neil smiled, “well, that’s great to hear,” and continued eating his vegetables.

billy didn’t move. this seemed like a trick.

there is no way that neil hargrove had so easily brushed off a comment like that without causing a fit or threatening to kill.

billy could still feel the phantom pains that came with the beating after neil had found out about harry.

billy had never experienced that much pain, never felt so fearful for his life as his dads boot pressed into his neck.

how bad it hurt when neil ripped out his original earring and pulled out his hair.

how he couldn’t sit straight for weeks, but still forced himself to in order to seem proper and kind and sweet, like the good son he is.

billy remembers the crunch of his ankle when he fell down to the floor. he remembers the threat on his life if neil even found a trace of billy acting the way he did.

worst of all, he remembers the way his heart ripped itself in half, every string connecting it being brutally ripped and burned on the ends to ensure there was no connecting it back together on the night he told harry he was leaving.

told him not to stay in touch, not to find his new number or his new address. not to even so much as think about billy for too long, in fear that neil would just know.

how he sat in the johnson’s backyard sunroom in the late afternoon and sobbed in harry’s arms.

how he had his right leg on the side of the couch, a big blue cast making it heavier and the splint he had on his wrist making it hard to grab at harry’s shirt.

how harry stroked at his hair and never mentioned the patch in the back that was gone, completely bald in that one spot. never mentioned how billy’s earring had moved sides and how there were three small stitches holding the other ear together.

and, now, billy having to see neil sit at a table and act like nothing happened, he almost felt more afraid than he did then.

monday morning, after billy’s weekend from hell. and no, it’s not what you’re thinking.

billy didn’t get hit once. didn’t get any dirty looks or obsessive nagging from neil.

of anything, neil seemed to smile at billy more that weekend.

billy didn’t dare step out of line, though. he offered to do dishes every night and did everyone’s laundry. he sat in the family room at night and was kind and sweet. didn’t leave the house once, nor did he make any phone calls.

and he was more on edge than ever.

driving him and max to school that day was like a breath of fresh air. even if it was kinda cow-shitty air, it wasn’t neil’s air.

billy pulled up to the middle school curb to let max out, but she didn’t move.

when billy turned to look at her, he saw her staring, slack jawed at something in the high school parking lot.

when billy turned his head, he wished he hadn’t seen it.

steve.

steve with his arm in a cast and sitting in a sling. steve with his face bloodier and more bruised than billy had ever made it look. steve waking with a limp as he got into the school doors.

“you don’t think—“ max couldn’t even finish her sentence before billy felt rage take over his entire body.

“get out. go to class. if i don’t pick you up today, go home with one of your friends. do you understand?”

max quickly said yes and got out of the car, billy whipping into his usual parking space before getting out and running, yes running, to steve, who was still trying to get through the front door.

“steve—“ billy stopped a few feet away as steve finally got the door open and walked into the halls.

billy chased after him, which wasn’t hard (steve was limping) but the sheer amount of people in the halls was hard to get around.

“steve! steve, stop!” billy forced himself through the hallways, never remembering them being this crowded before, or maybe that was his anxiety talking.

“steve,” billy finally stopped as he got in front of steve.

“billy, i really don’t want to talk to you right now,”

steve’s eyebrows did that weird thing where they scrunch in the middle and make the ends push down. they make him look more tired than he already is.

“no, no!” billy was freaking out. even without looking, he knew his hands were shaking worse than they ever had before.

“just—“ billy looked around before seeing the boy’s bathroom, gently pushing steve through the doors before locking the two of them in there together.

“bil—“

“is anyone in here!?” billy asked as he peaked under the stalls and checked every inch of the bathroom.

“this is my fault, but you gotta tell me what happened, steve,”

“i—i don’t even know!” steve looked around the bathroom as he leaned, defeated, against the wall next to the towel dispenser.

“you don’t know!?” billy was shouting, “did he come to your house? was this like an ambush thing? did he say anything to you? you have to give me something, steve!”

“i—i,” steve was floundering for the words to tell billy.

“he just— saturday night, i was coming home from dustins and i had to stop and pick up some milk from the 24-hour store and i came out and three of my tires were slashed.

“so i set down my stuff at the car and go back in to ask to use a phone, but someone yanks me back to the alley behind the store and beats the shit out of me, billy!”

billy was rubbing his hands over the stubble on his chin as he tried to process steve’s story.

“told me to stay the fuck away from his son and that he’d kill me if he found out i even looked at you again, alright! all while he’s shoving his foot into my elbow, but not before he pulls up on my wrist and breaks my arm!”

“oh my god,” billy stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall between the sinks, then he starts to slide down until he’s sitting on the floor, forcing himself not to cry.

steve huffs out something that sounds like “yeah” before moving to sit down too.

“did you tell anyone?”

“i didn’t know if i should,”

“you didn’t tell anyone!?”

“what was i supposed to say!?”

“that a psycho jumped you in the alley! what did you tell the hospital?”

steve was quiet for too long.

“you went to the hospital, right!?”

“not... exactly,”

“you fixed your own broken arm?”

“no.” steve looked down then around at the stalls, “i had jonathan help me,”

“steve!”

“well i needed someone to pick me up and i knew he wouldn’t ask questions!” steve admits. “would you want me to tell people?”

yes.

billys first thought. of course steve should have called the cops or gone to a hospital. neil hargrove should be arrested for what he did to steve.

no.

the logical part of billy’s brain says. if they take him to court over something like this, it could have too many repercussions.

for one, neil could tell everyone that his son and steve harrington are gay and fucking each other.

plus, it would force neils... home tendencies to come up at some point, and if it didn’t work out in a pretty liberal cali, then nobody in conservative indiana is going to berate neil for ‘taking care of’ his gay son.

it’s a lose-lose situation.

“billy?”

his blue eyes snap back to steve’s face: still kind and reassuring with the huge, grotesque scabs and swelling scattered everywhere.

“it’s why he didn’t do anything,”

the comment, said mostly to billy himself, caught steve’s interest, “what?”

“max... talked about you at dinner friday, and he didn’t do anything. i was waiting all weekend for him to snap and he never did, smiled more, even. now i know why,”

they sat together in thought for a while, a good ten minutes after the late bell rang, before billy cleared his throat.

“you said he slashed your tires?”—steve nodded—“you get ‘em replaced?”—steve nodded again—“did you drive yourself to school today?”

“yea—billy where is this going?”

before steve even got a read on billy’s face, the bathroom door was unlocked and swinging open, billy racing out.

steve, crippled as he may be, managed to get off the floor with his bum leg and broken arm, walking after a brief glimpse of billy as he turned corners before leaving out to the student parking lot.

billy was at steve’s car before he was, reaching through the open windows and popping the trunk, bitching about how steve needs to roll his windows up because people are gonna steal his car.

he reached into the trunk and grabbed the nail bat he knew steve would have there (the bat goes where steve goes).

“hey! billy!” steve is yelling to an empty parking lot, the only response being steve’s trunk slamming shut and billy marching over to his own car before getting in and screeching out of the lot.

steve was still standing there, speechless, as he watched the quick blue car shoot down the road.

steve, ever being the hero, limped back to the school, rifling through his pockets for loose change to push into the phone before dialing the byers house.

joyce picked up after two rings.

“hello, byers house,”

“is hopper there!?” his voice came out scratchy and worn.

“steve?”

“joyce! is hopper there?”

“he’s about to leave for work, why do yo—“

“put him on the phone! now!”

“o—ok,”

there’s rustling and muffled voices on the other line before steve hears hoppers gruff voice ask what he needs.

“i need you to do me a cop-like favor but as hopper, not a cop,”

“kid—“ hopper sighed and steve could just imagine him running a hand down his face. “i’ve gotta get to work and i don’t have t—“

“i think someone may be getting really hurt but i’ve been asked—well, not asked, but it’s been implied—that i shouldn’t get cops involved but i need you to do this for me, hopper!”

“is it... lab stuff?”

“no! this is like—halfway murder stuff!”

“who and where?”

“billy’s house. i think,”

hopper sighed and was quiet for a moment before giving a quick ‘i’ll go check it out,’

“not as a cop!”

“not as a cop,”

and steve felt useless. he knew he wouldn’t be able to go into class and feel ok.

hell, even if everything turned out alright, steve wasn’t sure when this fluttery, anxious feeling in his stomach would go away.

so, as a sane person would do, steve started slowly driving to billy’s house. not slowly, but the speed limit. just to give billy and hopper time to do something and steve wouldn’t get yelled at by billy for ‘getting in the middle of it.’

but when steve does get there, boy oh boy!

there’s a truck that’s got holes and dents all around it, windows smashed in and the wheels all flat, billy panting with the nail bat held limply in his hand.

neil, however, was standing on the porch, dressed ready for work, holding a shotgun at billy.

steve was parked a bit down the street, but the screaming could be heard with just his windows rolled down.

nothing sounded like anguished yells of pain, just hurtful jabs and ruthless words being spat back and forth.

steve couldn’t have wished harder for hopper to hurry the fuck up.

steve was intently watching the two men, both seeming to think they had the upper hand, when he heard the cocking of a gun taken off safety.

he sees billy’s blond hair start moving backwards, away from the house right as he catches a glimpse of a tan truck in his rear view mirror. hopper.

neither of the hargroves have noticed hoppers truck.

neil shoots a warning shot, one that goes a foot above billy’s head and into the wooded area in front of their house.

billy backs up quicker.

hopper turns his sirens on.

billy’s head shoots left to see the two cars.

neil’s finger lifts off the trigger.

hopper parks the truck, having already called for backup the second he saw neil holding a gun at his son.

he gets out, has that intimidating air about him that makes everything else quiet.

“we doin’ alright here?” hopper asks, hands resting on his belt, close to his gun.

“everything’s fine,” neil grits out.

“‘everything’s fine’ but you’re holding a gun at your boy. explain that to me,”

“listen here, pig, i don’t need you tellin me how i can raise my kids!”

“not questioning your parenting, just your choice of punishment,”

“he broke up my car!” neil yelled, hopper looked over to the (absolutely demolished) truck. “i told him, i told him he ain’t messin with what’s mine and the boy didn’t listen! so i’m just showin’ him how the real world is gonna come at him!”

“the real world is going to shoot him?” hopper asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

billy has backed up all the way to the end of the driveway, behind where hopper was standing, and steve has gotten out of his car and was walking across neighboring lawns to get closer to billy.

he finally reaches billy.

“what the hell are you doing?” billy asks with wide eyes at steve, trying to keep quiet and not alert his dad and hopper.

“i—i’m not really sure,”

“jesus, you’re an idiot,” billy grumbles as he watches hopper and neil get closer as they talk.

the men are getting within ten feet of each other when hopper gets neil to put the gun down, even closes the part on his tool belt that has his gun.

neil comes off the porch, he and hopper are close, like two feet.

they’re talking quietly, and as much as steve and billy want to know what they’re saying, they don’t dare move any closer.

“—that boy!”

they only catch the end of the sentence, but neil is pointing at steve and hopper has his head turned with a disappointed look at steve.

“you couldn’t have waited in the car?” hopper groans and neil looks outraged.

“you’re telling me you support this abomination!? this is your doing, isn’t it? you allow things like this in your town? do you!?”

hoppers face looks calm.

“yeah, yeah i do,” he smiles, the mustache lifts with the rest of his face. then neil takes a swing at him.

they get into a brawl, but neil, however easy it is for him to beat up teenagers, can’t take hopper. not even on his best day.

hoppers backup shows up soon after, neil getting shoved into the back of a cop car with handcuffs (god, billy wishes he could get a picture of that).

hopper gets statements from steve and billy and susan and max. even mrs. garibaldi, the neighbor whose window looks right into the hargrove house and has written down dates and descriptions of what she sees (what a godsend, that woman is).

hopper has friends with high positions, good lawyer friends who don’t mind doing a good thing for a bad situation.

everything works out in the end.

plus, steve has a gnarley scar along the side of his neck, leading to his ear that billy enjoys kissing all the time. (and a lifetime of aches from waiting three days to do to the hospital for his backwards arm!)

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #tw homophobia #tw gun violence #tw guns #tw gun #tw abuse #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing

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enigma-im · 4 years ago

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Bad Moon Rising

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Imp x Crewmate

Warning: memory loss, distrust, gore, minor cursing, minor PTSD, murder, Among Us fanfic

Word count: 6019

With her memory lost, she doesn’t know the dangers upon the new ship

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I can't remember much before the lights. Blank till I'm woken by people storming into the room. I could barely hear the shouting over the ringing in my ears and everything came in a rush of just images. Dark ship illuminated by weak torches, bright loading bay filled with loud people, and headaches.

When things finally make sense is when I find myself gasping for air in the med bay. Sitting ramrod straight I inhale harshly, clenching my chest as images run through my head. None of it makes sense and all I can remember is red, so much red. Thinking about it cinches my heart and lungs. Without much thought I begin counting my fingers, pressing each digit to my thumb as I count up.

"33, 34, 35," I mumble as I take deep inhales. I drop my shoulders and sigh as my heart finishes it's racing.

"good now," a deep voice asks. I stiffen again, fisting the bedding as I snap towards the voice. A few feet away is another bed with another person. I look to the man conflicted and alarmed. Looking at his face brings a flashback to my head, him laughing at a table. He cocks a brow at me, crossing his arms as he leans back against the wall.

"cat got your tongue, love," he asks with a cocky grin. The grin plucks at my chest, tugging at memories lost for the time being. I don't answer. He sits up concerned his forehead creasing as he begins to toss the blanket off his legs. "Love, you alright?"

He crosses the gap between us quickly, startling me with his intensity. I lean away from his hand as he reaches for me, tugging the blanket up towards my neck while I eye him warily.

"love," he sighs," do you know who I am?" the only answer I can muster is a shake of my head. His response is strange though. He smiles, chuckling to himself. "Well, what an interesting turn of events," he says. Reaching out he grabs my head, tugging on my hair when I attempt to flee. He leans down and presses a kiss to my head," everything is going to be fine, trust me."

I just nod as I gauge the warmth flooding my cheeks.

<<<0>>>

A doctor shows up later to ask too many questions. She rambles on and on about nonsense that makes my head throb. Dividing her attention between the man and me at the beginning was the only relief she bothered to give me. Once he was waved away as healthy, I was left alone with the doctor. The rampage of questions begin, none I could answer.

As she talked and explained my memory loss I found I couldn't focus on her words. A strange hum sat behind my sternum, edging me towards action. Every little noise made me snap to attention, ready to turn and run at a second's notice. The anxiety could be chalked up to the fear of my situation but it felt deeper than that.

I looked at everything but I found I was more focused on the doctor herself. Watching her hands move as she talked, watch how frequently she blinked, and her swaying her weight from foot to foot. Every little movement was recorded to an uncomfortable degree. The one thing that brought me comfort was looking at her earrings, such beautiful little rose diamond studs.

<<<0>>>

"So you don't remember me at all," the man asks as he tosses a ball at the wall. The thud does nothing to force my eyes from him. I've taken to watching everyone who enters with eagle-like focus. Little noises and movements take my attention for seconds before I look back to whoever invades my room.

The thuds stop as the man looks to me, cocking a brow in question. I shake my head in answer. The thudding begins again when he looks away.

"Shame," he says casually," you can talk, you know, I won't bite." he smiles at his own joke. I still keep quiet.

This man makes me feel uneasy though the only memory I have of him is him laughing. I'm weary of his nearness but I can't deny the comfort I have of him being here. I still don't care for his prying. Similar to the doctor he asks too many questions. Though he is more amused by my answers than the woman.

"That's fine, you didn't much care for speaking with me when we first met," he shrugs," though I grew on you, like a fungus. I feel confident I can do that again." his smile is more personal now. I don't bother with even acknowledging his personal challenge. Let him do as he wishes.

It's quiet for a while, the ball hitting the wall being the only sound. I watch him and he passes an occasional glance to me, snickering to himself when he turns back.

"No need to watch me with such focus, love," he chuckles," if you have any questions feel free to ask."

"Why do you call me that," I ask quickly, croaking out the question in a near whisper. He startles at my question, turning to face me.

"What," he smiles," love?"

I nod.

"well, that would be spoilers, love," his teeth gleam in his smirk," I'll let you figure it out yourself. In the meantime, I have some things to deal with." he gets out of the chair and walks over. Grabbing my head once more he presses a chaste kiss to my cheek then exits the room. I watch the door shut behind him before I look at the clock. It's rather late for anyone to be dealing with business.

<<<0>>>

I don't see the doctor woman for a while. Another doctor takes her place, and I must say I prefer him over her. He asks fewer questions. He comes in and gets down to business. Asking what he needs then taking vitals swiftly. No pointless small talk and minimal memory jogging questions. His quiet demeanor reminds me of someone I used to know.

A flashback of shaking hands with a large dark woman in a room surrounded by machines. Her hold is strong that I wince when she shakes my hand, it makes her laugh. It's strange having the few memories I have are of people laughing. The memory makes me feel warm and jovial. This doctor is one of the few that I feel safe around.

I barely catch sight of the man that calls me love, missing around the same time the doctor woman left. He shows up for a short time once or twice this week, checking in on my recovery before heading out on 'business'.

He stops by again today, bumping into the doctor as he exits the room.

"Aye, sorry doc," he grabs the doctor's shoulders.

"No problem, just heading out now," the doctor answers as he grabs the door.

"yea, yea," he pats the doctor on the shoulder," don't let me keep you, imagine your busy on this sterilized ship."

"ha," the doctor chuckles," getting sick here is basically unheard of but it just means that when I do work I have something serious on my hands."

"true, anyway don't let me keep ya," he waves," later doc."

Watching the interaction was boring. The small talk was casual but uninteresting. Though the gleam of the doctor's capped tooth caught my attention and settled my nerves for some reason. I feel more comfortable with him now.

<<<0>>>

"Still nothing," the man asks as he lounges at the foot of my bed. I shake my head. He sighs before rolling onto his stomach, resting his head on his hand. "So you don't remember Clark or Norris? They were very close to you, especially during the end," he says," or even Garry, Windows, and Palmer?"

His attempts at jogging my memory wears thin very quickly. It's been all week with him trying to bring some ideas of my past. The frustrations aren't in him but in me. I cannot remember these people or the events the unfolded to bring me where I am. I've tried asking him how we got here but he avoids the question expertly. It piles the stress till I'm wishing he would just leave.

"Why does it matter? They're dead, can you leave now," I snap at him. He startles at my outburst, lifting himself onto his knees.

"hey," he coos," it's ok, I'm sorry for asking so many questions. I know this has to be hard for you and I don't ever wanna be the reason you're distressed." I scowl at him instead of answering. For someone who values my comfort, he is doing a shit job at trying to maintain it. His gaze softens as he regards me, giving me a once over before he crawls up the bed. He sits down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I stiffly allow him to cradle me against his side, feeling mixed up in my head.

The position feels familiar enough that I just let myself be. It's clear to me that he was someone with a different relationship with me. Lovers felt wrong but romantic partners seemed about right. I don't know what I could have seen in him to want to be interested in him. He is cocky and pushy to an annoying degree. I want him gone as much as I want him around. If only he would stop talking then I might feel better having him here.

"what are you thinking about," he mumbles as he rests his cheek on my head.

"you," I answer honestly.

He chuckles," all good thoughts I hope."

"they aren't, I find you very aggravating and annoying," I say in hopes of drenching his ego. Instead of being put off, he laughs.

"yea, may not have your memories but you still feel the same about me," he snickers into my hair. I don't understand our dynamics. I wish for my memories back when he is near because everything he reveals is confusing.

"if I hated you so much, why were we together?"

He tilts forward to look at me," you think we were together?"

"were we not," I ask worriedly. Did I gauge everything wrong? Was what I was feeling misinterpreted?

"oh, we were," he rests his hand on my thigh," was a blossoming relationship that neither of us could help. You had a distrust of me but we still worked very well together."

I scoff," if I didn't trust you then why would I want to date you?" he laughs again. His head bumps against mine as he chuckles, eye closed in his humor. I nudge him away with my shoulder, offended at his laughter.

"Sorry," he pats my leg," it's just you are too adorable."

"adorable for questioning," I ask confused and insulted.

"yea," he grabs my legs and lays them over his lap," adorable, smart, inquisitive, sexy, temperamental, and just too much fun." he cups my cheek as he bumps his forehead to mine. I freeze, curious above all else to what he is doing. I'm tense and scared but tempted.

"Temperamental?"

"yes," he nudges my nose," always so quick to anger, love, but I knew one way to calm you down."

Our breath mingles as my heart rate ramps up. I can feel the anticipation like a tangible thing. A war fights in my chest on if I really want what's happening. He is technically a stranger in my mind. In my heart, he is someone special. Which do I listen to? A sense of danger emits from him in every interaction but I can't bother to care.

"Stop thinking," he mumbles before pressing his lips to mine. I gasp at the warmth, reacting on instinct. It comes so fluidly, kissing him like I've done a hundred times. My hand comes up on its own accord, resting against his chest and sliding up to his hair.

Flickers of times before flood my head. Moments of stolen kisses in corridors or closets, intimate settings of a bedroom or kitchen, all centered around this feeling now. I want to push him away to sort these memories but the loss of his warmth is too much to bear. He is a comfort right now, a comfort I so desperately need.

My hand smooths the back of his neck till my thumb touches his ear. A loss strikes me as I flick his lobe. I pull back confused, staring at the skin on the side of his head.

"what," he asks dazed.

"didn't you have an earring," I ask as I admire the unblemished skin.

<<<0>>>

The female doctor returned this week. Her questions have dimmed down but still scratch my nerves. I cannot hear the words 'how are you feeling today' without feeling like going on a rampage. I understand her purpose to get my memories back, I appreciate it, but at this point, I'm accepting they aren't coming back all at once. Time is all I need, not these random questions that lead me to fury.

"Still nothing," the woman asks as she shines the light into my eyes. I bat her away while shaking my head. I don't want to speak with her more than needed. "shame, the man you came in with has been no help in finding out what happened to your ship," she rambles on as she readies the blood pressure cuff," he much prefers rattling on about nothing of importance than why there were bullet holes around the ship." I shrug in answer.

I watch her as she works, focusing on all her actions like before. An unease rumbles around my chest ever since she came in. I tried chalking it up to normal unease of her but it seems different this time. Perhaps her short leave has left a weird taste in my mouth. She continues to talk nonsense about the goings-on of her work while I study her face.

She finishes up quicker than usual, clapping her hands in finality as she waves me off as healthy. Not that my health has changed since I've gotten here.

"well, there isn't much I can do for today. A normal check-up and some one-sided conversation are all we needed," she heads towards the door. As she turns I catch sight of her ear. The newly revealed skin catches my attention as I study the area eagerly. The familiar stud that decorated her lobe is missing, even the hole was gone. She steals my focus away from her absent piercing with a wave of her hand," goodbye, love, till next time."

Her departure left me more uneased.

<<<0>>>

There is a fog of concern that layers the next few days. The doctor visits become nonexistent this week. The man who claims to care for me barely visits lately as well. As much as I wanted him gone I still feel sad at his lack of visitation. I guess I can't expect him to come with the freedom to explore the ship. Especially with the strange stiffness of the atmosphere, I can imagine everyone is far too busy.

A knock at my door startles me from reading on my borrowed tablet. Without an invitation, two uniformed men enter with rigid postures and indifferent faces. They both wear badges on their arms identifying their positions on the ship, security.

"Sorry to disturb you miss but we have a few questions if you don't mind," the taller of the two starts. I nod, sitting up in bed. The two walk further into the room and stand imposing at the end of the bed. The authority they project is intimidating enough that I feel that any unagreeable actions would be met with swift punishment.

"There is no need to be so worried, ma'am, we are just wondering if you have seen anything unusual lately. We like to check in on all our residents to keep an open line of communication to everyone," the shorter one smiles. His attempts to defuse the worry falls short on me.

"So, have you seen anything strange lately? People out later in the day cycle or weird noises in the vents," the taller one asks. I think back on the previous weeks, nothing of importance comes to mind. Staying in one room for a month doesn't let me see more than the hallway outside.

"no," I answer shortly.

"no? even a doctor acting strange or your friend saying weird things," the tall one tries to bait.

"I said no," I say," should I be worried about something?"

"No, no," the short one soothes," nothing to concern yourself with. Everything is perfectly fine and you are in safe hands being taken care of by our best medical staff."

His words feel too rehearsed to be honest. Though I can't refute his claim, I stay silent and nod with whatever they say. With their attempts of conversation failing they make their leave with curt nods. The taller one gives a forced smile as he shuts the door, his fake tooth catching the light.

<<<0>>>

It's late at night when the man comes to visit. He startles me awake towards the middle of the night as he crawls into my bed. I cannot decide if his arm curling around my waist is welcomed or not. The kiss to the back of my neck eases me slightly.

"Didn't mean to wake you," he mumbles," I felt like I had to be close to you tonight. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, humor me for tonight, please."

"it's fine," I grumble. His arm tightens around my waist as his face snuggles to my back. I feel the urge to hold his hand closer to my stomach but I decide against it in hopes of him speaking some more.

We lay there in the quiet room for a while, almost long enough for me to fall back to sleep. I'm almost sure he fell asleep until I feel his thumb pet across the fabric of my shirt. He hums against my neck.

"you truly don't remember anything," he whispers," I thought you were playing at it but you are too relaxed right now to truly know."

"Know what?"

He hums," nothing."

The silence edges onward as we roll into midnight. The previous comfort is thrown aside to bring forth the unease I use to feel for him. What could he mean 'know the truth'? Should I not be so comfortable with him here? Maybe my heart is turning me astray because he knows the me before now. It's easy to be relaxed around someone who knows what's missing in your brain. Maybe he is using that against me now.

"Stop thinking," he growls," you always do that, just lay here with me and don't worry about anything else."

I huff," easier said than done. You can't say things like that when you aren't the one with most of your memories missing."

He hums in answer. I want to roll over and confront him with questions that I never bothered asking. With every hint, I feel that knowing the truth would be detrimental.

"do you trust me? Having nothing to your head but what you know and feel now, do you trust me," he asks. I think on the question, feeling the trap being laid. Do I trust him? He hasn't proven himself as either-or.

"I don't know," I answer honestly.

"you should trust me," he says," I will never let anyone or anything hurt you."

"if you say so" I fulfill the urge to grab his hand. His words do tilt me towards trusting him but I hold back some.

"Can I tell you something that may hurt your feelings?"

"yes."

"I," he hesitates," I thought about leaving you when I found out you lost your memories. It was so easy to go my own way and complete my own tasks. Yet, seeing you laying in the bed so confused and uneased around everyone, I couldn't do it. We had a conversation before all this on whether or not I cared for you. At the time I couldn't bring myself to validate your feelings because I was uncertain of mine. Now I can confidently say that I treasure you, memories, or not." he grabs my hip to turn me onto my back. Hovering over me he drops his head to mine with eyes closed.

He sighs," love, whatever happens, please have faith in me to take care of you."

"I-," I try to speak but the words stick in my throat. I attempt again, falling short once more. Returning his words are impossible right now, all I can do is nod. He closes the space between us, kissing me with more sincerity than our first kiss. His hand pets down to my leg, groping my thigh with a groan.

A few images of the same situation poke at my head but the scenes never finish farther than touching. It's unknown to me if there was, even more, to see after that. All I know is the familiarity of right now.

"may I sleep here tonight," he asks before stealing another kiss. I cannot speak, only nod.

<<<0>>>

A dull alarm wakes me the next night. Looking at the clock I see I haven't been asleep long. Confused and curious I look around the room, trying to figure out the soft siren sound. Looking out the hallway I can see through the window of the door a blinking light. The floor illuminates in intervals as the light shines in.

I wait patiently for something to happen as an eerie familiar scene unfolds before me. A person runs by the door, blocking the light for a moment before they run onwards. A few seconds later another person runs by but stops at the door. I can barely hear them speaking before a loud scream shocks me into sitting up in bed. I watch the head of the person through the door shake before they fall with a loud thud to the door.

Scared, I throw the blanket off the bed and stand. The darkroom is made easier to cross with the dim light from the hall. I walk slowly towards the door, hearing nothing besides the alarm. Step by step I anxiously walk forward, ready to turn and run. I stop before the door and look to the table at the wall. Quickly I grab the first thing I see that I can use as a weapon.

I open and walk out the door while holding a bone saw. The body on the floor immediately catches my attention, it laying bloodied at my feet.

"oh god," I whimper as I look at the body. Their face is skinned and torn down their neck. The muscles are visible on their cheeks, their eyes popping out the missing lower lids. Before I can gag, a memory makes my head throb. A scene I never wished to relive plagues my thoughts. Friends lay dead similar to the body below.

In utter fear, I walk over the body and make my way down the hall in hopes of reaching safety. I twist in turn down winding halls, passing streaks of blood and bullet holes. The light remains dimmed throughout the walk adding a new level of suspense.

I make it further in the ship till I reach a closed set of double doors. The sign next to them reads 'navigation'. The idea of a room filled with people working the ship brings comfort to my otherwise terror wracked body. Quickly, I open the door and stumble inside the darkroom. The doors close behind me.

The only lights the room has are the stars visible from the large window. I try to use the backdrop to see anything in the room but all is quiet and still.

"Hello," I call into the room, feeling anxious. A wet sucking sound answers back. A few stars disappear as a figure stands to block the window. I startle, sucking in a breath as I take a step back. A gurgle echoes around the room as the figure shifts once more. I step back again, jumping when the door opens behind me. The light from the hall allows me to see, the flashes letting me piece together the scene.

A shirtless man stands above a man in a uniform, his arm stretched wide and long as he grabs the uniformed man's face. The arm is thick and all wrong, the hand morphs into the man's face and fingers dig under his skin. The wet sound is clearly coming from the throbbing hand. The horrid man turns towards me, his face adding a new level of terror to the already horrible scene.

"Hello, love," he grins.

My head throbs as I watch him. Flashes of time before make me stumble. Blood and gore are all I can see, all I can remember. The man is the center of every scene, jogging my memory completely. This man I've shared a ship with, a bed with, is no man. This monster is what I've tried to find, looking to everyone with suspicion. The shapeshifter of the Skeld who killed all the crew members.

"Copper," I gasp as I finally come back to myself. He drops the man, his arm slithering and squirming back to normal.

"so you remember me," he rolls his shoulders," shame, I was hoping we could forgo this second encounter." I'm stuck between feelings as he turns and walks towards me. I want to run, get away from this monster in hopes of finding something to kill him. I also want to stay, remembering his promise to me.

"Love," he grins as he slowly glides across the room," are you scared, do you want to run? Do you remember what you did last time? Remember how you screamed and fought me? You were so mad and frustrated, which I understand. I killed your crewmates, how it must feel to a captain to lose all her workers to the man she spends her nights with."

I remember the first kill he committed. A poor engineer worker who stayed late one night in the engine room. She was ripped apart by her chest, her lungs and heart half-eaten and left beside her body. I met with him the next night coincidently in the cafeteria where I vented my frustrations to him. It was the beginning of our blooming relationship.

Back to now, I panic as he nears, his taunts or words thrumming around my head. At his next step, I jump into action, turning and running down the hall. I pump my hands as I book it away from him, dropping the saw as I do. Behind me, I can hear his naked feet slapping against the metal floors.

"Now you run? What captain runs from trouble," he screams after me.

As I turn the corner I think about the second body that was found in electrical. Bennings was split in half and strung from one end of the room to the other, his body was the most brutal of them all. The same night I share my first kiss with Copper.

My heart thumps against my chest, his steps coming closer and closer. When I feel his breath on my neck and hear his cocky chuckle, I stop and duck. He topples over me, tripping on my crouched body and hitting the floor hard. Without a second thought, I run the opposite direction, taking a different turn away from Navigation.

"You're in so much trouble when I catch you, love," he growls. I gulp thinking about the bloody mess he will make of me.

I remember the stress of my time on Skeld, finding body after body with no leads. Blair, Nauls, and Palmer were next. The bodies stacked up till I felt that there was no one I could trust. The only pattern I could find amongst the bodies were bits of jewelry decorating their ears or mouths. It was a weak connection but it stuck with me. I remember seeing Copper that first day on the ship laughing with the gang, his earing gleaming in the light. He brings a bit of comfort till one night in my room I cannot find his earing while he sleeps in my bed.

Twisting off into a room marked security I shut the door behind myself. I try to catch my breath as I search the room for a gun. As I find the gun locker I hear a bang on the door. Not bothering to look back, I up my efforts and quickly grab a shotgun resting in a case. I load the gun, cocking it the same time the door slides open.

"cornering yourself, I thought you were smarter than this," he tsks," I mean, you found me out on the Skeld based on something so stupid as a missing cosmetic item. Truly a special human." I twist around, pressing my back to the gun locker as I point the gun towards him.

"Stay back," I barely spit out. He stops, raising his hands while grinning.

"are you going to shoot me, love," he huffs," I don't think you have the guts." my finger glides over the trigger, pressing lightly against it as I fight for courage to shoot him. "Come on, love," he gawks," do you not remember the nights we shared? The love we shared? I never faked it with you, I truly care about you, I could never hurt you. I won't hurt you, I just want you to understand. I tried to explain to you why but you clonked your head before I could. Just come with me and we can take the ship together." I stutter in my confidence.

I know those nights he speaks of. We talked all through the night, me taking his comfort as the team tries to find the real culprit. He even got me to laugh during those awful days. His kisses were constant and welcomed back then. Would they still be now?

"Come on," he takes a step closer," I love you."

His words throw another memory into the mix. The time when I wanted nothing more than for him to say those words. I grew frustrated at the imposter aboard my ship, grew frustrated with him as red flags began to pile up. The day I figured it out was too late, I caught him red-handed killing the final member of my ship. His horrid face splitting to take a bite out of Fuchs' shoulder.

A bang echoes around the room before I realize what happened. My shoulder aches from the kickback but I can hardly notice it over the large wound in Copper's side. Half of his stomach is torn to the side, the blood splattered against the wall behind him. Though the wound is frozen mid splatter, the tissue and gore sticking out in sharp points.

"Damn," he mumbles," I didn't think you would." with a groan he sucks in the wound till it fills back up into unblemished skin.

"wha-," I try to say before he tackles me against the gun locker, pinning me easily.

"shot your boyfriend, I don't know if I should take offense to that," he laughs. I struggle in his hold, fighting against his grip on my arms.

"let go," I cry out.

"Why," he scoffs," so you can attack me again? I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

"Fuck you," I squirm. He shakes me in hopes of stopping my attempts to escape, pressing his chest against mine.

"Stop," he growls," it's time for you to listen."

"No," I clench my eyes shut, turning away from him. He grabs my face and turns me back to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you so stop pretending I am. I'm on your side, love, just hear me out," he pleads. The tone makes me freeze. Why would he beg? I timidly open my eyes and look to the familiar face that has brought smile after smile to my lips. I sigh in defeat and relax in his hold.

"I'm not the bad guy here, love. I just want to get away from everyone but they wouldn't let me go. Scientists are evil people, far more corrupt than I am. Poking and prodding me like some sort of animal. I took back my choice one day and I escaped that horrid place. Making my way onto your ship was a mistake that your team paid for. I was just trying to survive but your team wouldn't listen, what could I do when they started threatening to airlock me? I'm not sorry for ending them but I am sorry how it hurt you," he drops his head to my head," I just want to go home. Please just let us go home."

His story finishes with a sigh. The plea almost outweighs the grief of my mourning. I get wanting to just be left alone, knowing first hand how doctors can be annoying sons of bitches. Still, did they deserve to die? He was cornered and left to make tough choices. Yet, he could have found a better way to do this. I sigh against him, I'm just tired now.

"I'm sorry," he kisses my cheek," please don't hate me, I've lost a lot but having to lose you would be too much now. I deserve something good, please be my good."

This is too much. I just want to go back to before, back to my room on Skeld where we shared sweet words and even sweeter kisses.

"I'm tired, Copper," I mumble," so tired."

"I understand, just let me take care of everything," he wraps his arms around me, hugging me close. I let him, resting my eyes while hugging him back.

We both walk out the room in tense companionable silence. I don't forgive him, how could I, but I don't hate him. His misguided attempt at freedom is understandable but the blood resting at my feet muddles my ideas. We walk back to medical where we both lay in bed holding one another.

Copper keeps me in a strict area of the ship, medical, and navigation. The halls are cleaned and the bodies are removed from the area. The consideration of my mental health is sweet but not enough for me to speak to him. I couldn't talk to him the entire journey to where ever he guides us to. Avoiding talking but not avoiding him. He tries to bait me into a conversation but in the end he allows me some time.

A few days of silence gives enough time for me to sort through everything. Time to mourn the death of my crew, time to calm my racing mind, and time to miss him. He kept his promise to not hurt me, which gives a point to his side. It's a long week to decide what I wanted to do once we docked.

I weakly walk out of medical and head towards navigation with a blanket wrapped over my shoulders. I walk through the doors, catching the attention of Copper sitting in the captain's chair.

He smiles shyly," hey." I don't answer. I walk over to him, confusing him when I hand him the blanket. He doesn't speak as I step into his space, nudging his legs further apart before sitting on his lap. Copper understands and wraps the blanket around us both, cradling me against his chest. Sweetly he presses a kiss to my head, squeezing me closer.

"I don't forgive you," I mumble, making him stiffen," but I'm willing to let you try."

He nods," that's all I ask."

We both watch a docking station coming closer and closer through the window. I close my eyes, dreading the nightmare that will be explaining this whole situation. I allow myself a small smile as Copper pets my thigh.

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This story has so many references. got a ton for The Thing and one for Aliens. I adore sci-fi horror movies. The main character is named after my favorite character death in The Thing. Dr. Copper got his arms ripped off after trying to use paddles on the alien, the chest ripping open was the coolest practical effect i’ve ever seen.

I wasn’t sure how to end the story but i like the uncertain note, similar to The thing when the dog got away in the newest one. i lowkey like this one even if i think the ending is a bit of a cop out, i just like making pop culture references.

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jjkpls · 5 years ago

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(y)our name 2 - two (m)

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 10.3k

> warnings/content : dumbassesfriends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; cursing, dirty talk, penetrative intercourse, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, some filth and then some more filth; jk being a lil shit, oc still panicking

jungkook : Who said I don’t want it

It took him a good twenty minutes to send this. You don't know if he pondered over it for that long or if, after getting back to whatever it is he was doing, the thought suddenly sprang in his head. It's such a curious message. Makes your heartbeat stutters and your hands clammy and it takes you an eternity to formulate a response.

you : Well you sent me the link for a reason

jungkook : Yea cause I thought it might help but it has nothing to do with what I want

What?

jungkook : You’re the one who said you wouldn’t do it again with me

What?

you : Did i say that?

jungkook : Yes you did

You start to type but stop as you realise you don't even know what to say. He wants it again? And what is he even saying? You don't remember ever saying that. Everything's a blur honestly, but Jungkook's words, his insistence, it almost gives off the feeling that he remembers well. Perhaps he hasn't just brushed it off like you thought he did.

you : Would you want it again?

jungkook : Say what you meant to send and I’ll answer

Those goddamn dots.

you : That’s not very fair but whateva

you : You wanna be a big baby as you always are

jungkook : I’m not even going to answer that

you : Well you just did idiot

You purposefully waste time, just trying to delay the confession.

You want to test your luck -maybe rejection is not what's waiting for you. He's pushing it, demanding you to tell. He's admitted some of his own feelings so you should do the same.

you : it’s just that I found myself very frustrated, to an extent solo doesn’t do anything for me anymore..

As soon as you send the text, you shut the device off, throwing it down on the carpet. It's burning like your shame on your face and you can't bear to hold it any longer.

You really sent that. Your heart is beating furiously. You feel yourself sweating bullets. It's so hot, you sway your legs nervously, vainly hoping to ventilate the suddenly overly-heated room.

Jungkook is sweet, he doesn't leave you hanging for too long and soon enough, your phone is vibrating, begging you to pick it back up.

jungkook : Of course it wouldn’t

you : Ok don’t even get cocky with me dude

jungkook : Why not? It’s my fault isn’t it?

jungkook : Cause I made you feel that good

So he knows. You were annoyed for you found yourself troubled, anxious and restless. Shaken to your core, moved to your soul. But a side of you, the rational one, kept pestering that you were the chaotic, dumb and weak one responsible for the mess he's made of you. However, here, he admits he knows. He's known all along. He's done it on purpose: fucking you up.

you : 😐

jungkook : Don’t admit it it’s fine we both know it

What an ass.

you : Seriously you’re too cocky what for

Your brain is off right now. You don't know what to say, tempted by the teasing warmth your chest is taken over but nervous to let it spread too far.

jungkook : I know I’m right

jungkook : I’m not trying to embarrass you

jungkook : Maybe embarrass your exes a bit

jungkook : But it’s pretty easy to tell

jungkook : When someone hasn’t felt a certain way before

jungkook : I know you’ve never come that hard before

jungkook : Don’t lie to me

jungkook : And more than once you reacted like I was crazy

jungkook : Thats the whole fun of playing with a cunt it’s to make it come endlessly until it hurts and your soaked sore and allswollen adn red

Shit. How does he even do that? With just a couple of texts, rendering you speechless, breathless and burning. Soaked in your panties, the discomfort so evident you have to sit up, thighs pressed to one another by fear of exposing the incriminating dark spot out in the open.

He does own you. Capable of manipulating your body and mind with a few well-chosen words. It's something you've never played with, dirty talking. And you didn't know you'd like it as much as you do. But when Jungkook does -the other night, tonight by text- it's lethal.

But how could he do it so easily? Turning so lewd so suddenly? When for the past weeks, he's acted so natural, so casual as if he couldn't care less about the sex you've had. How can he just switch like that?

you : Are you drunk?

jungkook : 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

jungkook : A bit tipsy we went to a bar with the crew

That explains some of it.

jungkook : Was it too much?

you : Nono it’s fine

you : I just don’t know what to say

jungkook : Tell me what you want

jungkook : What you meant to ask me the other night when I so rudely interrupted you with a dumbass article

Well, shit.

It's just Jungkook. Honesty and shamelessness are the main keys of your friendship. However, you're not him and expressing your sexual desires as easily as he does is not innate.

jungkook : Don’t be shy just tell me

Fuck it.

you : I’d like it if you could be with me again like the other night

You can count the excrutiatingly painful seconds as they tick by. It's been fiveteen.

you : 😬

Now, fifty.

you : 😖 😖 😖

Finally, he decides to spare you.

jungkook : Is being friends is not a problem anymore?

you : Idk i trust you you trust me

you : We communicate well most of the time

you : Last time wasn’t such a big deal was it? I feel like we’ll be fine

you : Don’t you think?

You're rambling. You need to stop rambling. It's one thing to be in constant panic mode with this shit -this you can deal with, you know yourself and you accept it- but Jungkook really doesn't need to know.

jungkook : Idk I guess you’re right

you : So when you come back are you going to consider it?

jungkook : No

What a dick. Toying with you, bringing you there to then, deny you. How dares he?

jungkook : I’ve made up my mind already

jungkook : You’ll have me if you show yourself convincing enough

you : like how?

jungkook : It’s not that hard

jungkook : I love it when someone makes me feel like you really want me

jungkook : *they

Oh boy.

you : k ill try

You’re resolute to try. To try your hardest. It kills you, the idea that he somehow managed to have the upper hand in this. It feels like he's going to make you suffer. But the point of the matter, the only thing you care about anymore is the fact that you were wrong -he did enjoy the first time if he’s up for a second. Oh, and also, obviously, the fact that you are a couple of hours away from a devastating orgasm you've been craving for for weeks.

You spend the whole day -luckily for you, you're not working- prepping you. Trimming and grooming. Exfoliating and moisturizing. And as you’re doing all that, your stamina is twitching in anxiety because, holy shit, it feels like it never stops. There’s always a thing to arrange, another one that wouldn’t let itself fixed and when was the last time you spent that amount of effort into looking (that) attractive for someone? Even for Namjoon, you did not.

You did a lot. You cared about him. Namjoon was always so class and handsome and you hated the idea of being an ugly potato attached to his side so you’d take care of yourself more than you would when completely single -just gotta be honest. But not as much. You’re not exactly sure why. Probably because Namjoon was attentive and sweet but not the same kind of lover. He wouldn’t feel you up as heavily as you remember Jungkook doing. He’s never specifically asked to see you with the lights on. He’d talk to you and listen and maybe that’s more what it was about. He would lean in and seem to be drinking in your appearance when you’d be having a good conversation. One where you’d get animated and passionate. You’re pretty sure your brains -no matter how lame you consider them to be next to his- were what he liked the most about you. He must have found you pretty. Surely. But you’d never really caught him giving you a longing stare from the other end of the sofa when you were not looking.

He’d call you pretty and ravishing when he’d come to pick you up for a date and you’d spent a lot of time dolling yourself up. But always the same way. Always the same words. Never anything specific to what you were wearing or whatever. And his eyes were not really looking, were they? It didn’t hurt your feelings nor your ego that much. Because there’s probably nothing more flattering for you to have someone like you for your mind rather than your appearance -the flimsy quite irrelevant thing that you don’t really have much control over. It was fine. And like everything that used to be fine, Jeon Jungkook had to make it a problem.

As you stare at your own reflection in the mirror, pinching your lips together to spread the lipstick more evenly, you’re reminded of the way his hot stare was burning you that night. You remember how every time you’d look his way in the dark, you’d see his big round eyes locked on you with the cute stars in it shining fondly. You have no idea how attracted he is to you physically. You have no idea if he is at all or it’s just a thing that he does. Maybe he likes you the way you like an ugly old picture of yourself. With time and fondness, it becomes sweet and special and you just like looking at it.

Maybe, it's a weird analogy.

More so given what he’d be doing to you, the words he was saying while looking at you like he did. You don’t know how to read this distinctive mind of his. It’s new territory. Not completely terrifying because there’s your guide, your best friend, walking you through it. But it’s like a new mansion you’re just visiting. So bright and light and welcoming, with so many doors all closed but not locked and you don’t know what’s behind any of them even though you’re so curious to figure it out. There’s all those new faces, secrets behind those doors. You hope he’ll open them to you. All of them. They’re holding, you're certain of it, mind-blowing surprises -if the other night, where you discovered an actual man instead of your little boyish baby of a friend, is anything to go by. And it’s wonderful, that idea. That after all this time, after being so sure of knowing the kid like you’ve crafted it from scratch yourself, there is still more to learn about him. New things for him to amaze you with.

“What are you doing?” Eun is watching you with a hand on the frame of the door, eyes blown wide and a weird stance. She looks about ready to flee like she’s witnessing something so unspeakable she is that close to jump on the phone and call the cops.

That’s rude. You’d frown if you were not so concern about munching up your freshly applied mascara. Fair enough, lately, you haven’t been exactly runaway material but the way she’s looking at you is plain blank offensive.

“I’m just making myself pretty. Do I look weird to you?” Maybe you do. Maybe you overdid it a bit.

She completely ignores your concern to jump on the exciting bait you did not even mean to throw. “What for? You have a date?”

“No, I don’t. It’s for my own, uh, enjoyment.”

Her face twists comically while she tsks in disdain. “Bitch, please.” Getting ruder by the second, she is. “You have a date. It’s not Namjoon is it?”

“No, not with Namjoon. But do I look too different, like strange-different?”

“You look gorgeous, babe. I was just surprised.”

“Oh okay, cool.” You decide to take her words for facts, panicking over potentially looking like a clownish try-hard is not what you need.

“So... A date? You little cachotière*.” Here, the nerves hit. You have been nothing but excited since the text conversation you had with Jungkook the night before but now, merely an hour before he’s supposed to be home, you begin freaking out.

It’s Eun and her overuse of the “d-word”. Because it’s not like that. At all. If it becomes a date then you have to rightfully so freak the fuck out. Thanks to her, even if it's not one, you start losing it. In your state of panic, while you observe yourself liquify in the mirror -it’s quite interesting to watch, you having a crisis in real time-, blanching in utter destress, another scary thought assaults you.

Jungkook lives across the short hall from here. He and Jimin and you and Eun are so close and comfortable around each other, you basically share one giant apartment, allowing yourselves to just barge in no matter how inappropriate the moment is. The whole floor is a constant open house. The probability of having Eun find out that you’re in fact sleeping over to their's is so high, it’s almost prophetic.

Shit. She’s going to ask so many questions. And of course, she won’t believe you if you say you dressed yourself up to the nines just to go play games with Jungkook. She’d think there would be something else to it. And she’d be right. But she doesn’t need to know just yet. You were blessed enough the other night, that she drunk herself to sleep with Jimin, knocked herself out so bad she couldn’t remember anything past the cake cutting. Not that you have or want to preserve secrets from her. It’s not really secrets. “Secrets” sounds like you’d purposefully want to withhold information from her from lack of trust. It’s not like that. It’s just whatever Jungkook and you are doing is yours. There are a lot of things you two never consider sharing with other people just because they are your thing.You two share a private garden and no one will ever be invited to visit it.

“Who is it?”

“I- just- it’s a bit soon to-“

“You don’t wanna say yet. Ok, I get it.” She says it with geniune sympathy, yet her glossy lips puckered in a little pout. “Do I know him?”

“Uh- possibly.” Her eyes widen for a second before they’re looking up to the roof, searching her brain for the full list of your common acquaintances -she’s understanding and respectful but that doesn’t mean she's not eaten up by curiosity.

After a while, as you ponder over your own image and consider wiping your whole face off of the makeup to just go with something more like your everyday self, the one Jungkook knows better, Eun gives up on the investigation and redirects her attention back to you, “Is he handsome?”

You don’t know how to answer her and end up giving an incoherent babbling and spilling of squeaky sounds that can only describe it better than words would. She’s smiling a wolf grin, picking up a lipstick from her personal shelf before taking a makeup remover tissue to drag over your already painted mouth. She applies, meticulously, the new taint she’s chosen. It’s a deep red, very sultry that gives you the look of a sexy vampire or maybe a succubus.

She gets it. Jungkook's tending to observe you is not the only reason you've worked so hard on yourself. He is so deadly handsome. You always knew but not felt it arouse anything within you. You saw him as that little brother of yours who’s grown so much into a very charming, universally attractive boy. But that night, with his hair -you’d never, in more than a decade of being his friend, seen his forehead and you’re oh-so glad you did not because horny-high-school-you would probably have freaked about it, who would think that eyebrows could do so much to someone's face- pulled back and his leather jacket, quirking his eyebrow and biting his lip and leaning around like he was some kind of James Dean. You don’t know how responsible are the orgasms -surely, they can have an impact on your perception-, or your thirst, but you’ve decided, observing him more attentively since that night, that he was one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Truly.

Also you can’t actively name who would be standing right next to him on the podium but that’s just a detail. A detail you won’t share with him more than you did last time because you don’t want his ego to inflate and explode right in your face. It wouldn’t be pretty nor pleasing. He's cocky enough already as it it.

Anyway, you just want to look beautiful because he, himself, is so much so.

“I hope you’re aiming to get laid because with this magic...” Eun leaves the sentence pending, her sharp eyebrows high over her protruding eyes conclude it. You can’t control the widely telling grin drawing itself on your mouth.

“You’re gonna need a lot of convincing.” It’s the first thing he said as he saw you walked in through the cracked open door. You’d just sneaked your way through the whole length of their apartment, trying to not get caught by Jimin while having a mini attack because said Jimin was sitting right there, in the living room you had to pass by. He had headphones on and was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his cellphone that he didn’t even notice you, staring at him like a deer caught in headlight, not even flinching when in your panic to run from the scene while luck was still on your side, you had knocked down a craft bag full of noisy ramen boxes. You hadn’t even picked it up, just rushing to the end of the hallway for Jungkook’s bedroom.

You don’t know what you look like right now. You feel awkward and dishevelled and quite exposed, standing in front of him in your fancy outfit while he’s in his pyjamas, looking up at you from the bed, with an unimpressed expression masking his face.

“You know I arrived 2 hours ago, right?” He is not genuinely upset, you can tell. But there’s a little edge to his tone. An honest curiosity. And maybe a relief. Maybe he thought you had changed your mind and hadn’t bothered letting him know about it.

“Yes, sorry. Mom called.” You say it with a bratty roll of your eyes as if you’re not left warm and fuzzy each time you hang up a phone call with her.

She’s lovely. You miss her often but not to the point of actually wanting her around -she’d pester and nag the life out of you if she were to see the state of your room and just the general way you chose to do things. And she talks so much. She has so much to say every time she picks up the phone to ring you. Everything about her and about your dad and the rest of the family and the rest of the neighbourhood and what the mayor has been up too and what her colleagues at work have been discussing about these days. It goes on and on and on and you understand that it comes from a place of her missing you dearly but when most of the times it is okay and a fairly entertaining way of wasting two hours doing nothing, you couldn’t care less about whatever the hell was going to be replacing the shop next to your uncle’s when the stupid story is delaying the event of tonight. But how could you tell her that? So you sat on the barstool, your forehead pressed onto your handbag (that you didn’t need but you were supposed to go out on a date so that fit better the narrative), shoe-clad feet bouncing nervously in the air, half-listening, half-dreading, humming noncommittal monosyllabic words into the phone, as Eun watched you from the sofa, staring with a beyond confused, low-key judgmental gaze, miming with all her body how you should hang up and head out. And that’s how you arrived two hours late when you meant to be in his bedroom before he even came back from the station.

You shrug, grimacing in a form of apology. But Jungkook knows your mom like his own and doesn’t hold you accountable for the lateness anymore, his face being recovered by a soft layer of fondness at the mention of her. “She said to tell you she thinks about you a lot and misses you. And to give you kisses too.” He chuckles at that and you match him, amused by the double meaning you now give to the term. You used to almost fear those innocent kisses -more subconsciously than not, it just wouldn’t come about, none of you needing to express your affection like that- and look at you now. About to get screwed by him. For the second time.

He is staring up at you with an intensity, you don’t want to get ahead of yourself and assume what it means but it is here. And you can't help but stare back, hoping to not show too much how bad you want to jump on him right now. Lain in bed like that, back pressed against his headboard, with a half unbuttoned white silky-like shirt, and his expression and his demeanour, you can see that under the cover his legs are taut and slightly parted: he looks like he’s expecting something. You. He’s been expecting you and you’re finally here and he’s tantalizing you with the meal he knows you want to consume. Tantalizing because no matter how sure you are that his expression means he still is on board and wants you, he doesn’t look willing to make a move. “So, as I was saying: a lot more convincing will be needed.”

“Well, I’m here already. Doesn’t that tell you I- like- want it?”

“Sure. But still it’s late and I’ve been travelling all evening and I’m so tired.” He feigns a yawn. “As you can see, I was going to sleep.” What an annoying little shit. He makes his eyes all big and sorry-looking, putting his mouth in a pout like he’s saddened. But you see the quirks of his stupid eyebrows. He has the “bullshit face”. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Whenever he has it on, and he has very little control over it by the way, you know he’s in for some bullshitting. Either it shows when he wants to get away with something he’s done or doesn’t want to admit it out loud, or he’s straight on wanting to mess with you. He has had that stupid face since he was fourteen and he pretended in that one conversation about porn and sexism that he shared the same opinion as you and yes, lesbian porn for male was wrong and disgusting. He didn’t believe a word of it, and this not because he was a big fan of the genre but because he wasn’t a big consumer of porn in general -which you didn’t know at the time. You just knew that he was lying because his face contorted in a way it never did before and that was suspicious as hell.

So here comes the bullshit face and you already know why. You’re in for some torture. Jungkook and his stupid competitive ass. While he doesn’t like competing in 'real' life with other people because he doesn’t like to win over them, he has no problem with you. He loves to make your life harder. He balances it out by being the best friend you've ever had but still, so aggravating.

“Guk, seriously, don’t be mean. I already made the first step the other day!”

“And then you avoided me for a week.” He says, totally unfazed.

“It wasn’t even a week.” You’re the one scowling now. Mumbling through button-shaped lips. “Seriously, I can’t do this...” There’s a flash of alarm blinking for a second on his face as he straightens up in his bed, the cover slipping completely from his torso, exposing all the golden skin peeking from the open shirt.

“Do what?”

“‘Convince you’. I can’t- like- seduce you or whatever.” You grumble like an upset kid and that’s pretty much what you feel like. It’s like your favourite toy, the one you’ve been wanting for many Christmas is just right here, within reach, but you won’t have it because you’re required to resolve an impossible math problem or something. It’s too hard. You already feel yourself burning from embarrassment, your heart is thumping in your temple and you just decide to give up, taking a few tentative steps backward, hand already reaching out for the handle when Jungkook jumps off of his bed to grab it. Standing so tall and broad, hovering you, his warm hand holding yours and the breeze of his perfume hitting your nostrils, you’re taken by a rush of excitation. It’s crazy what the context does to perception. He stood that way in front of you so many times but never have you felt so small, never have you found him so big and attractive because of it and that scent, you’ve smelled basically all your life -a soft flowery carress-, never made your head spin that way.

“Don’t leave!” His voice is a bit loud, almost desperate and the thought that he might be makes you smile internally. “Lemme help you.” He demands so gently, with the stars in his eyes as fervent supporters to his cause, there’s no way you’d say no. He could ask you anything when he’s looking and talking to you like that, with his warm hand now pressed to your neck, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod your head once and he kisses you. As softly as he is, your hands clutch at his shirt way too intensely to match. He’s so gentle like you’re a tiny little thing he’s dreading at the idea to scare away. So different from the kisses you remember him giving you the other night. It’s lovely anyway. Tender as can be. Delicate and kind and when he pulls back to look into your eyes again, your heart warms up with all the love and adoration you have for this man. He really is your best friend, the most important person in your life that you had chosen and he makes you so happy.

“Is it okay?” He whispers so sweetly you want to wrap your arms around his neck and suffocate him with love. You nod again this time more dismissively because a scent in his breath has just interpellated you.

“Have you been drinking?”

He smiles cheekily, dipping his head down in guilt. “I had a shot or two.” You relish in the shameful tremble of his confession.

There’s this complimentary thing about you two. One would often compensate for the other's lacking. It’s never been conscious or anything but it’s always been there. You see the way he gulps visibly, you recognize the tiny blush of his cheeks sauntering to his ears, you know why he had those shots, and you feel the rush of confidence run through your veins because he is so nervous, you can see it now. Therefore, you have to tease. It’s only fair.

“You were not this nervous by text, were you?”

“Stop saying that, I’m not nervous!” He exclaims with passion but you both know he’s lying and it makes you laugh right in his face, uncaring of his pinching your cheek to make you stop. He’s just too cute and dumb.

“Keep that up and I really won’t be nice to you.”

Even if the grin remains on your face, you shudder from head to toes. His tone has dropped to a lower purr, his gaze is dark with a gravity that wasn’t there before. That's funny because it really feels like a deja-vu. Last time unrolled so similarly and you know what is supposed to happen now.

“You always say that.” He doesn’t say anything, keeps staring, engaging in an eye staring contest, daring you to not drop your own. “You threaten me but you never act on it.” You say quietly. You don’t know what comes over you, probably just the heat of the moment, but you regret almost instantly to be so reckless. You don’t want him to be merciless with you. You had a taste of him being fairly nice the other night and almost died. You’re terrified of him being mean. But here you are tempting him into doing just that.

Perhaps he, who knows you the best, reads you again like a book he’s written himself and he settles for being soft and lenient with you. He leans in to smash his lips to yours, now wet and demanding, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before you even get to close your eyes. His hands holding your head firmly, his hips leaning forward making his thighs dig into you, his tongue greets for the briefest of moment your own, sending a direct message to your centre which you can feel clench around nothing. But before you can gather back your thoughts and try and meet him and work his mouth too instead of just letting him devour you, he’s let you go. All grip on you, any proximity allowing you to feel his warmth are gone. He’s so far the only thing that's still been linking you, the thin strip of saliva joining your mouths, snaps. You’re cold outside yet burning inside, heart erratically pumping in your chest, feeling dumb and confused and abused and revolted, because why would he already stop? Especially to step back and look at you like he’s decided he now wanted to be mean.

“I’ve helped you enough. Now it’s on you.” You gawk in silence, watching mindlessly as he proceeds on making his bed, laying the cover flat so he could hop back down on it.

“What does that mean?”

“Make me feel good. Remind me why I’m letting you have me when you’re being such a bitch.” You gasp at the choice of word. He’s never used it in front of you, not even in a joking manner -or maybe once or twice but he was talking about his roommate who happens to be one at times. Your astonishment is met with the greatest smirk. He’s having so much fun because he’s got the upper hand again. “Treat me better and I’ll be good to you when it’s your turn.”

And this is one of those moments you'd encountered so many times since you were a little girl. This instance where two options would be presented to you and you had to make a choice. An important one. One that you decided would define you and therefore, it needed to be the right one. Either you choose the easiest option, indulge in your fear of the unknown, turn into a coward, denying yourself what you really want because you’re scared. Or you carry your virtual balls, decide that even if you might fail, you will follow this terrifying path out of your comfort zone because you want the future you to be proud and thankful for you. Most of these times, you did not only think about you but also about the little boy with the bunny teeth and fluffy hair and big and soft wondering eyes which were always watching you, you couldn’t permit yourself to bend and plead because you wanted to inspire him to be strong and adventurous.

The boy's right there. Not so little anymore. Not needing any push nor any light to follow. But eyes still as big and soft, looking at you so expectantly, you recall those would never hurt you. You can face the shame. You can even face the embarrassment of not knowing what to do or try and end up doing wrong because it’s just Jungkook. He’d smile to heal your bruised ego and guide you gently the way he did before.

You step forward, carefully, as if he’s become the fragile being ready to fly away now. It's silly. The precaution is for you more than for him. Legs twitching slightly, eyes set on your every move, lips now hanging open as if he’s struggling to breathe, he doesn’t look whatsoever wanting to back away. He’s waiting for you. You slip your feet out of your shoes in a swift motion, before kneeling on the bed, one hand setting on his knee. You see his Adam's apple jump up and down and you wonder if he doesn’t wish he had downed more than two shots. He keeps switching from a nervous wreck to a hot “alpha” dude and you don’t understand how you're supposed to deal with that.

When you look down, pondering over your next move, you notice the blue shorts he has on. You know them for you’ve seen him wearing them multiple times before. They’re meant to be rather loose. At least you thought they were. But as you gawp at them, you’re struck by how tight they look on his legs. They end way higher than they should because of his position, his thighs filling them up to the point of straining -if he keeps them for too long you’re sure he’ll have a thin indent along his skin. His thighs look so meaty and the part just before his knees, lacking fat rendering his monstrous muscles enhanced. You press your own legs on reflex. You had no idea a man's legs could be so attractive.

The glorious view finishes to urge you on. Trailing forward, your hands set on the object of your new obsession, fingers loving the warmth of his skin and dipping in the flesh. He feels wonderful under your touch.

Would he let you bite them a bit? Maybe if you ask nicely, he will. You shake the thought off. It’s not the plan right now. You don’t even know if he’d like that and you’re supposed to please him.

You raise yourself from the bed, keeping your balance thanks to the grip you have on his thighs and get even closer to take a seat on the left one. Jungkook looks so handsome from up close. You’re met with his soft skin and pretty shades. There’s the rather deep scar he got on his cheek one of those times when you were fourteen and you were practising riding your bikes on the low stairs in front of the subway station. You remember how scary it was to have to entangle him from his fucked up bike with half of his face pissing blood. Terrifying. But it left him with this eternal scar, charming along with his boyish features, and memory of a not-so-pleasing moment but precious friendship. You love it even more because he lies each time he's asked about it, telling crazy stories that'd never happened, while sporting a cheeky smile only you understand. And there are his beauty marks scattered here and there like they’re playing a game of hide-and-seek. You find your favourite one hiding under his bottom lip, lean in to place a kiss on it.

When you back away his eyes are shut, his face so relaxed, he looks so peaceful and happy with this tiny curve of his pink lips -lips that you notice are smeared with a faint dark red you know to be the lipstick you're wearing-, you want to squeal from how grateful you are to have him like that.

Jungkook scrapes his throat when he opens his eyes again, shifting a bit under you as if to get more comfortable and you’re reminded that he’s waiting. He’s been waiting patiently and your clit from down here pulses as to remind you that you also need something.

So you start moving. Hands pressed to his shoulders, loving how sturdy and big he feels under you, you grind languidly along his thigh. You feel it building already. You've lost the manner, the way to do this for it to be nice, but it's so hot: he is, his breath on your lips is, the room, everything is. Soon the intense gaze you’re sharing with him is broken as his head falls backward, all teeth out from how amused he is. You don’t stop moving, no matter how confusing his reaction is, because the contact on your clit feels incredible. It shoots a succesion of electric shocks through you, blanking your mind momentarily each time, there’s no way you’re stopping because he wants to make fun of you again.

“So I tell you to please me and that’s what you come up with?” He asks once his fit of chuckles have quiet down.

Breathlessly, you counter, “You said you liked that.” You’re not offended about his change of mood. You couldn’t care less. Not when you’ve figured out exactly how to move your hips to treat your cunt, when the motion has come so easy to perform you can now speed up comfortably.

“I do but when you’re done, you’ll have to try harder than that.” You nod, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. He takes hold of your hips. He’s not guiding, just letting his hands there as to feel you, encourage you. “For now, just make yourself come, babe.” Your eyes open again on his, the latter having a lot to say. You read them outright. He wonders if it’s ok to call you that. He apologizes every time he does it by accident so it feels a bit weird, unfamiliar. But the pet name, for some reasons you don’t care to elucidate, renders you all putty and giddy. He can probably feel it in the way you melt even more in his embrace, looking up at him with large eager eyes.

“I promise I’ll do better after.” It slips out of your mouth straight from your hazy heart and Jungkook catches it with eagerness. You sound so tiny and lenient. Almost pitiful.

“You’re doing great, baby.” He assures you right away, kissing your jaw with way more tongue than lips. “You’re so sexy.” You moan over him, from the pleasure building, the wetness on your skin, the praise, the name. Your fingers slip under the open folds of his shirt, too lazy and incompetent to unfasten the buttons, but so eager to grant your eyes with the glorious vision of his thick chest, they drag the tissue down as much as it’d go, not caring the least about how the stretch might hurt the skin around his neck. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” You moan in his ear. His hands on your covered hips glide along your thighs to sneak under the skirt of your dress and grab the flesh the find there.

“You know one thing that I would really like you doing for me?” His voice, texture of honey, meets the crook of your neck and coats your heart in a thick, warmth layer.

“Tell me.” You pant in his face without an once of embarrassment left. You’re rutting like a horny bitch on his thigh, begging him to tell you how you could please him. How he brought you there, how he is doing all this is beyond your comprehension but you're loving every aspects of it.

“I'd really like you to cover my cock with the pretty lipstick you have on.”

Your lips press against one another. May Eun be blessed.

“I’d love that.” His tongue is at your collarbone for a devilishly short instant. “'Will show me how desperate you are for it.”

“Ok, I will.” He smiles to you, from his bunny smile to his glittering eyes. “Can you kiss me? Like ear-earlier?” His mouth is on yours before you get the question fully out. You moan into him, finding out this is the tiny push you needed. As he licks and sucks, his fingers digging deeper in your thighs, you get off both from the friction and his kiss. You’re almost there. You can feel the heat spreading. You sneak one of your hand down his chest to his crotch to get a grasp of his cock. It’s so hard and so hot under your palm. So hot and wet in your mouth. And you are coming undone, hips snapping on his leg, eyes shut and lips open only to leave out a small, broken whine. The pressure against your clit feels a bit too intense, a bit raw and makes you jerk and wince, until Jungkook wraps his arms around you and welcomes you into his chest, kissing the top of your head while whispering something you don’t really catch through the ringing in your ear.

It’s decided. If he’s ok with it you’ll come back to his bed for all your sexual needs. Rubbing yourself on a pillow never felt that good and he hasn’t done much to you, just being there and turning you on in a way that shouldn't be allowed. When you withdraw from his lap, you’re cringing visibly from the sensitivity, movements slow and careful, face contorted. Jungkook is watching you with undisguised enjoyement, a grin biting on his lower lip.

“So I gather you like thigh riding too, now?” You shrug, red in the cheeks, avoiding his gaze. He doesn’t comment further. He just sits there, the tips of his fingers grazing mindlessly the thigh you just rode. The other set of fingers toying with the hem of his dishevelled shirt. You watch him from under your lashes, not ready to meet his eyes just yet, resulting in you having to face the prominent bulge of his crotch. The moment lasts for an eternity. All you can think about is why he won’t give it to you already. “If there’s something that you want, you should know how to ask for it.”

Aggravation is heavy on your temples. You take the time to think about it and quite frankly you don’t have it in you to start arguing for something you both know that you both want. You’re not that petty. He can have his stupid win if he wants.

“Strip already so I can- suckyouoff.” How is it so difficult to say out loud? You’ve never thought yourself to be that prude but here you are, having to say the words, and you realize you’re so unfamiliar with them if not for the erotic novels you used to read back in high school. While he, on the other hand, says all those obscenities with such perfect phlegm.

His slender fingers raise to his shirt, toying with the first button and after an excruciatingly long time which tastes of pure torture, they unfasten it. They aim for the next one but just stop there. You’re boiling, shaking, this close to jump on him and rip it off already. Decency and, to a bigger extent, pride keep you from doing so. He would like this too much.

“That won’t do, ___.” You can't help the long sigh that escapes you.

“Remember what I said? Convince me.” He says again, stressing the syllables as to make sure you get them right this time. He's pushing you so far. Too far. You don't get why he would challenge you this much. He was gentler the other night, more complaisant. Maybe it turns him on. Maybe he's not a total dick and actually likes to be worshipped rather than simply enjoying your misery. You do want to please him. Therefore, with a trembling voice, breath shorten by timidity, you pronounce aloud the words you mean but hurt to admit.

“Can I please have your cock?” Those are the magic words. In a blink of the eyes, his shirt is thrown away, one of his hand sets on his crotch, massaging it softly while the other reach for you, open palm welcoming you forward. You fit yours in it, Jungkook presses the inside of your fingers to his mouth before he drags you to him. Once you've kneeled in between his opened legs, your hand slip from his. You look up, gnawing on your lip. “Can you like- guide me through it?”

“You've never given head before?”

“I did but- I don't know. I want it to be good.” He smiles wide. That big, big grin that shows off both his up and down lines of teeth, with his dumb nose all scrunched up.

He nods, observing you quietly. And you reach for the waistband of his shorts. You mean to just drag it down to his thighs but he takes upon himself to strip completely out of it. You have no idea how he does that, standing fully naked there, in front of you -who's still fully clothed, by the way. You're not complaining; when he's looking this good, it makes it rather understandable. He looks perfect. Perfect but not in a linear, boring way. In a shockingly stunning way.

You've never had the full experience. You had the massive thighs, the broad shoulders and lean chest, his pretty face and opulent fluffy hair on top of it. But all put together, he's a deadly piece of art. Hypnotizing. Shaped like an Adonis. He looks so handsome. Gorgeous.

And of fucking course, as any piece of art, not a detail is left neglected. He's this remarkable to his very sex.

It's so fucking ridiculous. And unfair.

Quick before letting yourself the time to look at it for too long and get intimidated, you wrap your hand around it. Fairly long and lean, fair with a blushy tip. So soft and warm and hard in your hand. Such a pretty cock. The thought plagues your mind but you're smart enough to not say it aloud. It's one of the weirdest thought you've ever had, you realize.

It's true though. So true. So pretty it just pulls you in.

You kiss the head a few times, slowly, before you slide to the length. Walking your way up with your tongue, you hear him hiss aloud, see his abs contracting in spasms.

The tip of his cock is so tender. Flushed, silky and soaked, tasting and feeling so nice on your tongue, on your lips. Your eyes meet his. You're just curious to see how sweet his face looks when he's letting out all those tiny whimpers. You see him grimace, frown before he closes his eyes shut and throw his head back, blocking entirely the view you're giving him and you're wondering if you're doing this right. He's not giving you any guidance like he said he would. He's not that loud, quite quiet even, if you consider how talkative he was the other night. He's not bucking his hips uncontrollably in your wet heat like you remember your ex, Taehyung, used to do.

As you suckle on the head, dipping the tip of your tongue in the slit, your left hand holding him firmly upward while the right one, curiously tests its way down, caressing his balls. There's a switch hidden there apparently. Each time the tip of your fingers dip there, he leaves out a languid groan.

“You're not telling me what to do.” You complain between two deep inhale, raising up. Your lips feel hot, tingly, and you imagine them swollen and red. You imagine it's the reason why he's staring at them the way he is.

“I don't need to tell you anything. You're- You're doing perfect.” It makes you roll your eyes. His voice is tensed, his words stuttered but he might be faking it. He's not even cursing or anything. His hands not gripping your hair. Awfully disappointing. Perfect in your mouth but disappointing around you. Even more so, when he stops you from leaning to work your mouth on him again. “You wanna give me more?” You stare silently, not having a clue of where a yes would take you. “Wanna try to ride me?”

It’s the best sensation you’ve ever felt. Sitting on his chest like it's your throne, having him look up at you with the giant marbles he has for eyes, enchanted and eager. “Should I eat you out first?” You’re soaked. You’ve been feeling yourself drip since you tasted for the first time a drop of his precum, you don’t need to be eaten out. You know what’s to come. You’re about to have him fill you up again. After all this time craving for it, dreaming day and night about it. You wouldn’t want to delay it any longer.

When Jungkook gets busy grabbing a condom from the nightstand, you take the opportunity to throw your dress over your head. You’re not sure why he hasn’t hinted at taking it off yet. His wandering hands have been teasing the skin under it non stop but he’s never tried to actually take it off.

“Jungkook, why not take my dress off?”

He looks up from the wrapper he’s been struggling with, confusion shining in his eyes. His mouth opens, about ready to answer but he catches sight of your form, naked except for the delicate black lace lingerie you carefully picked. He’s never seen you naked with proper lightening, nor any close to this state of undressing as the last time he’s seen you in a bikini, well, you can't remember but it was probably in late middle school. He seems to like it. It’s the special gaze again. The one of a lover. The ardent one, dark, almost teary as his hands graze up your sides so lightly it leaves a painful scorching along the skin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You mean to hit his chest to chastise his over-exaggerated gravity but you can’t deny his sincerity and your hand simply lands flabbily instead. “Can I keep my, uh, underwear?” He just nods, doesn’t get cocky or mocking, eyes still bathing in your appearance, and a crazy thought occurs. Could it be possible that he sees you the same way you see him?

You don’t like to talk in leagues. It’s ridiculous and pointless and for the most part inaccurate. You know your worth. You’re a good person with a lot to offer, fairly pretty on a good day, with some flaws, of course, but nothing that outrageous, just like most people. But Jungkook is quite, he’s quite phenomenal. Friendship put aside, you can see how much of a surreal deal he is. And physically -even though it doesn't usually matter to you but since it’s about sleeping together for the sake of sex rather than feelings, it kind of does matter here-, he’s beyond anything you have ever seen, in real life or on a screen. He’s something else. Something else from another world. A perfect dream of a perfect sculptor brought to life. And he’s looking at you like he doesn’t know that, like he can’t see that and he believes it’s you the piece of art.

“Sure. You’re- It looks so pretty on you.” His voice has lost some of the heavy tension from before. He's smoothing the tissue under his fingers, studying the quiet intricacies in the pattern.

“Thanks. I just bought it.” His dark orbs snap up.

“For me?” You could lie. You could and he would never know about it but you want to tell him the truth. You nod. Shrugging slightly to pretend casualty. Kindly, he whispers, “Thank you, babe. I love it.”

Maybe it's the timid blush on your cheeks that manages to change his heart. Either way, it’s like he finally thinks you’ve done enough and don’t deserve to be waiting any longer. However, now it’s your turn to delay the action a bit. Placing your hand on his just wrapped firmly around his cock, you prevent him from covering it up just yet. There’s still precum shinning at the slit, and the head looks so sweet, you just need to know if it’d feel as good against your clit as it did on your tongue. It does. It’s soft and sleek, warm, it toys so pleasingly with your button and the visual, the visual is sinful. The cherry on top is the expression you catch on his face when you look up. Jungkook is as mesmerized as you are by the sight.

“I want you now, Guk.” It takes him a good five seconds during which he gauges your gaze. You’re not sure what he meant to find there. Doubt maybe? Disappointment? Probably. Disappointment matching his own for he seems to drag on the moment he separates your two sexes to proceed on slipping the condom on. You feel it too. The almost dread. There’s a vivid image of him jerking himself off against your clit that blinks furiously behind your eyelids. Fuck. It doesn’t help to see him tug at his cock and manipulate it between those beautiful veiny hands of his.

“Up.” You obey forthwith, pushing on your knees to let him place the tip just under you. His free hand push the crotch of your panties to the side, managing to sneak a couple of fingers between your lips. It makes him smile when he sees you unwittingly bucking your hips forward. “You control it all, ok? It’s like for my thigh, you just do what feels good to you, yeah?”

You nod. The rational part of your brain is freaking out but the greedy glutton that is the other side jumps on the occasion. Literally. In one swift motion, you've downed yourself completely on him, taking his cock entirely in, you’re almost positive you can feel him in your womb. It has him gasp loudly, cursing under his breath as his hands fly to your hips to squeeze them meanly. You don’t know if it’s a manifestation of a brusque and unexpected rush of pleasure or if you’ve hurt him as much as you hurt yourself. He should have done it. He’s the one that knows how to get you off. He gives you the power for five seconds and you manage to hurt the both of you with your incompetence and stupid hormones. It's not a good time to give up though. Not when he still has the steamiest kisses for your collarbones. You start rising up slowly this time, it’s decided you’re keeping it slow. It’s easier for you and brings you progressively to a more comfortable fit. Also as you take your time to free every inch and take them back in one by one, you get to feel him graze your walls. It’s a wonderful sensation. Being that filled up. Being on top of this man who’s still holding you like you’re holding his faith between your hands and he’s so willing to know what you’ll decide to do with it.

Lucky for him, you're feeling merciful. It’s hard not to when through the layers of sweat and crimson covering him into your lover, you still catch glimpses of your best friend. The cute little boy, forever the cure to your loneliness and adversities, the one person you would give up your whole life and its aspirations for. Even your family, you care so much about them, love them so dearly but you’re still marked by that time you had to come to the realization that your life was your own and you had to disappoint them by going against what they wanted for you just because it didn’t match your vision. But Jungkook, Jungkook could ask anything from you, anything and you’d give it to him. You’d give up on anything that’s ever meant something to you. Because he is everything. He's all the meaning your life owns. You’re not sure if it’s the right time but it’s there, sitting on his cock, riding him minutely that you feel a rush of utter love and adoration for the one friend that possesses your happiness since you were little. He's so sweet to have never withheld it from you but you know it depends on him. You could cry just meeting his pretty eyes looking back at you with as much fondness as your heart feels.

You’re getting too sappy, it’s ridiculous. You gather it comes from the pace, nice but not high enough to have you two focused entirely on the pleasure. Therefore you proceed to mix it up as much as your body would allow you. Switching the speed, the movements, rotating your hips instead of rising them, going back to jumping on it, just guiding yourself by his reactions, the quiet curses, the kneading of your flesh under his hands, the wincing of his features. He’s so hot. So sexy. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. You don’t even deliberately control your hips anymore. It’s just your body following closely Jungkook's advice. Doing whatever feels good.

“Guk, I’m close.” His eyes which had been closed for the past few minutes from the deep grinding of your hips against his pelvis suddenly shoot open. They’re not soft nor gentle anymore. All dark and intense again.

He grabs your face in his hand, the thumb digging in your left cheek as the rest of his fingers press the other one. Pressing his mouth hard to yours he asks, “Will you come for more?” He's harsh, voice severe as he doesn't speak but growl, sending an electric jolt to your spine. Soon the idea that there might be even more hidden wherever that Jungkook comes from is sending liquid fire to your cunt.

“Yes, yes, I will!” You gasp, blinking a tear down your cheek. He notices it and let his grip on your face to wipe it away. You’re about to come. You’re so fucking close. You can tell the ball of your orgasm has reached its maximum size, it just needs something, one little something to burst and annihilate everything else. “Why?” His hand is back to the side of your face, not rigid like before instead warmly cupping it. Eyes searching for yours, he presses, “Why is that? Baby, tell me please.”

“Cause you’re so goo-uh”

“Me or my cock?” He chuckles against your hair and you wonder how the fuck he has enough brains left to make jokes, when he’s that deep inside of you and must be, has to be, as close as you are.

“B-both” That makes him laugh again, that same mean chortle.

“Yes,” He’s moaning it so languidly. He relishes in the idea. “Shit- come here.” Jungkook presses down on your lower back, you follow leniently, like clay in his hands, laying entirely on top of him. He helps you raise your ass up higher and once you meet the perfect position to take it, he starts thrusting upward hard, slowly but brutally, each time you can hear the loup clap of his hips against your skin, you’re pretty sure it’s going to hurt tomorrow but for now, it feels fabulous.

It’s so rough and it feels like you’ve been going at it forever. The girth is dragging the ring of your hole along with the movement and that stimulation alone is electrifying. You’re almost there.

“Tell me- talk to me,” Desperation is laced closely to his tone now. It fits him so well, you're loving it. “Tell me y-you’ll come back to me for m-more, please.” He’s losing it, you can hear it in his tremble, his cute stutter. And the grunts he’s leaving between each needy word sound animalistic.

“I will, Jungkook.” It comes out before you even get to think the confession over. But as it does, you realize you mean them entirely. “I’ll always come back, you just, ah, you fuck me so well. So fucking good, your big cock always-” A particularly strong thrust, resembling more of a spasm, pushes a new tear down your cheek. “fills me up so good, you- no one has ever-“

“Fuck. No one has ever what?”

“Fucked me this good, shit.” Shockingly enough it’s your own words, filterless, genuine and born from the fabulous heat of this moment, that suffice to push your orgasm to the edge and make it explode and invade your whole being, body and mind. You don’t even take notice when Jungkook ends up coming, blinded and rendered deaf by your own pleasure.

It's when your erratic heart starts to calm down, and your muscles to relax, melting calmly into Jungkook’s body who’s welcoming you so kindly, not complaining about the heat or the weight or the stickiness, you gather he came too.

It’s incredible this sensation. Not that you’re proud of it but being taken over by pleasure so much so to render you selfish and clueless of your every surrounding, even your lover, it’s never happened before. You wonder if that’s not the precise reason why none of your before-Jungkook orgasms can compare.

As you land back safely on his chest, you're only granted a few minutes with his agitated heart beating under your cheek and his comforting warmth before your surroundings reappear to you, obnoxiously reminding themselves to existence. “Oh my god, Jimin!” You whisper yell in a theatrical gasp. It just makes Jungkook laugh. This moron.

“S’fine, he has Eun to discuss it with.” You raise up, fighting the fatigue, just to glare at him. It's the same stupid argument as last time. Except this time, it's so fucking worse. You still don't get how casual he can be about this. “I don’t care. Do you?”

a/n : Phew. That was a big chunk. If you made it this far, i thank you immensely. I’m sorry if the editing is a bit off, i’ve been looking at this piece of work for too long and my head is torturing me so yea, soz. What did you think? Tell me all your thoughts!! There’s still one chapter to go (but i don’t know when it’ll be up - i have other little spooky projects to attend to, i hope you guys don’t mind). ANYWAY. A beautiful week-end to you guys, kisses, love & 🍗🍜. :)

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graveyardollie · 4 years ago

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Dying Angel - Awakening Demon - Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Arguing, anxiety, panic attack, self-doubt, self-loath, trauma, traumatic memory, abuse, neglect, unsympathetic Deceit/Janus (let me know if there is more) Ao3 link Roman didn’t know what to do. He was being an idiot back there. It was almost like he wasn’t controlling himself. But how could he explain this to Patton? His little brother doesn’t even want to look in his direction. Roman was ashamed of himself. Virgil looks like a good guy, Roman knows that. So why every time he is near this man, Roman wants to rip his head off with his own hands? It was a weird feeling and Roman did not like it. He felt like a monster. He was scared to come back to Patton. Roman didn’t want to hurt him as their mom did. So where did the monster belong to? “With me,” the voice next to him said. Roman backed off. It was this...man from his dream. What is going on with him? “You’re...you’re not real. This is not happening.” Roman grabbed his head and looked at Janus with pure fear. “Roman, please. I just want to help you. You are a monster. And there is a special place for monsters like you.” “No. Get out. Get out of my head!” Janus rolled his eyes and came closer to Roman, grabbed his hand, and smiled. “I am real. See? There is nothing to be afraid of. Please...just...let me…” Janus came closer and closer and Roman felt his body weakened with every step Janus took. Roman thought of Patton. He thought then of their mom. He will not become her. He will not harm Patton. And he will not trust some random guy on the street promising to change his life. “I said. Get off of me.” Roman pushed Janus back and ran.

**** “Maybe I was too harsh after all…” Patton sniffled. He never yelled at his brother like that. Not even when he kidnapped Patton from their house and made him live on the streets. Not even when he almost died in this stupid forest for some attention. So why was he so protective of this stranger? Was he somehow more important to Patton than his own brother? The answer was no, obviously. So what was it? Patton wanted to run after Roman immediately but Virgil stopped him. He suggested to Patton that maybe a bit of walk wouldn’t hurt Roman. He had definitely some thinking to do. Still...Patton was worried sick about his big bro. Ro couldn’t handle problems properly. He always would blame himself even if something wasn’t his fault. Well, it was his fault this time but...that was even worse… “The guy literally beat me up almost to unconsciousness just for breathing in the same room as he does. I think you weren’t too harsh after all Pat. I promise.” Virgil smiled a little but Patton wasn’t in the mood. “Look. I know, those few weeks have been hard for you both. I mean, you live peacefully and then some random dude comes to your house and now you have to take care of him. Roman got a bit jealous, I get that. You two are inseparable, right?” “Y-yeah...I mean...we have had a troublesome childhood and...we promised to each other to stick around, you know...but I had to go to college to chase my dreams of becoming a movie director. I guess, Roman just wanted to have me for himself for a bit. But it’s not your fault Virgil, please, remember that. Roman is in the wrong here. He has every right to miss me, but you didn’t ask to be hit by our car, by ROMAN, right? So…” Patton sighed deeply. “I don’t know Virgil...I just want him to come back and talk to him. He hasn’t been himself lately.” Virgil wanted to hug Patton. He wanted to tell him everything would be okay. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Roman was a very complicated person and he knew as long as Virgil was here, Roman would not come back. “Patton, I- I know this is happening really fast. I’m sorry. I know this is not entirely my fault, but...something is going on in here. I can feel it. And I was brought to this world to actually do something good, I think. I was given a chance. And...I think this is my chance. I need to leave Patton. My presence is making everything worse and I cannot allow that.” Patton got confused. What was Virgil talking about? Brought to this world? “Wha-?” “It’s okay, Pat. I will message Roman that he can come back home. Don’t worry. You and your brother will be together again.” Virgil came closer and gave Patton a little kiss on the cheek. Then everything turned into pleasant darkness, full of beautiful dreams. By the time Patton woke up, Virgil was gone. It got really dark as well. What time was it anyway? Patton searched everywhere. No Virgil, no Roman. He was all alone. This reminded him of those nights home where he wasn’t allowed to see Roman. He called his name but every time Roman tried to come to Patton’s room, their mom would chain Roman to his bed. So Patton had to stay quiet, otherwise, his brother would get in trouble. But now? Now he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was so fucking tired. He wanted Virgil back. He wanted Roman back. He hated being alone. So Patton called Logan. When Logan heard Patton’s voice, he knew something was very wrong. He never heard Patton in such distress. He begged Logan to come over and help him, but Patton didn’t need to do that. Logan was already on his way while they talked on the phone. He hung up when he was at Patton’s door. Logan’s heart broke at the sight of Patton’s face. He was crying. His eyes were puffed up and his glasses weren’t on his face. Patton’s cheeks were red as the rose and his hair was messier than usual. Logan froze. What happened and who did he need to kill? Before Logan got the chance to ask anything, Patton jumped and hugged Logan very tightly. Logan returned the gesture. “Shh...it’s okay Patton.” “ -hic- ‘s not” “Questions and answers?” “No.”

“Movies?” “Y-yea” “Aladdin?” Small nod. “Alright then.” Logan grabbed Patton into his arms and walked with him to the living room. He turned Patton into a blanket burrito, kissed him on the forehead, and proceeded to head to the kitchen to grab some sweets, ice cream, and maybe popcorn. When he came back Patton was in the middle of a silent panic attack. Logan put everything he had in his hands on the ground and rushed to Patton. “Patton, hey, I am here, alright? Look at me. Take deep breaths. 7 in, 4 hold, 8 out.” “Y-you won’t leave me, r-right? Please, p-please don’t...don’t leave…” “I will not leave you, Patton. I promise. I will stay here as long as it will be necessary.” Logan grabbed Patton’s hand gently and kissed it, like a prince in a Disney movie does. Logan picked up the food from the ground and placed it on the table. Then he picked the movie on the TV and sat next to Patton hugging him through the whole movie, whispering some kind and calming things to him when he started to visibly shake again. When the movie ended Patton was already asleep. Logan kissed him gently a few more times, he murmured something quietly, something that Logan couldn’t quite catch. But Pat smiled, so that must’ve meant that it was something pleasant. Logan sighed deeply. He was worried sick. Roman wasn’t home yet. Does that mean this has something to do with him? Probably. Unfortunately, Logan wasn’t allowed to kill Roman for hurting his little brother. Patton would not forgive him. What a shame. He could scold him though. Who leaves his brother to have a panic attack alone in his little house, knowing very well how bad it will probably end? Roman apparently.

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Majo

A/N the labor of love that was trying to post this thing. Let me know what you think of my first attempt at shy girl.

You stand in the doorway of class 1A, still not used to the move you were forced to make all from a stupid, stupid dare two months ago. You hunch your shoulders, it doesn't matter that you're so early that you're the only soul in the classroom.

It does not ease your racing heart or the intimidation that is class 1A.

Especially since you came from the support class.

"Are you going to enter or block the door all fucking day, extra?" A growl comes from behind you and you startle.

"S..sorry." You blush madly, stepping to the side so he may enter. He sucks his teeth in response and plops himself into his desk.

Deadly jaw sitting in an even deadlier palm. You swallow frustrated with your self and the furious blush that just won't go away.

The blonde is the last person you want to see. You sit in front of him in class and you already feel his candy apple red eyes piercing the back of your head although they currently stare at clouds that float gently across the sky. He sighs heavily and you only now notice the bandages on his cheek and forearms. You frown, was he pushing himself too hard again?

"Whatcha looking at, Y/N-chan?" A purr in your ear has your heart jumps into your throat before a deep chuckle rings out.

"Kiri..Kirishima-san." Your face is red, and you're stammering. Damning your body for flustering so easy, scarlet eyes slide back to you at the door. You look away instantly.

"Please I told you call me Kiri or Eijirou." He says rustling your short hair, before taking his seat. He talks to Bakugou who's eyes haven't left you yet.

You can tell when his eyes linger from the weight of them. Thanks to your quirk you can feel when someone's eyes are on you, it's one of the main reasons you are so shy. Knowing when people are staring AND feeling the heaviness of a gaze can be overwhelming. You've come a long way at learning to block most of them out, having them fade to the background but some people have intense eyes and it often comes to the forefront of your mind whether you like it or not.

And Bakugou Katsuki is one of the few you cannot ignore.

Still you woman up and sit down in front of him. Keeping your posture straight as you add some cliff notes to your notes from yesterday's class.

You no longer feel the burning sensation at the exposed base of your neck as you hear him and Kiri erupt into laughter.

You try not to blush. The rest of 1A floods into the room with plenty of time to talk. You feel thankful to hear the chatter that you've grown used to, their energy feels happy as they all speak.

The sound of a scrapping chair pulls you from your notes. You smile at the strawberry milk skinned girl with matching hair, as she sits closely to you. Elbows resting on your desk. Mina has wormed her way, as with the rest of the girls, into the status of friend.

"Oh do you need to borrow my English notes?" You beam brightly before it sours as you study her face. She wears that devilish grin, you swallow at the thought of trouble.

"I heard a rumor about you." You instantly blush and her smile widens.

"You cant just ask people about their own rumors, its rude!" Ida says, emphasizing his belief with jabs of his left arm.

"So its true by the hue on your cheeks huh?" She teases, you look for Urakaka-chan. Midorya, even Kiri for help but not a soul makes eye contact with you.

"Mina!" Ida chides but you take a deep breath. It was bound to make it to class 1A sooner or later.

"Wha...what rumor?" You whisper as anxiety gnaws at your chest as you worry over how twisted the rumor may have become.

"I heard you influenced two teachers with your quirk." She leans in closely and you try to avoid her gaze, "Midnight and All Might."

The class grows quiet at the mention of his name. You swallow thickly as you're sucked back into the memory.

It was just a fucking dare gone bad.

"Y/N, truth or dare?" What was supposed to be your best friend asked you.

"I..I'm not very good at this game." You said sheepishly but she grinned ear to ear. One of the things about Kiko is that she loooooved to bully you into abusing your power but she defended you from other, more dangerous bullies all through the school years so it was a no brainer to follow her to UA.

"Come on, itll be easy." You deepen in shade but not because of her peer pressure but because you feel those eyes on you again today. You seize, almost frozen from the weight before they seem to glide away, your shoulders relax. You see him across the court yard lazing in the shade of a tree.

"Look Y/N, I'll even give you your options up front." She looks around as she thinks, she spots her target "The dare is to make All Might and Midnight scream 'Fuck you' to one another."

"The truth?" You ask almost timid even after all these years.

"You tell us who you have a crush on." You go to open your mouth but she stops you, "Aina here can make you tell the truth with her quirk if you're lying."

You feel your skin prickle with worry, your cheeks blossom with embarrassment.

You're not even sure you if you like this person and to have Kiko know his name would be mortifying. You look her in the eyes with your most intense gaze she flinches. She's seen your ability first hand.

"Dare." You almost growl with a new found furry as you plop onto the grass crossing your legs. Normally you would need a mirror to do this but since it is two people you'll need to keep your eyes closed. One person is easy to manipulate but two, almost simultaneously will be difficult. You let the energies of others fade away as your world falls into a black drop. All Might appears and you startle for a moment when you see more than his energy lingering around him, you ignore it and you focus hard on Midnight.

They both appear on the black backdrop, you concentrate on them both until they come into sharp focus, they are closer together in this plane than in real life.

"Her nose is bleeding..." You hear Kiko's friend speak.

"Quiet." She snaps.

"Turn to one another." You whisper both aloud and to them. They do with ease, "You're angry, furious. How could they how could they how could they?!"

You watch their faces distort, pulling on distant memories in them both, altering the who they were furious with into one another.

"Now scream, tell them how you feel. Tell them what you've always wanted to yell at the top of your lungs." You breath in feeling both of their voices mingle together in your throat before you whisper, "Fuck you!"

"FUCK YOU!!!" They shout, pulling you from the plane at lightening speed. You smile proud of your work, that's the first time you've 'worked', as you call it, two people at once. The yard goes quiet as they both fluster, cheeks burning red as they realize what has happened. You wipe your nose at the wrong time catching the eye of Aizawa.

"Earth to Y/N?!" Mina asks. Your heart races before you look her square in the eye.

"Yes, it was me."

She looks shocked before she laughs, "Oh that's so cool!!"

You feel everyone's eyes on you, including a pair of deep red. You try to fight the anxiety but thankfully Aizawa lazily strolls into class with his normal bored look, distracting the class.

All but one.

"Alright class, sit in your seats." He begins the lesson shortly after the scrapping of chairs and desks cease. He starts with a history lesson of Hero's before segueing the conversation into identifying a quirk in moments. Your pencil scratches against paper, eyes fully glued on your handwriting to avoid Sensei's eyes. It's getting to the part of his lecture where he pauses for a question.

"What's the quickest way to identify a quirk, Y/N?" Fear grips you tightly in its inescapable fingers. Your heart clenches, blood rushes to your face and deepens in color on the back of your neck. Sweat collects quickly on your palms as you gulp softly. This is the first time he's called on you and Sensei's eyes feel heavy on the top of your head.

You know this is one of those questions that has several right answers and you know what the best answer is but what if you don't?

What if you say the wrong thing and Aizawa scolds you in front of every one?

What if it isn't the answer he is looking for and the whole class thinks you a fool when he says the most correct answer?

What if you can't speak at all? What if they laugh, shunning you back to the support class where you belong

What feels like ages passes in a matter of seconds. Seconds too long that could seem like stalling.

Oh Kamisama what if Sensei thought you weren't paying attention at all? You want to let your body shake but you clench your fists hard enough that your palm is sure to have bloody half moons. Your lip quivers as you try to force the answer out. Nothing comes and you bite your lip to keep from whimpering in front of the whole class.

Why you? Why did you have to be so fucking scared of the simplest shit?

You feel the burning then, not of the other nineteen students that wait patiently for your answer but of his unforgiving red eyes.

"You watch them." He growls impatiently behind you.

"Very good Bakugou." He says returning to his lecture. Relief and sadness seep into your veins, bringing you down from the rush of adrenaline. Shame hands heavy in your eyes at it threatens to spin. You swallow your disappointment and the sob that threatened to leave your lips.

Class goes on, lunch comes and goes in a blur and before you know it Aizawa is handing out his personal homework assignments. He goes up and down each row as he tells them their nightly task, dismissing them when he is finished. You hear Sensei pause behind you.

"Bakugou, tonight after your normal task I want you to meditate. Relax anyway you know how so you can attempt to keep your temper in check."

"Yea yea." The blonde waves his hand as if to shoo Aizawa before sensei takes a step to you.

"Y/N. How often do you get to practice your quirk?" You face him but keep your eyes on his chest

"I was called a witch growing up. So it wasn't until recently did I start getting the hang of it." You admit shyly. Aizawa thinks for a moment but you're too distracted by the energy that is still present behind you.

"Your file says you can do quite a bit. From spying to your display in the courtyard." You feel petrified as he discusses your quirk, something you've always wanted to keep secret but Kiko convinced you other wise. You swallow thickly wanting to protest but Sensei speaks much faster than you.

"I want you to spy on me from 5pm to 6pm tonight. I want detailed notes on what I've done for that hour. If you can hear my thoughts while you spy I want a select few of those as well." He gives a rare smile as you actually shake, "Let's add something else too. I want you to envoke a feeling in me. Or try to anyway."

"Sensei, you'll be too far..."

"I said try. It's best to try and fail than to fail to try." He grabs his notebook from the lecuturn before leaving you dumbfounded, so much so that you do not even notice that Bakugou is already standing at the door. His back to the class room as he readjusts his bag.

"Oi." He calls, burning eyes peeking over his shoulder, "Get a move on extra. They turn the lights off in less than ten minutes."

You scramble for your items as fear creeps into you once more. Being alone in the dark is how you discovered your quirk in the first place.

Your eyes snapped to his moving figure as he exits the class room.

"W...wait please Bakugo-senpai." That's how fearful you were of a wondering mind in an unfamiliar place. You rush for the hallway bumping into the ash blonde who bares his teeth in response.

Still he walks with you down the winding path to the dorms as the winter sun begins to set early. Once you see the dormitory for class 1A your practically fall into a sprint, almost late to prepare for your difficult assignment.

You slip off your shoes in a hurry, your thigh high socks give no traction on the shining wooden stairs and you slip. Falling up the steps but you have no time for embarrassment. You'll be missing your window of opportunity.

"Slow down!" A growl from the ground floor as the door to the stairwell slams shut. You fumble with your keys before finally swining the door wide open rummaging through your closet for the gift your grandmother gave you when you were a child. The opaque black orb of onyx weighs heavy in your hands as you set it neatly on the low table in your room. You slam your door shut, light candles and turn on your Himalayan salt lamp. You arrange your notebook before doing the math on the distance between you and Aizawa.

Five whole miles.

Was the campus really that large? You try to push down the panic of failing miserably as this would be the furthest you've tried to manipulate a mind

Spying, well spying was easy, you could see anyone anywhere at anytime with just a small compact mirror. But working them?

Well that would prove difficult.

You breath deeply before focusing on the orb before you, letting your eyes lose focus only to refocus in the black backdrop on conciousness. You slowly push away those you do not want to feel or see until you spy Aizawa. Your heart races as you approach him though he cannot see you.

You begin to write details about his apartment as you take it in, the smell of his now finished dinner and the sandlewood candle he has burning.

Most of the hour passes with a bore as he reads his book, a fat cat sleeping soundly on his stomach. Just as you're about to root through his mind for a feeling to alter Mina comes busting in through the door you forgot to LOCK in your haste.

She breaks your concentration as she guides the girls into your room, flustered you begin to lose site of Sensei.

"Oh what have we here?" She asks plopping down on her stomach in front if you snatching at your notebook.

"Hey!" But you can't tear your eyes away yet.

"Wow this is what you see?" Uraraka asks peering over Mina's shoulder.

"Sensei has a cat?" Asks Momo as she sits with her legs crossed.

"Yes and yes. Where is everyone else?" You ask, "Mina if you arent going to give me my notebook back at least take my notes. Please make them legible."

"Practicing still." Momo answers.

"Ah so you do have a bossy side!" Mina says delighted with her pen poised.

"Its not that. I..I just have more confidence when I use my quirk is all." You blush.

"So what is our great sensei doing?"

"Reading the same damn book he has for the past 55 minutes."

"What's he wearing?"

"Mina?!" You all say in unison.

"Please like you all don't want to know too." She gives a pointed look to everyone else around the room. You feel their eyes fall on you in curiosity.

"His hair is tied back. You can see his scar, he looks..." You pause, "Handsome. He's wearing a black t shirt and lounge pants that are loose fitting. He's reading some mindnumbingly boring book."

Five minutes pass with no change.

"Ugh Aizawa is boring. Spy on someone else."

"But..."

"But it will be good practice. Oh I'll let you spy on my crush." It's her turn to have a slight blush.

"You mean Kirishima-san?" You tease and she whines.

"Ah is it that obvious?"

"Yes." A chorus

You find him with ease, grunting as he does his nightly ritual of pushups. His phone in easy reach to change his music should he wish.

"He's sweating." You say softly, "He's almost done with his pushup regime. Mina send him a text. I wanna see something."

"Oh what..what should I say?"

"Some thing you normally would or..do something flirty." She listens and Kiri smiles at his pinging phone falling to his forearms, you relay his actions.

"Heh so cute." You whisper his own thought aloud in his voice. Mina's phone pings back with an extra string of emojis attached.

"aaahhh" she squeals, "Now make him fall in love with me."

You laugh aloud.

"It doesn't work like that. I...I can." You struggle to explain it, "If I fabricate the feeling he will find out eventually before getting extremely paranoid. I could do it if he's felt it before and just change who he feels that way about. But that's tricky love is much harder than hate."

They all stare at you astonished before chiming in with their crushes. You blush before Momo assumes her normal motherly roll.

"Let's not pressure her into doing something she doesn't want to do." She places her arm around you as if to protect you. You see how happy Mina seems to be so you decide to give in.

"But it would be good practice." You smile and now all the girls are sitting giving you their full attention, "Momo you first.

"T..todoroki." She admits more shyly this time and you let your eyes lose focus on the onyx orb.

"He's sitting at the katsu in his very traditional dorm room, idly scrolling through Insta as he maps out his outline for an upcoming paper. He's come across a picture from Momo. The selfie of you and your Russian doll 'BFFs'. He's smirking, like actual smile." You creep into his mind as he likes the photo. You relay how your chest feels a little warm and tight before adding in the smallest Todoroki whisper. 'Cute caption.'

Mina inhales sharply.

"I TOLD YOU HE'D LIKE THE SELFIE!! YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE IDEA AND CAPTION." She gushes as Momo's cheeks deepen a shade.

"Midorya?" You ask U-chan who nods furiously. You laugh when you find him in the black plane of consciousness before you step into his room.

"What?" Uraraka asks nervously.

"He's staring up at his phone in his hands, lying on his back. He's thinking as he's staring at a blank message to a Uraraka in his phone. He's retyped a message four times that just says hey."

You giggle before saying, "Uraraka send him a text."

She does and you feel your heart burst when he reads the text. His palms sweat as he types out his request for a date that's not a date before he gives up and sticks with a how are you?

U-chan blushes and Mina laughs. You peer into the lives of a few others in class 1A as they call out suggestions. Jirou and Kaminari sit closely on the couch, Kaminari is sweating and scared she will notice. Sero snickers to himself as he plans a prank for Kiri later, mineta sleeps under a pile of huge blankets. Mina suddenly snaps up

"Oooh you know who I would love to see when they think no one is watching?" She asks having the full attention of the room, "Bakugou Katsuki."

Your blush goes into a shade of red so deep you almost feel light headed.

"Oh no. Let's uh...let's not look at him." You stammer but Mina bites onto it like a rabid dog.

"Come oooonnn. Aren't you curious too?" She has a point. You are curious if that hothead is angry all the time, "or do you have a crush on him?"

"It is not that." You snap before focusing on finding him.

He is by far the easiest to find, what with his intense energy. He might as well be a beacon.

You walk slowly through the endless black, stalling a bit before you approach the steam. Which should have been your first hint as you walk through the fog

"Ooooh!" You flush fiercely as you realize he is taking a bath. In water so hot it must be scalding.

"What?" They ask, leaning closer to the orb as if they could see.

You stand there in the bathroom with him as he groans outwardly sinking deeper into the bath his head leaning back against the tub. Your heart races, you don't need to reach into his mind as you feel a sense of calm surround you.

"He's in the bath." You whisper and they stare at your zoned out face though it is red. You go to pull away but you almost can't and the girls do not protest.

"He feels...calm. Relaxed. Warm. Hes so muscular and they ache. He's replaying fights in his head subconsciously. He's hurt."

"Where?" They breathe.

"Forearms mostly. Pushing his quirk pretty hard." You say nearing his skin, your fingers trace along the small burns before a shiver runs down his spine. You startle. No one has ever reacted to your presence before. You chalk it up to it being your own imagination

"He's got a text from Kiri-san. He mentions Mina, he's teasing him for..." you lean closer to read, before seeing your name on the screen. His body reacts to your name with such violence it causes fat tears to spill from your delicate eyes.

"Hey..."

"Quiet." You snap, you need to sort this knotted feeling he has. His stomach flips as he reads it, heart no longer calm and eyes no longer distracted by replays.

Your nose begins to bleed as you keep yourself from plunging into his thoughts. He sucks his teeth with a snarl, his mind is open and he projects across the small bathroom the sight of you. Blushing, from your first day in 1A to the deep hue you carried today in class.

"Asshole Aizawa." He mutters before slamming his phone down. Not even bothering to reply to Kirishima's text. 'I saw you walking home with Y/N today 😏"

The girls gasp as you relay the feelings, the encounter and text.

"I don't want to invade his mind too much. He's very open which means I could get lose in the call of my quirk." You admit and the girls nod.

"Oh no." You whisper shout as he begins to stand. You turn frantic as he reaches for a towel to wrap around his waist. The girls blush but demand every detail that you so painstakingly give them.

"I didnt see uh... but his back..." you start following him like a shadow as he makes his way to the mirror, "His back is chiseled like the gods. He isnt as scrawny as he seems. His shoulders broad and his eyes. Shit his eyes are looking right at me."

After that you go silent as the event unfolds before you.

You panic as you see them squint in the mirror at your reflection before a cocky grin disarms you.

"Spying on me are you, little enchantress." He says darkly and you suddenly feel stuck in the bathroom, struggling to return to your mind. It's rare but you've heard of people with your quirk before getting caught or being so close to someone they can be seen.

Why did you have to spy on Bakugo Katsuki?

You blush furiously at the intimacy. You cannot tell if you're feeling your own heart race or his as you stand in place struck dumb by that immobilizing gaze. He turns around closing the distance as you phase in and out of his vision. He grips your chin and you feel stunned.

To touch you? To feel you in the tunnel of your minds is astonishing. You gasp for air.

"Taking Aizawa's lesson a bit far aren't you?" He smirks, dark eyes piercing into your soul and suddenly you feel naked. He chuckles before adding, "Like what you see?"

You swallow your desire, of both him and to manipulate him here and now. It would be easy you can feel even at the fringes of his mind that he has wanted someone before.

It would be easy to make it you.

"Y/N?!" The girls shout but they sound far away, more blood seeps from your nose and even your eyes as you fight against yourself.

"You're pushing too hard." He bites out wiping away the blood with the pad of his thumb, explosions dance along his forearms in anger.

"It's time you leave little enchantress." He says pushing against your third eye chakra, you fall backward in slow motion before you slam into the floor that shatters the room and his mind into shards. You fall through the layer of darkness before inhaling deeply in your own body. The girls fuss over you with tissues but you are, for one of the first times in your life, angry.

Seething.

You hear the door to the boys bathroom slam and you stand, livid to be caught by him of all people.

How dare he

How dare he catch you

How dare he touch you

How dare he overcome your quirk.

Before you realize it you're standing in front of the hot headed boy's dorm, slamming your fist in a quick percussion.

You do not hear your friends follow your angry wake.

He swings the door open, only having had enough time to replace his towel with black boxers. His eyes are narrowed and mouth snarled

"What the fuck do you want?" A growl so low that suddenly you realize what you're doing.

It's much different staring into his hot red gaze in person than in the security of your own mind. You swallow as you feel everything rush around you. How could you be so stupid? He probably doesn't remember, he may have thought it all was a dream. Stupid stupid.

Fucking STUPID.

You begin to shake as the high of your very brief rage dies. Like a flame snuffed out of existance. You feel feverish, the hall spins and your vision begins to blur. You had pushed yourself too hard, spying and feeling people's emotions for hours was taking its toll. Your knees buckle beneath your slim frame but strong hands catch you before you fall to the hardwood. You're pulled into his dorm and sat on the edge of his bed. Your breath comes too quickly, what with the combination of the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze, the lingering smell of his body wash and the fresh linen of his sheets. You're over stimulated and not in the good way. If you aren't careful you'll begin to dissociate and then your mind will wander on it's own. Panic continues to plague you as you try to swallow down air.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're shaking like one of those bitch chihuahua dogs." He snaps and with that fat tears fall from your eyes. How could you ever have had a chance with this strong, confident boy when you couldn't even face him after an almost imaginary confrontation?

"Why the fuck are you crying!?" A half yell.

"Its...its called a...a..." you stuttered before screaming, so frustrated with yourself and this infuriating dumbass, "IT'S CALLED A PANIC ATTACK YOU INSENSITIVE ASS!!"

Well if he didn't like you before he sure as hell doesn't now. You choke on a sob, slender hands flying to cover your deep crimson face.

How could you be so caught up in wanting to please your new, genuine, friends that its come to this? Sitting in front of an unrelinquished crush showing him the ugliest most valnurable side of yourself.

Because you're a selfish bitch, that's why.

"YOU BITCH! I TOLD YOU TO STOP WORKING ME! I'M YOUR FATHER FOR CHRISTS SAKE."

"YOU EVIL WITCH YOU MADE YOUR MOTHER LEAVE!"

A slap rings in your ears as you struggle to breath. The voices get louder and louder before you bend over, cradling your head with you elbows as your hands claw at the nape of your neck and upper back

Anything to make his voice go away.

Cool liquid collects under your nails and only then does the pain begin to drown it out. You dig deeper.

"Stop." A low threat with a tug of your arms has you facing the ash blonde, his hands tighten on your wrists. Only worry laces his bright candy apple eyes but all you see is disgust. You look away, eyes squeezed shut as you bite your lip.

"Oi..." You've never heard Bakugo speak so softly, "Y/N..."

You heart pounds against your ribs desperately trying to escape. He stands between your legs, letting go of one of your wrists, he places his cell phone in your hand. You blink away blurry tears as you stare down at his phone.

"I want you to describe what this feels like." His voice is gruff.

"Wha..what?" You struggle to speak, throat tightening.

"Go on." Is all he says, eyes watching yours. You swallow hard, hoping this isn't a trick question.

"Like a phone." You try.

"No, tell me what it's like. As if I've never held these things. As if I cannot feel." He sounds impatient but his eyes are anything but.

"Uhhhm smooth like glass. A good fit for your strong palm. It feels big in mine. Has a little bit of weight to it but not heavy." You say slowly, studying the phone.

He takes the phone and places a water bottle to your hand.

"Hard plastic, cold to the touch and smooth but different than the phone."

"Now this." He bites, shoving the closest thing to him which happens to be his favorite black *BOOM* shirt.

"Soft, like cotton soft. Warm. Smells like linen and you." You smile, fingering the shirt. Your thoughts fade as you are immersed in using your senses.

"Like me?" He prompts, voice getting lighter, "Well I can't smell or feel. What do I smell like."You laugh as you try to think.

"That's hard." A lingering giggle, "Um like..like sweat, a little spicy. Nutmeg, cinnamon. But not the bad kind of sweat. Clean if that makes sense."

You begin folding the shirt slowly forgetting what little remains of your panic attack. You let loose a shaky sigh, eyes focused on the warm fabric. Suddenly you feel a warm and sturdy body between your legs before your cheek meets an even warmer chest. You freeze, his skin is smooth, tantalizing and so so soothing.

"I want you to describe what this feels like." His voice ever soft as he rests his head atop of yours

"Wha..what?" You still struggle to speak, although now your throat has loosened.

"I want you to describe what this feels like." He repeats, voice so even and calm you almost wonder if this is Katsuki holding you. Your cheeks somehow blush deeper as you stammer.

"Wa...warm. Calming and yet my hair stands on end. Like..." You close your eyes to think, "Like just before a big summer storm. But instead if a huge storm it slowly turns into lying on the beach in the sun."

Time passes as you snuggle deeper into his chest sighing slowly before he starts to pull back. Cupping your tear stained cheeks with his deadly hands. His crimson eyes are level with yours before a devilish smirk crosses his lips.He kisses you so softly that it takes you a moment to realize it. When he pulls away he chuckles at your reddened cheeks. Admiring them with his thumbs.

"No more pushing yourself so hard my little enchantress."

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou

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skullsgonehelterskullter · 4 years ago

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The Onceler’s Real Reasons For Chopping Down the Trees!

The Onceler’s Real Motivation for Cutting Down the Trees!

Hello. My name is Triniti and I speak for the Onceler. Before we get started today, I’d like to teach you a few terms that I’ll be using in this essay.

Most of you have probably heard of emotional abuse before. It’s something I’ve suffered through and something the Onceler has suffered through. Emotional Abuse is any abusive behavior that isn’t physical, which may include verbal aggression, intimidation, manipulation, and humiliation, which most often unfolds as a pattern of behavior over time that aims to diminish another person’s sense of identity, dignity, and self-worth, and which often results in anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts or behaviors, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

Well, that’s quite a lot to take in, isn’t it? So let me tell you a few things that emotional abuse can present itself as: Intimidation, Manipulation, Refusal to ever be pleased, Shaming, Name-calling, Insults, Sarcasm, Silent treatment, Trivializing, Sabotage, Gaslighting, Scapegoating, Blame-shifting, Ranking and comparing, Unpredictable inconsistency, Threatening harm, and that’s not at all, but that’s not all this essay is about and I’m probably boring you.

One last term we should cover is gaslighting. This is an important one as I use it in this essay quite a bit. Gaslighting is a tactic in which a person or entity, in order to gain more power, makes a victim question their reality. They tell blatant lies; they deny they ever said something; even though you have proof; they use what is near and dear to you as ammunition; they throw in positive reinforcement to confuse you.

So, why was all of that important? You’re just here for more Onceler content, right? Well, all of this has happened to our dear Oncie. My thesis? Emotional abuse was a bigger motivator for the Onceler than corporate greed.

The Onceler’s Family Life.

So, where could the emotional abuse in the Onceler’s life have come from? Simple answer, his family. When we first meet them it sounds like his mom is trying to be supportive and then she laughs his dreams off. “Yes, but just remember, Onesie, if some-how your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh it wouldn’t surprise me at all!” After she says this, the rest of the family joins in the laughing. A few things can be drawn from this conclusion.

One, she seems to do this quite often throughout the film and probably his past. This can take a heavy toll on his mental health as I’ll explain later.

Two, she seems to be the ring leader of the abuse because the others never join in unless she starts it. It’s better to make fun of someone else than to be ridiculed yourself right? It’s a come self-defense mechanism. Three, the other people in the family probably suffer to some of the same extent of abuse she places on him. Hence why they jump on the chance for the Onceler to be the victim.

From the line, “Nice wheels! *Punch* Burn!” we can learn that he’s probably been subjected to physical abuse too as he flinches before and after he’s punched. He lunches a lot around his family and they hit him quite a few times in this film. This can pair with the emotional abuse and cause him to be overly cautious around other people.

Another thing I’d like to point out is his weight. Obviously there’s nothing wrong with him. But have you seen his family? Why is he so skinny compared to them? Do they feed him enough? Not supplying basic needs is a form of abuse too. This one can’t be confirmed but it is something I noticed.

“Ha..ha.. Yea, Burn! But you’ll see, okay? I’m going to prove you all wrong!” Right after this line, the old Onceler says he had a completely irrational sense of optimism. Why? Because a lot of his drive came from trying to prove himself worthy and to make his family proud. Yes, he did want to change the world for the better, but when he has these negative feelings surrounding him, he’s going to do nothing but drown in his fear of being the failure his family has always told him he was. When you’ve been emotionally abused you always tend to look at the negative side first because that’s all you’ve ever been told. (You can see a little bit of this in the demo song The Onceler’s Travelling Madness.)

Another, smaller, instance is when he makes his first thneed. He says, “Now there’s a thneed! Nothing unmanly about knitting. No, sir.” Why would he say this unless his family had repeatedly drilled that into his head in order to discourage him from pursuing his dreams?

One more small one is when the Lorax first appears and asks why the Onceler didn’t notie the thunder and lightning. People who live in abusive households get used to chaos very quickly and tend to overlook big and small traumitic events. It’s very possible he didn’t even realize loud noises were going on because he’s so used to them happening around him all the time.

The next bigger point is when he finally makes it big. The first person he calls is his mother. He’s feeling really great about himself because they were wrong! He can amount to something and he can be a success! “Mom? Hey, it’s me! I told you I was going to be a success! You need to bring the whole family here right now. We’re going to be rich!” The only reason his family comes to his aid is because of the money he promises them. We know this because they leave the moment he stops making money. I’ll touch more on this later.

When they arrive in the forest, she runs out of the van singing his praises. “There’s my suddenly successful son! We always knew you’d be a success!” She then uses a hug and kisses to praise him and give him affection, which if you remember is a sign of gaslighting. She’s using affection to ‘prove’ that she loves him.

“But you always said I wouldn’t amount ot anything, remember?” -Onceler. Here you can see that he is desperately trying to get his mother to remember just how badly she treated him. You can hear the hurt in the inflection of his voice. ‘Don’t you remember how you hurt me?’

“Oh, you hush your mouth. I was just trying to motivate you.”-Mother. She’s gaslighting him here. ‘What? No, I never did that. You’re crazy. I loved you this whole time!’

“I’m really glad that you clarified that because it actually hurt my feelings for a really long time.”-Onceler. She never acknowledges this and lets him continue the conversation. He doesn’t get an apology or closure until the end. After he finishes, you can see him flinch when she starts yelling at the other two to set up the RV.

Yelling is also a sign of emotional abuse. It scares and intimidates people into submission. You know that whole joke about if you shout loud enough at a grizzly you can assert your dominance and it will leave you alone? Same thing with yelling and emotional abuse. You can get anyone to do anything if you make them feel inferior enough. Hence the Onceler and his Mother.

The Onceler vs The Lorax.

Let’s take a break from that so you can absorb it. Take some breaths and think about it for a moment.

So, who is the Onceler exactly? Well we know he wants to do something incredible and change the world for the better. “Bout to make a thneed, bout to change the world.” He likes music and is really good at playing the guitar. He likes to play card games. He’s very imaginative and creative. He’s a great problem solver (when his family isn’t around). He thinks nature is really pretty. “Woah! This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen!”

He’s also very respectful of nature in the beginning. When he sets up his cottage, he sets it up in a place free of trees and other landmarks. His family goes too far as to harm the animals and the trees when they set up the RV. They throw bears around and Onceler reaches out to protect pipsqueak at his own expense when they are being saved from the river. He never intended to do any harm to the forest of its occupants in the beginning even though he did so by being a bit reckless. He even cooks them pancakes!

So, then why does he keep threatening the forest when the Lorax tells him to stop? I believe it’s because the Lorax reminds him of his mother. The Lorax also uses shaming and gaslighting to try and get the Onceler to do what he wants. For example;

“Hey! Did you chop down this tree?” Right off the bat, the Lorax starts with an accusatory statement. He knows that the Onceler chopped down the tree. It’s like a mother asking her three-year-old if he got into the cookie jar when he’s holding a cookie. He clearly knows that he did, in fact, chop down this tree but now Onceler is being faced with impending disappointment coming from another figure. A common reaction to abuse is to try and immediately escalate the situation and to keep out of trouble so you’re not yelled at or hit.

“Uhhh...no? Who did it? *Gasp* What’s that? I think he did it!” Hence this line. And here comes the inevitable yelling that he was trying to stop.

“Leave! Vacate the premise. Take your ax and get out!”

*Tries to placate the Lorax by giving him the peace offering of a marshmallow* This action shows that he wants to stop the yelling and hopefully make things right. But how can he offer an apology when he’s never been taught how? His whole life presents meant everything was okay now. Hence the marshmallow.

*Lorax start kicking the pegs holding his house up*

“Whoa! Wait! Hey, Mustache! Will you stop that? What’s your deal, man?” He doesn’t start calling names until he’s tried to peacefully ask him to stop first. He’s learned this from his family and does this towards the Lorax a few times in the film. But never towards anyone who didn’t cause him harm first. (It’s still an emotional abuse tactic though.)

“Whoa! Stop right there!”- Lorax

*Immediately stops and takes several steps back*-Onceler

“So, you would hammer one of nature’s innocent creatures?”- Lorax

*Shock and hurt* “What? No! I would never hit this little guy! You, on the other hand, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground!” He is aggressive now because all his other defense mechanisms have not worked to get his aggressor to stop. But this next part is the important part.

“Behold! The intruder and his violent ways. Shame on you. For shame.” *All the other forest creatures start shaking their heads in disappointment* Who does this remind you of? The Onceler’s mother. She did this same thing with his family when he was leaving. The Lorax has shamed him for doing what he thought was a good thing and turned everyone against him. Feeling alone and isolated is a very scary thing, especially when everyone is targetting you. The Onceler has a lot of experience being on this end and never being able to stand up for himself. So, he turns to anger and ‘justifies’ his actions so people will stop targetting him and shaming him.

“All right, you know what? That’s it. You listen here, you furry meatloaf. I’m going to chop down as many trees as I need. Okay? Newsflash! Not going anywhere. End of story!”

After this, the Onceler and the Lorax reach an agreement of not chopping down the trees when Onceler sees just what kind of effect he could have on his new friends and doesn’t want to cause them any harm. But the Lorax keeps bringing up his mistake.

“You chopped down one of my trees to make that piece of garbage?” He is once again imitating the mother by putting the Onceler down and insulting something precious to him. The Oncelere’s face falls and he holds his thneed close to him as if to protect it. When you constantly bring up someone’s mistakes, it makes them feel worse and worse about themselves and prevents them from moving on and bettering themselves. This creates a cycle of self-hatred that’s hard to break out of. The Onceler has experienced this from his family and from the Lorax. After he destroys the entires forest, he also experiences it from himself as he shuts himself in isolation and refuses to move past his mistakes.

The Family influence on his decisions.

Alright, the part we all really wanted to get to. We have seen that the Onceler is not a greedy person. So, why does he keep chopping down trees to make more money and keep biggering his company? Because his abusive family manipulates him into it and it’s hard for him to break that cycle. He fully intended to keep his promise on not chopping down trees and devised another system to gather the tusks from the trees.

When does he start chopping down the trees?

When his mother tells him to. Breaking his promise didn’t even cross his mind until his mother suggested it and here’s your proof.

Once-ler: I mean, look at this. It's amazing. I am so proud of me.

Once-ler's Mom: Oncie, we've got us a little problem.

Once-ler: Problem?

Once-ler's Mom: Mmm-hmm. See, we're not making Thneeds fast enough.

Once-ler’s Dad: Harvesting the tufts takes too long!

Once-ler: Well, what else can we do? (Didn’t mention chopping down the trees at all. What can he do? He can’t cut them and he has to find a faster way to harvest them. )

Once-ler's Mom: Well, and this just came to me, we could always start chopping down the trees. (Oh, can he?)

Once-ler: What? (What? No, I can’t. I promised.)

Now you're thinking.

That would speed things up!

Once-ler: But… (But I promised!)

Once-ler's Mom: No buts, Oncie. You're running a business now. You have to do what's best for the company and your momma.

Once-ler: Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to chop down a few trees. (Well, I guess if it’s to keep my mom happy and they’re proud of me, how bad can it be if everyone is happy?)

Once-ler's Mom: You've made me so proud, Oncie. Come here!

And here it is. The moment you choose to please an abuser is the moment you lose everything. And what happens after? Exactly.

One more thing I’d like to put in here is that pride also has something to do with it. He’s proud that he overcame adversity and made it big. He’s proud that he’s helping people. He’s proud that his family finally likes him. He’s glad he made his family proud! “Look at this! I’m so proud of me.” “You’ve made me so proud!” “Something good finally happens to me!” “This is all so gratifying! (Because I’m so proud of all that I’ve accomplished and All I’ve built and all I’ve collected!)”

His regret.

After this, his family starts pushing the Lorax and all his forest friends away so that he has no other information or support system so he can only keep making his decisions based on what makes them happy and what fuels his pride.

“I’ve done nothing illegal! I have my rights!” Are these his thoughts or his family trying to keep his guilt in check so he doesn’t compromise their money income? Just saying.

“The last tree. That might stop you.” You can see the guilt hit the Onceler really fast and he desperately tries to win the animals back as he realizes just how bad his actions really were. FOr the first time in his life he doesn’t receive any backlash for a mistake

the animals don’t fight him and the Lorax doesn’t tell him how wrong he was. He just sits in the knowledge that he was wrong. “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

The guilt hits him hard and he spends the rest of his life wallowing in his mistake. Not to mention all his efforts were for naught as his family leaves him, slamming him with more disappointment. “You have let me down. Bret! You are now my favorite child!” He tried so hard but they never cared about him and all his mistakes and choices were made in vain because you can’t please abusers. He had to be hurting really really badly after that.

I firmly believe he’s still a good person because I can see just how much he regretted his mistake. In my opinion, O’Hare represents corporate greed much more than the Onceler does because he doesn’t regret any of his actions and he purposely keeps the environment bad and making more smog and making more plastic to keep the people paying him and getting more money. He does all that on purpose.

The Onceler? He made mistakes and he was manipulated. It doesn’t excuse his actions and he does hold accountability because abuse isn’t an excuse. But it was emotional abuse, not corporate greed and that’s my point. Thanks for coming to my essay. Have a lovely day!

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boulbilehibot · 5 years ago

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Lila's depression

Lila was depressed since a few months.

She knew why. She was good in psychology by career choice. She also knew that she needed help. Find the force to get some was another story.

Her natural zest of life had help for quite a long time. But no she was getting bland. Full of shame, guilt, anxiety, self-doubt. She used to be a really calm girl. Who liked sleeping, chilling... Now she was hyperactive. Always doing anything she could do to occupy her mind. Going to sleep when she was to exhausted to be over thinking in her bed.

Her friends wasn't fooled by her" Yeah I'm great! Have done this and that today!" / " Well you know, sometimes it's sting a little but it will all be okay!".

Shehad stopped sending texts for a while when Tom asked for news one day.

" Hey lily, how are you doing? What's new? "

He didn't get an answer so he decided to call two days later.

"Hey Lila what's up? So you don't answer me anymore? "

"Hey, s'rry... "

Their was a blank.

"So... What are you up to lately? "

"Really nothing, not even going to work... And you?"

Tom telled her vaguely what he was doing at work this week. She was normally really interested in his work off nurse trainer.

But today, Lila wasn't answering or humming at most. The conversation quickly dropped dead.

"Well... So see you later! Bye" He said a little uncomfortable.

"Hm, bye Tom".

He tried to text her the next week. Called her but was apparently being ignored.

All of this was weird... It was the opposite of her normal behavior.

He decided to directly go to visit Lila after three days and about ten unanswered texts and call.

It wasn't the next door but he was worrying to much. And after all, she would have probably done it for him.

He knocked on her door several time with no answer. He heard nothing while putting his ear against the door. But her bike was on the

landing. He tried to open the door and with great surprise, he managed to open it. Weird again. She was messy and disorganized but to paranoid to let her door open.

" Lily?... I'm coming in... Are you here? "

Once again, no answer. But he stop walking when he heard a slight moan. Coming from the bathroom?

"Lily?... " He asked while knocking on the bathroom's door.

"Lily are you in here?... Are you okay? "

Nothing.

"Hey i'm getting worry over here!! Answer me and I'll leave "

Still nothing.

"I'm warning you, I'm coming in if you don't tell me that you're okay! " He said more and more concerned.

Well, to much silence coming from a talkative friend. He decided to enter in the bathroom once again unlock.

What the fuck?! What a mess! The first thing he noticed are the drinks and bottles littering the ground. Ashtray full on a stool in front of the bathtub.

He feels the need to swallow before looking up.

Damn... At least it's not disgusting or horrifying... More like really sad and pitiful...

Her head resting on the White tub and... Face the same color and inexpressive has fuck. Almost unrecognizable for such an joyfully and expressive women.

He advance a little and see her limp members floating,shivering intensely. White Cheeks digged. Cracked blue lips slightly open, teeth clitching. Her all body emaciated. When he saw her like six months ago, she was still pretty curvy. Bumping... In a good way.

The movement of the water indicated him that she was breathing.

He checked it anyway. Almost putting his cheek on her naked chest while putting two fingers on her carotid. She was slowly, barely breathing. Her pulse was weak. It fricked him up. Loosing all knowledge for a brief moment. And taking her out of the water as he regained his senses.

"Fuck Lily what happened to you?! "

She was so light. Even with her hair and all body soaked in icy water. He quickly get to her room and layed her down in her bed.

He find a big towel and dried her a little before shifting her on the part of the bed who was still dry, in safety position.

He covered her and lined her in blankets before sitting next to her on her bed. He cleared the hair off her face before gently caressing it. Her cheeks was so cold. He laid down next to her and scrubs her back in great circle over the blanket, trying to insuflate some heat in her frail body.

Then hugging her tightly over the blanket has barrier for her nudity. He wasn't sure about doing it for warming her or reassuring him after the fear she did to him.

A couple of hours after, her eyes blinked and opened slowly. Facing Tom. She had stopped shivering.

She frowned a eyebrow.

"Hi" Tom said softly.

"Hey... " She said with hoarsy voice before looking a little around her. " What's happening? You were feeling lonely? " Lily said a little smile cracking on her face.

At least she hadn't lost her salty talking way...

She looked under the blanket and ask:

"Why am I naked?... "

"I found you in your tub... You were freezing. Here, put those on" Tom said, giving her a warm pyjamas he had found on her closet. He turn his head.

She did.

"Drink it all up. " He said more severely than he intended.

She raised her arm with difficulties and took the glass of water. She wasn't smiling anymore.

She drink it and look at him. An expression between shame and fear in the eyes.

"Are you going to explain to me? "

"Their is nothing to explain... Feeling depressed lately, it's going to be okay soon." She tells him, looking away.

"Hm hm soon... Magically? Yes of course. You will write to me the method to get better by taking cold bath, drinking and smoking pots. It will be a fucking best seller! " He said, letting in anger and anxiety show up against his will.

"Well... It was a warm bath when i went in it... " She said trying to make him smile.

He answer her by a murderer look.

"When did you last eat something? " Asked Tom.

"Don't know Mom."

"Alright can you just stop it?! " He yelled

"What?! " She snapped

"" That! Making jokes, not taking yourself seriously! "

The anger on her face twisted in surprise. Before melting in tears.

She was literally screaming. Tom had encircled her by his body and was soothing her, gently caressing her air. Pressing her tiny body against his.

"Here you go, cry until you don't need to. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. "

The screaming took a little time to decrease in subbing.

"So-sorry" She hooked

"Shhh you don't need to be sorry. Breath in, breath out. "

She did and calmed down slowly.

"Can you walk? " He asked

"Of course. To where? "

"Your living room. Going to make us something to eat.

" I'm not hungry" She said. Grabbing his shirt.

"Well I am. And I hate eating alone you know it. Now, come.

She wrapped herself tightly in the blankets and sit on the border of her bed. Then push herself up with her arms. A little to much perhaps because she trip over and begin to fall. Tom grab her by her shoulder before twitching her aside, put his other arm under her knees and lifting her up.

She looked at him weakly and open her mouth.

" Hn hn, shut you mouth. You don't have any choice. "

"Tom I-"

"Am to weak to even stay awake in my bath or stand up? Yes, I've seen that! "

"Am sorry... "

"Oh, then definitely shut up 'cause I've already told you that you don't need to be. "

His sassyness had always made her smile. Even now. He sat her on the sofa and went to her kitchen.

"Are you serious?!there is not even a single tin in here! "

She had already dozed off and didn't answer.

He return to her.

"Lily... Okay your coming with me. "

She didn't wake up when he lift her in his arms.

He sits her on the passenger seat.

She moan lightly when he cross a speed bump.

"Hnn... Wtf were am... Hi " She said, finally seeing Tom.

"We are going to the hospital. "

"But... " She begin to cry.

"What? "

"Don't wan~na go...Wanna go home" She subbed.

Her trembling bottom lip covered that of the top... Baby's way.

He had never been able to resist it.

"But you need... " He sigh heavily.

" Rah! Ok, ok. But you are coming to MY home." Tom said

"Why? She asked raising an eyebrow.

" I'm going to stop work a few days and take care of you. I'm a nurse, remember? I Can handle body care of my dehydrated, malnourished, exhausted silly friend... And I said body care. As soon as you can walk, I'm taking you seeing someone. "

"But... Your students... "

"Lila... Are you seriously.... You're my friend you idiot! You... Arf! You are fuckin' important to me! And by the way, what the hell did you had in mind not telling me how bad you were feeling?! " He was yelling a bit and tears begin rolling on her pale cheeks again. Mix of shame, sadness, gratitude and happiness of realising he really cared for her.

"Sorry... Shouldn't have scream... " Tom said softly.

"Sorry too"

But she smiled a little. She was so tired that stars was dancing before her eyes again. She put her head on the window and passed out again.

When she open her eyes, she was once again confused. He helped her sit up on Tom's sofa.

"Hey... Here you go : drink me that. " He was tending her a big mug of hot chocolate.

She had an hard time holding it. He helped her. He put a Star Wars movie on the screen and cuddle her, hugged her while caressing her hair and face.

"Their is a soup in preparation. Plenty of vitamins! Take some sugar while we wait. "

She was lining in his arms. Feeling the warm of his body and breath in her hair.

When she had sip an amount of liquid that he considered sufficient, he guided her down, head on his laps. Putting an heavy, warm blanket over her.

She looked up at him has if she was terrified to sleep.

"Hey... ''m right here and not moving. I will even sleep with you if you want. But I think you hadn't really rest for a long time..."

"You stay with me?... " She asked.

"Yea." He said

He carried her in his bed and begin to read, caressing her hair and shoulder the same time.

She was slowly regaining strength and colors. Smiles less and less faked.

Three days after he went to her home, she was in state to going fetching help.

Tom stayed with her five days before going back to work, as she was insisting on it.

So he insisted to keep her with him at his home the time she gets better.

Soon, it became more a sweet,fun colocation that a duty. Lila retrieving her joy fullness little pieces by little pieces

#depression fluff #depression whump #whump girl #exausted #depression #hypothermia whump #dehydrated whump #malnourished whump #fluffy fluffy friendship

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All My Life, for You - Ch. 9: Sons of Shame

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Fic Description:

Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

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Relationships: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeran Choi/OC

Chapter Description:

Saeyoung learns more about what's going on at his childhood home. Unknown makes a unexpected appearance, falling into his old anger and blame at Saeyoung and in turn, gains some perspective from Mi-Cha.

Notes:

I had some time off this week due to being sick (Please ignore any cold medicine induced mistakes) and was finally able to crank this baby out. Writing all the parody names for things from the game was a lot of fun. On the other hand, a lot of the chapter was very emotional to write- so heads up for mentions of childhood trauma, cursing, and familial arguments I suppose?

AO3 Link | First Chapter

Mi-Cha sits idly on the bed in the room she shares with her husband, staring at the screen of her laptop, trying to catch up on emails from clients she missed while on vacation. Try as she may each word she reads is forgotten in an instant, drowned out by her anxiety. There has to be something she can do to help her husband and brother-in-law. Something to help them all stay safe, they’re both always working so hard, it’s hard not to feel a tad useless at times like this.

Of course, if she asked them they would tell her that she was helping in just the way she had for so long. That emotional support was just as important as all their expertise in computers, or as Saeyoung’s gun training or Saeran’s ability to be neither seen nor heard, but it never felt that way to her.

She clicks another email, not even getting through the greeting line before her mind drifts again. Sometimes she forgets how much hidden discourse followed the twins, how truly controversial their existence was. But the truth was no matter how dangerous Saeyoung was, and how many times he had tried to make her realize this, no one else had ever made her feel safer. They lived in a bulletproof, undetectable-by-satellite bunker, and were armed to the teeth for god’s sake. So why was she still so damned worried? Well, the man threatening them was the Prime Minister after-all and as of right now he was looking like a top candidate for the presidency, which would make him even more powerful. It was logical to be worried at a time like this, she reasons.

But this felt different, it felt bad in a way nothing ever has to her before. She wasn’t even this scared when they went to Mint Eye all those years ago. Sure, she had a level of fear but she had a good feeling everything would work out, which had been right for the most part, at least she thinks, as a pang of guilt washes over her in V’s memory mostly, but not completely.

She was being ridiculous, the twins were practically reality’s equivalent to superheroes. Nothing had stopped them in 26 years, not even each other. With them working together? Their father didn’t stand a chance. Right?

She drops her head into her hands with a defeated sigh.

“Uh-oh.” Saeyoung’s voice pierces the silence, having just entered the room. “I know that sigh.”

Mi-Cha peaks out at him through her fingers.

“That’s my MC’s Trademark Defeated Sign of Ultimate Stress,” He says with a worried smile.

She drops her hands and looks at him with a weak smile. “I may be slightly concerned, yes”

He plops down on the bed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she sits cross-legged in the middle of their bed and nestles her against his chest.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

She gently pushes off of him and looks him closely in the eyes, “I’m not worried about me Sae, I’m worried about you.”

“Oh.” He blinks, looking almost surprised. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m used to this kind of stuff.”

“Saeyoung.”

“Hmm?”

“That doesn't make it any better”

“Yea, I know.”

“I’d be lost without you Sae, I-” She stops to take a breath and push back a tear “I can’t lose you. I could lose anything else in my life and I’d learn how to deal with it but I can’t lose you.” Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence as he pulls her back into him and rubs her back soothingly.

Tears pool up in his eyes but he says nothing. She’s a strong woman, the strongest he knows. He knows she’d be able to live without him if it came down to that even if she doesn’t believe that right now. He kisses the top of her head. “I love you.” He mummers in a broken voice.

“I love you too.” She pauses “Even if you do have a Superman complex”

He chuckles through the tears. “I don't have a Superman complex!”

She snorts incredulously. “Uh-huh sure, and Jumin’s poor.”

He huffs into her hair, defeated. His wife wasn’t exactly wrong.

They sit for a few minutes, relishing the closeness of each other until a short knock at their open bedroom door grabs their attention.

“Hey uh, I think I’m going to go to bed” Saeran notifies the pair “My head hurts pretty bad and I think I need to lie down for a while. Unless you need me for something?” he prompts Saeyoung.

“Nah, you head to bed bro. I’ll hold down the fort. There’s Tiaranol in the bathroom if you need it,” Saeyoung lets him know.

“Thanks, I’ll be ok,” Saeran nods before heading down the hall to his bedroom.

When she hears the bedroom door shut Mi-Cha speaks up, “So I assume that means you won’t be coming to bed?”

“Mmmmm no I’m sorry, baby.” He says getting up from his spot on the bed.

“It’s ok.” She says, trying to hide her disappointment, “Evildoers don’t exactly wait for their victims to get don’t with restful night’s sleep. Even if their wives will be left all alone in a cold bed.” She pouts playfully.

He chuckles, “But this way you get all the blankets you want!”

“Oh true.” She answers, smirking and sinking in between the covers, cuddling them up to her face. “Ok, good luck with your work!” “Hey!” He pouts.

“I’m just messing with you Sae. I love you, please stay safe while you work.” She sits back up pressing a kiss so desperate to his lips that he can feel the urgency in it. She quickly deepens it, their tongues mingling together for a brief moment before she pulls away bashfully, realizing this wasn’t exactly the time for such things. “If I even can work after that.” He says rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks as he holds her face close to his.

“I have faith in you, God Seven.” She says with one more quick peck to his lips.

He groans “You know that doesn’t make things any easier” nuzzling her nose.

“Oops.” She says, getting back under the covers.

He kisses her forehead. “Goodnight My One and Only Life’s Main Character.” She giggles, “Goodnight My Adorably Too-Cheesy-For-His-Own-Good Husband.”

He gives her one last adoring smile before leaving the room. As he rounds the corner, the smile drops completely from his face and turns into one of complete determination as he heads back to the workroom.

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Some people say those who talk to themselves are geniuses, others say they’re crazy. Saeyoung Choi was likely both. The hammering of his keyboard and his own voice had been his soundtrack of the night for hours now. He wonders aloud how he used to do this every day, all alone in this house all by himself without seeing anyone for weeks except Vanderwood. It hadn’t even been very long and the loneliness was already setting in.

He picks up his phone and taps his wife’s contact info on impulse “She’s sleeping, she needs her sleep. Don’t wake her up.” He tells himself as he puts his phone back down, pushing it away. “Five years and I still haven’t learned how to focus on my work without trying to call her” He smiles affectionately.

It had been so long since he pulled an all-nighter alone like this. Usually, while he was working his freelance jobs from home and she was working out of her office in the city as an event planner, they’d be messaging throughout the day. So it made sense that he would have the urge to text her while working now also.

“Damnit me, focus!” he says to himself. “I have to see if I can override the shut down on one of those cameras, whatever they’re using that place for it can’t be good.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, recentering himself before continuing his quest.

Although proving harder than he had originally bargained for Saeyoung does eventually hack into one of the CCTV’s near his childhood home and get a feed going, all without alerting himself to whoever originally triggered the block through government portals. He presses the final key and waits for the feed to start up. Throwing himself a two-second victory party in the meantime, he finger guns at the screen and then blows of each “gun” as if he were some type of cowboy in an old western and he just won some type of duel.

As the live feed loads in, Saeyoung cringes. “Yea, that's definitely our old house,” he says to no one. Right now there are no signs of activity but in his head, he’s right there again, He remembers that street like the back of his hand. Remembers walking down it and feeling scared out his mind that someone his father sent was going to murder him as soon as he passed the corner. He remembers leaving once every few days with a shopping list in his head and a couple thousand Won he had to figure out how to stretch enough to cover everything his mother needed. Wanted he tells himself, she never needed 3 bottles of hard liquor a day. The things they really needed were never on the list, like medicine or decent food.

He remembers being shoved out that very door he can see right now in the feed accompanied by shrieks and Saeran’s cries, him begging Saeyoung not to go, followed by a loud slam. But he had to go. If he didn’t go, if he didn't get her what she wanted what would she do to him? More importantly, what would she do Saeran?

He always had to go, to protect his brother. And then he had to go for good, and that should have protected him.

Saeyoung shakes his head, not wanting to go down that path of blame right now. His brother was here now, and he was safe. Well, mostly safe. And in order to make sure he stays that way Saeyoung has to stay focused.

And so his remote stake-out began. Just him, his computer chair and a live feed of the place that had been the stage to his childhood trauma for 15 years.

He pops open a bag of Honey Buddha Chips and a Ph.D. Pepper from the mini-fridge under his desk and sits back, placing his socked feet up on his desk. “A regular ol’ party up in here!” He exclaims to no one, again. He places a chip in his mouth and mutters in between chewing, “Seriously, how did I used to live like this?!

47 minutes and 36 seconds later something catches his eye on the feed. A car pulls up, more specifically a Bercedes-Bentz S-Class (W222), A car he immediately recognizes as the same model the current president is typically transported in.

“Getting a bit ahead of yourself there aren't ya pops?” He says, saving the image of the vehicle that no doubt was ordered fully loaded, and with all the same safety and security features as the State Car.

“You wouldn't hack a car.” He says dramatically. “Oh wait! Yes, I would! Not now though, later”

He enters a search on the plate number in the meantime.

Two men get out of the front of the car and meet at the back passenger door, opening it in true royal fashion.

Saeyoung scoffs at the sight of the man who fathered him. Saejoong goes around back and opens the trunk of the car, stepping back so that his two underlings can get in there. Saeyoung can’t see around the back of the vehicle from his vantage point but from the way the two men's heads keep cresting the top of the car and then lowering again he can infer they must be unloading something or some things.

Saeyoung is so absorbed in watching the feed he doesn’t even notice someone else enter the workroom. He watches as the two men carry in a crate of bottles of something he can’t quite place.

“What a smug motherfucker.” He hears a voice say.

Saeyoung immediately jumps up from where he was sitting leisurely on his chair, his bag of chips and soda can crash unceremoniously to the floor.. “SHIT!” Saeyoung exclaims, “You scared the shit out of me, Saeran.”

The other person in the room smirks. “Try again.”

“Shit,” Saeyoung repeats quieter this time, stunned at the fact Unknown had willingly come into the room where he knew Saeyoung was. “Um, hi?”

“Look I don't want to be here as much as you don’t want me here but I have to check up on things if I want to make sure things are getting done correctly around here.”

Saeyoung can’t help but feel insulted at the insinuation but bites his tongue and tries not to upset the man. “Thanks for the warning, by the way, it was really helpful.” Unknown nods curtly before looking up at the screen, a look of disgust Saeyoung is used to being directed at him on his face, “What the fuck are they doing there?”

“We’re not sure yet,” Saeyoung says softly.

“Ugh.” Unknown groans, dispelling a trail of thought he’d rather not address as he watches the two men return from the house and pick up another crate before heading back toward the house again.

“Wait.” Unknown says urgently rushing closer to Saeyoung’s console, promptly shoving him out of the way. “Move.”

Saeyoung obeys without argument as the man occupying his brother’s body zooms in on what the men are carrying.

Saeyoung jumps and winces and Unknown slams his fist onto Saeyoung’s keyboard. “FUCK!” Unknown exclaims.

“What?!” Saeyoung asks in a hasty tone.

Unknown whirls around on him. “Are you fucking stupid?! Do you have any idea what that shit is?!”

Saeyoung balks at him, feeling pretty clueless as he shakes his head in the negative.

“That’s the Elixir of Salvation.” Unknown states.

Saeyoung’s eyes lock onto the screen again “What? H-how?!” He exclaims remembering the few stories hs brother had told him about the vile liquid.

Unknown throws his hands out wildly. “How should I know dipshit?! I haven't exactly been around to make sure the shit was gotten rid of properly.”

Saeyoung’s eyes widen at the accusation “If I remember correctly you weren’t very interested in disposing of it at all. If it was up to you, you’d probably have a bottle in the fridge right now.”

Unknown grits his teeth “Don’t turn this around on me! That shit fucked me up too! Did you ever think about that? Hmm? Sure it was great that it kept him out of the way but don’t you think for one minute that you know anything about me or what she used to do to me with that shit.” His voice becoming more hysterical.

“Saeran was right.” Saeyoung realizes.

Unknown scoffs “About what?”

“You have changed.”

“Fuck you.” Unknown spits.

Just then another voice pierces the air. “Saeyoung? S-Saeran?” Mi-Cha asks timidly, already knowing she’s wrong about the second one.

Unknown turns to look at her. “Oh hey Princess, long time no see.”

Mi-Cha ignores the pet name and looks at him pointedly “Is it true?” She asks him, approaching the two men, “Have you changed?” making it obvious she had heard them.

He sighs frustratedly in response. “Look I don’t know much about that, I don't have a lot of time to soul search as you might imagine. All I do know is that if your precious Brother-in-law touches that shit it's over for him, and if it's over for him, it's over for me. So here’s what you are going to do for me" he says, turning to Saeyoung, "You’re going to make sure he sees none of this. You’re going to make sure he has no idea the Elixir is involved and you are under no circumstances, to let him go there.” he takes another few steps towards Saeyoung, who is now backed up against the wall. "And if you do, I will be back with such a vengeance and just enough time to make sure you never see the light of day again and don't worry because I will be at death's door so I will have no issue taking you with me."

"At that point, I wouldn't try to stop you," Saeyoung says somberly. "I'd deserve it."

Mi-Cha frowns listening to the defeatist tone her husband seems to take on whenever Saeran’s alter makes an appearance.

Unknown backs off of Saeyoung "Good, so we're on the same page for once." He smirks.

“I think I get it,” Saeyoung says once he’s gained some of his personal space back.

“Do you?” Unknown questions, raising his eyebrow doubtfully.

Saeyoung nods, “You were created to keep Saeran safe during, well during everything that happened to him. You were created to protect him from the things he couldn't protect himself from and that's why you’re here now, he told me as much. I was doubtful at first but now it is obvious, I think we have a lot more in common than you think.” Saeyoung tries.

Unknown recoils as if burned, “I’m nothing like you. I saved him when you left. I kept us safe when you abandoned him. I took over to shield him from years of torture in the name of salvation the best I possibly could and you were nowhere to be found! I’m not like you, I’m much, much better.”

“That isn’t fair,” Mi-Cha interjects.

Unknown turns to her incredulously “Not fair?”

‘What happened to all of you wasn't Saeyoung’s fault.”

“Mi-Cha it’s ok” Saeyoung tries to tell her.

“No Saeyoung, it’s not ok. What happened to the two of you- the three of you. It wasn’t your fault. It was your mother’s ,and your father’s, and Rika’s, hell even V is more to blame than you were but you did the only thing you thought you could do. You thought you were protecting him, you could have never fathomed what was to come.”

She motions to Unknown now, “And you! Have you ever actually listened to his story? If the roles were reversed, how do you know Saeran wouldn't have done the same? Listen to Saeyoung, and if you can’t do that, then at least listen to Saeran because I know he’d have some choice words for you if he were here right now.”

“You don’t know what I’ve been through!” Unknown screams hysterically, not taking his eyes off her, behind him she can see Saeyoung quietly remove a taser - a leftover of Vanderwood’s - from his desk drawer. He could beat Saeyoung up as much as he wanted, but if even laid a finger on Mi-Cha he was going down.

Mi-Cha nods reassuringly “You’re right. You’re completely right, I don't know what you’ve been through. All I know is that it was extremely hard and long and that neither you nor Saeran deserved it and for that, I am so, so sorry but please, try to take another look at everything. I can tell you’re a different person than you were five years ago, people grow and change, they learn to process their past and recover but first, you need to give yourself a chance. Give us a chance too, we’re not as bad as you think.”

Unknown scoffs “You’re fine.” He mumbles, “It’s him I can’t stand.” He says a bit more venomously.

“Have you ever thought your anger may be a bit displaced?” She says in the softest one she can manage. “Just think about it ok? Do some of that soul searching you haven't had time for.”

Unknown looks down, folding his arms and doesn’t respond for a while. He rubs the bridge of his nose with one hand and then groans. “I’m going to bed.” He mumbles stepping carefully around Mi-Cha and walking down the hall.

When the door shuts Saeyoung stares at her stunned. “How do you do that?”

Mi-Cha breathes a sigh of relief “Do what?” “Take the fight out people like that?”

“Just some good ol’ psychoanalyzation I suppose.” She shrugs awkwardly.

“You’re amazing,” He says closing the gap between them and hugging her.

“It’s not that impressive.” She says trying to brush it off.

“It really is though.” He responds with finality. “It seems you’ve saved me again.”

“You would have been fine.” She assures him.

“Alive maybe, but I prefer my face free from black eyes,” he says, going over to the console to rewind the video, ensuring he didn't miss anything after things had started to get heated.

Usually, she’d have a witty response for him but right now she’s feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, both from the previous exchange and lack of sleep.

Saeyoung confirms the car on screen drove away shortly after what he saw and sets up the feed to record onto his hard drive as well as a motion detection program linked to an app on his phone in case anything happens before morning. He acts with purpose but Mi-Cha doesn't miss the slight tremble in his fingertips, or the worried crease on his usually smooth forehead.

When he’s done he puts his computer on sleep mode and wraps an arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her with him out of the room, “Come on, let’s get some rest.”

“Do you think he’ll be ok in there?” She asks looking down the hall at Saeran’s room as they cross the hallway.

Saeyoung follows her eyes “I think you’ve given him something to think about.”

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Annnnd that's where we'll leave off! I was a little nervous about this chapter. Hopefully you've enjoyed the new developments!

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kainna15 · 6 years ago

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Lend Me Your Sanity

Twilight Fanfiction: Jasper x OC

Chapter 1

Scarlett Quinn sat down at the dark wooden oak desk and placed her folded hands delicately on the surface. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she felt her hands shake against her will. Next to her, across the small walkway that separated the two sides of the courtroom, sat a woman with the same reddish brown hair and same auburn eyes as the younger girl. While the younger had straight hair, the older had curled locks, and while the girl had pouty lips that were bitten red from nerves, the woman had straight thin lips that were pressed tight together in a small scowl.

“Ms. Scarlett Quinn, as I understand it you are here on a request to separate from your mother, here in New Jersey, to go live with your father in Washington?” The Judge’s voice broke Scarlett out of her daze and with a nervous nod, she agreed with what was being said.

“You have been living here with your mother for 7 years, why the sudden change in heart?” Scarlett spared a quick glance at her mother and saw with bitter relief that she was no longer staring at her. What was she supposed to say? She finally escaped her mother long enough to be able to file a case? That her father had been trying to get custody of her but only now had enough money for a proper lawyer? That she wanted to leave because she felt close to suicide living with her mother?

“I miss my father, even if I do see him every summer. And since I am considering going to college in the west coast anyways I figured moving there a year earlier would benefit me.” Scarlett managed to utter the two sentences that she had been practicing for the past two hours. It was logical and reasonable and she really hoped that the Judge bought it.

“And what about your anxiety and depression?” The Judge’s smooth deep voice almost made the question seem innocent. Scarlett’s whole body froze for a moment and she hoped that the Judge, with his small rectangle glasses sitting on his wide face, could not see that her body was now shaking; panic was setting in.

“While I do have some problems emotionally,” Scarlett started with a small voice as she looked at her lawyer with pleading eyes. He was rifling through his piles of paper while she tried to find a good way to continue her sentence.

“You see your honor, she has no idea what will happen if she leaves my side permanently. She might be endangering her health.” Her mother’s higher pitched voice cut over her own. Her fake concern coated her words and made Scarlett swallow nervously. She could already feel a panic attack starting, she never had gotten this close to leaving her mother and the thought of losing her only chance to escape made her nauseous. Taking her away from her mother would do nothing but make her health better. No more belittling insults, body shaming, forced diets, or depression. She needed to get away from her.

“Wait. Here it is. A copy of Scarlett Quinn’s medical records. As you can see, almost every year she has to be admitted to the hospital because of a panic attack or depression. However, if you look at the dates; it is never during the summer when she is with her father. She has never went to the hospital when she was with him.” Mr. Jenkins, Scarlett’s lawyer who look much younger than his name hinted at, pulled out a stack of papers and handed them over to the balluff to give to the Judge. Judge Henderson read the papers carefully while the seconds ticked by slowly.

“It seems you are right, Mr. Jenkins.” The lawyer grinned victoriously and sat up straighter with attention.

“But that doesn’t mean anything, of course a teenager would have less stress in the summer.” Ms. Morrison, Scarlett's mother, snarled with anger. The Judge gave her an unimpressed look before moving his attention back to the records.

“If we cannot measure her health with the timing of hospitalization then what can we measure it on, Ms. Morrison?” Judge Henderson questioned and, when he didn’t receive a reply, neatly arranged the medical records and handed them back to give to Mr. Jenkins.

“As I see it, there is not a single reason why Ms. Quinn should not be able to live with her father.” Scarlett’s small tremors now stopped and a skin breaking smile covered her face.

“Thank-“ The Judge held up his hand to stop Scarlett from speaking.

“However; if you have a panic attack that causes you to be hospitalized, you will be sent back into the custody of your mother.” At this, Scarlett spared another glance at her mother. A small shiver of fear traveled throughout her entire body at the crazed, malicious grin placed calmly on her mother’s face.

“That sounds reasonable.” Mr. Jenkins spoke for Scarlett and within moments the deal was made.

“Alright Ms. Quinn. You are now legally out of your mother’s custody and in Mr. Quinn’s custody. You may leave to Washington anytime you would like.” After those words, the gravel hit the table and Scarlett found herself moments later stepping out of the court room with more confidence than she thought she would ever have. Her hands were still shaking and her heart was beating faster than she thought possible but for once it wasn’t because she was scared or anxious or nervous....it was because she was happy.

“Do you have everything you need, Scarlett? You said you had everything packed this morning.” Mr. Jenkins asked as they walked out towards the small parking lot. Scarlett spotted her old red Mercury Cougar sitting a few spaces down, packed with all the items she thought necessary to bring with her. Most of the boxes were filled with books and clothes but a few had more sentimental items from the few friends she had over the years. They were all gone now, driven away by her less than sane mother, but the small trinkets still held their value with her.

“Yea, I have everything. It's all packed in my car.” Scarlett answered as they finally approached her vehicle. She patted the rooftop affectionately and gave Mr. Jenkins a smile.

“If the Judge knew you were going to be driving to Washington alone, I don’t think he would have been as lenient.” Mr. Jenkins eyed the old car with distrust. Scarlett had known Mr. Jenkins for the past couple of months now, ever since her father managed to collect enough money to hire him, and even though she distrusted any lawyer, he was alright in her book; especially since he had managed to win the case for them. He cared about his clients and although he was a bit of a egotistical asshole, she assumed he had to be in order to survive in his career.

“Letty! Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your mother?” Scarlett’s entire body tensed as soon as the voice, and the annoying nickname, registered in her ears. Her mother stood a few feet from the car, her black pencil skirt and red blouse outlined her thin body perfectly and Scarlett was again reminded how much her mother looked more like a model than a mom. She stood with her arms open, as if expecting Scarlett to jump into them. The tremors came back and she pressed herself against the door of her car, as if she could hide, while she tried to stutter out a reply.

“Scarlett is not in your custody anymore Ms. Morrison. She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.” Mr. Jenkins answered for Scarlett in a firm authoritative voice that left no room for debate.

When Scarlett had first met her lawyer, she wasn’t impressed. Pretty blue eyes, light brown hair, young and carefree with an arrogant attitude had made Scarlett distrustful of the lawyer from day one. But when he sat her down and listened to her talk about the woman she called mom, he didn’t give her pity like she expected or questioned her about the events like she was to be distrusted; but instead promised to get her home to her dad. He didn’t make a face when she told him about being locked inside a closet because her mother wanted her to stop being afraid of the dark; or the malnutrition she suffered because being a size 8 was too fat for her mother; or her punishments of cleaning floors with bleach without gloves (those burns heal after all), or any of the hundreds of insultive nicknames she received from her mother on a daily basis. Instead he simply made her a promise and got to work. He saw how shy and nervous she was and instead of trying to change her, took over as her voice when she found she had lost hers. No pressure, no insults, no changing; just help. Its was reassuring and at this moment she realized exactly why her father hired this lawyer.

“Why wouldn’t she want to say goodbye to her mother?” She asked in a innocent voice. Dumb doe eyes played her face well and her manipulation rose the anger inside Scarlett. Her mother did always go for the innocent dumb look, it always worked for her.

“Because she wants to get away from you.” Mr. Jenkins spoke so nonchalantly it was hard to understand it was an insult at first. Scarlett watched her mother’s face morph from surprise to anger, a conceited smirk danced across her lips.

“See you soon, Letty.” She grinned and walked off. Scarlett stared at the pavement of the parking lot with a mixture of emotions; breathing slowly she gritted through her teeth;

“It’s Scarlett.”

Jasper Whitlock, or Hale as he went by now, stood looking out the floor length window for, well, God knows how long now. Time was hard for Jasper to keep track of as a vampire. Maybe because he was always so focused on other things that time just didn’t matter anymore; focused on thirst, focused on the emotions he felt around him, focused on controlling his own emotions; focused on not reacting as if he was in a war-zone (PTSD was what they called it now) especially when Emmett barreled into rooms without a care in the world. Just so focused because when he wasn’t he remembered he was waiting...and he’d remember that the waiting time was ending in just a week. Remembered that he would meet his mate in just a week. And once he remembered that, it consumed his every thought.

“Jasper? Are you ok?” Alice’s light voice broke him out of his thoughts, his body tensing as he fought the urge to react and throw her through the window he stood in front of. It was always surprising whenever Alice did manage to sneak up on him, only because of how much noise she made on purpose to avoid it. But the few times she did, he had to fight every instinct to attack because when she did manage to surprise him, it was when he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment.

“Alice.” Jasper eventually breathed out as his muscles relaxed and he came back to himself. “How long have I been here this time?” He asked out of curiosity. If he missed something important they would have broken him out of his thoughts sooner. Alice’s lips twitched, which let him know it was nothing serious.

“Just a couple of hours. Nervous?” She asked with a friendly smile. Alice had a vision of Jasper’s mate just over 7 years ago. It came as a surprise to her at the time, while neither her nor Jasper had found a mate, she had never had a vision of either of theirs before. It was surprising, considering she saw his mate when she was already 10 and not when she was born. She could only assume at that time that they would have met her naturally if something hadn’t happened. They were planning of going back to Forks within the next few years anyways and would have naturally met her...if not for Scarlett’s mother. Alice couldn’t explain it to Jasper when she first saw it, it was like her mother’s mind just... broke. Her mother was perfectly normal and happy and then one day, she wasn’t.

She didn’t tell Jasper of the emotional trauma and abuse Scarlett would have to face in the upcoming years, only that she had to move suddenly but she would be back a couple of years after they moved to Forks. Alice couldn’t tell Scarlett’s life to Jasper, it wasn’t fair. But Jasper already knew that his mate had went through something; Alice’s sad and slightly guilty emotions gave him that hint long ago.

“Nervous isn’t the right word.” Jasper spoke softly and dug his hands into his pockets. “Excited is more of what I’m feeling.” He gave Alice a sideways grin that made her laugh back at him.

“Well next Monday you’ll meet her. Just survive this week of school.” She grinned and nudged him with her elbow. “Which we have to leave now to get to.” Jasper finally noticed that the sun was starting to peak over the tree line. September was ending quickly, the beginning of October was this week and it was becoming obvious by the lateness of the sunrise that Fall had indeed started.

“One more week. But she’s already on her way here, right?” Jasper asked as he and Alice walked at a normal human pace to the garage. Alice nodded, recalling the vision she got just yesterday.

“Yup, she will be leaving today after the court case with her mother. She’s driving here from New Jersey, at a normal pace with food stops and rest, she should make it by Thursday night.” Alice already saw Scarlett arriving safely by Thursday night. The only time differences that affected her visions were Scarlett’s choices of where to eat and luckily differed only by 10 to 30 minutes.

“She’s going to be alright traveling by herself across the country?” Jasper asked yet again. Ever since he heard how his mate was to arrive in Forks, he had been thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Her car could break down and she would be at the mercy of whoever passed by. A frown graced Jasper’s lips while Alice simply rolled her eyes.

“She will be fine. Being alone and away from her mother will do her some good. She needs this time to herself.” Alice reassured as they finally reached the spacious garage and climbed into the Jeep Emmett was already revving.

“It needs to be next week already.” Jasper simply answered.

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years ago

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The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 13) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Parents Weekend”

Characters: Stiles & Noah Stilinski, Derek & Cora Hale, Scott & Melissa McCall, Malia Tate, Ethan, Isaac Lahey & Chris Argent, Reader’s Father, Tom Y/L/N & Reader/OFC

Warnings: None, maybe language, who knows...

A.N.: This is pretty short but I just like the idea of Stiles getting grilled by your Dad while you get grilled by Noah. Plus it’s a major set-up for the next chapter........

Summary: Parent's Weekend has come and the mothers, fathers, and surrogate parents of Berkeley's underclassmen have descended upon campus. The pack has a large family dinner. Sheriff Stilinski questions Y/N, and Scott, Stiles, Mr. Argent and Y/N’s dad, Tom Y/L/N, finally have a discussion.

Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen

"So why is your Dad coming and not your Mom?" Scott, who was on the other side of Stiles, asked you.

"My Mom couldn't get out of work and he kept saying 'if he's paying for Berkeley, he wants to see me there.'" You rolled your eyes.

"Maybe your dad will have some information about the vampires that he'd be more willing to share in person.." Scott reasoned.

"Maybe your dad will be able to convince you to take the martial arts class with Scott and I so that I don't have to worry about you." Stiles said, frustrated, flailing his arms.

"Hmm... nah." You replied, snarkily.

Stiles opened his mouth, shocked and frustrated by your sass. "Why won't you just take it. Y/N, come on." Stiles whined.

"I was forced to take tae kwon do in high school and I hated every minute of it.... I'm not saying that I got knee surgery to get out of tae kwon do, but I'm also not saying that I didn't milk it for way longer than was real..." You said facetiously, a smug grin spreading across your face.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" Stiles glared at you, as you all walked home from campus.

"Mhmm." You smiled as you glanced down to see your hand intertwined with his. You squeezed his hand, and he glanced down at you, a smile turning up his lips. "Maybe, like boxing or krav maga or something, I just don't want to do martial arts."

"Krav maga would be cool, you could see if Cora and Malia want to do it with you?" Scott suggested.

"That's a good idea."

"Now I hate the both of you." Stiles said as he closed the front door of their apartment behind him, watching you walk through his bedroom door and drop your backpack on the floor. He followed after you, seeing a trail of your backpack, coat, one shoe, the other shoe.

"So you hate me, huh?" You said with a grin, standing on Stiles' bed, pulling your shirt over your head, and tossing it to the ground. Stiles stepped back, cocked his head to the side, and then closed his bedroom door behind him.

"I definitely... definitely don't hate you." Stiles said as he rushed to the bed, watching you drop down to your knees.

He wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you close to him. You placed your hands in his hair and began kissing him. You sucked on his bottom lip and he moved down to your neck. He kissed across your collarbones and your shoulders, pulling the straps of your bra down as he moved along your body. You moaned quietly at his touch. He moved back up to your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you moved your fingers to unbutton his purple flannel shirt. Stiles heard your phone vibrate against his hardwood floors.

"Y/N, that was the third time your phone went off, maybe it's important..." Stiles said, holding your arm as you reached to pull his t-shirt off.

"It's fine, just leave it." You brushed it off, as you went to kiss his neck, pulling his shirt off over his head.

The phone went off again.

Stiles dropped to the bed beside you. "Damnit." He sat up and looked for your jacket. "Here, just see who it is."

"I have six missed calls from Hanna and Sarah.." You said as you hit play on a voicemail left by one of your roommates.

"Hey, so I just let your dad into the building but you're not here... sooooo Lamb and I are just going to keep trying to call you... or try to get Scott or Stiles' number from Simon since you're probably with one of them. Okay call me back." Hanna spoke frantically over the voicemail.

"Oh my god.. I completely lost track of time... I have to go." You said as you searched the floor for your shirt. "I'll see you at dinner later tonight?" You said as you ran out his bedroom door.

"Yea, see you later." Stiles yelled out the front door of his apartment, as he pulled his t-shirt back over his head.

You opened the door to your apartment and saw Scott and Melissa McCall, Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski, and Derek and Cora Hale waiting to be let in. You stepped out of the way, gesturing for everyone to step inside. Malia and Ethan were already sitting at the table with Isaac and Mr. Argent, and your dad, Tom.

You grabbed Stiles' arm and yanked him into the kitchen. "Just to warn you, my dad is pissed because it's really obvious that I have not been sleeping here for most of the semester and he's probably going to talk to you at some point."

"Okay, well this is horrible. I haven't even met your dad and he hates me." Stiles said, his eyes widening with anxiety and fear.

"Did your dad bring his gun? Actually it doesn't matter, Scott can probably just protect you."

"What?!" He whisper-yelled. "Are you serious?"

"It'll be fine, just let him yell at you and then talk about wanting to be like your Dad or talk about the Mets."

"Is that even going to work?" Stiles asked. You shrugged.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could help." Sheriff Stilinski said, halting the conversation.

"Dad, did you bring your gun tonight?" Stiles asked, as he checked his dad's belt.

"...No, and get off me. I'm in a room full of magical creatures and we're having dinner, I thought I could leave the badge at home for one night." Noah retorted, shaking his head at his son.

"I can't count on you for anything, can I?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at his dad, before catching you motioning your head for Stiles to go back out to the party. "Ugh, if you hear a loud thud, I've literally died of terror." Stiles complained as he left the kitchen.

"I wanted to see if you wanted some help, thought it was a shame that I didn't get to spend much time with you when you were in Beacon Hills but you know, as far as excuses go.." Noah rambled.

"Uh, yea, I mean, I'm almost done but if you could watch the peppers for me, I can finish the pasta." You handed him a wooden spoon, and then went to work cooking.

"So where did you learn to cook?" Noah asked.

"My mom, and my dad, I guess. They're both really excellent cooks. Do you cook much, Sheriff?" You asked, nervous about where the conversation was going.

"No, no, not too much. Probably for the best too, I was never as good of a cook as Stiles' mom. Uh, Stiles tells me that you're a history and political science major with a minor in Arabic? Did I get that right?"

"Yes, actually you did. It's a lot of work but I really like my classes, and Stiles and I even signed up for a few poly sci classes together for the Fall. It should be fun." You replied, smiling, happy that the conversation was going well.

"And you're from New York? You a Mets fan?"

"Yankees..." You answered reluctantly, wanting to make a good impression on the Sheriff.

"Oh that's too bad, we are definitely Mets fans in the Stilinski house... Uh, Stiles also tells me that you're a witch..." Noah stated, nervously.

You stirred your vodka sauce for a few moments before answering. "I am."

"Do your roommates know about all of this?"

"No, not yet. That's why they're not here tonight. They're out with their own parents right now." You explained.

Sheriff Stilinski put his spoon down on the counter and turned to you. "I hate to ask this but I need to know, are you the kind of witch who can cast spells or make potions or anything like that?"

"No.. in that respect, I am no different from Dr. Deaton. My real power lies in my telekinesis and energy fields and invisibility and the occasional card trick." You joked, trying to lighten to conversation.

"So you can't make a love potion or something like that?" He asked.

"......No, nothing like that.... Why do you ask, Sheriff?"

"I didn't mean to intrude or imply anything, I just thought my son would never get over Lydia Martin, especially after what she did to him. Hell, I haven't even forgiven Parrish yet and I work with the guy... But the last few months, since Stiles met you, he has been so happy and so.... normal with you, I just, I had to make sure that you didn't spike his lemonade or something." Noah explained. "I just haven't seen my son this happy since his mother died, and I had to make sure it was real. I hope you didn't take offense."

You shook your head, lightly smiling as you stirred your sauce more. "No offense taken, Sheriff, I get it. I'm glad that I have made Stiles so happy. He makes me very happy too. You raised.... the best son." You said, your smile widening.

"Is dinner ready yet? I am dying out there with your dad, Y/N." Stiles burst through the kitchen door.

You nodded and pointed to the plates on the counter, prompting Stiles to set the table.

Everyone sat down at dinner and discussed school, work, the wendigos in Beacon Hills and the vampires in Berkeley. When dinner was over, and most people were helping to clear the table and get dessert set out, Scott, Chris Argent, Stiles and Tom Y/L/N sat at the table on your terrace.

After an hour, when dessert finally made its way onto the table, you went out to retrieve the men from the balcony. Your dad and Mr. Argent walked back inside to join the others.

"So what'd he say?" You asked, half closing the door behind you, blocking their exit.

"The irony of all of this is going to be astounding." Stiles remarked.

"Mr. Argent is going to head back to Beacon Hills with Isaac tonight to talk to Gerard."

"So he'll do it?" You asked, excited.

"Your dad agreed to it. He's going to set up the meeting for Easter weekend, when we're on Spring Break." Scott told you.

"We've gotta book tickets to New Orleans then, Allison is going to be the new Jesus." Stiles said jokingly, placing a hand on yours and Scott's shoulder, as you all walked back into the apartment.

Twelve <- -> Fourteen

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mistymins · 7 years ago

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torn by clouds | Pt.1

➢ Taehyung x Reader

➢ genre/au: fluff-ish, prince au + modern au

➢ word count: 4871

➢ A/N: honestly so many inspirations. Like wut. From Game of Thrones to the old 80s music video, Take on Me, which is still such a bop. Also inspired by @minnochu‘s wonderful Cursed series which is one of my faves. This is the first to a mini series because yea, I still don’t know what the heck I’m doing and this is a mess lol

The prince evaded yet another potentially devastating blow from the Blood King, he knew his strength is waning but nevertheless, his will remained firm. He tightly grasped the hilt of the Sword of Aesir, sweat beading and flashes of the distinct faces of the people back in Roston giving him a sharp purpose.

“A shame that the young prince will soon be slain by my hands. Lay down your arms and maybe I’ll spare you.”

He stared at him blankly, then uttered a scoff of disbelief as his lips gave way to a smirk. “Heh, you ought to watch who you’re speaking to.” The prince raised a fist to the side, never once removing his gaze from the Blood King whom seemed to be intrigued just as Taehyung is hopeful of what he is scheming.

The heat in his palm began to swell until steam quickly seeped through his fingers, rising and dissipating into the air. Any man would writhe under the pain of a torch under their fingertips but not Taehyung; trained under a Master Sorcerer, he could only feel a tingle of sensation. He slowly uncurled his fingers, a spark generating in the center and a fire began to visibly take shape like the first spark of a campfire that gradually grew in height from it’s host of heated coals; a bright blue flame that soon engulfed the whole of his hand as it expanded into a small inferno.

“I am the Prince of Roston, son of Kyong Song-Jin. Also known as the heir to the throne and light be damned, if I give myself up by someone as hideous as you.”

Setting down the comic, you sighed and reeled back slightly in your chair, absorbing the detail of the event outlined in the pages. Painting a picture of the witty yet hot tempered Prince in your mind as you took a sip of morning coffee. It was laughable, you admit, that the most excitement you’ve received for awhile and the one thing your focus has been mainly fixated on is a fictitious Prince in a fictitious story. Nothing had changed apparently all these years, you were still a reflection of yourself, whom thought more about the welfare of characters than reality itself. To be truthful, it honestly wasn’t all that bad.

It was the incessant blinking of ‘one new message’ and new notices from the school arriving in the mailbox that brought that feeling. If you had a dime for every time anxiety bubbled up again, you would have the ability to buy yourself something really refine.

You just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. You were tired, though still strangely thankful, of the frequent calls from your parents asking how things were and if any more thoughts were given to your future career. You bit your lip softly and slightly fiddled with your hands. The steam wafting from the coffee that sat near the thick novel invited you again for a sip. A resigned sigh followed it.

Its all so mundane…

Why couldn’t life be the kind of spectacle that Taehyung had in his stories? You thought of all the things you’d pursue if you lived under their kingdoms. Of going to wide open market places where foreign traders from different sides of the world intermingled; eavesdropping on a mercenary’s so called ‘legendary’ experience during one of his missions; visiting ruins torched by dragons. Even gazing upon the castle dwelling where Taehyung lived—where apparently, the bridge was made out mined gold—would be enough for your naiive eyes. More importantly, meeting the Prince himself, hearing him speak of the timeless adventures of rebellion he had before ultimately settling down with his princely status to travel the world in diplomacy.

But the thought reminded you again, that was fiction and the world you lived in, was reality. There were no Taehyungs, no magic, no fire breathing dragons. Instead, you had college, bills, and a career to think about pursuing for the rest of your life.

With a head full of sudden frustration, you smoothed over your unkempt i-just-rolled-out-of-bed hair and attempted to have a more positive, on the bright side kind of thinking; you were meeting Jisoo today. The nutcase whose personality is in juxtaposition against your own and a bestfriend you didn’t ask for but also didn’t realize you needed. You were reserved, preferably spending your free days at home. She was forceful, assertive, an extroverted spirit that fiercely answered the solitude in you.

Just when you’ve put your head in the clouds, the ringtone emitting from your cell startles you out of your thinking. It was a sure fire way to make your heart drop into the shadows, reading the ID and discovering it was from your boss, presumably asking you to come in for work, dropping plans in substitution for the hours. Of course, every time, you urged yourself to take it. More moolah, you figured.

Taking the call, it was just as you assumed. “Yes, I’m able to do it today. No it’s no hassle at all. ”

You smoothed your polo shirt and the apron imprinted with the logo of the café you worked for; You combed your fingers over the strands of hair that stood in opposition from the ponytail and made sure the makeup had done it’s job; the dark circles no longer visible.

Afternoon began to pour into the windows and the sound of birds and of the accompanying rustle of wind mixed with the mechanical jet of vehicles made you feel that empty feeling again. An emotion that sent your gaze at the familiar photo that hung warmly on the refrigerator door, maybe a reminder of simpler times that made you both sad and happy; your two closest friends, with you cheerfully snug in the middle–beaming smiles as if it told the world that it had conquered it. Life after highschool graduation didn’t prepare you for this, the separation; knowing those two are as far away as gone, living their own lives.

Then for some odd reason, a flash of Taehyung, the audacious and lightharded man, the fictional man, appeared in your mind with eyes as fiery as the sun.

At this time, the café usually stopped sitting customers but there were always the leftover ones that mingled about and conversed; the ones who arrived just before the signs closed and most likely gave the cooks (who were preoccupied with cleaning up their stations and preparing with the next day) a hard time. The folks who also needed to be reminded that a café needed its sleep time; that was part of your work too.

You weren’t locking up, though. Thank god. There were others for that.

So after a bit of tidying, with wiping the counter tops, sweeping the floor and whatnot, you were relieved to grab your belongings from the locker area, even removing the tie to let your mane loose was a freeing feeling. Ugh I need a haircut. So eager to make your leave, the phone that rang in your pocket almost went unnoticed; if it wasn’t for its steady vibration.

Jisoo, it read.

“what’s up?” you answered.

“hey, so I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drink with me. You know, since it’s going to be the weekend and all.”

“Thanks but I’m not up for it today. I just kinda wanted to head home tonight.” You rubbed your nape and laughed apologetically.

“Aww ok. Well, head home safe! Hugs and kisses!.”

You hung up the call but kept a steady grip on your phone; It never feels good to turn people down, you’ve always been known as sort of the “yes man” but honestly, you were ready to dig into the rest of that comic book issue while basking in the quiet and quaint place that was home. That prospect certainly put you in eager haste.

It was true, nothing beats a misty, soothing shower to evaporate the day’s worries. The feeling of warmth gently cascading down your back, the droplets pooling and trickling down your hair was both pleasant and .

By the time you tip toed out of the bathtub, steam became your fog as you fumbled your hair dry with a towel–proceeding to make little silly drawings against the misty mirrors. One application of the fruit-scented lotion, a number of tedious skincare prep later, you quickly reached over for the change of clothes that you instinctively, usually, perch on the nearby handle.

“What the-“ you groaned, deeply as your eyes rolled heavily over such realization.

You had forgotten to grab the fresh change of clothes you whipped out for yourself; recalling and assuming that your mind must’ve been preoccupied enough to leave them in place.

So you proceeded to wrap the moist towel around your body, bracing yourself before stepping out of the confines of the warm and comforting sauna that is your bathroom and into the harsh changes of your apartment. Cold…Cold! You shivered as the chill hit your shoulders, hastily tip toeing into your room, not even bothering to turn on the lights as you fumble your hand in the dark wooden drawers of the dresser. Come on!

Clack…

Freezing, petrified like stone for a second, the sound was distinct; the sound of an object colliding against the floor, judging from displacement, you could deduce what it probably was.

But also, there was something else very faint.

Your heart tells you that something was off, but you continued to “search” the drawers of the dresser to feign awareness. It was faint like something your ears could’ve deceived you with, something maybe your mind conjured in the night. But it was no question, you heard a gasp.

There was a metal bar that leaned against the dresser from the side, you knew because you remembered and because you were too paranoid to be defenseless for situations like these. Keeping a weapon for protection was a way of easing your fear of the situations you hear of happening in the night–now it was definitely your haven. Inching ever so carefully, you blindly felt about in the abyss for the cold metal, hearing the acceleration of your heart as intense drumbeats. All that invaded your thoughts were all those days, snuggled under a warm blanket in the dead of night, watching crime documentaries of the unsolved cases that made your hair stand stiff. You were sorely regretting it.

You flip the light switch on nearby and surely enough a brief glimpse of a man, maybe a little bit taller, came into sight, though unable to clearly witness his face, that fact didn’t matter nor so much as concern you as you close yours eyes and initiate a full swing powered by all the strength you could conjure up at the moment.

“Hey, hey, is that anyway to treat your hostage?” his voice crisp.

You stared at him all wide eyed, dismayed to see his fist grasp the bar, putting your attack in a complete halt, more so, he inched his face closer with that taunting expression of his (towards your own that was) full of disbelief. Just what was this nutcase blabbering about?

“Tell me girl, you’re in collusion with the witch aren’t you? Or maybe, you’re the old hag yourself!” he demanded.

What the heck was he talking about? Whatever the case was, you began a power struggle which itself was proving to be difficult considering the amidst it all, the towel: you could feel it loosening from its tight wounding. “I’m not a witch and I-I don’t know one either! How’d you get into my apartment, you crazy sicko?!” you react back. You kept up with the struggle but it was obvious, the losing side of the battle was you. Unable to persist against his constant demonstration of strength, it was the final straw of prevalence when he abruptly pulled the bar towards him, reeling your body forward to stumble against his and undoing the towel all in the same frame of time.

Perhaps this was the one moment that gave you two a chance to collect your thoughts, ironically with the space between each other a little too close for comfort. With a disheveled towel acting as a disconcerting barrier between bodies. You lifted your head from what you realized was the firmness of his chest, earning yourself a good look at his face once more but in a more detailed fashion. And it finally dawned on you why his face gave you a familiar feeling, you stepped back hastily and grabbed your towel in a helter-skelter fashion, the realization of you almost, entirely, naked on top of a man feeling insignificant despite the fact your cheeks were still tinted.

No way, gotta be a joke. It’s gotta be…!

Maybe it was a crazy thought but it made you feel like a kid who believed too much into her fantasies.

Dark blue and white apparel…you skimmed him from head to toe. It glinted pronouncedly, the symbol intricately carved in a circular pin that held his silk capes together. “A white hawk?” you unknowingly mutter aloud.

He briefly glances at the pin to which you seem to be mesmerized by, “Supposed to represent the role of ‘Protector of the Realm’; a great strength they say. Well, leave it to my ancestors to create something unoriginal. ”

There was only one person whom that symbol belonged to; the man from the books. He wore an apparel almost identical to Taehyung’s–no it is identical. A hooded cape with the same design, and the way it bunched up on one shoulder like a scarf, reminded you that it was the same one drawn on him in the comics whenever he left his kingdom on another adventure. And the pin, it was right where it should and looked how it should be.

You emitted a breathy laugh, feeling yourself buy into this reality. But no doubt, he looks too much like him: the hair, the getup, his manner of speaking. It was no question. But still, you shook your head vigorously and slightly furrowed your brows together. Are you crazy? Are you really gonna believe that it’s him? Get it together, he’s not even real.

It was restless until you couldn’t stand wondering anymore and blurted, “Just who are you?”

He crossed his arms, “Prince Taehyung of Roston and so on and so forth whatever titles that follow my name.”

A shiver engulfs you, sending out signals to carry out a thousand goosebumps, making your heart skip at the utterance of his name. Taehyung…

“The one and only.”

A low gasp comes out of you when he answers what you thought was your own conscience; must’ve spoken aloud again. He bows, with one arm in extension and the other nestled on him, hugging his rib cage, not very Prince-like but more as if he was a showman acknowledging his audience at the end of a performance.

In the back of your mind, the skepticism ran, insistent that this was indeed a dream, that you took a tumble, slipped out of the bathtub and bruised your head or something along the lines of that nature. And now you were in some kind of dream sequence, albeit a very life like one. Gulping and hesitant, you placed a flat palm above your chest. “ —, I’m —-. And this is my home.”

He stood and paced a bit in place. “Strange accent…” he mutters. “Listen, that’s good to know but I would really like to get back to Roston. It’s not really in my plans to be a hostage so if you would kindly tell the witch to–”

All of a sudden, three knocks maybe four echoed from the front door and it put a an interlude to the current conversation. A little bit bothered, you silently questioned who would go knocking at your door so well into the evening especially after having dealt with an “intruder” who, as it turned out, wasn’t exactly your conventional criminal; of all people it was someone you knew—well sort of. Having to juggle the visible facts that you were having a conversation with a fictional character from your comic book; you couldn’t believe it. I need a drink after this.

A muffled voice came from behind the door. “Hey —-. You didn’t think you could avoid me all day, did ya? Come on open up, I got a bottle of champagne and some new movie rentals.”

You quickly recognized the voice. Jisoo.

Instantaneously snatching whatever clothes that was sufficient enough, you speedily dressed and mouthed Taehyung to hide in the bedroom, even if he gave a confused expression and wasn’t quick to comply, you were going to do everything in your ability to get that man out of sight. You pushed him without thought back into the room, flicked the lights off , and left the door only slightly ajar for his own good. “Don’t leave this room!” You loudly whispered to him.

An evening pretty well off into the night and a mysterious man whom no one has any knowledge of, alone with you in your own apartment, to anyone bursting into the scene, it would come off as one of your secret hookups or secret boyfriends. And it wouldn’t even be as bad as it seemed if only people didn’t know your personality to be in polarity with the notion; you didn’t want people blowing this up into a big fuss. What kind of story would you even attempt to conjure up for the misconstrued situation? You rolled your shoulders attempting to calm yourself, repeating ‘she’s not going to see him’ like a mantra before twisting the knob and unlocking the front door.

“What took you so long, Y/N?” usually it didn’t bother you when she let herself in of her own accord but this time was different. It wasn’t exactly a desirable time for her to go snooping around.

She placed the champagne on the coffee table in front of the couch. Knowing exactly where the wineglasses were, she grabbed them from their cupboards before plopping down and sorting quickly through the movies on her lap; reading their titles.

Instead of giving Jisoo your choice, you blankly stared her way, faintly realizing that you had not paid any attention to her question.

“Earth to Y/N, you okay?”

You shook your head and chuckled to obscure your awkward behavior but you knew it wasn’t going to fool anyone, especially Jisoo. You only needed to try and detract her attention into a reason believable enough. “Yeah, it’s just, it wasn’t a good day at work today. I have a massive headache so I think we’re gonna have to put a raincheck on movie night.” You feigned frustration and rubbed the sides of your temples.

She sighed as if she was the one affected, “God, it’s that one coworker again, isn’t it? I told you, you only need to tell me the way he walks home and I’ll scare him for you. Guarantee the dude will think twice about what he’s doing.”

Jisoo stood, and began to walk to the one place you wished her not to be, intensely hoping that she not take the room on the right of the hallway, where the bedroom lay. But thankfully, as 50% of you assumed, she walks into the left corridor leading to the bathroom; you were able to swallow the nervousness down.

Shut and click.

A sigh of instant relief leaves you, until gazing up, you spot Taehyung widening the gap of the door, peeking out at first and then gradually sticking his head out in the open.

‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed at him. ‘Get back in there!’

He raised his brows, ‘If I recall, we just met, why should I give heed to what you say?’ he whispered back

Oh the audacity. You would’ve given him a reply to that if only you didn’t notice the faucet from the bathroom becoming inaudible and a click sound of the door following in succession. ‘I swear to god if you don’t–’ you pointed at him as quickly as you settled down the moment Jisoo swings the door open.

“Hey remember that shirt I lent you last week?” Jisoo emerges and you quickly sit back down in your seat, pretending that Taehyung almost being discovered didn’t happen.

“Yeah.”

“Well since I’m here, I might as well take it so you don’t have to go through the hassle.” Your eyes widen as she once more, takes the steps towards your bedroom, pushing the door slightly further agape this time.

“Actually!” you blurt out which successfully stops her. “It’s in the washer right now. So don’t worry about it, I’ll get it to you like tomorrow or something.” You waved your hand dismissively.

She squinted her eyes at you, making you conclude that she must’ve realize that you’re up to no good, but surprisingly, she casually shrugs and makes her way towards you. “Well if you say so. You know, you seem kind of off today, you sure you’re okay.” She asks

Though, your heart skips, you manage to keep a consistently believable act even though underneath, your heart is slightly thumping—to the point of thinking she hears it. “Yeah, I’m good. I just need some sleep.” That’s an honest truth, actually.

Barely a short time elapsed before you were seeing Jisoo out: fine, I guess I’ll hang out with myself tonight were the last words she imprinted on you. Despite that, the way she eyed the bottle of champagne tells you that she wasn’t at all that sad. Her departure alleviated the sudden anxiety that had arisen but the second the door shuts was a cue for Taehyung, bringing back the stress level to your ears.

Just what were you to do with him?

Besides that, taking him seriously proved to be a challenge as he was draped in that over the top medieval garb that looked extremely prize worthy in professional cosplaying.

He brushed the dust off his shoulders and trousers, “Wasn’t that just lovely.”

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry but I really needed you out of sight.”

“You look like a nice girl, but witches often use nice girls to do the dirty deed, if their not masking themselves as one already. Luring gentlemen like” he gestures at himself. “bet that haggard witch is laughing herself to her deathbed. Transporting me into some foreign land. Well why don’t you tell her to go–.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything. I don’t know any witches, if they even exist. All I know is that this is my home and you’re in it.” the tone in your voice raised a bit at some point hearing him accuse you of some travesty when in actuality you feel as if your mind had ceased to function trying to wrap its thoughts around what’s happened; you were badly as lost as him.

He scratched his head, “So, no clue at all.”

Just then, the cogs in his mind turned the inner workings of his thoughts. The throne. The lifeline of his family’s reputation and where was he? Definitely not doing a very ordained job at guarding it; back then, he was easily pardoned for being irresponsible but he believes he would not fare well this time if he broke another vow. But then—he pondered that if he was here then you must also be here for a reason. If fate is real.

His hazel brown eyes twinkled, the corner of his lids curling up like a smile as firm hands pressed the sides of your shoulder. “You must know the way back!”

Taken aback by his eager and sudden approach, with an expression that filled the world’s hopes, but the best you could give was the way you shook your head apologetically, “Listen, I really, don’t know. I’m just as confused as you.” You admit.

“But then, how did you know who I am? The way you gazed at me, I don’t think– I would’ve recognized you at this point.”

Eyeing the comic, a simple and thinly bound piece of work laying on the table that now held more significance than it did previous. Where his life lay public, where every detail, complex or minor, penned down, drawn, and predetermined before he knew himself. Was this a revelation you wanted to tell him at nearly 10 in the evening? Maybe it can wait another day.

Inevitably, your voice quivered. “I-I’ve read about you.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together, “huh, I didn’t know the scholars had my name penned down. Didn’t even wait till I was dead. In any case, it doesn’t seem like you know the hag, you look as if you were dragged along into my problem. So! Help me here, what does it take to return to the kingdom’s capital. A horse? A ship?”

Your eyes suddenly began to take in the sight of him as if the past hour hadn’t happened. It brought this otherworldly feeling and you couldn’t quite believe that it was him, Taehyung in the flesh, alive and real; more significantly, standing in your own living room. How was it even possible to begin with? Magic. Absurd, It was nonsensical that you even conceived such a notion but well—nothing about this situation made sense in the first place. It was like seeing a portrait come to life only those features of his that you knew in the books: the caramel hair, layered to fall just above his ears and precisely to frame his face, befitting the stature of a prince; his eyes that curved in a way that defined coolness but not haughtiness; and lips that seem to know when to smart talk the next egotistical fool. They were more defined, nothing what any artist could create with a pencil.

You must’ve been gawking at him, mouth agape, as the hazy vision of him moving his mouth made you realize that he was trying to converse with you. Uncontrollably, the embarrassment began to settle in your cheeks and you ripped your eyes away. Fine, he was handsome, you get it.

“Look girl, I pay well. Just—show me the way and we’ll forget that we had anything to do with each other.”

It occurred to you that he was far from home; so far that it wasn’t even in the same world or dimension. How were YOU going to break that to him. If he steps out that door, it was no telling how long he’ll fare, sure there weren’t fire breathing dragons or forest monsters but the real world could be just as dangerous.

“I-I’m sure things are confusing for you. But it’s the middle of the night right now, I can’t do anything to help you.”

“Then you wouldn’t have to. I’ve been in worse situations before.” he sidesteps you, headed towards the front door.

“No wait! You don’t understand. You’re far, FAR, away from where you need to be.” You gestured. “I mean you don’t even know. And it’s no use to you if you go out at night.”

You were itching to take a step back when his boots begin to march forward, hands to his hips, and a cocked head that makes you blink away as you failingly make eye contact. “Are you suggesting I spend the night?” he says

You inhaled deeply, sensing those amber orbs of his looking directly at you. Taehyung then flipped his sight at the front door that lead to the darkness beyond before leaning in a tad bit too close for comfort within your personal bubble, “It looked like an ink blot.” He emitted a wry smile. ”A birthmark is it?”

Crap, he saw?!? A rosy heat quickly ascends to settle on your cheeks upon realizing with that noggin of yours what he meant as you snapped your hand over the side of your stomach, even though knowing it was unnecessary since clothing masked what was underneath, still…when he said that, it felt like your shirt was only a shear veil and it gave you clear evidence, this was Taehyung, alright. Unafraid of talking things up; with merchants, the lords of the kingdom, and of course, the beautiful women who sparked an interest enough to chat with. These were the comics at least.

You were flushed to have received a taste of his personality in its actual form; embarrassed and a little put off.

“your words are definitely something you’re going to regret someday.“ you mumbled.

“Wait, what did you say?” something in his tone suddenly flipped a switch, turning to look at him just as his brow melded into a slight crease, an aura of thoughtfulness like something had suddenly plagued his mind.

“it’s nothing, I was talking to myself. What, why?”

His eyes skimmed the floorboards in emptiness, thinking, then he promptly met your eyes and you could see the moment that he must’ve ascertained something significant for himself. “She said those words to me. The witch.”

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Healing What Has Been Broken - Chapter 21 - The Cuddle Time War And The Shipping Council

Because so many people are asking, Destiny and Fate can take any form. They just are, they are everywhere and are technically Higher Gods in this story. Myths have all the Gods in them taking many forms - Like Zeus as melted gold of all things - so Destiny and Fate can do the same.

Also, I am so happy that I am making so many people's shipping senses tingle. A lot of ships I like are considered crack ships as they are never talked about, see as insane or even thought of. I love so many ships so bad that I can't help myself. Like Nightmare x Error, Cross x Error, or really, I ship everyone with Error to be honest as long as it is done right. Can't help myself really.

And due to popular demand, I will put how cuddle time happened and the chart for it. Never thought that so many people would want to know, but I'm happy to provide and give more detail to this adorable idea.

-Start Chapter-

Cuddle Time - And yes, it deserved to be capitalized for how much thought and fighting went into it by the others. Error honestly thought that someone was going to get dusted for a few tense moments. Luckily no one was dusted in the creation of Cuddle Time. - was a simple thing if one thought about it. But then again, put in a bunch off different people with vastly different personalities then anything can get complicated fast and in a hurry.

But, Error knew who to put the blame on. It had been Grim who put the idea into the other's heads only a day after Error officially met all the skeletons.

It had been a normal morning so far before the Cuddle Time War started. Everyone was sitting at the kitchen table. Error was at the head of the table, munching on the glass cup that had the soup in it. He had just put the whole cup into his mouth again, making quite a few Monsters wince and freak out at first. But Error didn't see the problem with it. Death was sitting on his left side holding onto one end of Error's scarf, Grim on the right reading some kind of book. The kids had finished eating a while ago, having rushed as they wanted to go playing. After making sure that Null and Void would be okay, Error let them go play in the living room with the other kids.

Then Grim suddenly brightened, face lighting up as he read something in the book. Error watched him wearily as he jumped up with a triumph look on his face.

"I have found the most wonderful healing technique!" Grim lifted the book as if it was the holy grail. "In this insightful book I have gotten from Life, I have found something that will help Error on the right track to fully getting better not only physically, but emotionally."

That quickly got everyone's attention.

Meanwhile Error could feel like this was not going to work out well, a bad feeling creeping up his spine.

"Positive touching, as the book has told me, can help with many mental health issues! Ranging from helping one to sleep, eat, become emotionally stable and just feel better all around." Grim gently put down the book, a gleam not unlike Determination in his sockets. "Therefor I propose a few set times, multiple times a day, for such positive touching."

"What kind of touching?" Ink questioned, leaning onto the table interested in the idea. While they are helping Error get better physically, it is the mental and emotional wounds that will never truly go away. But that didn't mean they couldn't lighten Error's load. "Hand holding?"

"No, I propose something I like to call," Grim opened his arms as if he wanted to hug them all. "Cuddle Time!"

'You got to be fucking with me.' Error thought to himself numbly. He just watched Grim and the others discussing the idea like he wasn't there, making him want to flip the table to get their attention. But seeing how he knew he wouldn't get out of it? '.....Lets see how this plays out.' Error decided eventually. He would only speak up if he had too.

"A few times a day, multiple times a day may be too much for Error." Daze put in, looking worried. "I mean, if he's not used to cuddling it may get too much." The left unsaid part was that they all looked like people that have hurt him or look like said brothers to the ones that have hurt him.

"The time can range from five minutes to a half-hour. Whatever Error is comfortable with." Misery eventually said, finger tapping his chin in thought. "If Error doesn't feel up to it, we can push the time for later or just do it for a single minute."

"We can hella do it in pairs!" Fresh brightly added in, gesturing to his brother who was right behind him. "It would be totes radical!" Then he pointed to Geno and Killer. "Ya two could pair up because ya are without fresh bros."

"Thanks for pointing that out Fresh." Geno sarcastically thanked, looking at Fresh like he was a idiot. "I had no idea that my brother is pretty much dead and gone. Or that Killer killed his." Killer chuckled, fingering the butter knife in his hands.

"Ya totes welcome my home dawg!" Fresh grinned, not at all hearing the sarcasm. Geno groaned and face palmed.

"Now, this is all well and good...." Paint calmly started, sipping his tea once before putting it down. Then he glanced at everyone, grim seriousness in his eyes. "But now on to the most important question...." If Error had hair, it would be standing up on edge. "Who gets to go first?"

If it were any other topic or not about him in any way, Error would have been impressed with how fast everything escalated from that little question. He hasn't seen things go down this fast since one Sans implied that Inky and Error were having 'relations' behind all the fighting when they were fighting for the life of said Sans's AU. Shame that he said it where he and Inky could hear, it only got worse because Nightmare and his gang along with Dream heard it too as they were involved with the fighting. First and only team up they ever did together. But it ended up with Inky and Dream fighting them off so they didn't kill off the Sans when they started going to far but also looking like they wanted to kill him off, one still pissed off Error and rest, and one very deeply scarred Sans. The Sans was so deeply scarred for life that Error is pretty sure he still hasn't left his house since in fear of them all. And this had happened more then a century ago.

"Well, obviously it should be us Paint!" Ink smiled before looking to the others. "And who should go next-"

"Hold the phone!" Fresh busted in, waving his hands in disagreement. "Why should ya be the one to be first?!" Fresh looked to his own brother. "I think me and my totally radical bro should be first!"

"Yea, me and Fresh would be totes radical!" Rad added in, grinning and nodding along with Fresh. "Totes would be so fresh to be first! Error would be for sure feeling the totally radical funky fresh vibes from our Cuddle Time!"

Error shivered at that while Grim interrupted them, sounding insulted. "Now, now there is no need to fight!" He placed a hand on his chest, chin going up as he looked down at everyone with a innocent smile. "When it obvious that me and Death should be going first!" He winked at all the enraged and insulted faces. "I came up with the idea after all! So it's only fair that we go first."

Death quickly nodded in agreement, smiling a small smile from where he sat, holding on end of Error's scarf. "I would like to go first....."

"Just because you came up with the idea doesn't mean anything." Misery pointed out before gesturing to himself and his brother. "We would be the best to go first. Daze's positivity and magic would be the best for Error."

Daze smiled brightly, a steel edge in his sockets. "Misery is right! And Misery would add some good stability and making sure Error is alright."

"You are all fools!" Fell scoffed, rolling his eyes at them all. "Red and I would only be the best bet for Error!"

"I understand anxiety better then you all." Red helpfully pointed out to the rest, grin growing as his brother growled at everyone. "So me and my bro would be the best bet to go first if anything went wrong."

"Not exactly strong stuff~" Compassion purred, leaning over the table so that he was only inches from Fell's face. Fell turned blood orange and gulped while the other grinned. "Hearts and I are the most loving after all, so why shouldn't we go first hmmm?" Compassion leaned back, grin still in place. "I think we would make Error feel very loved and right at home. Isn't that right Hearts?"

"Too right Compassion~" Hearts leaned his chin into his hand, propping it up on the table as he glanced to everyone. "We wouldn't want Error to feel unloved or uncomfortable now would we?"

'You all are making me uncomfortable right now!' Error started to sweat a little once he noticed the hostel expressions on everyone, Death's grip on the scarf getting tighter and tighter with each word. He wondered if he could make a break for it. Then he saw Skull pulling out his gun that was under the table for whatever reason. Yeah, no. He wasn't going to move when a MobTale!Sans got trigger happy, that would just make Skull shoot him on reflex.

But on a side note, Error was impressed that Skull and Sniper could sneak in such big guns without anyone noticing until they pulled them out. That took talent.

"Now Hearts," Skull began, standing up on his chair with his tommy gun out and ready. "I like ya, but I'm going to go first." Skull smirked as he loaded the gun. "I found'em first. It's only right that me and my brother here go first."

Sniper just gave a nice smile, a click sounding out showing that he turned off the safety on his own weapon.

"Well threatening us with a gun isn't going to help you." Killer laughingly said while Hearts scoffed, rolling his eyes, muttering to himself. "Some way to show that you like me!"

"Me and Geno here should go first." Killer pulled out a sharper knife out of nowhere, making Geno flinch back even as Killer laid a arm around his shoulders. "We don't have brothers, Error doesn't have a brother, it's a match made in hell."

"Don't you mean heaven?" Geno asked, raising a brow in question.

Killer just simply grinned, eyes laughing. "No."

Error shrugged when Geno glanced to him, Killer had a point. There was no way Killer was made in heaven let alone himself.

"Having brothers has nothing to do with this!" Hop sighed out, before smirking. "But if that was the case, then someone with a brother should go first! Make Error get used to them faster."

"Which is why we should go first!" Tango butted in, looking like a excited puppy. "We are the best brother duo!"

"That's a lie!" Blueberry jumped as many objections sounded out, starry eyes glaring out. "Only the Sensational Blueberry and his one and only brother Honey are the best there is! We shall go first!"

"Don't think about arguing," Honey shrugged with a lazy smile. But the orange in his eyes told a different story. "when my bro says we're going first, we're going first."

"Oh? So we're going based off the best brothers? If so, your not even in the running!" Blue raised a brow, arms crossed. "Because I remember a certain Easter party just last year. Involving some hard boiled eggs, chocolate, a bunny costume, ten glitter bombs, and five gallons of whipped cream and melted butter that ended with-"

Error glanced to the kitchen entrance once movement caught his eye. Seeing the kids peeking in, curious from all the yelling, he hurriedly motioned for them to go back into the living room. His own kids did so right away, the others following suit once they saw that some of the adults had weapons drawn.

Giving a silent sigh of relief, Error turned back to the mess in front of him, wishing that he could join the kids. The children did not deserve to be scarred for life this early in their lives, best have them wait in the other room so they don't see blood, dust, magic, and bullets flying once shit hits the fan worse then it already has.

"I do not see the problem here." Galaxy finally spoke up over Blue and Honey's argument. "It is obvious that I and my brother should go, we are more qualified to do so."

Orbit snorted, glancing to all the hostile expressions. "It's true. I mean, out of all of us, we're the least likely to do something or mess it up."

"That's a lie!" Razz growled out, fist slamming down hard onto the table. "If anyone is most qualified, it is me!" Razz gave everyone a smug smirk. "I am after all, the best Sans here."

Honestly, that alone would have made the Sanses jump Razz. But with how Maple was starring everyone down, they thought better of it. Didn't stop them from arguing though.

"Listen, none of this is helping the issue." Echo sighed, rubbing his eye sockets that were closed as if he was in pain. "We need to decide who goes first, so how about a vote?" Suddenly Echo looks up with a smirk. "I vote for myself and my brother obviously."

"I, of course, vote the same." Blaster softly added in, a small grin playing on his face. "That, or you could fight me for it?"

"Of course you would want to fight!" Blossom sniffed, glancing up at Blaster. "Voting and fighting wouldn't get us anywhere! Everyone would just vote for themselves, and a fight would just end in dust piles - so everyone would loose!"

"Not everyone, there still would be one pair of us left standing." Murder pointed out with a blood thirsty grin. "Then they can take up all the times then."

"I wouldn't mind going first for this 'Cuddle Time'." Blood said absent mindlessly. "So, we're going to fight for the right to go first? I'll get my claws ready~"

"No one is going to fight for it!" Paint finally called out, but was lost in all the arguments.

Error nervously looked around, trying to keep a eye out on all the threats as the voice levels grew. Then he felt it, the feeling of death. With a gulp, Error slowly turned to glance at his seat neighbor, only to start sweating.

Death's face had twisted into what one would imagine the face of the Grim Reaper to be, one that screamed anger as he scowled and lowly growled.

Before Error could even think of running for the hills, Death moved.

CRACK!

Everyone flinched back, some even diving out of their chairs when the scythe came down and stabbed itself into the table. Everyone gulped, looking up at Death who now stood, one hand on the handle of his scythe, the other tightly gripping one end of Error's scarf.

"I said; I would like to go F I R S T ." Death's deep voice growled out, dark sockets daring anyone to try and deny him this. "Let me rephrase that; I W I L L B E G O I N G F I R S T ."

No one went against Death or even said a word about this new fact. Death's face lightened up when no one tried anything, took out his scythe from the table, put it back in it's hostler, and sat back down, scooting his chair closer to Error so that their knees were touching.

Thus was the creation of Cuddle Time, the end of the Cuddle Time War - mostly, Error has seen the others give some dirty looks for getting earlier times then theirs. But no one said anything. - and the start of the time table for Cuddle Time.

Cuddle Time was three times a day, after meal times. It could last a few minutes to a full hour if Error wanted it to. Everyone finally drew straws about who would go after who after Death claimed the first time slot. If they couldn't make it to the Cuddle Time or they were sick, then someone else would take their place for them until they could came back.

The Time Table went as follows;

Death and Grim - Monday Morning.

Blue and Blossom - Monday Afternoon.

Fresh and Rad - Monday Night.

Ink and Paint - Tuesday Morning.

Red and Fell - Tuesday Afternoon.

Hearts and Compassion - Tuesday Night.

Skull and Sniper - Wednesday Morning.

Murder and Blood - Wednesday Afternoon.

Killer and Geno - Wednesday Night.

Echo and Blaster - Thursday Morning.

Hop and Tango - Thursday Afternoon.

Blueberry and Honey - Thursday Night.

Razz and Maple - Friday Morning.

Misery and Daze - Friday Afternoon.

Orbit and Galaxy - Friday Night.

Saturday and Sundays were the kids's days with Error, they just piled onto Error or it was just Null and Void or whoever was in the house at the times needed. Seems the kids were listening in about Cuddle Time and wanted in.

Error just didn't want to admit that these skeletons still made him jumpy, that he wanted to run and hide from them because of the faces starring back at him. But, Cuddle Time was helping with that. Making him get to know them, not to see the shadows of other Monsters that share the same face. Sure, he still shivered and tensed up when some of the got near him, but Error was slowly getting better. It would take some time if not years for him to get used to them, but he was getting there. Being held softly was something he had never really experienced before.

It was nice.

-Council Room-

In the basement of the mansion, there was a council room that was usually unused. In fact, many forgot it was there unless they needed it, which was usually never. There was a large circular wooden table and chairs all around it, everything one would need to start, win, and finish a war of nay kind hanging on the walls and around the whole room.

It was something of a mystery in fact, no one made this room. It was always there, no one put anything in it or even knew about it until one day the noticed a door in the back of the basement that lead into this secret room.

But that doesn't mean that no one uses it.

"The Shipping Council is being called to order." Hearts called out from the head of the table. He nodded to Geno. "I know that we rarely get together anymore unless our Alphys and or Undyne has made a new ship that we should know about, but Geno has brought to our attention a new ship that must sail. Geno, you have the floor."

The Shipping Council wasn't large by any means, but that didn't mean they didn't have outside help. The main members are Hearts, Geno, and Maple. The members each had their own source of outside help, with Hearts being the largest as his whole AU would help him out if he said it was for love. Therefor, he is the leader. Most of the Council just gets together once a month to discuss all the relationships around them or talk about matching another with so-and-so, but never once had they tried it as they feared messing it all up, at least for the skeletons. They have paired up many monsters in different AU's and they are happily dating. One pair even Soul Bonded and became Soul Mates.

"Maple and I have noticed Error and Death." Geno gave a smile thinking about the two. "Before Maple and the others came to Life's home, Killer and I heard Death promise that he would help put Error back together."

"Death seems to be in love with Error already." Maple added in, shrugging with a grin. "When he slammed his scythe into the table? Jealous lover moment."

Hearts snorted at that, not having thought of it like that. Geno went on. "I think they could heal themselves." Both skeletons looked up at Geno when he said that. "Death for sure has some issues, hard not to when you are a reaper I think, and so does Error. But together, I think they could get better with one another."

"Love does heal many wounds." Hearts hummed, thinking about it. "But it can also make new ones."

"I know we don't usually involve ourselves with the other skeleton Monsters, but I think we should on this case." Geno sat back down, clearing his throat. "Error and Death deserve love, and having someone there for them in a way other can't be. So I say, we ship them hard but also carefully."

"Playing matchmaker would take more effort on them, if only for the fact that Error seems clueless on the matters of romance." Maple muttered, rubbing his chin before speaking up. "Error is slowly healing, so we shouldn't push this too hard. But that doesn't mean we can't give them a push in the right direction."

"Hmmmm." Hearts's eyes narrowed for a moment before he stood up. "I have decided; We are going to help DestructiveDeath become canon!"

"Yes!" Geno fist pumped. "Let the shipping commence!"

"For DestructiveDeath we shall ship them harder then any other ship!" Maple clutched his fists, passion in his eyes. "We will make this ship a reality!"

"SHIP! SHIP! SHIP~!"

-Backyard-

Error sneezed, shivering from where he sat on a outside bench as he kept a eye out on the kids. Death pressed against his side, holding on to his arm as if trying to become one with Error. Error glanced around, not paying the shivering Death any mind. He had a bad feeling creeping up his spine again....Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a bit, the feeling would go away? Try to relax like the others wanted him to?

Meanwhile Death just snuggled closer, shaking and flushing all the more.

Compassion sighed as he glanced to all the adults that were outside, relaxing and talking. He saw Error sneeze and shiver, then glance around paranoid. 'It seems like the Shipping Council has come to a decision~'

When Ink saw Error sneeze, shivering and that three certain Monsters were gone, all he could do was sigh and pinch the bridge of nose hole. 'It seems like the Shipping Council has come to a decision.....I really hope anybody doesn't dust them all or anything once they start trying to mess with Error and Death.'

-With The Little Papyruses, A Few Yards Away From The Adults-

"Such a weakling!" Fallen scoffed, bending down slightly so that he and Void were face to face. "Be dead in a second if he ever left his Brother or Father!"

"I think the killer would soon regret it though." Aster pointed out as all the little Papyruses gathered around the new little one.

"He has a pretty smile~" Slaughter cooed out, making Void giggle.

"Tch!" Fallen scoffed, before glaring into Void's happy eyes. "Listen here you little cretin! I, the terrifying Fallen, am not under your spel-!"

Chu~

Everyone froze, watching Void lean over and clumsily kiss Fallen's cheek. Void leaned back, falling down to his bottom with a giggle and clap. Fallen's cheeks slowly turned a blood red color, taking over his whole face.

"F-Fallen....?" Truce asked hesitantly, twitching at the sight of the other being still like stone. "....Are you okay?"

Before anyone had time to even blink, Fallen snatched up Void and clinched him close to his chest. "This Monster is now the Terrible Fallen's best friend! None shall have him!"

"We'll, so much for not being under his spell." Space snorted before glancing over to where the Sanses were. "Orange? Shouldn't you keep a eye on them?"

Orange shrugged, watching the amusing show that is a flustered Fallen and giggling Void. "Nah. Gaz will keep a eye on them fine."

-A Few Feet Away, With The Little Sanses-

"Hello!" Stars bounced up to Null. "It's nice to meet you~"

"Hello-Oh!" Null gave out a gasp when Stars suddenly scooped him up in a hug. "Hehe! It's nice to meet you to!"

Gaz felt sweat forming on his skull, feeling a dark aura behind himself. Slowly turning, he flinch back. TK was glaring for all he was worth at Stars, so much so that Gaz was shocked that Stars wasn't on fire. Never mind the dark aura surrounding him, like a cloak as he clinched a first. The fist was shaking as he gritted his teeth, making Gaz want to back up now.

"That little-!" TK growled out, making Tick snicker at him while Cloud rolled his eyes and Peace snort in humor.

The next thing they knew, TK was stomping over to where Stars was twirling with Null in his arms.

"You don't think he is actually going to hurt Stars right?" Cloud asked the others. "I mean, Orange will kill him if he tries anything.....He knows that right?"

"Honestly, he's in jealous Soul Mate mode." Gaz snorted, thinking back on all the Soul Mates he has seen. "So much so, that he's forgotten they aren't even Soul Mates."

"I hope it gets bloody~" Tick hummed, scratching his skull with a blood thirsty grin.

"I hope they don' get blood on Null, Mister Error will not be happy." Peace pointed out, making Gaz and Cloud pale dramatically and Tick laugh.

"Hey!" TK growled out once he was close to the twirling two, making Stars stop and spin around to smile up at TK. "Oh! TK! Have you come to play too?"

"No! I want-ARH!" TK made to stomp once more, but tripped over his shoe laces and fell flat on his face.

Silence. Everyone blinked and the spell was broken.

"AAHHH!" TK shot up to his knees, hands going to his forehead that was turning a bright light blue. Tears gushing out as he cried out in pain. But before he could do anything more, something soft touched his wound.

Blinking away the tears, he was greeted with Null's smiling face.

Null smiled gently, hand softly touching the spot TK had hit hard on the ground. "Kisses to make the hurt to go away~"

'Kisses.....But he....!' Shakily raising a hand, TK started to sweat. Something soft touched his forehead.....Soft like.....Lips?! "I-I-I-I!"

Null tilted his head confused as TK turned a bright blue. Then, jolting away once TK suddenly grabbed his hood, covering his hole face as he sweated and shook, voice becoming high pitched as he muttered and silently screamed to himself.

Frowning, Null turned to the others with concern swimming in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Laughter was all he got as his answer.

Back with the adults, Death smiled softly as he listened to the children's laughter and hung onto Error. Snuggling closer, he jolted once he felt Error go limp. Head sharply going up, he relaxed once he saw Error's eyes closed and breathing evening out. It seems he actually fell asleep.

"You better take him to bed." Death turned to see Misery sitting back down after getting a water bottle. "I've heard that he doesn't sleep that often. Maybe he's never been relaxed enough to try. If he wakes up, let him know we're watching his kids. Don't want him bringing the house down with him in his worry."

"Alright." Getting up, Death gently lifted up Error into his arms. While Misery explained what was going on to the others, Death floated into the house. While he could teleport, he didn't want to. It was nice to have Error in his arms. Even if it made his shaking worse, sweat coming down all the more as his face gets hotter, and his SOUL race all the more, he loved that something living was in his arms.

It made it all the better that it was Error.

With that in mind, once he finally got Error into his assigned bed, Death quietly placed a chair by the bed and sat on it. Not wanting to leave Error alone. Relaxing, Death settled and closed his sockets, letting the silence over take him.

All the while his bones tingled, making him want to reach out and touch Error once more.

- Two Hours Later -

Error couldn't feel anything.

Nothing but W H I T E .

Error couldn't breath.

D I D Y O U R E A L L Y T H I N K Y O U C O U L D G E T A W A Y ? R U N F R O M Y O U R F A T E ? !

Error couldn't hear anything as static over took everything else.

"Err-"

Hands coming out to grab onto a scarred throat.

Error couldn't scream, couldn't talk.

"....or?"

Cracking sounded out, a bright yellow and sky blue glowing from a covered chest, the glow fading fast.

T H O S E W H O R U N F R O M F A T E G E T D R A G G E D B Y I T .

Noise was slowly breaking into the static, Error couldn't make anything out.

"...ake.....p!"

Screams sounded out, one side shinning white the other shadowed black. The middle a static grey as hunger calls out. Hands cradled and grabbed, pulling and pushing.

Error couldn't feel anything.

T H O S E W H O R U N A R E P U N I S H E D !

Not even as his bones and SOUL shattered.

F A T E I S N O T K I N D A N D D O S E N O T C A R E F O R O T H E R S P R O M I S E S .

Fate only loves one.

You are not that one.

"ERROR?!"

Error jolted awake, wildly looking around. Breathing heavily, sweating coming down. Jerking when he noticed hands holding tightly over his wrist, he only stopped when he caught sight of it being Death holding onto him.

"whAT hAppENed?" Error choked out, blinking once he noticed how blurry everything was.

"Y-You...." Death took in a deep breath, finally loosening his hold. "You were having a nightmare....You were clawing at your own throat! Your SOUL-!" Death choked, shaking his head.

Error just sighed, closing his eyes. "ThIS IS WhY i DON'T slEEp. No pOInt WhEn i CaN't GEt pEacE iN EvEN MY oWn MInD. nEvER MINd It cAN GET dAnGEroUS ONcE i LAsh OUt."

"But that's not healthy!" Seeing Error's 'I don't give a shit about that' face, Death sighed, thinking. T-Then...." Death bite his lip, letting go of Error. Error sat up, stretching. "Let me chase away the nightmares!"

Snorting, Error raised a brow at Death. "WHy WOuLD YOu dO THAt?"

"Sleeping next to someone is said to keep nightmares away." Death pointed out, face slowly turning indigo. "And who better then death to chase them away? If you have a nightmare, I will be here to wake you up and make sure that you don't hurt yourself."

Now Error would have scoffed at that, if only he hasn't seen proof of that little fact. The last time he slept was with Null and Void, and no nightmares or screaming greeted him. Usually when he sleeps, it never worked out so he went without it. But he always had on the fear that he would accidentally lash out at the kids if he had a nightmare with them in bed with him.

'Sleep....A peaceful rest....Something I only thought that death would give me...' Error snorted, giving a smirk. 'It seems I wasn't wrong.' "FiNE......WE'LL tRY IT yOUR wAY. BuT iF iT DosEn'T WoRK, I'LL Go WiThOUt SLEEp lIKe uSuaL."

Within the next ten minutes, Death had taken off his cloak and scythe, laying down by Error in a black t-shit and shorts.

Within the next half hour, Error finally relaxed.

Within the next hour, Error fell asleep.

Within the next hour and five minutes, Death and Error curled around another, a tangle of limbs.

Within the next three hours, others peeked in only to smile and close the door, Null and Void having their first sleepover with the other children in a room not too far away with one adult supervising.

Within the whole night, Death was smiling even as he shook and shivered.

Within the whole night, Error slept peacefully.

Not one nightmare greeted him once he closed his eyes, not with Death himself chasing them away.

-End Chapter-

Here is some fluff! I love fluff so much, you have no idea.

Now, the thing about Soul Bonding and Soul Mates is my own headcanon. And although only mentioned a few times, I feel the need to explain my own head canon of this so no misunderstanding comes up.

I think Soul Mates is a step after Date Mates. In my head canon, Monsters do not have predestined partners, no it is all about choice. It's like the human version of marrying or asking someone to marry them. "Will you be my Soul Mate?" as you offer your SOUL to the other. Rings or anything else is up to the couple to use if they propose or in the wedding. Every couple is different after all. So when Gaz said that TK was acting like jealous Soul Mate, he meant in human terms that TK is acting like a jealous spouse.

Monsters have their own traditions, their own culture. While some may mirror human's, they are still different and may steam from something else or they just adopted it as they liked it so much. A lot of myths come from Monsters and how Human's misunderstood what was going on or twisted the facts as they were the victors.

Soul Mating happens during/after the wedding - the first time not being sexual, but after it can be as magic is all about intent - with at least one witness just in case anything goes wrong and to be proof that they actually Soul Mated and are now Soul Bonded in marriage and love. Two SOULS come out and touch, making you feel the others emotions. The SOULS start to bond, making you become them and them become you as you hear thoughts and wants. Then finally, the SOULS become one, like two pieces of a puzzle. When that happens, you see the others memories, you see the others life as it was. To understand your life partner, you must see their life and choices, their reasons.

After a few moments being one - which can feel like years to the Soul Mates - the SOULS separate, leaving a imprint on the other SOUL and the same for your SOUL. The imprint will make you low-key feel your Soul Mate's emotions, make you hyper aware of their wants and needs, to know if they are in danger and if something has happened. You can block the connection, but it feels wrong. You can break the connection, but it hurts a lot when that happens during said breaking, even after sometimes and it can dust the other if not both of you when you do that. A Monsters divorce if you will. Humans's divorce hurts the wallet, Monsters's divorce hurt the SOUL.

You can redo the Soul Mating and Soul Bonding after breaking it, but breaking it a second time means no one is going to come out okay or even alive. You can change your mind in the middle of breaking it and the other can feel reasons why you are doing it if they pay attention to it over all the pain they are feeling at that moment. For example if it was under stress or from panic or even if the other was drunk.

Soul Bonding is also different, as there are so many different bonds one can have. You don't have to be related to have a Parent-Child Bond or Sibling-Sibling Bond, but it takes time to form. Every Bond has a different purpose and EFFECT to them. It also depends on how strong the Bond is. Children can gain a bit of the parent's EFFECTS and FACTS. Like if the parent is weak to water, the child may become weak around it too. That or if the parent can say, touch Death and live, then they can to. The parent becomes aware of them, and can track the child's SOUL. Life spans can very, as if the parent is strong magical, then the child will have the same life span as they are getting the parent's magic from the Bond to grow on. But like I said, it takes time for the Bond to form and even then you have to CHECK it to make sure it is actually there.

Sibling-Sibling Bonds can come from magic/blood siblings, or claimed/adopted siblings. It makes them low-key aware of the other, creating a Family Bond. It can also give them a power boost if FIGHTING together. If the Bond is close enough, they can even use a version of the other siblings magic, but not as powerful as the original of course.

But this is all my own take on it and head canon, it is in no way canon. But these are what I am going to be using in my stories. More Monster traditions and other things may come up as well later on. But I wanted to explain this now so no confusion will come up later on.

#Healing What Has Been Broken #Error Sans #Forced Destroyer Error #Papa!Error #DestructiveDeath #Null #Void #My OCs #Harrish6 #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Cuddle Time #War #Shipping Council #Let's Ship Them HARD yet softly

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Hey guys! Next chapter of my fic is now posted on AO3!

Rating: Mature (for language at this point)

Chapter Summary: As the time for the meet draws near, Felicity finds that Oliver still can't help trying to protect her. She has to try to find a balance between allaying his fears and stepping up to claim her rightful place in the fight to come.

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“What do you mean you're going as the Arrow?” The words were out of her mouth before Felicity could stop herself and her eyes locked on the stubborn vigilante. She realized too late this was the first time she'd actually looked at him since her earlier revelation. The relief in Oliver's expression said he noticed the significance as well. He took a step toward her before he caught himself and stopped.

Felicity could see he was eating himself up with guilt. She knew he would never intentionally hurt her and that he hadn't been attacking her with his reaction to Cross' supernatural status. Rationally she'd known that at the time. But it was all just too much. Fear wasn't rational. The idea of losing her team, her family, Oliver...the idea of their rejection was more than she could bear. The days of endless stress and one problem after another piling on top of each other...it had taken it's toll and Felicity had finally broken.

Then as the anxiety slowly bled away and she got her fears under control, the embarrassment had set in. She'd basically subjected her entire team to a massive Felicity Smoak freak out. She'd stripped away what she liked to see as her tough no-nonsense outer-shell and exposed her insecure gooey center...and she'd done this in front of not only Oliver and Digg who she trusted implicitly, but Laurel Lance, Riley Finn (the almost stranger), and ROY.

So for the last forty-five minutes she'd avoided everyone's eyes and buried herself in her work and the prep for the meet. Everyone seemed to be giving her space...they weren't pushing and she appreciated that. She figured Digg had to be sending out some serious telepathic death threats at Oliver to keep him in line. Digg was one with the force.

But this? This required comment. Because, really? “Oliver, you're going to a planned meet with supernatural professionals to ask for help...and you want to go armed to the teeth and masking your identity? That's not gonna inspire trust and goodwill!”

“They need to know who they're dealing with,” Oliver said.

“They're going to laugh at you,” Felicity pointed out. “If they don't kick your ass just on principle.”

Oliver's mouth tightened and she knew he wanted to object strongly to that, but Riley beat him to the punch. “Actually they already know they're meeting the Arrow,” the soldier explained. “That's who I set up the meet for.” He motioned to Oliver. “I didn't tell them your public identity. I thought it might cost you some credibility.”

Oliver was looking more and more disgruntled, but Felicity was stuck on Riley's words. “Yea...Dare isn't a fan.” She shared a glance with the soldier and bit her lip. “Every time I bring up Oliver he gets all...” she wiggled her finger over her face, “snooty faced and starts muttering about me needing new friends.”

Riley chuckled. “I'll bet.”

Felicity scrunched up her face and reached up to pinch her nose. “I'm pretty sure he's going to ground me actually. I think 'don't hide your secret vigilante activities from your mentors' is probably in the slayer handbook.”

Riley smirked. “You know what rule number one is? Don't date vampires. And Buffy failed at that...a lot. Cut yourself some slack. You're doing fine.”

Felicity frowned confused because...Buffy DATED vampires? But then Digg's hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up at her partner. He smiled back. “You told them about us?”

“Of course,” Felicity confirmed. “you're my family. I left out our,” she motioned around her, “nighttime activities but they know who you are. They know I work for Oliver and that he's my friend and that you and I met through him and that Roy's dating Thea and he's like my annoying little brother. Oh!” She pointed to Roy. “And I want it noted when Thea gets the lowdown that I have not paid for a single drink from 'The Bronze'. I have not contributed to Cross' profits and have in fact been sucking down free red wine like a fiend!”

Roy grinned. “I'm sure she'll be relieved.”

Felicity made a face and canted her head to the side. “Not doing any good cause Cross is WAY loaded and the clubs are just a cover, but...I still support 'Verdant'!” She paused thoughtfully. “I could get that on a t-shirt and WEAR it to 'The Bronze'. Maybe then Thea will forgive me.”

The blonde genius waved her hands around in the air. “But back to the point...or well I just reminded myself anyway,” she looked back at Oliver, “Cross and Dare are totally going to know who you are when you show up with me. Going all,” she made air quotes “Arrow isn't going to do you any good.” She left out the fact that she was almost positive Cross had them made on the mission earlier. The woman heard them over comms, saw them leave the room, then created a fire as a distraction.

“That's why you're staying here,” Oliver's voice was firm and serious.

Felicity's forehead scrunched and her mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. He was already kitted out in his leathers and bow. He'd suited up while she'd still been distracted and being all avoidy earlier. Now Felicity felt the need to scold him like a naughty little boy and tell him to put back up his costume and pull on his 'big boy' pants. Dare and Cross were NOT going to be impressed. “This is dangerous, Felicity. I want you safe until we've checked out the situation.”

Felicity's mind was blown. “Do you kid?” She looked desperately beside her at John. “Is he kidding?”

Digg sighed but he didn't immediately reassure her that Oliver wasn't actually being this stupid. He frowned at her instead. “We don't know these people, Felicity.”

“I KNOW THESE PEOPLE!” she used her loud voice.

“And we know that you trust them,” Digg assured her, “but this meet isn't about you.” She scoffed loudly, but he continued. “This is about an alliance between our two teams to take on the supernatural threat. It's a tense situation...”

“I can help with that!” Felicity told him.”I am the bridge between you and them.” She had to reason with Digg because Digg was capable of being reasonable. She didn't even bother trying with Oliver. When it came to her Oliver Queen was a guard dog. Rational didn't even factor into it. THIS was why she didn't want him finding out she was a slayer.

“We don't want you caught in the middle, Felicity,” Digg told her. “If things go south...”

“ARGGHHH!!!” Felicity threw her hands in the air. “Did you miss the slayer bit?” She looked around for some support, any support...and all she saw was a laughing Riley who was, once again, enjoying the show. Laurel looked deeply confused and Roy knew better than to put himself in the line of fire. JOHN was usually her rational support. What the frack was she supposed to do now? “I'm a slayer, John! If things go south, you'll need ME there to protect you!”

“Out of the question,” Oliver growled. He glared hard at her and rounded her station to put his finger in her face. “You will not put yourself in harm's way for me.”

Felicity got right back in his face. She swatted his finger out of the way and felt something wake up and roar inside of her. “You do not get to tell me what I will and will not do, Oliver! It is MY LIFE, MY CHOICE!”

“I will NOT have you in danger!” He yelled back.

And something in Felicity snapped. She reached out and grabbed the front of his leather jacket. She pulled the material tight into her right hand and yanked, lifting Oliver's entire body up off the floor. She heard shocked gasps sound around her, but she glared up into Oliver's wide eyes. “I don't know who lied and told you that you got a vote, but I am going to that meet! I didn't ask for your permission. Deal with it.” She released her grip and let him fall back to the floor. Then she stormed off toward the bathroom. She certainly wasn't meeting her mentors still dressed in a damn evening gown.

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Felicity grumbled under her breath and shot nasty looks at John as she sat inside the back of the van and waited for the meet to start. Oh, she was there alright, but she wasn't allowed to join the proceedings until they'd verified Dare's intentions. She'd rolled her eyes so hard and so many times at this point that she'd given herself a headache.

Digg reached over and squeezed her hand where it was curled into a fist on her knee. “Just give him this, Felicity. He needs to feel like he has some kind of control.”

“He's losing his shit,” Felicity corrected him, “and he's being ridiculous.”

Digg nodded. “That too.”

Shooting John one more exasperated look, she moved over to sit in front of her laptop. She quickly pulled up the best view of the surrounding area she could access. She'd tried hacking the club to tap into their security feed, but their firewalls put A.R.G.U.S to shame for some reason...it was mildly insulting. It was like they were trying to keep her out or something. Reaching up, she tapped the comm in her ear. “Laurel?”

“I'm here,” the other woman answered, “but shouldn't you be using codenames? You said to use codenames.”

“You don't have one,” Digg pointed out.

“Well we need to work on that,” Laurel said. “You and Felicity need one too.”

“I'll be sure to bring that up at the next team meeting,” Digg drawled.

“Seriously?” Laurel sounded happy at the idea.

“We're moving in,” Oliver interrupted, “cut the chatter.”

Digg and Felicity immediately reached up and muted their comms. Felicity zoomed in on the alley beside 'The Bronze' where the meet was set. It wasn't a great view, but she could see the silhouettes of Oliver, Roy, and Riley appear. The alley looked otherwise empty as Riley lifted his cell phone to his ear and made a call. Then a door opened and out stepped Cross followed by Dare. They both paused to take in the vigilantes.

Cross cocked her head to the side and sniffed the air. Then she huffed a laugh. “Game on.”

“Frack,” Felicity said, “they're made. She can smell him. I told him the hood was a stupid idea.”

“Oliver's full of those,” Digg agreed.

“He's going to have to drop the hood, John,” Felicity said. “If he shoots it straight they'll respect him more.”

“Hey,” Digg moved over and rested his hand on the blonde's shoulder, “I know this is important to you, but you need to breathe. You can't control this anymore than our boy can. Give him time. Let Finn mediate.”

Felicity buried her head in her hands. “I hate this!”

“Finn,” her head snapped back up as the voice of her mentor sounded through the comms. The two groups had moved more closely together. They were making the introductions. “This is Dare McKinney. Dare, you've heard of Riley Finn.”

Dare and Riley shook hands. “You're reputation precedes you. It's nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Riley said sincerely. “It's an honor.”

Dare looked to Oliver and Roy. “And your hooded friends?”

“This is the Arrow,” he motioned to Oliver before Roy, “and Arsenal, one of his partners.”

“One of?” Dare questioned.

“Oh that's where it gets really funny,” Cross drawled.

Riley ran his hand over his neck. “There was some concern as to the safety of the less field-ready members of the team. They're on comms.”

“Seriously?” Cross' voice dripped sarcasm.

“You want our help, our expertise, but you're not willing to face us unmasked?” Dare growled and stepped toward Oliver. “You think we give a fuck about exposing your little exploits? You don't even show up on our radar. For us to out you, you'd have to matter,” he stopped a few feet before the vigilante, “and you DON'T yet, Arrow. So man up and face us or go back to chasing one percenters and stop wasting our time. In less than an hour I've got a slayer to train and we've got a newborn rising tomorrow night. It's time to start staking shit.”

Felicity groaned and banged her head against her fist. Digg hit his comm. “Drop the hood, man. We tried it your way.”

“Listen to your partner,” Dare suggested. “He seems brighter than you.”

“Fine,” Oliver's voice was deep and distorted. He reached for his hood.

Cross stepped up beside Dare. She bumped her shoulder against his. “Let's just remember you can't kill him, alright? Deep breaths and count to ten.”

“What?” Dare asked. And then Oliver pushed back his hood and pulled off his mask. An explosion of cursing filled the comms. When Felicity forced herself to look back at the feed she saw Cross patting Dare's back in sympathy. Her normally cool and calm male mentor started pacing back and forth in agitation and throwing his fists down at his sides. Then he spun and pointed at Oliver. “You have GOT to be fucking kidding me! She is NOT allowed to be friends with you!”

“Dare...” Cross tried to reel him in.

He spun and faced his friend, throwing his arms up in the air. “WHAT? It was bad enough when he was just some rich boy asswipe in the tabloids! Now he's playing LEGOLAS!” He stepped toward Cross. “She is NOT allowed to be friends with him! I'm going to KILL her!”

“Now let's all try to calm down,” Riley held his hands up in surrender and tried to move in between Dare and Oliver. “We're all on the same side here...”

Dare spun on the soldier. He got in his face. “Did you know he was connected to my slayer, Finn?”

“She's kinda,” Riley motioned back behind him, “in the van.”

“She's not YOUR anything!” Oliver growled and took a threatening step toward Dare.

“Yep,” Riley nodded and tried to keep the two alphas away from each other, “I just knew you two were going to get along.”

Cross shook her head. “While you two are busy taking turns measuring, I'm gonna clear out the club and close us down early.” She stepped next to Oliver and leaned up toward his ear. “Get your ass inside, Sweetie. You got some splainin' to do.”

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