#park won-soon found dead

[2amriize]

˚⟡˖ RIIZE when reader was a bet

ᡣ𐭩 masterlist genre angst, fluff pairing riize x reader

ᯓ★ SHOTARO

It seemed strange to you that Shotaro, one of the guys from the popular group in class, had asked you out for coffee after classes ended. Still, although it was a bit awkward at first, after spending several hours talking, you realized how much you two had in common. You were practically talking as if you had known each other for years, and it was surprising how comfortable you felt with him. You thought everything was going well, and you were less stressed about him asking you out. That is, until his friends entered the café. They came in, chatting and laughing, looking in your direction. As soon as Shotaro noticed, his expression changed completely; he went from smiling to dead serious, staying silent as he watched them approach. One of his friends put an arm around his shoulders, laughing a little.

"That's enough, Shotaro, no need to play with her anymore," you froze when you heard that, staring directly at Shotaro, who was now avoiding your gaze. "You've won the bet; you've outdone yourself."

That’s when you realized. It had never been a real date; it was a bet that Shotaro had made. Even though you had only known each other for a few hours, you couldn't help but feel hurt. You quickly grabbed your things, stood up, and rushed out the door. You walked to a nearby park and sat on a bench, unable to hold back the tears.

"Y/N?" you heard Shotaro's breathless voice beside you. When you looked up, there he was, staring at you, slightly out of breath. You just looked at him in silence, not knowing what to say from the embarrassment. "I can explain… It's true that it started as a bet to ask you out, but after talking to you and getting to know you, I felt terrible about what I did. I'm really sorry, Y/N, can we please forget this happened?"

ᯓ★ EUNSEOK

You had been messaging Eunseok for a few weeks. He had started by asking for notes for a class, but then he began asking you more questions. At first, you found it odd, but he was quite friendly, and you two had a lot in common.

Even though you chatted almost every day for hours, he barely spoke to you in person, just offering a quick hello, but never approaching to talk. You didn’t approach him either since he was always with his friends, and the thought of it made you too shy.

One day, while walking down the university hallway, you overheard Eunseok and his friends talking nearby. You were about to pass by them when you heard their conversation.

"Are you still talking to Y/N? You know you don't have to anymore, right?" "Yeah, Eunseok, you already won the bet anyway." "Yeah, I know. I just... want to play with her a bit longer," Eunseok said, followed by a small laugh.

What? Were you hearing right? What did he mean by a bet? So, Eunseok had been talking to you this whole time because of a bet. You didn’t even know how to react. You felt heartbroken, but at the same time, no tears came. When you got home, you decided you wouldn’t reply to him anymore. In fact, you blocked him. You weren’t going to be anyone’s bet, and you definitely weren’t going to let him keep playing with you.

You didn’t expect that the next day, while you were heading to class, Eunseok would grab your arm and pull you aside. You looked at him, a bit confused (and also surprised at how handsome he was up close, lol).

"Why did you block me?" "I just don’t want you playing with me," you said, looking him in the eye with a cold stare. Eunseok looked confused at first, then realized what you were talking about. "Y/N… It’s not… it’s not what you think…" "Oh, really? So, I’m not a bet?" "Well, I mean, yes, you were… but after getting to know you, I regretted making that bet. I really do want to get to know you better…"

ᯓ★ SUNGCHAN

You already knew it was strange that Sungchan, who had practically never acknowledged your existence in the two years you had been in the same class, asked to meet you alone at the soccer field. You weren’t surprised when one of your friends told you she had overheard him and his friends making a bet to see who could get a kiss from one of the girls first.

While your friends simply rejected the other guys, you decided to play along with Sungchan’s game. He had to get a kiss from you, right? Well, you were going to make sure that was impossible. Plus, you had a little prank planned for him.

When you arrived at the soccer field, Sungchan was already sitting on one of the benches. You approached him with a smile and sat down beside him, looking directly into his eyes (which you found extremely cute).

"Did you want to tell me something? Because I have something to say too..." you started, and he looked at you, confused. "Uh... Well, the truth is, I..." he seemed nervous. Was he really trying to win a bet while being this flustered around a girl? You found it kind of funny and honestly a little cute, the way he kept fiddling with his fingers. "Sungchan, I like you," you said suddenly, waiting to see his reaction. You had imagined Sungchan would grab you and try to kiss you, but you were ready to push him away and make him lose the bet. But that didn’t happen. Sungchan looked straight at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised.

"You... like me?"

You didn’t understand why he wasn’t trying to kiss you, especially since you had made it so easy for him. He just stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at you, and his cheeks might have even turned a little red. Then, to your surprise, he stood up from the bench.

"I’m sorry for wasting your time, Y/N. The truth is, I did make a bet to kiss you, but I can’t do it now, knowing how you feel about me... It wouldn’t be right."

You were frozen, but at the same time, your heart started beating a little faster. You had always thought Sungchan was just another typical jerk in your class who didn’t care about other people’s feelings. But this changed your perspective completely. You decided that a kiss wouldn’t hurt, and he could win his bet.

You stood up from the bench, grabbed his face, and brought your lips to his in a quick kiss. To your surprise, when you pulled away, he wasn’t shocked at all; he just had a small, satisfied smile on his face. "I got you."

ᯓ★ WONBIN

"Huh? Are you talking to me?" you asked, confused, looking at the guy for a few seconds before looking away.

Wonbin, the guy you had had a crush on for years, had just asked if he could sit next to you at the cafeteria table. You looked around, thinking maybe it was because all the other tables were full. But to your surprise, half the tables were empty, so it seemed strange.

Before you could answer, Wonbin sat down in front of you, starting to eat. You just kept eating your food, staring at your phone, though you couldn’t help but glance at him occasionally.

"You're Y/N, right?" his voice startled you, and you nodded. "I'm Wonbin, nice to meet you." "I already... know who you are. I think everyone does," you muttered, letting out a small laugh.

Though you were nervous at first, before you knew it, you were both talking about a music group you both liked. Wonbin had noticed your phone wallpaper of the group and couldn’t help but ask about it. You kept talking for a while until you realized you had to go to class, so you got up and said goodbye. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. Even if you tried, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; you had just talked to Wonbin!

After class, you pulled out your phone, wondering if you should follow him on Instagram and message him. While walking through the halls, searching for him, you overheard a group of boys talking.

"Did you hear? Wonbin won the bet. I don’t know how he always gets girls to fall for him..." "And did you see the way she looked at him? I bet she’s already in love with him."

You stopped in your tracks. You were sure they were talking about you. You couldn’t help but feel your eyes welling up with tears. How could you have thought that Wonbin had really approached you out of interest?

"Y/N...?" When you looked up, there he was, staring at you, looking confused. You just tried to keep walking, ignoring him, but Wonbin grabbed your wrist. "I know you don’t want to talk to me, Wonbin. You don’t have to." "What are you talking about...? Oh..." he paused for a few seconds, looking at you as he let go of your wrist. "I’m really sorry, Y/N, I regret ever agreeing to that bet."

ᯓ★ SEUNGHAN

You had been talking and meeting up with Seunghan for several weeks. You had never been involved with a guy before, and to be honest, you were surprised when Seunghan approached you to ask for your phone number. Although it seemed strange at first, your friends encouraged you to keep talking to him, since besides being quite handsome, he seemed very nice.

In addition to chatting through messages, you had gone out several times to eat together since both of you loved trying new restaurants. Everything seemed pretty normal, but there was something that had felt odd from the beginning—the way his friends always stared at you, sometimes even laughing. Still, you never asked Seunghan about it because you didn't think it was important, though it turned out it was.

One day, one of your friends told you that she overheard one of Seunghan's friends talking about you, and what she said simply broke your heart. Your friend had overheard his friends laughing about how in love you seemed with Seunghan and how heartbroken you would be when you found out you were just part of a bet they had made. You couldn't understand it at first and didn’t want to believe it, but after thinking it over, it started to make sense.

After ignoring Seunghan all day and spending the night crying, you decided to meet up with him to demand an explanation. When he saw your swollen eyes, Seunghan knew something was wrong, and when you told him what you had learned, he just lowered his head, staying silent while nervously playing with his fingers.

"So? Don’t you have anything to say, Seunghan?"

"I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, y/n," he started speaking, his voice trembling. "It's true that it started as a bet, but I didn't expect to end up feeling this way... I regret it so much, y/n. I’d understand if you never wanted to speak to me again."

ᯓ★ SOHEE

You had known from the start that Sohee hadn’t approached you out of his own free will; it had seemed strange to you. Still, you couldn’t help but feel bad when, after days of talking, you found out that, indeed, you had been part of a bet he made with one of his friends.

You couldn't believe that even though something had felt off, you trusted him enough to share some of your private thoughts and secrets. Part of it was your fault for trusting him so quickly, but you had felt an odd connection with him from the beginning. But none of that mattered anymore since you had just been part of a bet.

You spent the entire night crying after finding out, unsure whether to confront Sohee and ask why he did it or just forget everything and ignore him for the rest of the semester. In the end, you decided to ignore him because it would hurt too much to speak to him, knowing you would probably break down in tears again.

You didn't expect that by the end of the day, noticing you had been ignoring him, Sohee would come up to you to talk. You had never seen him so serious—he usually had that adorable smile on his face, so seeing him like this was strange.

"Y/n, I feel like you’ve been ignoring me all day… Did I do something wrong?" Hearing him, you just lowered your head, unable to speak, though finally, you managed to whisper with a trembling voice.

"I'm… I'm just a bet, aren't I?" Sohee froze when he heard you. He couldn’t have felt more ashamed at that moment.

"I... I’m really sorry. I’m so embarrassed that you found out. The truth is, yes, it started as a bet to talk to you, but… to be honest, I think I’ve developed feelings for you, and I deeply regret what I did, y/n…"

ᯓ★ ANTON

It wasn’t Anton’s intention to hurt you; he had only accepted the bet because he wanted to fit in with the group. When they told him he had to talk to you and ask you out on a date, he initially refused because it seemed wrong. But after being pressured, he had no choice but to agree.

It seemed a bit odd to you that Anton approached you, but to be honest, he had always caught your attention. He was quite tall, and you had always found him handsome (especially after seeing him up close), and you had the impression that he was very shy. Although he seemed quiet at first, you tried to make conversation, which led to you talking for hours.

Contrary to your initial impression, Anton wasn’t quiet at all once you got to know him. After opening up a bit, you realized he was quite talkative and funny, which intrigued you even more. He was basically your ideal type. You hadn’t expected him to ask you out the next day, but you accepted immediately without thinking twice.

You agreed to meet at a park near your university. You arrived early and sat on a bench to wait. You didn’t expect that when Anton arrived, his group of friends would be with him. Anton was looking at the ground, which struck you as strange.

"She actually came," one of the guys said, laughing. "Well done, Anton. You’ve won the bet; now you can hang out with us."

You couldn't believe it. Was everything just a bet between them? You could only stare at Anton, who avoided your gaze and kept his eyes on the ground. Finally, you looked down as well, clenching your fists, but after a few seconds, you felt someone grab your wrist and pull you away. It was Anton, leading you far from the group of boys.

"Let’s go. I don’t need to be with them. I’m really sorry if I made you feel bad, y/n… That was never my intention."

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[morganitering]

Because I'm the Weakest II: The Women Who Never Won

Pairings/character dynamics: Satosugu, Shoko and reader, Nanami and reader, implied shoko x utahime

Contains and warnings: DARK FIC/DEAD DOVE fem!reader, Suicidal ideation, rape aftermath, referenced rape (not written out in this chap), depression, alcohol abuse, misogyny & sexism, internalized sexism, sexual harassment on minors done by minors, victim blaming (thoughts), self harm, angst, hurt & comfort, I call noncon with the official word for it

Word count: ~9,6k

Summary: There's certain desperation when you try to keep your head above water. You were drowning and all you wanted to do was to forget, the weight on your shoulders unbearable. Despite the cards you were dealt with you found yourself among allies as the web of untold memories started to unfold.

A/N: Hey! Yall waited long for this, sorry about that. I have no idea how to tag this but I'll just do it somehow, bc this is a tricky chapter. Here yall get to dive deeper in the stuff that has gone down before the events that took place in 1st chap and get a hug from Shoko. This is hopefully the last installment of this. Read the tags carefully as always and make informed decisions based on that and take care of yourself. Shit can get heavy, but I'm trying to do this in good taste.

Read on ao3 part I

Shoko Ieiri had worked a long time with people who suffered. She had seen it all, limbs cut off, even the toughest of sorcerers reduced to crying messes as they practically had their innards falling to the floor. There’s something utterly horrifying watching a patient, no – a friend scream in pain when even her skills were not enough. Funerals came and went, the white sheet thrown over the deceased on the operation table in the same routine way she’d change her linens. Nothing really shocked her. 

That’s what she liked to think. 

Your visits have been more frequent. It started with bruises and sprained ankles. Then it was broken bones that soon turned to puncture wounds, your clothes sticky with deep red and dirt. When she asked about it, you laughed it off saying it’s nothing, just a silly little mishap, “I was too reckless in the heat of the moment.”  But your eyes were empty, your words hollow like a dead tree. Of course Shoko did her job, without asking too much. You’re an adult and you’ll speak about it if you want to, right? Her job was to keep you alive. Your job was to exorcise curses. 

Shoko and you had been close too, hanging out with the two men, but at some point in high school she had withdrawn from the group. Gojo and Geto had tried to keep in touch with her in adulthood, inviting her as well to spend time together as the four of them, but she had always declined, smoothly changing their relationship to acquaintances at best. She heard enough of the despicable men from you. The only times she was in direct contact with Gojo and Geto was work related and god how she hoped that it would stay that way. She’ll play that pretend game almost happily. 

Shoko closed the office door the day turning to evening, sundown coloring the city in hues of orange and yellow. She held onto her little black purse, thankfully it was friday. A man stood on the long corridor, standing upright as if he did not belong here. He looked indifferent, almost bored.

“Nanami.” 

“Ieiri.” 

They greeted each other with a curt nod. 

“So what brings you here? You seem healthy enough,” Shoko asked as they walked to the open parking lot, only a few cars in sight. The warm summer sun caressed her cheeks, wind making her long hair flow in waves.

“I think she’s going through something,” Nanami stated as a matter of fact talking about you. He and you had gone on missions together, but something about you wasn’t right. He had seen the way you clutch your weapon, throw yourself at the enemy recklessly almost as if you had a death wish. It’s like you waited for your end. 

“No shit.” Shoko chuckled amused. It was as clear as a day if you just had eyes on yourself. “Why do you care?” 

“I’ve seen enough people spiral to know where it leads. You’re a healer, can’t you help?” His voice was thoughtful, not betraying a hint of emotions. 

“I can’t help a person who doesn’t want it,” Shoko said. “But I’ll try to figure something out.” 

“And that is enough. Thank you.” 

***

You hated meetings and rarely took part in them if you could avoid them. You had not met Gojo or Geto after the unfortunate night. If there were some work related things where there was a possibility to meet either of the men, you requested to be part of them remotely or that someone would just forward the key points. But after doing this for a few months Yaga had sent you a passive-aggressive email writing that it is absolutely mandatory for you to show yourself at least once in a while. You didn’t bother to answer him with anything other than a polite see you there.

Honestly you were tired. Your whole body ached in overexertion. Sleep escaped from you, ran a marathon around the block never stopping at your house, and every time you seemed to catch a break, hazy images you rather forbid being real filled your vision. Your eyebags told a story of exhaustion, your body shrinking in every possible way away. You went to see a doctor, not Shoko, just some normal practitioner from the private sector that you ended up paying yourself sick for. 

The doctor gave you pills to help you with sleep. He asked you if you were stressed or going through some sorts of crisis. You answered with a diligent no and explained that you’ve always had issues with sleep, but you were otherwise okay. He looked at you, raising his eyebrow in suspicion, the glasses on his head hung on his nose by a thread. He decided to believe you as he wrote the prescription, but insisted you took home pamphlets about depression and crisis hotlines. 

You tried the pills. You did fall asleep, but only after a panic attack wrecked through your body as the effect of the medication forced you into a deep slumber. The pills made you feel your pulse in your whole body. “It’s a quite strong product, previously used to treat psychosis, but nowadays it’s for patients with severe insomnia. Take it one hour before sleep. The effect might be really sudden.”  

When you woke up you decided to throw them away. It’s better to not to sleep if it meant that you’d go free from the horrors of the night you had experienced. 

The huge meeting table sprawled out horizontally and was able to sit around fifteen people in it. It had several small electric outlets for computers and tablets. Light poured in from the big windows, the blinds only halfway done. You stared at the weird scribbling on the white board that Principal Yaga was wiping furiously, muttering things about how students shouldn’t be let in this room under any circumstance since they can’t differentiate which markers are okay to use on it. 

You exchanged pleasantries with him. The room was devoid of people since you were too early. You swung your leather bag on the back of the upholstered office chair and sat yourself down.

Shoko walked in and her face lit up a little bit when she saw you sitting there. It was subtle, you thought that you were maybe the only one who could differentiate that expression from her. She sat next to you, a faint hint of neroli wrapping you to its calming aroma. 

Next came Meimei and then Utahime who came running to you two giving a happy hug to Shoko. They were so cute together, you thought to yourself as you fidgeted with your slightly too big shoes, constantly removing them and pushing them back to your feet. People don’t usually like small talk, but nonetheless the group chatted with each other. They had to, because it’s polite and you were coworkers. You thought that small talk was easy. The script of it was burnt to your brains for the rest of your life. You get to keep people at an arm's length and keep up appearances, so what’s there not to like? 

A familiar blonde man stood in the doorway. You checked your phone for the time. Only five minutes before the official start. Yuki also appeared after Nanami.  

“Hello,” he said and nodded at you as he sat himself next to you. Your whole body stiffened around him. It was hard to look him in the eyes and even harder to work missions with.

It was ten minutes past the official time when the meeting was supposed to start. 

“Sorry we are late.” Two men marched in the room with confident strides and took their place in front of you facing you, that was sitting in between Nanami and Shoko, Utahime next to the doctor. Suguru sat down next to Yuki leaving a space for Satoru who had Meimei next to him. 

Hearing Suguru’s voice made your skin crawl. 

“It’s fine,” Yaga said and looked over his shoulder to look at the white screen he had pulled down earlier with only a blue screen reflecting on the fabric. “I can’t seem to get this work anyway,” he mumbled. 

“Do you need help?” Suguru walked over to the man struggling over his laptop. “Have you checked the HDMI-cable?” 

“Of course I have, I just don’t understand why it won't work. We have Ijichi remote today,” he muttered partially to himself.  

“Let me.” 

You sat fidgeting on your chair focusing on everything else than the two men and their presence that suffocated you. If you were a candle they’d be snuffing you out but not properly, no, that would be too kind. They’d always let enough air in so that you’d never be completely put out. 

“Hello to you girls.. and Nanami,” Satoru flashed a playful grin at the four of you. Your head jerked involuntarily to look at the man. Thank god he has a habit of covering his eyes, but somehow that made him even worse. 

“Hello. How are you?” Nanami nodded politely. 

“I’m well. Hopefully the work isn’t stressing you out too much.” Satoru’s smile widened. 

“Speaking of work, I’ve heard that you and her have started doing missions together,” Satoru nudged his head towards you as he spoke directly to Nanami. “I actually green lighted the idea of sorcerers working more together. It’s good to practice teamwork and I put in good words for the two of you, since you compliment each other with the techniques you have. ” Satoru moved his head to look your way as he drew out his words in a way that you’d be sure to catch the dual meaning.

The wall flashed a few times showing the computer screen and it’s default wallpaper for only a moment and after that went back to blue. 

“An idea that I actually can get behind,” Nanami said agreeably. 

Your eye twitched. 

“Really? That was your doing?” You barely hid the anger of your voice. One more push and you’d pour your life savings on an amoral hitman, not that you’d believe that anyone could finish him off. It was a thought just for you so you could at least think about being mean in your own petty way. 

“Not a fan of working in groups of two? How about in groups of three?” 

“You fucking piece of-” 

“Okay I think it’s working now,” Yaga put his hands together straightening himself properly. Suguru walked over to Satoru, slightly shaking his head before he sat down. You heard Utahime’s quiet “okayy..” whispered in the awkward silence. 

“Unfortunately principal Gakuganji wasn’t able to make it today, he’s sick or something.”

You heard Gojo scoff audibly. 

“Try to respect him.” Yaga shot a glare in the young teacher’s way. 

“Ijichi and Nitta have gathered data about the hotspots of cursed activity,” he continued and opened up the window to teams only to be greeted by a tired looking black haired man in a suit. The background behind him was red, it looked like some type of wallpaper and small paintings covered the walls. You reckoned it was a hotel room. Or a motel, you really could not tell. 

“Ijichi, do you hear me? Would you like to take over?” Yaga’s voice boomed louder as if he wasn’t already near his computer. 

The grainy picture of the tired man smiling uncomfortably stayed still a little too long to be taken as a real time reaction to Yaga’s question. 

“I hear you. Sorry, the connection here is a bit bad.” Ijichi’s voice echoed in the office room. The picture of a slideshow appeared on the wall, making Ijichi’s face smaller. 

The map of Tokyo loomed on the wall as everyone stared at it intensely, more or less dozing off. Some parts of it had big red circles on them and Ijichi explained the way these places were having exceptionally heavy activity. He reckoned that partially the rise in activity tied to the sorcerers working more missions together leaving less people available. Ijichi also showed statistics comparing the effectiveness of sorcerers based in Tokyo and Kyoto. 

You were about to lose your mind, your body still pumping adrenaline after the conversation with Gojo. Everyone else seemed to be bored, oblivious to your struggle. Satoru had yawned at least three times in the last ten minutes, Shoko and Utahime were both interested in their nails. Even Suguru looked tired and he was pretty good at hiding his thoughts. The only ones who did not look outwardly dead inside were Yaga and Nanami. 

“Thank you Ijichi for your hard work,” Yaga said and Ijichi nodded smiling. The pop up of the slideshow vanished from the screen leaving Ijichi’s face in a huge resolution looming onto the wall. 

“We are going to take in account the effects of pairing up sorcerers. I’m not entirely in charge of how long this trial will take,” Yaga said. “Ieiri has this trial affected the health care aspect in any way?” 

Shoko cleared her throat tapping open the ipad in front of her, her nails making a satisfying click click sound. 

“The injuries have lessened,” she started. That’s good, you thought. “But the severity has increased,” she said with a serious face.

“Why is that?” Principal scrunched his eyebrows together. 

“In my professional opinion it is due to people being more brazen when having a partner. This can be seen especially in lower grade sorcerers, who are prone to believing that they are invincible when someone backs them up.” Everyone had turned to look at the doctor who played with her hair idly as she spoke. 

“And the second grade and up?”

“It happens less. But there are some, even first grade sorcerers, who are accident prone,” Shoko said and quickly looked at you, not long enough for others to pick up on that she was speaking about you.

Gojo’s phone rang in the middle of the conference. He left the room with an apology and never came back. Relief and anger ignited in you playing tug of war in your heart as your eyes followed him bitterly.

“I think this is all. I’ll send everyone the upcoming jobs, but if no one has anything to say, I think we can conclude this meeting here,” Yaga said, the choir of thank yous and goodbyes filling the room. 

You stretched yourself, happy to be on your feet again. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Nanami tried to get your attention. 

You stood in the room that was quickly emptying out of people. Shoko awkwardly hung around in a small distance from you and Nanami, trying to pretend that she wasn’t listening to your conversation. 

“I don’t entirely understand the conversation between you and Gojo, but if I have somehow disrespected you I offer my deepest apologies.” Nanami’s voice was soft. Your heart ached as you realized how bad your words must have appeared to him. 

“I’m so sorry. It’s not about you. You’ve done nothing..” You trailed off as you saw the tall curse eating man walk outside with a sly smile on his lips.

“That’s a relief but if I may be so blunt, I have a hunch that there is something bothering you,” Nanami said. 

You looked at him and chewed your lower lip nervously. This was all their fault. If they had not done what they did, you would not be in this position. The least they could have done is to keep the names of people you know out of their mouths. 

“I’m sorry to leave you hanging like this, but can we finish this conversation later?” You  hurried past him, only hearing Nanami mumble the word ‘sure’ like a kicked puppy and you said goodbye to Shoko agreeing on staying in touch with her.

The corridor was almost empty as you walked through the school building frantically searching for that bastard of a man. Your footsteps echoed on the wood as you arrived at a not so well known exit of the building. Geto stood in front of the dual doors, half heartedly pushing it open as he furiously wrote something on his phone. 

You yelled out his name, but he did not bother to react to you. You closed in on the man that was still standing back towards you. Anger surged in you as adrenaline made you braver than what you normally would be. You were supposed to just grab the ends of his hair that were sprawled across his back, but in the heat of the moment your impulse control had another lapse as you kept on raising your hand. A fist closed around the bun that had been carefully crafted on his scalp and you dug your fingers around the hair tie and then yanked, hard. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” He turned around stepping out of the doorway letting it close properly with a thump and he closed the distance between you for good. His eyes shot daggers at you. 

“You did not pay attention to me.” You shook your hand out of the spare strands that were stuck on your palm and offered the small hair tie back to him. 

“Well you got it now,” he hissed. “You can keep that as a souvenir. I don’t want anything that a filthy bitch like you has touched,” he said, the calm composure nowhere in sight. 

A filthy bitch? Really? Then maybe you should break up with Satoru if this is your deal breaker.. That’s what you wanted to say, but you held back your tongue. 

Geto took a deep breath, calming himself down, slipping on the mask that you were more used to seeing. He put his phone back in his pocket.

“What do you want?” 

“You told me,” you started, tears threatening to flow over. “You told me that I can just leave and do whatever I want. Why do you keep tormenting me? Why do you let Gojo do what he does?” Your voice broke as you started crying openly. You hated it, it made you weak. No. You were weak. 

“Firstly, I’m not his guardian. He can do what he wants.” He sounded like a smartass. 

“Second of all, never. And I repeat. Never, lay a hand on me ever again, especially on my hair.” You rolled your eyes. 

Of course it was the hair that ticked him off completely. It was his crown, the only thing he had ever been able to take care of besides Satoru. Suguru loved to flaunt himself as the calm one, the kind one, but the exterior had always had some cracks in it. No amount of paint was able to hide the rotten wall behind it. 

“I can forgive your outburst at Satoru’s, but now that you’re in your right mind, you won’t get second chances.” 

“I don’t want ‘second chances’. I want you to leave me the fuck alone so I can do my job,” you yelled at him. 

“Lower your voice. Or do you want to air out all the dirty laundry for everyone?” Geto hushed you. 

“It’s not my ‘laundry’, it’s fucking yours!” You roared and tears fell down your cheeks blurring your vision. Your face felt hot as it got wrapped in the wrath of your words. 

Geto did not answer you, instead he chose to stare you down, not moving at all as if he was a statue. He looked like a child throwing a tantrum when things did not go his way, his face contorting to a sneer that could challenge any rich spoiled brat. You panted and wiped your face with the rough backside of your palm. 

“Move.”

“Ladies first,” he snickered childishly and kicked open the heavy door with his foot as he stepped slightly to the side. God this man hangs out too much with Gojo. 

As you left the school grounds barely holding your breakdown away, there was one figure in the corridors hugging the wall near the exit, clutching onto her purse. 

***

SHOKO’S MEMORIES, 2006

“Truth or dare?” Satoru asked, popping the pink bubblegum in the air, sucking the sticky material back in his mouth to chew on loudly. 

“Truth,” Shoko said, placing another cigarette in her mouth. She smoked especially heavily when she was drinking. 

Satoru had managed to bring a whole six pack of beer to the picnic whereas Suguru had found a travel size vodka bottle from his parents. Shoko had brought a package of different berries and salty crackers with her. 

“If you could have any technique in the world, which one would you have?” Satoru asked. He looked at the clear blue sky and the way the summer breeze pushed on the white clouds. 

Shoko played with the corner of the blanket as she thought deeply about his question. She stared at the shoes she had placed on the grass and the manicure on her toes that Utahime had insisted on putting on her. 

“I think I’d keep this one,” she smiled wistfully. 

“Really? You wouldn’t want my powers?” Satoru looked at her tilting his head to the side. He spat out the chewing gum and placed it on the plastic lid that belonged to the packaging of berries. He did not like it when things ran out of flavor, always searching for something more. 

“No. I don’t envy you at all. I just want a happy life and that’s all” Shoko answered his gaze, with a gentle smile. “Besides, I like the way I am and I suppose I can help people like this,” she added. 

Satoru hummed. He was clearly dissatisfied with the answer. 

He did not exactly know why. 

“Satoru, that's sad. You should ask something fun,” Suguru pointed out and took a sip from the beer can. 

The three of them sat on a grassy hill that had a pretty decent view of the city and the park below it. Shoko leaned against the huge tree behind her back. The cicadas were performing their own concert with the hum of motorways working as their orchestra.  

“You figure out better questions then,” Satoru pouted, but wasn’t actually hurt. 

“Isn’t it my turn to ask though?” 

Shoko looked in the distance watching closely how a woman jogged with her shiba inu, her ponytail swishing in the same rhythm as the chord of her headphones. Both men nodded slightly out of sync. 

“Satoru truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” 

“Who’s the hottest person you know?” Her eyes twinkled teasingly. 

“Waka Inoue of course. She’s sexy as hell!” Satoru slapped his hand on his heart as if he was saluting. 

“Really? You still have a crush on her?” Suguru questioned. It was his turn to pout. “Am I not enough?” 

“Baby you’re plenty, but you can’t replace a huge rack,” Satoru’s voice was steady as if he was talking about the most important thing in the whole world. 

“I can’t argue with that.” Suguru sighed defeatedly, his shoulders slumping down dramatically. 

“Ugh. I shouldn’t have asked that. Both of you are so weird and gross about women,” Shoko grimaced regretting her decisions and lifted the cigarette to her mouth as if to cover the bad taste of Satoru’s words. 

The man in sunglasses ignored the criticizing words. “Suguru. Truth or dare?” 

“Dare.” 

“I dare you to share this,” Satoru lifted up a huge strawberry. “Like in Lady and the Tramp with Shoko,” he referred to the scene where the two dogs shared a spaghetti meal, eventually kissing. 

“That’s too small!” Shoko protested immediately, shaking her head. The idea of doing that with Suguru made her feel iffy. 

“I’m game if she is,” Suguru said and offered his palm to Satoru who plopped the berry in his hands. 

Shoko had a nervous giggle come out of her. 

“C’mon, it’s just a game. You can always let go after like one bite. This is truth or dare afterall,” Satoru coaxed. 

“Fine. But I won’t kiss you, not even a peck.” Shoko established her own rule and rolled her eyes. She put out the cigarette on the grass and left the butt there. 

“We’ll see about that,” Suguru laughed and picked at the stem that got thrown over next to the chewed up gum. 

He awkwardly came closer to the young female student and placed the bigger end between his lips. He looked silly, the red end peeking out of his mouth. Suguru attempted at mouthing the words ‘come closer’, but neither Satoru or Shoko understood his words but the context clue carried the point to Shoko. 

She got on her knees sitting on top of her legs and straightened herself out. Suguru was way taller than her, even when he sat. Her face approached Suguru’s who had a pink tint on his cheeks from the alcohol he had drank.  

She opened her mouth and barely bit down on the smaller end, her tongue touching the bumpy texture of the strawberry. 

“Ready. Set. Go!” Satoru exclaimed, motioning finger guns happily. His gaze was completely glued on his two friends. 

Suguru closed his eyes and he started to carefully nibble, closing dangerously on Shoko’s lips. She bit quickly, not really tasting anything and began to pull away in hopes of Suguru calling it quits too. 

Unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough. The last bits of strawberry fell down on Shoko’s lap when Suguru pressed his lips against hers, a faint red trail dripping on her chin. She didn’t move and her eyes widened in shock. Shoko didn’t know what to do so she just held her hands on her lap. 

Suguru pet gently behind the girl’s head kissing her motionless lips. His hand trailed down to her neck and all the way to her shoulder. Shoko felt the sweet taste in her mouth mixing with the alcohol, stranger’s saliva and nicotine as Suguru dragged his hand to the mound of her breast. The warmth emanating from his palm was enough to bring her back to reality and Shoko pushed the bigger guy off of her. 

“Why did you do that?” she snapped and crossed her arms. 

“Oh don’t get angry now. Have a drink and chill out.” Satoru sighed. He shuffled awkwardly and placed the almost empty tote bag on his lap and grabbed a new beer can from there. Shoko narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but did not want to make room for any weird thoughts that would imply even weirder things. “It’s just a joke.” 

“This is not the first time you take jokes too far.”

Shoko looked away from the two boys, disappointment turning into an ache in her heart and wiped her chin clean from the strawberry. She slipped on the ballerinas laying on the ground. 

“Seriously? You’re leaving because of this?” Suguru tilted his head, his voice defensive.

Shoko threw her cigarettes and lighter in her own purse checking the blanket for other stuff she had. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m not having fun anymore.” Her voice was cold as she was attempting to hide the nervous tremble in her body and almost jumped up throwing the bag on her shoulder. She turned around, once again crossing her hands against her chest as if to protect herself and started walking.

“Hey! Don’t you want your blanket with you?” Satoru yelled after her. The two guys sat on the quilt completely bamboozled. 

“Keep it! I don’t need it!” 

She didn’t eat strawberries for the rest of the summer. 

***

“Hey you really should sing this one!” Shoko laughed as she scrolled through the song list.

“Whaat? No that’s not even funny,” you laughed and slapped her arm gently. 

“Is it really not? Or are you just a bore?” Shoko taunted getting ready to put the song on.

“Can we sing something from this?” You pointed at the category called 2000’s hits. 

“I’ll pick something at random and you’re just going to deal with it,” Shoko laughed clearly tipsy too after the multiple drinks you both had drank. 

The disco ball was spinning around the small room painting the walls in hues of blue, red and green. Nanami sat on the couch nursing his whiskey as he stared off into space. The upbeat music filled the room, bass shaking the ground underneath your feet.

It was the first time going out after the events at Gojo’s house. Shoko had basically begged you to come with her to get shit faced complaining that she really needed someone to rant with. You told her that Utahime was right there and would probably love to listen to her, but she claimed that the woman from Kyoto had other plans for the weekend.

After arriving at the karaoke bar you had been taken back after seeing the stoic blonde man at the venue. You weighed the option of immediately leaving in your head, but your conscience did not allow you to do so, after leaving him so rudely hanging in the meeting. When the three of you had gotten your own private room you decided to immediately order shots and drinks with the only goal of getting absolutely black out drunk tonight despite having Nanami there. 

It was honestly rare to see him after work as he had preferred to keep his distance. He was wearing the same clothing he always wore, dress shirt ironed, necktie perfectly hanging against his chest as if he was on the clock. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he were to whip out a cursed tool onto the bar table. 

You clutched onto the microphone singing unevenly as you danced to the beat, half of the syllables disappearing to you being out of breath. Shoko cackled, almost folding over as she kept slapping her thigh eyes watering. She had drunk a few drinks less than you and she had been exceptionally happy even before drinking. Truthfully Shoko was quite a heavy drinker and she definitely should not have been as wasted as what she appeared to be. 

Nanami stared at the both of you, raising the whiskey glass to his lips after checking his wrist watch. 

“Come here! Sing with us!” You yelled to the mic only getting a slightly alarmed expression out of him as he shook his head.

“I think I’m okay with watching you two perform,” he said. 

You pouted but kept on singing, your concentration skills nonexistent. You did not notice the way Shoko glared at him, nudging her head towards you as she pointed the microphone in her hand towards him. 

Nanami cleared his throat under the threatening gaze and clumsily got up. 

“Oh my god! Nanamiii!” You screamed the noise so high pitched that even the speakers were unable to handle it and you could see how Nanami cringed at the sound. 

Shoko squinted her eyes and mouthed the word sing to Nanami. Shoko was not going to deal with you alone. 

The combination of the pop song and Nanami’s voice made you giggle as you hurrayed him happily. He was not a bad singer by any means, but his voice did not fit the song choice. You wondered to yourself, why had you not gotten shitfaced earlier when you had all the good reasons to. 

Shoko decided to take a small break sitting on the spot where Nanami had been earlier and inspected the brown liquid swishing in the glass. She stole a sip from it when Nanami wasn’t watching, not really caring about the fact that it wasn’t her drink.

You grabbed your drink from the table and drank from it and you kept on singing happily, almost jumping around. Nanami looked at you with a terrified expression when you moved side to side with the drink spilling on your hand, but you did not notice the wetness of it. 

“Hey, put that down before you drop the glass,” Nanami said and gently tried to take the glass from you.

“No, I want to keep this,” a pout formed on your face but you still did what he told and turned around swiftly to place the drink on the counter. Your vision was blurry, the lights slightly too bright and you lost your balance tipping over the glass that was already safely on the table. You felt yourself starting to fall but a strong arm snaked around your waist to stabilize you. 

The world felt like it was stopping when the arm around you changed into a tight rope that pressed around your ribcage. The karaoke room changed inch by inch to a vast room with a wall made of windows with a night view of the streets of Tokyo. The shattered drink turned into a broken light bulb on the floor. You felt a hot breath on your skin, but your body had gotten cold. It was as if you had been dunked into ice water, all the earlier excitement completely vanished. The disco ball spun around casting blue lights on the white haired man’s face that ogled you like a piece of meat. The imagery was so vivid and real in your mind that you reacted on instinct, elbowing the man behind you. 

The rope vanished around you as the windows melted to the concrete floor, the shadows of city lights turned back to the tacky illumination of the disco ball. You felt the remnants of cursed energy fizzing out like a soda can as your eyes landed on Nanami, who was slightly hunched over holding onto his side the pain making him grimace. You had no idea how much force you had actually used, but probably quite a lot judging by the way Nanami was reacting. 

Shoko stood there completely still, eyes filled to the brim with worry and confusion. Her lips were ajar and she gulped down wanting to say something, but she did not know what. 

“My apologies. I didn't mean to touch you inappropriately,” Nanami managed to say. The music track played in the background, but it felt empty without a drunken voice guiding it. He was lucky to have good reflexes, instinctually protecting himself from the blow, otherwise Shoko would have had a patient off the clock. 

“Uh,” Your mouth gaped at him hopelessly. He had done nothing wrong. 

“I’ll go for a cigarette,” you blurted out and left the room hurriedly. The long hallway stretched in front of your eyes as you looked at the numbers on karaoke booths, only muted colors flashing through the slightly translucent doors. You leaned on the wall as you dragged your feet forward arriving at the front desk that thanked you for your time, but you did not pay attention to them and turned to your left to stare at the steep stairway.

The steps were made out of wood with a black paint that had started to chip away and the walls were pure red, too bright and intense for your eyes. You focused on the door in front of you and barely saw the red walls around it as they got covered by a dark cloud, your way of seeing more animalistic than human.The only thing in your mind was the need to get some fresh air as emotions threw you around like a shipwreck at the sea. 

You pushed the door open and walked over to a bicycle stand choosing an empty spot where you plopped yourself on. You rocked yourself back and forth as you cried and gripped onto your skin painfully hoping that at least the physical sensation would put an end to your suffering. You started to be more aware of the familiar banging against your skull. 

The door of the karaoke bar opened as Shoko walked outside, her face now serious, resembling more the woman she was at work than the friend giggling at drunk people's jokes. 

“Hey. You forgot this inside.” She handed you your bag.

You wanted to answer something but you could not as the words got stuck to your throat. Your world flashed back and forth between sensations that you weren’t supposed to feel in this moment. The guilt and sadness ate you alive, nipping away from your vitals the more you tried to push them down. 

Shoko placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it up and offered it to you. You took it gladly off her hands inhaling the sweet smoke, but you almost ended up suffocating on it as your nose was too stuffed to handle it. Even the menthol taste was unable to help you with this issue. Shoko opened the green box once more to get herself a smoke as well. 

She took a drag out of it and watched your shuddering figure. 

“I saw you in the hallway with Geto. Something happened at Gojo’s right?”

You lifted your head up mascara running on your cheeks. Had you not been in such a bad state her words would have shocked you. 

“I can’t help you if you don’t want my help.” Shoko crouched down to your level. You stared at her face as she left out a puff of smoke that trailed around her face, the dark eye bags now more visible than ever. 

You choked on your tears once more, now openly wailing on the pavement your fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm. You dragged your nails across yourself leaving pink trails behind it, the soft tingle covering the areas you had just clawed at. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you cried, your words hard to decipher as your breath hitched. “I can’t keep on doing this. It’s all my fault. I’m so stupid,” you screamed snot falling onto your shirt. 

“So fucking stupid!” You impulsively pressed the cigarette butt against your thigh melting the cloth away the stinging pain shocking you as your skin shed its layers against the fire. 

You had no shame in your breakdown, frankly you did not even recognize the others that looked in your way speaking with hushed voices around you, as they tightened the grip on their partners hands. “That girl really needs to lay off the drinks,” someone had said loudly. Shoko had wanted to immediately pounce, but she held herself together. She knew that you needed her more. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, when you want to hurt someone else,” her voice was just a whisper. “Can I touch you?” She asked not wanting to trigger you further. You nodded. 

Shoko pulled you into a tight hug and you buried your face on her chest, holding onto her like it was the last thing keeping you afloat. You seeked comfort in her presence. 

“I want to die.” You gripped onto her tighter. “I’m so weak.”

Shoko stroked your hair, her own eyes watering as she listened to you wordlessly. She felt your pain almost just as viscerally as you were experiencing them now.  

“No matter… no matter what I do. I can’t escape them. I just want to be gone. I want to-”

Shoko shushed you and slipped her free hand into her pocket, digging out her phone. Almost ten minutes had gone by. She awkwardly opened her chat with Nanami trying to inform the man who was probably still sitting in their booth waiting for the two of you to come back. 

A male voice disturbed the two of you. “Is everything okay?” 

Shoko pressed her hand on your shoulder pushing herself up from the ground, she whispered to you to stay put, not that you really were in any condition to go anywhere. 

“Good that you’re here. I was just about to text you. Can you get us a taxi?”

“Of course,” he said and opened the app punching in your address that Shoko forwarded to him. He looked so much older and out of place in the busy street. 

This was the kind hearted and lovely Nanami that had forgiven you immediately, after you had punched him in the gut because you were fucked up in the head. The kind hearted and lovely Nanami that you couldn’t look in the eyes, because of a certain man whose name you felt like acid on the tip of your tongue. The thoughts in your head brought fresh tears to your eyes. You dangerously sailed in the deep waters of suicidal ideation, your tired hands opening the forbidden door.  

“It’s going to arrive in five minutes,” Nanami hummed. 

“I think you should go. I’ll handle this,” Shoko said, her voice full of pity. “I’ll keep you posted.”

Nanami nodded in agreement. 

“For what it’s worth, take care of yourself too.” Nanami’s words were carefully chosen, anticipating that you weren’t the only one who needed a hug. 

***

SHOKO’S MEMORIES, YEAR 2006

The beach was filled with people who enjoyed the way the sun spoiled them with its warmth. Shoko was sitting on a towel next to Mei Mei who applied generous amounts of sunscreen on her hand. They sat underneath a parasol that had been propped in the sand, covering them both from the direct sun. The brown haired girl watched as Utahime excitedly threw herself to the water. She had given up on trying to get Shoko and Mei Mei in the water as well. 

“Mei Mei, don’t you have a lot of experience with boys?” Shoko almost whispered and hugged her legs. Her beach shawl swayed when the breeze decided to start playing with the huge piece of cloth. 

“Are you trying to imply something?” Her voice was low and melodic but not at all accusatory. 

“No, nothing like that. I just wanted to ask you something.” Shoko shook her head flustered. “Is it normal for a guy to kiss a girl without asking?” 

Mei Mei burst into laughter. This was the question Shoko was getting all worked up for? 

“Shoko,” Mei Mei’s eyes glimmered softly when she said the younger girl’s name with gentleness that reminded her of a mother tugging a child into bed. “I did not take you for being this innocent,” she teased. 

“I’m not innocent,” the brown haired girl huffed with the unexpected blush decorating her cheeks.

“Did someone do that to you?” Mei Mei tilted her head curiously and offered the sunscreen bottle to Shoko who happily took it to her hands.

“If I tell you, will you promise that you won’t tell anyone?”

“If I’m honest, I don’t think I care enough to tattle. You got me curious now. Tell me,” she hummed as a smile curled on her lips. 

“Well uh.. Suguru kind of kissed me when we were playing truth or dare with Satoru,” Shoko explained . She ran her hand between the warm sand, the grainy texture giving her something else to think about. “It was a stupid dare on Satoru’s part. Dunno why I accepted it.” 

Shoko added that she did not want to kiss him under any circumstances but the boy had managed to go over her boundary with ease. 

“That’s it?” Mei Mei asked, raising her eyebrow. She was almost bewildered at how tame the story was. 

“Yeah.” 

The blue haired woman scoffed.

“Guys think that girls like it when they take control and in a certain sense they are right. Maybe they got their eyes on you? Although, I did think that Suguru and Satoru were..” Mei Mei’s voice trailed off as she thought. “It doesn’t matter.” She concluded. 

“If I were you. I’d go along with it.” Mei Mei suggested. 

“No way. I don’t like them like that. Besides that’s not what I asked for your opinion on.” 

“And?” Mei Mei turned her gaze on Shoko, her eyes hardening as she intensely stared at the younger girl. “Those two men are our generation’s strongest and you’re going to complain that one of them gave you a little kiss?” 

Mei Mei’s melodic voice dropped lower as she showed her true feelings of distaste towards Shoko’s views. 

“If I were you,” she started again, her voice tough and bitter. “I’d be securing my spot by their side and not planning to bring forth meaningless accusations over a game of truth or dare.” 

Shoko was at loss with the things that were being said to her. Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to speak with Mei Mei. 

“I did not say I was going to tell anyone,” her voice was squeaky like a little girl’s. 

“But you thought about that right?” Shoko did not deny nor confirm the accusation.

Mei Mei’s face softened. “Shoko, you’re a smart girl. You should know better than to get shaken by two boys, especially when you so eagerly lead them on.“ 

“..I don’t lead them on.”

“Then stop meeting them in your spare time. If you do that, guys will think that you’re willing. You’re not a kid anymore, they do notice that you’re a woman now.” 

She stayed quiet, Mei Mei’s words burning on her skin worse than the summer heat. She did not want guys thinking about her that way. She simply wanted to be their friend and the idea of boys and girls being unable to do that because of bodily differences made Shoko shudder. 

“You want to help your friends, right?” Mei Mei asked when Utahime got out of the water. 

Shoko nodded. 

“Then become a doctor. That’s the best you can do to others with the technique you have.” Her words were probably meant to be comforting, but they made Shoko’s heart sink to the bottom of the ocean. 

“Shookoo!” Utahime ran towards the two girls sitting on the beach towels. 

“Are you willing to swim now?” Sand and water droplets clung onto her radiant skin that the younger girl admired silently. Shoko felt her heart skip a few times in her chest when Utahime offered her hand to her. 

“Sure.” The shy smile stretched on Shoko’s lips. 

“I’ll stay here. But you guys have fun.” Mei Mei announced as she opened the book next to her the pages slightly crumpled up. 

Shoko did not really register Mei Mei’s voice anymore. She grabbed Utahime’s hand and the world slowly faded away around them. 

****

Shoko went through the bathroom nimbly avoiding piles of clothing or takeout bags as she looked through your bathroom cupboard. She found a bag of half used cotton pads and a micelar water from the mess.

The taxi drive had felt like eternity. Your tears had dried before settling in the car and numbness had taken over. Shoko helped you to your bed and said that she’d come back soon, closing the door behind her giving you some space to change into something more comfortable. 

The door opened. Shoko looked at you and sat on the bed. You were using a pillow as a support for your back. The night lamp’s warm color casted shadows around your puffy face. The woman shook the bottle in her hand and poured liquid on the white cotton pad and tilted your face towards hers. 

She pressed the pad on your eyelid carefully letting the mixture soak through the heaps of makeup on your face. You sniffled sadly before speaking. 

“I can do this on my own too.” 

“I want to do this,” her voice was soft as she spoke the makeup remover leaving your skin slightly cold. You simply nodded and admired the way her hair framed her face. 

“You know I’ve had my own bad experiences too,” Shoko said, her face turning to a slight frown. Her mind was sailing in memories that she had given up on trying to understand. 

You were at a loss of words. You wanted to pry, but it felt invasive. 

“With them? Really?” You heard yourself asking as you danced on the line of impropriety.

“Yeah,” Shoko hummed, “but we shouldn’t have this conversation yet. Maybe in the morning, but not now,” she tried to make her voice sound brighter, feel brighter as if it would fix everything. 

“Okay,” you said. Maybe she’s right about this. Shoko discarded the dirty cotton pad, simply placing it on the bedside table. It was at its limits the whole thing turned into the color of your foundation with the small black streaks of your mascara on it, or what was left from it. 

She held onto your face gently for a moment too long even after she was done. You opened your eyes to really look at her. She looked so sad and.. young? Yes young was the right word. She looked like a woman robbed out of something sacred. She had been so happy, so easy to excite in her youth, but now all she seemed to carry was baggage. 

Your drunken mind wanted to close the distance, but something held you back. Maybe it was all the answers that were still being withheld by her, maybe it was the understanding that it’s not the right time yet. 

“Can you stay the night?” you whispered. Shoko breathed in and opened her mouth to say something, but you were faster. “Please? Th-there’s some clothes you can borrow in my closet.” 

She stayed quiet and you waited patiently.

“I’ll stay.” 

You smiled weakly at her and muttered a gentle thank you. She shuffled up from the bed and walked over the closet you had pointed for her. You turned your back to her when you heard the rustling of clothing that she ended up piling up neatly on one of the spare chairs in your bedroom. 

You fluffed up the pillow next to you and lifted up the blanket when she climbed in. You turned your back to her as you lay down on your side. Your hand searched the light switch and then the room was pitch black. 

Shoko awkwardly came closer to you till your back was against hers and she played with your hair idly in the silence. The touch was friendly, your body slumping in relaxation almost immediately. It was nice to have someone there. You had gotten so used to being afraid of the nights. 

“Good night,” she said, her voice hoarse. 

“Night.” 

***

You woke up alone with no trace of the woman in your room. She had gotten up earlier than you and dressed up back to the clothes she had in the bar. You hugged your plush blanket, almost burying your whole face underneath it, not ready to face the day.

Your head hurt and you felt nauseous. How is Shoko even able to do things? You wondered to yourself.

The faint knock on the bedroom door disrupted your thoughts as the door opened slightly. 

“I made a sandwich for you and found some painkillers, if you want any,” she said and you heard her steps further away again. 

You groaned and threw the blanket away from your body, the cold greeting you roughly. 

Your kitchen had gotten miraculously cleaner, the multiple empty beer cans piled in a bag and the dishwasher hummed quietly. You stared at the brown table in front of you that had two sandwiches and glasses of water on it, hunger long gone from your body. 

“You really should drink less.” Shoko picked up another empty can from the counter just to place it in the bag.

“Like you’re the one to talk.” You sat on the chair with its legs squeaking against the floor with your rough treatment. 

You grabbed the pill bottle and rattled out two tablets that you threw in your mouth and drank barely enough water to chase them down. 

“What do you remember?” Shoko asked and sat in front of you. She wasn’t feeling very hungry either. 

“I remember punching Nanami and the talk we had before we fell asleep,” you mumbled, playing with the edges of the slightly crusty lettuce between your sandwich. You had meant to use it on a salad a few days ago, but you were too tired to cook for yourself. Even the simple things were hard. “What did I tell you?”

“Nothing. You were just crying.”

Oh. So it was like that. 

“They assaulted me.” Your face was stern, emotions hidden behind a wall. The words felt weird. It was the first time you had actually said it out loud.

Shoko’s face widened from shock. 

“They what?” 

“Don’t make me repeat it,” you hissed. 

“Sorry, I won’t.” 

The silence felt unbearable and you stuffed your face full of bread just to do something. 

“They did something similar when we were still in school.” Shoko ripped the hangnail painfully from her skin and pressed on the miniscule wound with one of her fingers. 

You chewed the sandwich aggressively without tasting anything, the texture turning to mush in your mouth. 

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Your words were way more accusatory than what you wanted. 

Shoko turned her head to the side looking hurt by your sudden outburst. Her eyebrows scrunched together in pain as she looked for the perfect words, but there were none. 

“You admired them. I didn’t want to take that away from you, and when I realized that I probably should have said..”

“Bullshit, Shoko. It’s been ten years. I deserved to know, you could have-”

“Stop blaming me for their shit!” she yelled. Shoko never yells. 

You fell quiet. You reined in your anger, its hands still attempting to reach out to anything it could latch on. She was right. It’s not her burden to bear, but you still couldn’t help but feel powerless, when there could have theoretically been someone who could have told you to not go there. 

“Sorry,” you simply said just to drop the topic. Shoko sighed defeatedly and pushed her head briefly against her hands. She understood the anger, she really did. 

“They drugged me and then raped me together. I don’t remember a lot from it. I fought back – well attempted to,” your voice shook as you spoke. 

The brown haired woman simply looked at you with silent empathy. 

“Did you at least get one good punch in?” 

Your lips curled into a downhearted smile. The memory of your feeble fight playing in your mind, the weakness and despair of it all, a futile attempt of a prey to preserve their life just one moment longer. 

“Not a single one,” you laughed hollowly as one tear rolled on your cheek and your lips trembled. “But I did rip some hair out of Geto at the school,” you tried to brighten your voice and be brave. 

Shoko’s eyes watered and she answered your smile with her own. 

“Good.” 

The almost happy expression faded from your face. Everything hurt, never had you ever thought to be in a situation like this where you were exchanging devastation with your friend like gifts on christmas. 

“Why did you stay? Even Nanami left for a while, you could have done the same.” Your question was gentler this time. 

Shoko pondered for a minute, not sure of her answer either. 

“Because this is the only way I could help. I had you and Utahime and I didn’t want to leave you two behind. Besides what else was I supposed to do? I’ve been given a technique that can save many if I choose right. Had I left a lot more could have died because I wasn’t here — all because of what two men did,” she tried to put her thoughts together. 

“There’s a reason why Utahime doesn’t like Gojo,” Shoko blurted out and played with her hair. 

You took a careful sip of water as if you were trying to carefully dissect the different flavors of Shoko’s words. 

“What do you mean? Did they do something to her as well?” 

“No. I just mean that women know, you know? I think it’s in our blood to recognize danger. That’s one of the reasons she despises him. But this is just my thought, not an universal truth,” Shoko wondered out loud. 

She breathed in once again as if the words she was about to speak were too painful. 

“I think sometimes us women have to carry the atrocities of men. There’s no rhyme or reason why they do certain things. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. I never went through what you did, but I can’t say that I’m surprised,” she mused. “I’m sorry though. What you went through. It’s not right.”

Her brown eyes stared at you expectantly. You chewed on your lip nervously and tapped the empty plate with your nail, the small tinkle sound working as a metronome. 

“No, it’s not,” you huffed. But it feels like it’s my fault. If I had not gone there, if I had not idolized them – loved them even. This wouldn’t have ended this way. It was easier to leave those words in your head. 

“So what now?” You looked at Shoko, your eyes pleading, asking for answers, guidance, anything she would be able to provide to you. You knew there was nothing clear cut Shoko could say, but god how you wished that someone would know what to do. 

Shoko shook her head in defeat as if telling you that she wasn’t able to point you on the right track like that. 

“Whatever you want. You can stay or go, but you don’t have to carry it alone,” Shoko said, her face gentle. You could still draw out the remnants of the young girl from the year two thousand and six on her features. The lines were almost faded but they were still there. 

You found kinship in her even if neither of you had shared the full story of what had happened. You weren’t there yet and you weren’t ready. Instead the two of you skirted around words unspoken finding solace of at least having someone who could understand. It was up to the both of you what to make out of the confessions of the past. 

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Heeseung got assigned by his college to organize the annual gathering for the newly accepted students, he didn't expect to meet you, a charming biker who was lucky enough to slip her number into his pockets after scoring the boy with a green beanie.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, hookup, protected sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), experienced reader, Heeseung is a virgin.

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𝐀/𝐍: Hellooo, I'm back from the dead. 😃 Anyway, I hope you guys like this short fic I literally had in my drabbles for months.

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Heeseung didn't understand why the college scheduled an annual gathering for the newcomers who successfully passed every year, especially when they assigned him as the leading organizer.

He wasn't a student who carried exceptional grades, thankful for passing a semester successfully, spending time outside rather than in books.

However, his teachers thought otherwise, somehow seeing the potential he didn't, encouraging the boy to pursue a better path. Their strategy was to assign him responsibility, passing him significant roles in organizations.

He caught their joyful gazes when he sat beside the table, crossing the upcoming attendees off the list once they arrived, sighing at the remaining amount, which decreased slowly.

Chae-Won voluntarily joined the assignment to help Heeseung, welcoming the new students passing by with a big smile and enjoying the fresh encounters.

If it hadn't been for her, he probably wouldn't have been here in the first place. All these responsibilities that were supposed to lead him to a better path weren't doing shit. He didn't care about any of it and spent most of his time on his telephone playing LOL to finally rank up. Chae-won found his vain attempt hilarious and constantly interrupted his game by randomly pressing on his screen.

"Don't be a grump, come on!" her delicate voice conveyed, playfully prodding his shoulder as she laughed at his annoyed groan. He glimpsed at her and, for a second, felt a wave of ease coming over.

They weren't friends for long but had already created a good bond. Their meeting was, in fact, accidental, because they got assigned to a side project for the school faculty. She was the head of the group, and Heeseung soon realized that they clicked.

After that, she always picked him as her helper, doing almost everything together. She was someone who he needed: organized and disciplined. He was the complete opposite. In a way, his teachers were content with this outcome, internally thanking her for her decision.

"I've had enough this term," he leaned back on the chair, resting his hands between his legs, "they need to find someone else." The cheers from afar increased as the students greeted the principal, who held a big smile on his face.

"Ah, you're so dramatic," she remarked after rolling her eyes, scribbling something on the paper. Heeseung glanced to see a sketch of a person with their tongue out. He only shot her an annoyed look before going back to his phone.

However, he got disrupted by the sudden rackety sound of a motor engine arriving at the place, boosting the unbearable noise when shortening the distance. His head turned to the owner of the disturbance arriving on a motorcycle.

All the other students were caught up by the appearance as well, their focus now fully intended on the driver and not the principal. Chae-won slanted over to get a better view of the person, who was now parking their motorcycle before striking the ground with their feet.

They slowly took off their helmet, flipping their long, dark hair to regain its previous state, running their fingers through it to mess it up a bit. Pressing the lock button on her keys, the female corrected her posture amidst fixing her leather jacket and checking her appearance in the convex mirror. The revelation took Heeseung by surprise, his jaw lowering at the fine lady.

"Damn, who is she?" he sighed, unable to unlock his immersed gaze from the biker. Her body moved leisurely, putting slight power in her movements. It was on purpose, for sure, but it definitely made her occur attractively.

"I've no clue, but she's hot," Chae-Won declared, fidgeting with her necklace. Heeseung didn't even perceive her disclosure, still eyeing the woman ahead. It didn't take him long to realize the upcoming interaction when you started walking towards their table with a great smirk.

Nonetheless, he managed to panic once you approached them, almost falling out of the chair. The struggle to create eye contact was evident as he nervously looked at the paper ahead, feeling his heartbeat boosting.

"Hello," your deep voice greeted, " I'm Y/L/N Y/N."

Fuck

He nodded, trying to suppress his heart straining to burst out. He searched for your name on the list, crossing it out when the pencil landed on it. Chae-Won was supposed to take things from here and navigate you to the school garden. However, she didn't move but exchanged an evil grin instead. Then she had the audacity to tilt her head towards you.

"Come on, Heeseung, you don't want to keep her waiting," he froze at the unexpected change of plans, furrowing his brows at the playful girl.

It was rare to see Heeseung flustered around a girl, so Chae-won wanted to make the most out of this opportunity. Deep down, she wished he would finally have a thing with someone to come out of his shell. If it doesn't work out, she can still shoot her shot.

"But you-" he glanced at her, knowing he couldn't walk with you without embarrassing himself.

It was his clumsiness that distracted all of the girls away. They saw him as an oddball and used him instead for their advantage. He didn't want to mess up his chance with you, unsure if he could save a mortifying moment from occurring as he did seconds ago.

Regardless, Chae-Won seemed determined, crossing her arms before tapping her foot impatiently and winking at Heeseung. He didn't understand her intentions, furrowing his brows at the goofball.

You chuckled when he stood beside you, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets. He probably contemplated life amidst staring at the ground, but you found it adorable. There was something precious about boys feeling intimidated by you, but for some reason, you enjoyed his reaction the most.

"So, are we going?" you smiled, watching him show the way before walking beside the building.

You jumbled the helmet from one hand to the other as you followed the boy, eyeing him in the meantime. He was wearing a green beanie, fashion sense reminding of a skater boy mixed with a hipster, somehow appearing handsome.

He wasn't your type, swiftly reminiscing the boys you hooked up with in the past, who were nothing compared to Heeseung. The boy possessed breathtaking visuals: from the way his big, doe eyes sparkled under the moonlight to him biting his bottom lip.

Everything appeared majestic to you, and you got lost in his beauty. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't drool over a boy, but he was an exception you were willing to make.

Heeseung, on the other hand, couldn't control the sudden excitement in his chest. He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he didn't know why it made him so happy. Most of the girls he knew were innocent, bubbly personalities or try-hard tomboys.

Nevertheless, today he encountered someone with such a powerful aura for the first time. It was the confident walk accompanying your alluring face that gave it away. It was a big turn-on, and he wasn't confident enough to strike up a conversation.

Thankfully, you decided to break the silence.

"What major are you in?"

"Hm?" he finally looked up, meeting your charming gaze, nearly gasping at the exchange, "Oh, yeah, um, music."

"Oh, so you want to become a singer?" you smiled when his heart-shaped lips curved up at your question, making your stomach flip around - why did he have to look so sweet.

"And you?" he asked, slowing his pace to lengthen the moment, knowing the path was ending soon. He saw the group of students interacting nearby, knowing he had to say goodbye.

"Computer Science," you shrugged, studying his surprised expression, "but it's not as hard as it seems. It's fun!"

He beamed at your excited state, continuing the conversation to make your stay a bit longer. He didn't want to miss his shot at getting to know you better because you seemed so easygoing and laid-back that he could imagine talking to you for hours.

Random questions started blabbering out of him in a hopeless attempt to impress you. Deep down, he pushed himself to ask you for your phone number.

Yet again, he wasn't that confident. Instead, he observed your features in-depth, finding his gaze focusing on your neck and prominent jawline exposed by the wind that blew in your hair. It was a sight he could fucking die to. No girl he had seen harbored such sharp features, and that just threw him off the edge. Fuck the ideal type narrative he had created because you were something else, something he had never seen before.

As he kept talking, you couldn't help but focus on his moving lips, thinking about attaching your mouth to his, poking your inner cheek with your tongue at the idea. All you wanted was to corner him into a dim place, make out and suck on his lips until they turned in a beautiful shade of plum. He slightly pouted when he talked, and he appeared so innocent.

His poking Adam's apple moved up and down after every conveyed word, not considering your mind creating sensual fantasies about sucking on it. You wanted to meet his tongue with yours, explore his mouth and feel his warmness on yours. It didn't help that he occasionally licked his lips, unintentionally riling you up. It was getting harder to stay collected, and the little pool staining your panties began expanding.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" you snapped out of your imagination, eyes landing on his again after staring somewhere else.

"Like, what are your plans?" Heeseung asked, a smile forming on his face from your gaze. He couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at him with so much lust. A tingly feeling made its appearance in his chest again, his cheeks burning.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you scratched the back of your head, holding yourself from attacking his lips. You hated how gorgeous he looked under the moonlight, his side profile so ethereal that you found it unreal.

"What were you paying your attention to then?" his doe eyes lit up, hoping you would say something along the lines of "you".

"I've just been trying to suppress the urge to kiss you," you spat out, biting your lip afterward. Heeseung widened his eyes at your confession, which was the last thing he expected to hear. He stared at you in shock, feeling his heart going crazy.

"Can I kiss you, please?" your body approached his, coming closer to have each other's faces inches away. The desire to consume him kept growing each second he shot you that soft gaze, completely destroying you.

He nodded, his eyes locking with yours as you held his face, pulling him to you. You dived into a passionate kiss, tilting your head to the side to deepen it. You had never craved someone's lips as much as you did Heeseung's. They were so soft and tasty that you couldn't get enough, coming back for more each time you pulled away to breathe.

"What happens if I don't attend?" he laughed, realizing you had better plans than spending the rest of the evening getting bored.

"Well, you'll just miss out on the introduction."

"OK," you nodded, "and what if you ditch your friend?"

"What?" he questioned in a soft tone, noticing your finger pointing at Chae-Won.

"Would you get in trouble if you took us somewhere private?" you smirked at the thought, grabbing his collar to fix it. He gulped at the contact, hating how nervous a random girl made him feel. Yet again, you weren't just a random girl - maybe that's why he was trying so hard not to mess this up.

He could already imagine the disappointment his teachers would experience once they encountered the volunteer carrying out his duty. A failure, that's what they would think, and they would be right. He didn't want to bail on his professors, whom he had given false hope about his feasibility.

At the same time, he knew Chae-Won would cover for him, always having his back even though he wasn't the best friend. Maybe she sent him for this reason in the first place, to give him a possibility. It was on him if he'll take advantage of it or not.

His gaze landed on the assured girl again, nodding at her offer.

"Well," you pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket alongside a lighter, pulling out one to place it between your lips, positioning it in the fire, "lead the way, playboy."

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Next thing you know, you both end up in the music room, tangled up in a lustful make-out session. His hands roamed your back as you tried to nestle on the piano bench he led you to.

You double-checked if you had contraceptives in your pocket when he moved to your neck. It was your goal tonight anyway, not wanting to miss the chance to get on with someone. Plus, Heeseung was quite charming, and you couldn't help yourself.

He was a sloppy kisser, and you could tell the moment his lips met yours. It felt like he was keen on more tongue action rather than a proper build-up. Too eager for your taste, but again, he was breaking your rules quite often tonight.

Your hand played with his hair while the other moved down to his pants, reaching his boxers. He gasped when your fingers brushed over them, his member twitching from the sensitivity.

"Can I?" you broke the kiss to ensure he wasn't uncomfortable with where things were going.

Heeseung couldn't even answer, quietly whimpering under your touch. There was something so mesmerizing about his state that you just stared into his eyes, leaning for another kiss. It felt so wonderful, and you couldn't stop. He had this dazing effect on you.

"I can stop whenever you want," you whispered into his lips, running your hands on his chest, sensing his change of heartbeat.

"N-no, don't stop," he grabbed your wrist, guiding you back to his pants. You smirked at the action, grabbing his crotch to see the desired expression. And it didn't disappoint. He leaned against the piano with his eyelids slightly loose, mouth forming an O amidst panting. You haven't even started yet, and he was already losing his mind.

"God, you're so beautiful," you whispered on his neck, leaving gentle kisses. He shivered at your delicate touch, his hand traveling under your jacket to caress your back.

You massaged his length a bit to make him hard, but that didn't take long since he soon provided your hand with burning heat. It was your sign to slip your hand under his boxers, coming in contact with his erection. He hissed at the coldness of your fingers, making his member tug rapidly.

"N-n-o, you don't have to," he whispered when he realized what you were about to do, straightening his posture to grab your wrists. However, you smiled at his behavior, leaving a light peck on his cheek.

"But I want to," you voiced before landing on his zipper, gradually dragging it to access his dick. His pants ended at his knees, now having his genitals on full display. Your eyes widened at the image and his size. It drove your head dizzy, picturing it vanishing inside you.

Heeseung smiled for himself at your cute reaction, finding himself blushing for some reason. Slight embarrassment took over him as he had never been in this position before. He attempted to cover himself, but you only yanked his hands away.

"Don't hide your beauty from me, baby," his dick jerked at those words, looking away from the attention he was acquiring. You grabbed his chin to meet his gaze, smiling at his eyes sparkling with excitement. You encouraged him to spit in your hand, confusing him at first with your sudden movement.

He obeyed and spilled a pool of saliva on your palm, letting it dribble from his mouth. A curse escaped you at the sight, biting your lip as you spread it on his shaft. The wet sounds turned you on, even more, watching his face express ecstasy.

"Look at me while I take care of you, ok?" you smiled before opening your mouth to welcome his member, moaning at the wonderful feeling.

"Oh God," it sent him over the edge how you didn't break eye contact amidst running your tongue around his tip. Your face appeared so beautiful as the moonlight shone on you, exposing your dirty activity. He couldn't stop staring at you with butterflies in his stomach, observing you taking a quarter of him slowly.

The feeling he was experiencing made him dizzy because this was his first time acquiring head. He was used to giving, not receiving. His friends always talked about blowjobs and how wonderful it was. Now he finally understood why.

"Y/N," he accidentally moaned your name, shutting his eyes when you reached half his length. Your hand gently rubbed his balls, taking your time to provide the best experience.

"Does it feel good?" you began to bob your head at a calm speed, studying his facial expressions quickly altering. His abdomen was going through euphoria, and he was losing his mind.

"It does, so much," he threw back his head and gripped your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You raised your eyebrows at the act, not anticipating the intimate gesture.

Normally, you would never let another boy show affection in hookups because it was unnecessary. In the end, it was about satisfying your needs, so there wasn't the need to be smoochy about it.

Nevertheless, Heeseung was caressing your hand and hair, and you couldn't say anything. He was so sweet that you wanted his affection.

"I bet it does," you expressed in a low voice, watching his brows slightly furrowing while he bit the tip of his tongue. You curved your lips up when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, letting out such beautiful noises each time you pulled out and took him in.

"I-I'm close," his tender voice conveyed, feeling his stomach compiling his load. You sped up your movements to bring him to his high, welcoming the warm fluid on your tongue. However, you didn't stop but continued sucking, enjoying him uncontrollably jumping in your mouth.

"Fuck, oh my God, Y/N," he shut down, trembling from the stimulation you gave him. His hands were now desperately holding onto your hair, trying to control his spasms.

"You taste good," a quiet giggle echoed in the room as Heeseung stared into your eyes deeply, trying to find the right words after having the best orgasm of his life.

He noticed how you squeezed your legs together, grinding on the bench to pleasure yourself. He instantly dropped to his knees, grabbing your legs gently to spread them. You gasped when his hand slid under your vagina, his thumb playing with your vulva.

"Can I take care of you now?" he pulled down your pants, revealing your soaked panties. It was weird for you to feel this hot inside, and you found it hard to believe a boy managed to turn you on this much.

You watched as his head disappeared between your legs and panted when his breath brushed against your panties, hearing him soaking up the smell of your arousal.

"God, you smell so good," his compliment landed on your core, which he revealed by pushing your underwear to the side. He took a long lick of your pussy, groaning at the taste it left on his tongue.

Pussy-drunk would probably be the right word to describe his fixation because the next thing you know, he was making out with it. His warm tongue swirled around your bud and entrance, teasing you by trying to enter it.

Your hands automatically grabbed his hair, pushing his face even deeper to feel his nose on your clit. At this point, what was happening?

"Oh, Heeseung, please don't stop," you moaned when he moved his head up and down, rubbing you with the tip of his nose. He was so experienced, unlike the guys who have eaten you out before.

"You're beautiful," he whimpered on your folds, watching you arching your back at his technique. Everything was so fast that you didn't even realize your orgasm was shooting out, riding it out on his nose. Heeseung didn't waste any time and licked all of your cum, immaculately overstimulating you. You stopped him to catch your breath, gazing at his lips and chin smeared in your juices.

"You're so-" you switched positions, landing on his lap and going in for a deep kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and transferred your liquids. At that moment, you officially lost your mind and suddenly felt needy again. How was he so dirty but sweet at the same time.

"So what?" he asked, holding your hips to guide you back and forth.

"So pretty that I want to ruin you," your words caused him to pop another boner, poking it on your core.

"Please do," he panted, intensely staring into your eyes, "I'm all yours."

"You don't know what you're asking for, baby," your lips uttered before landing on his, grabbing the condom to put it on him.

"Wait," he whispered, glancing down to avoid your stare.

"It's your first time?" you smiled at his surprised blinking, playing with his piercings. He bobbed his head, dying inside out of shame.

"Honestly, when you were eating me out, it certainly did not feel like it," the atmosphere lightened up a bit with your remark, easing the tense boy underneath you.

"I'll be gentle, ok?" you pushed a strand of hair under his beanie, grabbing his face to study his expression. Obviously, he was worried about the following, but his face still displayed enthusiasm.

That was what you were looking for, so you gently grabbed his length and started pulling the condom over it. He hissed a few times because your hands were still freaking cold, and the sensation was unknown.

"Are you ready?" your breath tickled on his ear as you put your hand on his belly, gently stroking to ease his tension. You were also nervous because you didn't want to hurt him unintentionally, and seeing him getting anxious about the act worried you. In the end, you mainly wanted him to enjoy it.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt you," he whimpered at your tenderness, mind still too anxious about the forthcoming shifting. You held his face delicately, running your thumb over his cheek. He murmured a quiet yes, watching you aligning his member to your entrance, which you revealed by pushing away your panties.

You rubbed him on your clit for a while to lubricate and give him some instigation. He was already moaning, his body quivering from the teasing. Then you pushed him in by a bit and both of you hyperventilated.

"You're practically sinking in me," you exhaled, feeling your walls tighten around him with each push. He glanced at the scene, his hand grabbing your thigh to dig in his nails. The way you talked him through it made everything better, and he felt like he was walking on clouds.

Other girls made fun of his virginity, mocking him for being inexperienced. You, however, were different and handled him with so much care despite having known each other for a few minutes.

"It's ok. You can go more."

Well, maybe he shouldn't have said it that early.

"Wait, oh shit-" the grip on your thigh deepened, pain piercing through rapidly.

"Why are you so tight?" it almost sounded like a cry, and you only chuckled at the compliment.

"I'm not used to big dicks. That's probably why," you laughed, calming the boy down with your humor.

Heeseung leaned his back against the fallboard, trying to make himself comfortable. He would have never imagined losing his V-card in the school's music room on a damn piano. At the same time, he was grateful that you were the one who was here with him. Now, he will always have a pleasant memory to think of when he'll enter this room.

"How are you feeling, bubs?" He reddened at the spontaneous nickname, noticing the twinkle in your dark eyes.

"V-very good," the words barely came out as he struggled to think correctly. The sensation you were guiding him through was something else, and he couldn't believe you managed to take his firsts twice tonight.

When you started riding him, it was over. He didn't think he could hold his load for long because you only tightened around him more. As if you read his mind, you began pushing more, putting your hands on his chest for support. He held your back and practically embraced you once he felt the familiar feeling inside him.

"Let go," you encouraged him as he shot his cum in the condom, pulling you closer to bury his face in your neck. It didn't even matter if you came in that moment because you felt too content to focus on it. You grabbed the open package and inconspicuously slid it into his pocket.

"I better get going now," with a jump, you pulled back your pants and lit another cigarette after heading out the door. You sent a wink before fleeing, leaving him dazed.

He sighed and discarded the condom, concealing it in a bunch of tissues. As he grabbed one from his pocket, he came in touch with a packaging. He pulled it out to recognize the object, raising an eyebrow. It was a phone number written on the wrapping of the condom he had used a minute ago. He grinned at the method, putting it back to catch up with Chae-won.

He saw you walking towards the ceremony as he got out of the building. You turned back to encounter his figure standing outside and delivered him a big beam on your face while signaling him to calll you later.

"You can bet on it."

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I’m not dead!! :D

Here’s what I’ve been up to instead of posting on either of my blogs! (Aside from quick rebloging everything under the sun)

- started my second year of college working on my AAS - (associated in applied sciences with an emphasis in fashion design)

- won a style competition, dropped out of another

- got a nose piercing

- New Gender acquired: ???

- found an Amtguard park and started LARPing!! It’s so much fun- I’m a level two bard babyyy and I already have garb and I’m basically a master at weaving macrame belts (ask me ooh you wanna ask-)

- hiked seven miles in a day (farthest I’ve ever hiked) (no prep) (I didn’t know I was going to be hiking that day)

- got hired as a writing tutor at my college! (Haven’t started working yet bc hiring bugs but I will hopefully soon!)

- continued to babysit as a job

- bought a midi drum set and began learning drums! This was really cool because I’ve always wanted to learn drums

- became a stoner (the gummy user subspecies)

- discovered the joy of creating OCs (please please please please ask me about my ocs you wanna so bad-)

- also cut my hair I got that disheveled sleep deprived boy swagger

- downloaded then immediately deleted hinge

- sort of got back into iPhone photography again

- got better at pottery!

- started using public transit

- donated a bunch of clothes and began building a new wardrobe

- discovered Epic the Musical I’m UNWELLLL

[womanofwords]

The Poisoned Prodigy (Chapter 10)

I woke up alone in a hospital bed with a blinding light in my face. "Where am I?" I asked the bleached white walls. A nurse bustled into the room with a tray of food.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"Pretty good, but my head hurts," I told him. "What happened, exactly?"

"You were brought in here unconscious after a man hit you," he said, putting the food down on a table next to me. "You are now in Olympus Medical Centre."

Olympus Medical Centre. The same hospital Patton was admitted to. "Where's Patton? He's a patient here. I need to see him."

"Oh, no you don't," he told me sharply. "You're not going anywhere. You need to rest, Vincent. People will be visiting you soon."

So my parents were coming. Made sense. I settled back into my new bed and waited. I closed my eyes to prepare for sleep.

"Hi, Vince," Patton said. But it couldn't be Patton. Patton was still in a coma.

It was Patton.

I scrambled into a sitting position. "How are you awake? You're in a coma."

"I came out of it," he giggled, hopping over and sitting on my bed. They'd taken his prosthetic leg off and left him crutches to use. "So, since you've been awake for the past few days and I haven't, how's Ernest doing in prison?"

I explained everything that had happened, the bribery, the blackmail, the frame job. Patton's eyes watered. "Dr Jacobs was my favourite teacher," he said. "He inspired me to create the prosthetic leg with the flexible foot to better mimic the movements of an actual foot. I won with the invention he inspired me to make."

"I'm so sorry to tell you." I pulled him towards me and hugged him. "You'll be OK, eventually. Your school had a shrine to you. And the skate park. You are loved and missed, something Ernest and his family will not know anything about."

"I've been told as much. I was surrounded with so many flowers I thought I woke up in a florist."

"I met your friend, Sally, too. Apparently, all the people who like Ernest could have been written on a sticky note that was ripped in half."

Patton burst out laughing. "She said that? That is cold. Accurate, but cold."

"Once you get onto the internet, you'll be able to follow the whole story online," I said.

"Cool." We lapsed into a comfortable silence, until Patton decided to speak again. "What's going to happen to Ernest? He's been proven innocent, but the stuff his parents did for him doesn't look good."

"He'll probably leave the school. Having your parents blackmail a teacher into making other students do work for you and poison a student isn't a good look."

"Oh. You are the coolest best friend ever," Patton said.

"I'm really not."

"You solved my poisoning, saved Ernest from going to prison even though everyone thought he did it, and went head to head against an evil teacher that had everyone fooled. Admit it; you're amazing."

"I'm still not."

"Well, that's it. I'm going to make you admit it. Admit that you're amazing." He poked me in the ribs experimentally.

"I'm not ticklish, Patton."

"Right. I keep forgetting that." His shoulders slumped. "What do I do now? Something has to convince you that you're awesome."

Umma rushed in, Appa and James close behind her. "Vincent!" She hugged me tight. "What were you doing? Who did it?" She did a double-take when she saw Patton. "Patton!"

"Hi, Mrs Song," Patton said.

"Patton, he found your murderer!" James yelled. "My dork brother Vincent found the guy who murdered you!"

"He's not my murderer; I'm not dead," Patton explained. "And I already know that it's him. He told me."

"Oh," James said, looking deflated.

"Also, you're a prick," Patton said.

Umma gasped. Appa's jaw dropped. James glared at Patton. "What was that?" James asked, fist clenched. It was a rhetorical question.

"You are one, though," Patton said. "You always make fun of Vincent, even while he's in hospital for exposing an attempted murderer and corruption scandal and getting hurt while doing it. He's an actual hero and he still can't catch a break from you."

Appa, Umma, and James looked at Patton like he'd grown a second head in front of them. "James, be nicer to your brother," Umma said. She looked embarrassed that Patton pointed out what a jerk James was. She never listened to me when I was telling her the exact same stuff.

"Fine," James said. He looked embarrassed, too.

Good.

"Vincent!" Sally rushed into my room, stopping when she saw everyone staring at her. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Vincent, this is your . . . friend?" Umma asked.

I took a deep breath. "Mom, Dad, this is Sally. She's been helping me with this stuff. She goes to Patton's school."

"Hi, Sally!" Patton said, waving. She froze.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Since yesterday," Patton said. "And then I went back to sleep because I was still tired."

"You were just out of a coma!" Sally laughed.

"Patton's kind of like a cat. He's supposed to sleep for eighteen hours a day," I said.

Patton clutched an imaginary pearl necklace. "Hey!"

"You have to admit that it fits, though," Sally laughed.

"I have two friends, and they're both mean," Patton groaned. "Why are you both mean to me?"

"Hey, we went out of our way to find your real poisoner, have some respect," Sally said.

"You are still awful," Patton said. Aunt Indigo and Uncle Malcolm rushed in and carried Patton out.

"How did you get here?" Aunt Indigo said, handing him over to his uncle like a package or something.

"I was looking for Vincent. He found the real poisoner, Auntie."

"What?" She paused. "What?"

"Yes. It was mostly him. I helped a bit," Sally said.

Malcolm sniffled. "Thank you. Thank you so much for finding my boy's attempted killer." He approached the bed and lifted me up out of it. I always thought that him lifting Patton around just meant that Patton didn't weigh very much. He actually was pretty strong. Half of me was lifted out of the bed as he hugged me.

"My son should rest," Umma said, suddenly shooing everyone out of my room. She had been watching all of this from a corner of the room with a smile on her face.

Pride.

She was proud of me.

:-)

The hospital allowed my family to take me home after a day of observation. "Rest, Vincent," Umma told me. "Enjoy your gifts. People have been very worried about you."

I stopped focusing on the raindrops racing each other down the window and looked forward. "Worried?"

"Yes, everyone's been very scared. This is big," Appa said. "Media asking questions. Very invasive."

"It blew up and people found out where we lived. You're a hero, man," James said.

We arrived at our home and found flowers. Bundles of them waiting outside our home, with cards and letters. "This is a lot," I said. "People actually know about me?"

"People love you! You're a badass!" James said. "My little brother's a badass! My little brother's a badass! My little brother-"

"JAMES!" Appa and Umma yelled.

Appa took me home and walked me into the house. "My good boy," he said, over and over. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Same bland, boring ceiling. I hated that ceiling. I stared at my skating helmet. Green and reflecting light from the light streaming through my window. It didn't feel as foreboding as it used to.

I'll be able to skate with Patton soon.

If you want to read the other chapters, see Masterlist.

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The Roof

Taking place during Chapter 35 of The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim we see Grim after she runs from Anakin and before Anakin joins her on the roof.

Warning: Suicidal thoughts, (Almost) attempted suicide

Note: I've been debating about posting this for a couple of months due to the above warnings. It's only (heavily) implied in the original chapter but this fic really goes into Grim's headspace in the moment. I don't recommend reading this if you're not in a good mental place.

It was a good thing Anakin hadn’t followed the padawan, if he had, he would have seen her crying.

  She ran outside the opera hall, past the extravagant guests in their fancy outfits flaunting their riches. She didn’t care for them, and they did not care for her. Tomorrow when she was dead, they would celebrate. For them the war would be over, and they would care naught for all the lives that had been lost. Their hardships would be over - but for any other citizen, for any survivors of the coming purge, a new wave of problems would surge. 

 Grim found the speeder she had borrowed from the Temple, parked not too far from the place where she had spied and heard what she had gone to hear - The result to her was clear, she had lost.

  Light and hope were gone. The darkness won. 

 Grim got into the speeder and made her way back to her home. To the Jedi Temple. Her vision was blurred by her tears. Her mind clouded by her grief. Everything was over. 

 Tomorrow she would die. 

 And when she reached the Temple, a horrible thought arose. 

 So why did it matter, if she was still alive?

 So when she had reached the Temple, she did not go to her room. To sleep off this grief, and prepare for the following day. Which would be the final day of its kind, because it would be the last with this home of light.

  She ran to the rooftop. Tears flowing freely, as she ran to the edge and just screamed. 

 Grim screamed into the endless night. 

 She had planned to jump off the roof. To allow gravity to carry her to her doom. No Sith involved, not her brothers, not her brother. She would never have to know the pain of hearing the words be uttered, the words that would write her fate so certainly. Even though it was plainly written now. 

 No matter what - she thought - she would die. 

 So it could be now, never knowing that pain for her own personal experience. Never falling to the hands of the Sith and becoming another victim in his cruel game. 

 Or it could be tomorrow. Either by the plasma bullets of the men she saw as her brothers. Or by the blade of the ghost who she now knew was dead beyond a doubt. 

 She could die from betrayal, or end it now. 

 Yet, she couldn’t.

  She couldn’t step off the roof. The light radiating from her home kept her there. So she just fell to her knees. Sobbing until her chest hurt. Sobbing until she couldn’t sob anymore. Allowing these three brutal years of unshed grief to pour from her. Sobbing until there would be no more grief left to spare for the next day. When she knew, they would lose everything.

 All Grim could do was mourn.

  Because, although still here. Still right there. She could feel it now. She could sense all of the life that filled this home of light. 

 Even still, she knew. She knew it would all be gone tomorrow. So she mourned for those who still lived today. 

 Grim also knew, so very clear that she would soon join them. She would join them in their deaths. Just as she had joined their lives. She knew - she was convinced - that she wouldn’t survive. 

 It was in this moment, as Grim relaxed herself, and hung her legs over the roof, sitting back as she watched the stars. It was in this moment, the Padawan realized something else.

  She didn’t want to die. She just didn’t want to feel this pain. This grief that had consumed her heart slowly throughout the three years she had been fighting. All of that fighting that had been nothing. 

 She looked up at the stars. She never believed in fate, but she couldn’t help but try to find it written in the sky. As if the stars would tell her, her story. As if the stars themselves could save her from this tragedy she knew awaited her. 

 The tragedy that had begun all those years ago, the one Grim had walked into. Despite everything she knew. 

 She could blame it on her awestruck youth. She could blame the fact that she had been wrapped up into something so beautiful that she never wanted to leave. She could blame it on her childish self that only saw a galaxy that she had always adored. She could blame it on every one of those early and beautiful moments. 

 But that would be a lie. She could only blame herself as of now. 

 Because she had always had a choice in this story. She knew that. 

 She always chose to stay. Even after she had been through so much of the pain that the galaxy had to offer.

 Grim always had the option to walk away. She just always made the choice to stay.

 So that was all Grim could do now. She could stay. 

 There was no walking away at this point, it was far too late. The only escape, she had just denied. Even though she felt as if she wouldn’t survive. 

 Grim had to see her own story - her own tragedy - through until the end. 

 She tried to find that ending in the stars. But saw nothing. 

 All she knew was this: 

 Tragedy awaited. That was the ending. It was something she had known the moment this story began. This was the ending. This was the tragedy. This was her destiny.

 Even knowing, she had made the choice. She didn’t regret those choices either.

 She could’ve. Maybe to anyone else, she should’ve, but she didn’t. Because even through all of the pain she had gone through, even still with the ending tomorrow she had made memories that she would forever cherish.

 Even if forever only lasted until tomorrow. 

 Grim sat on the roof of the Jedi Temple, and watched the stars in the sky, sparkling with her tears. From the grief of all these years.

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When They Trod the Boards: Christopher Walken, Song and Dance Man by Jeremy Megraw, Billy Rose Theatre Division, New York Public Library For the Performing Arts April 2, 2013

How do we love Christopher Walken? On his 70th birthday, let us count the ways. Star of film, TV, and NYPL's own iBook Point, somehow everyone has a favorite film that stars him, be it The Deer Hunter, True Romance, or Pulp Fiction. The consummate villain, he faced off Batman and James Bond with his signature dead stare that transforms at the drop of a hat into a Rockwellesque boyish grin. By the time his fancy footwork stupefied us in Spike Jonze's Fatboy Slim video, few knew Walken was already a 30-year Broadway veteran, sharing the stage with Liza Minnelli and Raul Julia.

Christopher Walken was born in Astoria, Queens. His father ran Walken's Bakery, which in the 1950s served a predominantly German community in Long Island City. Born Ronald Walken (named after the great British actor Ronald Colman), he was still called Ronnie Walken when he and his brother Glenn attended the Professional Children's School in Manhattan. His debut role was in J.B. at ANTA in 1959, and he toured soon after in West Side Story. His dream of being a dancer was somewhat realized in a string of musicals, including Best Foot Forward with Liza Minnelli. In 1966 he won the Theatre World Award for his performance in Tennessee Williams' The Rose Tattoo.

After an extended stint of Shakespeare with the Stratford Festival in Canada, he travelled all over the U.S. and starred in his first film Me and My Brother (1968). He returned to the New York stage and won the Drama Desk Award for his work in Lemon Sky in 1970. During this period he started getting more roles in movies, with a small part in the psychedelic Cleopatra (1970) and a more prominent role that got him noticed in the Anderson Tapes (1971).

Walken continued to garner acclaim on the stage, winning an Obie for his performance in Joseph Papp's production of Kid Champion in 1975. In the 1980s, as critics hailed his Hollywood work, such as Dead Zone and Brainstorm, he was still walking the theatrical boards in the Big Apple. He was a familiar face downtown in Central Park's Delacorte Theater and at the Public, performing Chekhov and Shakespeare. In the 1990s, so as not to rest on his laurels after achieving cult-status in Pulp Fiction, he continued to do Shakespeare in the Park and even a one-man show entitled Him.

Walken's stage and screen two-step continues to this day, including the recent stage production A Behanding in Spokane. A victim of his own success, Mr. Walken's evil persona endures (he once referred to himself as The Malevolent WASP). But the interviews we've found in the archives reveal his true nature: a soft-spoken person who is really quite ordinary. At 70, Christopher Walken remains as ever the nice guy with the boyish grin who sometimes breaks into dance.

The Billy Rose Theatre Division has documentation of Christopher Walken's entire career in the form of clippings, photographs, reviews, videos, and oddly enough, a published biography in French. An Inside the Actor's Studio production and an oral history where he talks about his Shakespeare Festival years, are among the archived interviews held in the collections at the Library for the Performing Arts.

If you want to join a fun crowd project, please give us your favorite Christopher Walken movie or TV quotes in the comments section and we will combine them in a unique and fun way. Watch this space! In the meantime...

[kpopandmusicpassion]

Halazia

Kingdom of Halazia take over the nearby human run Kingdoms who abuse hybrids

Human girl named Cora inherited a huge home with a fortune and basically runs a hybrid rescue center in her home helping hybrids get away from aholes

When the Kings of Halazia invade their small town the hybrids that live with Cora protect her from being subjected to the same harsh treatment as their abusive ex-owners

Cora's Rescues

Mark Lee

Jay B

BamBam

Shotaro

Yuta

Lucas

YangYang

Ten

Jeongin

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Vernon

S.Coups

Woozi

Hoshi

Jaehyun

Taeyong

Sehun

Baekhyun

Chanyeol

Riki/Ni-ki

Jeno

Renjun

Jaemin

Taemin

Kai

Lay

Tao

Jungwoo

Namjoon

Jungkook

Leedo

Jisoo

Jennie

Rose

Lisa

Jessi

Jackson Wang

B.M

Changkyun

Hyunwoo

Wonho

Eric Nam

Jimin

Yoshi

Haruto

Sungchan

Jay

Jake

Soobin

Taehyun

Hybrids of Halazia

Amber Lui

Asahi

AleXa

Arthur

Bang Chan/Chris

Beomgyu

Bang Yedam

B.I

Bobby

Baekgyeul

Changbin

Chen

Choi In

Cha Eunwoo

Choi Hyunsuk

Chan

Chenle

D.O

Doyoung

Daniel Kang

Dino

DK

Donghun

Dann

Doyoung

Eden

(the)8

Felix

Giselle

G-Dragon

Han

Hyungwon

Hoseok

Hendry

Haechan

Hongjoong

Hwangwoong

Huta

Hwon

Heeseung

HyunA

Irine

Ivan

Intak

Junkyu

Jihoon

Jun

Jeonghan

Jiwoo

Jahan

Jun

Joshua

Jinyoung

Jungwon

J.Seph

Jin

Joy

Jongho

Johnny

Jisung

Jooheon

Kun

Kai Kamal Huening

Kim Byeongkwan

Keoho

Kris

Kihyun

Key

Karina

Louis

Lu Han

Mingu

MJ

Mujin

Mashiho

Mingi

Moonbin

Minhyuk

Mark Tuan

Minho

NingNing

Onew

Park Jeongwoo

Peinal

Ravn

Romin

Rano

Suga

Seungyeop

Sunghoon

So Junghwan

Seungkwan

Soul

Sunoo

Seoho

Somin

Suho

Seungmin

San

Seunghwa

Seulgi

Taeil

T.O.P

Taeyang

V

Winter

Woojin

Wendy

Wooyoung

Wow

Wonjun

Won Hyuk

Wonwoo

Xiaojun

Xuimin

Yugyeom

Youngjae

Yunho

Yeosang

Yeonjun

Yejun

Soobin, Jessi, Mark, B.M, Sehun, Kai, Tao, Lisa, Jennie, Jeongin, Leedo, BamBam, Jay B, Vernon, Lee Know, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yuta burst through the door startling Cora. They looked shaken.

    "What is it?" Cora asked worriedly. They ushered her upstairs in a rush.

   "Halazia attacked and are basically making humans their pets. Halazia is giving those assholes a taste of their own medicine. You don't need to be caught up in that when you've helped so many of us and tried helping many more." Namjoon said.

    Suddenly the door slammed open. "Smells like human and hybrid. This human must have quite the collection of pets."

     "Wonder how the bastard is going to like being one of our pets." Another laughed maniacally.

"Shit!" Yuta cursed.

"Those are the Kings of Halazia themselves!" Soobin told the human.

~ ~ ~   ~ ~ ~

The Kings better known as ATEEZ scoured the floor level.

  Yunho surprisingly found the adoption papers with a permission slip for everyone of the hybrids there to be able to work as well as their own bank accounts and everything. "Hey guys! Come here!"

   As soon as they walked into the little office they saw several pictures of multiple hybrids smiling happily with a gorgeous human girl. Wooyoung and Seongwha weren't about to fall for this human's trick. In fact Wooyoung and Seongwha went upstairs to find her.

   "We will protect you, Cora." A voice said.

   "You saved us when you didn't have to. Most of us would be dead if not for you." A second voice said.

  "You are our saving grace. Our family. You protect us provide us with a home and freedom and we will always protect you." Said a third.

   "I love you guys so much! You're the best family a girl could have!" A female voice replied.

The two hybrids smirked before storming into the room. Luckily for them the girl was just in front of them so Wooyoung grabbed her wrist harshly taking her down with them.

"Get back here assholes!" All the hybrids screamed after them before following.

  "Here she is, Captain." Wooyoung said pushing her into the dragon hybrid.

    "What's a human doing all the way out here anyway? Shouldn't you be in the town with the other humans?" The dragon asked as he held her in front of him.

    "Why would she? She's the only good human in this rotten town.She saw how our previous owners treated us and she had a fortune as well as this house from her deceased father." Jay B said as they all made their way towards them.

"She was a sympathizer. Here in this little fucked up place that's as good as being a hybrid.The only reason they don't bother us is not only because we live out here but her family is very well respected." Lisa said as Vernon snatched her back. Cora was slightly shaken and nuzzled into the Rottweiler's chest. That caused the Kings to let out dangerous growls.

  They growled back fiercely ready to protect their girl at any cost. San pushed a hidden button on his ear ring which led to a large group coming in and surrounding them as Mingi stalked up to Vernon and yanking Cora into his chest.

    "What's going to happen to them? They won't be punished for trying to protect me will they?" She looked up at Mingi with scared eyes terrified for her family.

"They'll be fine but you're coming with us." Mingi led her outside and to the car pulling her into his lap. She stiffened not daring to move. He rubbed circles into her hips as she slowly relaxed in his hold. She soon fell asleep.

~ ~ ~   ~ ~ ~   ~ ~ ~

   "She is very concerned about those hybrids. She didn't ask what was going to happen to her but wanted to make sure they weren't in trouble for protecting her." Mingi reported after leaving her in her new room with the door locked.

  San decided he liked the girl and she smelled amazing so he went into her room relocking the door before cuddling with her. About an hour later Seongwha and Wooyoung stormed angrily into her room waking both San and Cora as Seongwha yanked her to him roughly as Wooyoung gently but forcefully grabbed San. Cora tried pulling away from the harsh grip causing Seongwha to tighten his grip more. She whimpered from the harshness of his hold on her wrist.

  "Stop hurting her! She was literally just sleeping! If we hurt her for no reason how are we better than the humans we overtake?" San demands.

    "What's going on here?" Yeosang and Yunho walked in the room. Yunho saw the grip Seongwha had on the girl and her pained face. "What happened?"

  "I came to her room to cuddle and took a nap with her. We were asleep until these two barged in yanking us out of bed. Seongwha is hurting her she tried getting her hand out of his painful grip but of course he seems to think that means he needs to tighten his grip instead of loosen it." San said glaring at Seongwha as he spoke.

  "Let her go." Yunho orders.

   "Come over here, sweetness. Yeosang ordered when Seongwha finally released her. She timidly walked up to him as soon as she was within reach he pulled her to his chest running his fingers through her hair and pushing her face into the crook of his neck. She calmed instantly. After seeing her with the Rottweiler he realized she had hybrid behavior so she wasn't like those other humans. He also did his research about what that Persian cat hybrid had said about her family. He had gone to give Hongjoong and Mingi the news when he ran into Yunho and they heard the commotion.

   He wrapped his arms around her and went to the Captain's office with her to hand them the files.

   "Oh she's up." Hongjoong said surprised.

   "Yeah awoken harshly and with a bruised wrist curtesy of Seongwha. San was in there napping and cuddling with her when him and Wooyoung barged in. Yunho and I caught them. I was on my way here to give you guys this. The Persian wasn't lying." Yeosang replied.

  "JaeBeom isn't one to lie. I was a sympathizer which was the worst offense in the town. I had to buy them so those horrible people couldn't hurt them anymore. You saw the paper work for the guys I'm guessing. That was the only way they could be free. I'm not their owner I'm their sister." She said glancing at the hybrids.

  Hongjoong gave her a small smile which she shyly returned.

  "Cute." Mingi and Yeosang whispered. Yeosang pushed her towards Hongjoong watching her with a reassuring look. When she stood next to his desk he pulled her into his lap much to her surprise.

    "Lucas and the others mentioned you guys were going to make humans your pets and give them a taste of their own medicine. Does that mean they will get their old owners as their pets?" She asked. The boys laughed at how excited she sounded at the thought.

"Would you like to see what that would do to them, Cora?" Mingi asked.

  "I would love to see what they'd do. I'm sure whatever they would do is long overdue for those horrible people." She had a look of disgust on her face.

They laughed.

"Why don't we go get your little family so you can see them get their pets, hm?" Mingi asked.

  "Can we?" She asked excitedly.

   "Of course. It'll just be us and San going though. Mingi, go get him and meet us in the car would you?" Hongjoong asked leading Cora and Yeosang out. He took them to the car and gave her to Yeosang who happily pulled her onto his lap. She blushed causing the hybrids to chuckle fondly as the last two hybrids entered the car.

***Later***

They pulled up and as soon as they got out she was tackled by many hybrids.

“Can’t breathe! You guys weigh as much as an elephant! Get off fatasses!”She chokes in an exaggerated fashion. “Puh-lease. Knock it off bitch.” Jessi laughed. They got up helping a pouty Cora up.

“What are you guys doing here?” Yuta asked.

“Our cute little human wanted to see you guys get your pets. She’s very excited about it honestly. “ San said grinning at her.

“Don’t treat her like the others. She has enough shit she’s had to go through because of her family and other people. If there was ever a human alive who knew just how cruel humans can be it’s her. Just because we were the only ones she had doesn’t mean she didn’t try to save the others too.” Lucas told them.

“Wooyoung and Seongwha are the only ones going out of their way to hurt her. They most likely think she’s putting on some sort of an act and they refuse to fall for it.” Mingi sighed.

They watched as Cora joked around with her family and even managed to make Hongjoong smile and Yeosang laugh. Soon enough they picked their old owners as their pets. Cora looked on with an evil glint in her eyes.

“Let’s hope they show you more mercy than you have them. Honestly, I’m praying that you face the same shit they did. I’d do worst if I was them.” She spat bitterly.

They whisked her back to the limo where she was cuddling in Hongjoong’s lap.

Meanwhile….

Wooyoung went through her stuff at the house. He found a picture of them when they were younger. This was his noona. His Dove. He had to apologize. He grabbed the photos and stuffed them in his backpack. When he got home and saw they were there he ran to the living room.

“Dove-noona.” He whispered. “Youngie?” She turned around only to be engulfed in a hug by a sobbing Wooyoung.

“I’m so sorry, noona. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I missed you so much. After seeing him beat you I thought he’d killed you. I’ve held such a hatred for humanity ever since.” He said. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I never forgot you. After you disappeared I knew I had to do something for the hybrids in town and they became my family.”She just snuggled into Wooyoung’s arms so happy to have home back.

“She’s the girl you always talked about? How do you know?” Seongwha asked. He pulled out the pictures.

“You were trying to find something criminal about me weren’t you, Youngie? You and Seongwha have been thinking I was acting this whole time right? That’s why you’ve been so hostile. You wanted me to be a villain.”

“I’m sorry, Dove. But I’m so glad I did. Otherwise I never would’ve known it was you.”

“I’m also sorry for hurting you. I know now that you really are as sincere as you seem. It’s a pleasure to meet Woo’s Dove.” He smiled.

“And we didn’t take you to be our pet either. We took you cause you are ours.” Mingi said. “Color me confused. What do you mean?” She asked.

“You’re our mate.” San responds taking her from Wooyoung and pulling her into his chest nuzzling into her neck. “But, you’re all mates and Wooyoung and Seongwha hated me? That makes no sense.”

“They wanted you too. They just didn’t want to want you which was why they wanted you to be acting like you were a good person. When your Rottweiler friend took you back we all growled. We didn’t want anyone else touching you.” Yunho said. “Well that was not a response I was expecting. But, they are my family. We made our own pack. My dad died when I was 16 and I’ve been with them since. So I already act more like a hybrid half the time.” She explained. Jongho and Yeosang took her to their room and cuddled getting to know each other.

“So you guys like to sing too.”

[updexnews]

Seoul mayor found dead after leaving message ‘like a will’ – Times of India Park Won-soon (AP file photo) SEOUL: Longtime Seoul City mayor Park Won-soon was found dead, police said on Friday, after his daughter reported him missing saying he had left a message "like a will".

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सियोल के मेयर को 'वसीयत की तरह' संदेश छोड़ने के बाद मृत पाया गया - टाइम्स ऑफ इंडिया

सियोल के मेयर को 'वसीयत की तरह' संदेश छोड़ने के बाद मृत पाया गया – टाइम्स ऑफ इंडिया

पार्क जीता-जल्द (एपी फाइल फोटो)

SEOUL: लंबे समय तक सियोल सिटी के मेयर पार्क जीता-जल्द मृत पाया गया था, पुलिस ने शुक्रवार को कहा, उसकी बेटी ने उसे लापता होने की सूचना देते हुए कहा कि उसने “इच्छा की तरह” एक संदेश छोड़ा था। सियोल मेट्रोपॉलिटन पुलिस एजेंसी ने कहा कि सैकड़ों पुलिस से जुड़े एक खोज के बाद, महापौर का शव उत्तरी सियोल में माउंट बुगाक में आधी रात के आसपास मिला, जहां उसके फोन सिग्नल का…

[khaluisa]

First Stage: ENHYPEN as Dark Romance Trope

His Pretty Doll Face | Yang Jung-won

pairings: Student! Yang Jung-won x Student! reader

warnings: contains themes of abduction, betrayal. obsessive behavior; slight violent scenes.

synopsis: there was a shy boy in your class that everyone around you adored because of his nice personality and pretty face. however, you've always found him strange. you thought that he was too good to be true. but when some weird things started happening around you, things started to change. and so-called nice boy Yang Jung-won made his way to be friends with you.

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Take it or Leave it | Lee Hee-seung

pairings: Psychologist! Lee Hee-seung x female reader

warnings: contains themes of illegal activities, murder attempts; manipulation.

synopsis: you just got married to your boyfriend! Hee-seung who spent three years with you! but right after your marriage your husband starts behaving strangely and you'll find illegal things that Hee-seung had done one by one.

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Bloody Hell | Park Jong-seong

pairings: Agent! Park Jong-seong x Police! reader

warnings: contains themes of murder; both physical and emotional abuse; there will be scenes with cold weapons; describing sensitive topics (vicious murder scenes).

synopsis: your agent! husband Jay's colleagues have been found brutally murdered. your chief will entrust this case to you. while you and your husband investigate the case, you'll find some evidence that you never expected. as you move from one point to another, you will come to a dead-end.

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16 missed calls | Shim Jae-yoon

pairings: Bully! Shim Jake x female reader

warnings: contains themes of discrimination and bullying. both physical and emotional abuse.

synopsis: your secondary school life was not the brightest. you were an outcast in your school. because of Jake's constant bullying, you couldn't take it anymore and run away. several years later in your high school, you had met your bully! Jake again. but surprisingly Jake didn't recognize you moreover even flirted with you!

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The Runaway Bride | Park Sung-hoon

pairings: Scientist! Park Sunghoon x female reader

warnings: contains themes of freedom restrictions, strong obsessive behavior. suggestive scenes here and there.

synopsis: Park Sung-hoon, the genius of all the time, has experimented on himself and brought out his darkest desires. at the same time, he and your parents arranged the two of you into a marriage. when you see his strange behavior, you try to escape before your marriage. but after all, you can't escape from the genius that has become the psychopath.

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Taboo Love | Kim Su-noo

pairings: College student! Kim Su-noo x Professor! reader

warnings: slight age difference, but reader and sunoo are both adults. slight obsessive behavior; manipulation

synopsis: the fifth grader student! Kim Su-noo, had fallen in love with the twelfth grader student you! it was a mere innocent child's crush. but unfortunately, when you graduated, you're gone like a stone thrown into the water. after looking for you for a very long time, he saw you lecturing at the university he has entered!

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Pointed Gun | Nishimura Ri-ki

pairings: Student! Nishimura Ri-ki x Student! reader

warnings: contains themes of blackmailing; cold weapons; mentions of shooting.

synopsis: you get a small note from your secret admirer every morning. at first, the note's context was really sweet, however as time passes by it will get creepier. the letter that once excited you has become the cause of your fear. and the one who sends these letters has turned out to be your stalker.

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[ladyfogg]

Who Wants to be Lonely - Bonus Chapter

Who Wants to be Lonely – Bonus Chapter

Fic Summary: After the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the Upside Down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, Eddie Munson. Lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Violence, Angst, Blood/Slight Gore, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: Who Wants to be Lonely by Kiss. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this for a while but wanted to wait until I finished my work project before jumping in because I knew as soon as I did it would take all my focus. Warnings include unprotected sex, cockwarming, and breeding kink because of course. Hope you like it!

Mentions of Will/Mike, Lucas/Max, Dustin/Susie, and Nancy/Robin.

After Vecna died, there was a sense of, “What happens now?”

He’d been everyone’s focus for so long, in the days following his death, you didn’t know what to do. Eventually, you healed, you moved on, yet stayed together. You couldn’t bear to be apart for long. You’d become this large goofy as shit family who loved being with each other.

You and Eddie moved out of Hawkins, away from the difficult past that still haunts you both.

The others followed. You all ended up getting various plots of land close together, forming acres of hikeable woods and family within walking distance. Uncle Wayne and Susan parked their trailer on the outskirts of yours and Eddie’s land and visit often, babysitting MJ when you two need a break.

Which is often. Because your child…is a lot.

Hopper and Joyce found a rundown house and fixed it up together. Most of the huge holiday celebrations happen there because it’s the only place that fits everyone. Dustin and Susie are the only others to have settled down, their wedding only several months away.

El decided once Vecna was dead that she wanted to travel. She’d seen so little of the world and now that she didn’t have to fight anymore, she wanted to experience things, to learn and see everything she could. She and Mike left together and after about a month, Mike returned alone. Yeah, that didn’t go over well with Hopper, until El called him and told him a million times that she was fine and needed to do this on her own.

After their break-up, Mike spiraled and Will was there for him the entire time.

They moved into a small two bedroom cabin not far from the others, though, you and Eddie know for a fact the second bedroom is Will’s art studio. MJ told Eddie so after they babysat once and he’d been so fucking curious about it ever since. The last time they were over for movie night, Eddie caught them holding hands and excitedly slapped your arm until you looked too. Neither of you has said anything, knowing that they’ll tell people on their own time.

When she’s not traveling, El lives with Hopper and Joyce, taking classes at the local college. She even spent a semester in London, which had been a huge decision and one that kept Hopper on edge for months. When she came back, there was a confidence about her that couldn’t be shaken and she’s planning another semester abroad, this time in France, after Dustin and Susie’s wedding.

Nancy is an investigative journalist for a small news station in Indianapolis. She recently won an award for an undercover piece she did on a local corrupt politician and there’s been talk of her being poached by one of the larger stations. She’s coy about it, focused more on the stories themselves rather than the accolades, of which she has a shit ton.

Robin left with Nancy and now owns a small bookstore in the city. She’s constantly bringing books over for MJ whenever they visit. MJ actually had her first sleepover at her “Aunties” place and came back with yet another stack of books and talk of wanting to be a reporter like her cool Aunt Nancy. Eddie and you take it with a grain of salt because the week before she wanted to be a dinosaur, and before that a mermaid. Regardless, her room is covered with books. Hopper and Wayne had to build shelves into MJ’s walls to fit them all.

Jonathan was listless for a few years but eventually returned to his love of photography. He now takes photos for several travel magazines and is currently in some jungle somewhere, trying to capture a rare species or something like that. Eddie wasn’t super paying attention when Joyce was gushing about it because he was trying to keep his daughter from shoving a carrot up her nose for some god-forsaken reason.

Steve is a guidance counselor for the local high school. He’d actually gone to college with El and studied psychology. After everything everyone had been through, and the hell that high school was, he wanted to do something to help future generations. His love life is still in shambles but he went on a date with a guy the other night and when Eddie told you, you had to fish five dollars out of your pocket because he absolutely called it.

“Sweetheart, a bi man can spot another a mile away,” he had said, happily taking the money.

Dustin and Susie both do contract work for the government. Now that the computer industry is booming, they’re paid extremely well, though what they actually do isn’t quite clear. Eddie doesn’t bother asking questions. The less he knows, the better. Dustin and Will take turns running Dungeons and Dragons game nights at the community center and now that the stupid Satanic Panic is over, they’re drawing a fair amount of regular players.

Max and Lucas are together and live on the property opposite Dustin and Susie. Though they have no plans to marry anytime soon, they haven’t broken up since he came back from the Upside Down. Lucas is enrolled in the state college on a basketball scholarship, studying physical therapy. He helped Max a lot during her recovery, and helped you as well. He found he enjoyed it. Max takes classes from time to time, but she still isn’t sure what she wants to do.

There’s no rush. Given everything this family did, the government keeps you all well-paid for your efforts. And because they’re terrified of Eleven.

And then, there’s you, Eddie, and MJ.

Eddie used his government money to open a small garage. He and his uncle fix cars for the locals and have a great reputation for doing a better job than some of the bigger garages. It feels nice. To have people smile and wave when they see the three of you in public. All of that “freak” stigma is gone and business is booming. He could easily expand Munson Motor Repair if he wants to but he’d rather keep it small. At least this way he’s home evenings and weekends.

You’ve been home with MJ since she was born and although some days it’s hard to keep up with her with your bad leg, you’ve told Eddie multiple times you’re perfectly content doing whatever you want. Sometimes that’s gardening with Joyce, sometimes it’s writing, and other times it’s watching terrible day time TV and roasting the storylines with Max. Who is technically Eddie’s stepcousin but he calls her sister. The first time he did, she got really emotional and hugged him. It was the only time she did and he will never forget it.

MJ is five, almost six years old. Eddie has been not so subtlety dropping hints he wants another. And by dropping hints, he mentioned it last year and you said, “Go hell, Munson.”

He’s patient. He can wait.

One hot day in August, he finds himself working on a car, hair pulled up in a sweaty ponytail and Metallica blaring from the large boom box in the corner. Which means he’s completely unaware that little footsteps are creeping up behind him.

At first.

He finishes what he’s working on and closes the hood of the car, just in time to see his daughter’s reflection in the windshield. Smirking, he wipes his hands on a rag, waiting until she’s only an inch away. Then, before she can scare him, he turns around and goes, “What are you doing?!”

She screeches like a fucking banshee, letting out peels of laughter as she falls on the greasy garage floor.

“Daddy! You scared me!” she says through her rolling laughs that always get Eddie going no matter what mood he’s in.

“Hey, you were trying to scare me!” he giggles, scooping her off the floor and tickling her.

She screeches again and he swears the glass rattles. “No! No tickles!”

“Yes! The tickle monster is here!”

MJ is wiry and quick, and she’s out of Eddie’s arms within seconds. “Are you done working yet?” she asks, face split into a wide grin.

Eddie swears she’s his doppelganger, something that you constantly joke about. You always say you carried her for nine months only to find out Eddie cloned himself. Even now, with her wild hair and too-long bangs she’s his splitting image.

“I can be,” he says, tossing the rag to the side. He turns off the music. “Why, what do you want to do?”

“Grandpa Hopper is cooking burgers and mommy is in the pool. She told me to get my swimsuit but I want YOU to come swimming too! Come on! Come with me!”

After hours in a stuffy garage, burgers and swimming sound amazing. “Alright, then, Spider Woman, let’s go.” He follows his daughter out of the garage, closing it up behind him. The client won’t be by for their car until tomorrow anyway and they can always call the house if they need it sooner.

As soon as he does, MJ all but monkey climbs up his back, hence her nickname. Eddie stumbles a bit, acutely aware of how big she’s getting. There’s a pang in his chest as nostalgia hits him. He pictures her smaller, how he used to be able to carry her that way for hours.

That desire, deep desire, for another little one rears its head again.

MJ kicks her heels into his side, grabby hands seizing the sides of his head. “Mush!”

Eddie takes a deep breath and jogs towards the house, which is all the energy he can muster at the moment. Eventually, she decides his going too slow and fucking jumps off his back and races ahead of him.

Dear lord she’s fast.

When he finally gets home, he sees MJ run into the house, no doubt going to change into her bathing suit. You’re out in the backyard with the others. A large above-ground pool sits almost in the middle of the properties. Originally it was built for you and Max’s physical therapies but of course everyone loves it. You’re full on lounging on a floaty in a skimpy bikini, sucking down a drink someone mixed for you.

Probably Mike. He’d been into bartending for some reason lately and you and Eddie became his willing test subjects. Eddie and Wayne built a bar as part of the outside patio area and it’s great to see it get some use. Hopper is nowhere in sight but the grill is on so he’s most likely inside getting the burgers ready.

Eddie’s attention is immediately drawn to you. Fuck, he loves seeing you in that bathing suit, which you are well-aware. “Hey, there, sweetheart,” he says, leaning on the edge of the pool as you float towards him. “Looking good.”

“Feeling good,” you say with a grin. You hold out your drink. “Want some?”

“Of the drink or you?”

“Play your cards right and we’ll see later.”

Eddie leans forward for a kiss, and is completely blindsided by a wave of water as Dustin jumps off the pool deck screeching, “CANNONBALL!”

Doused head to toe, Eddie sputters as you laugh your ass off, drench now as well.

“Henderson, you’re dead!” Eddie yells, yanking his shirt off and kicking out of his shoes.

He hops out of his socks and, still in his work shorts, he vaults himself over the edge, directly into the pool. Dustin screams and tries to swim away, leading to a violent water wrestling match.

You keep drinking and Susie, who’s lounging on a lawn chair under a floppy sun hat just shakes her head, more than used to her fiancé’s antics. “You brought that on yourself, Dusty Buns,” she says, going back to the massive book she’s reading.

Max, in a matching sun hat, is by her side. Susie’s been reading out loud to her, while Max’s seeing eye dog, Kas, lounges between them. Max picked up braille easy enough but listening to the others read is something she enjoys and has turned into a bonding experience.

“Five bucks says Eddie wins,” she says to Susie.

“Deal,” Susie giggles.

Meanwhile, MJ comes running out of the house in her bathing suit, Nancy and Robin on her heels. “Mommy, Daddy! The aunties are here!”

Eddie dunks Dustin under the water, waving at the new arrivals, before Dustin breaks free and tries to dunk him. MJ runs up the stairs to the pool deck and with that banshee scream of hers, jumps into the water. Her splash is nothing compared to Dustin’s but when she comes up, he cheers loudly.

“Awesome job, gremlin!” Dustin says.

Now that his daughter is in the pool, Eddie stops trying to drown Dustin. “Sweet jump, baby girl. You’re getting good at those!”

“Jumpies! JUMPIES!”

Eddie, already feeling the exhaustion from work, is about it suggest something else but Dustin swoops in. “I got this.”

He grabs MJ and starts bouncing up and down in the water, while she flails and laughs.

Appreciating the distraction, Eddie swims over to you, finally getting that kiss. He’ll never get over how kissing you now feels exactly how it did the first time. Thrilling, exciting, perfect. Eddie thinks about that first kiss a lot and about how much things have changed for the better since then.

You kiss him back before letting him finish whatever drink you’ve become buzzed on. Nancy and Robin move towards the pool to say hello.

“Hey, guys!” you say excitedly. “Didn’t know you were coming over!”

“Hell yeah, it’s hot as hell and why go to the public pool when we have the family one?” Robin says, taking her hat off and shoving her sunglasses on top of her head. The movement pushes her hair away, revealing the scarred remains of her right ear.

That’s another reason the home pool is great. All of you have scars, physical scars that are incredibly obvious when in swimsuits. At home, no one stares. No one has questions. You all can enjoy yourselves without strangers gawking and whispering.

MJ asked about Eddie’s scars once. You and he are pretty straight forward with her, though he did have trouble navigating the question. “Daddy got attacked by monsters. But Mommy helped him get better,” he told her.

“Where are the monsters now?” MJ had asked with her wide brown eyes.

“They’re gone, baby. You don’t need to worry about them.”

Thankfully, she accepted the answer without any follow up questions. But you and Eddie know that when she’s a teenager, you want to tell her the full story.  

“Hamburgers are going on the grill!” Hopper’s booming voice travels from his and Joyce’s property, as he carries a large tray of raw hamburgers and hotdogs. Joyce, Lucas, El, and Will follow with several foil wrapped dishes. “Tell me now if you want cheese!”

A chorus of “ME!” sounds from around the backyard from pretty much everyone.

Eddie watches from the pool, leaning on your floaty. He takes his wet hair out of the ponytail. It’s super long. He’s been meaning to get it cut but there’s barely any time. Besides, when it’s this length, you like to pull on it during sex and he really likes that.

You smile at him, pushing his bangs out of his face. “How was work?” you ask.

“Same old, same old. Have jobs scheduled all the way through next week.”

“That’s awesome, I’m so proud of you.”

Eddie leans in for another kiss. “I’m proud of you too, sweetheart.”

MJ swims over to interrupt. “Mommy, can I have a turn on the floaty?” she asks.

“No, get your own,” you tease.

Eddie laughs as MJ huffs. “You HAVE to SHARE, Mom!” She only says ‘Mom’ when she’s exasperated and Eddie thinks it’s the fucking cutest. Actually, pretty much everything she does is the cutest.  

“She has a point,” he says.

Sighing dramatically, but hiding a smile, you say, “Fiiiine. I guess.” And slide into the pool.

Eddie lifts MJ onto the floaty and she paddles away towards Robin, who is sitting on the deck, dangling her legs in the water.

“Auntie Robin, guess what. Guess what I read!”

“Ooo, tell me, Little Mun!”

The two bookworms will be talking non-stop for the next minute, at least.

Eddie leans back against the edge of the pool and you snuggle into his side. “Ey, Wheeler!” you call to Mike, lifting your empty glass. “Whatever that was tasted awesome.”

“That wasn’t a mixed drink,” Mike calls back from the bar. “I literally just spiked your lemonade.”

“And you did a damn fine job of it.”

Nancy, who’s still standing by the side of the pool, chuckles and takes the empty cup from you. “Don’t mind if I do. Spiked lemonade sounds good to me,” she says, heading towards her brother.

Eddie stares around at his family. He never gets tired of having everyone in one place. Well, almost everyone.

Susan and Uncle Wayne are on vacation, the first one they’ve been comfortable taking in who fucking knows how long. Come to think of it, Eddie doesn’t think his uncle’s had a trip since Eddie was a kid. They fucking deserve it.

Steve was recruited to help run his school’s summer camp but he should be coming home soon.

Lucas, Will, and Mike are standing around the bar, talking D&D. El and Nancy are helping Joyce set the big picnic table while Hopper grills away.

Eddie’s eyes stray to you as you watch your daughter with a smile. She’s talking a mile a minute, hands gesturing as she does. Robin is doing the same thing and he can’t even follow what they’re saying. When those two get going, it’s like they’re speaking a whole other language.

You turn to meet his gaze and he hugs you close. “Hey, guess what,” you say, low so only he can hear.

“What?”

You lean in, your lips brushing his earlobe in the process. “I’m ready.”

Eddie frowns, totally blindsided and confused. “For what?”

Chuckling, you draw back and raise your eyebrow. “For what you’ve been wanting but been waiting patiently for. I’m ready.”

It takes a second.

You stare at Eddie in amusement as he flounders and then, it clicks and his eyes light up. Oh. OH. Eddie’s heart about leaps out of his throat and all he can do is give you a wide-eyed stare.

“Wait…do you mean…?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

Eddie’s breathing picks up. You’re ready. You’re actually ready for another baby.

Eddie’s mind immediately goes to the dirtiest of places. No more condoms or pulling out. He gets to fuck you raw and come inside you, two things he loves but hasn’t been able to do much of in the last few years. More importantly, you two get to actively try this time. MJ had been a wonderful surprise but the idea of doing it on purpose does things to Eddie he’s not expecting.

You must be able to read his expression because you start cracking up. With a wave of your hand, you splash him with water. “Cool yourself down, Munson.”

Eddie watches you dive under the water and swim away, like you didn’t just fucking destroy him with one sentence.

His mind is buzzing. He already knows you’re going to start tonight. There’s no way you can tell him that and not anticipate him being ready to go as soon as possible. It takes all his willpower not to picture exactly what he’s going to do to you because he does not want to pop a boner in front of everyone. Thank god the water’s cold.

From across the pool, he watches you surface behind MJ, leaning on the floaty to listen to her and Robin’s conversation. It’s like his heart is outside his body. Seeing the two of you together fills him with a love he never knew existed. And now. Now, you want another. Another part of Eddie’s heart out in the world.

Maybe a boy this time. Or another girl, maybe one who looks like you.

“You alright, man?” Dustin asks as he walks by outside the pool, a beach towel draped around his shoulders.

“I’m fucking fantastic,” Eddie says with a grin.

Eddie wishes he can say he had a relaxing evening.  

He’s on edge the whole time, practically bouncing in his seat. The food and company are great and all but he is impatient and ready to get you alone. Meanwhile, you’re being totally relaxed and normal. And it’s driving him nuts because he knows it’s all an act. He can tell when you reach under the table to squeeze his bouncing knee, then let your hand wander up to briefly stroke his thigh.

Eddie is going to absolutely wreck you when he gets you alone.

The day winds down and night falls. Everyone retreats to their homes to relax. MJ is getting tired. After spending most of the day with you outside, running around and playing, mixed with swimming and a great dinner, her eyes are drooping as she sits on the little mini couch Joyce bought her. She’s attempting to read but keeps nodding off.

“Looks like she’s ready for bed early,” you say giving Eddie an innocent smile that he doesn’t believe for a second.

“It’s almost like someone made her run around and be super active all day so that she’d be really tired tonight.”

“What possible reason could they have for that?”

Eddie leans in to whisper into your ear. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

“I’m counting on it.” You smirk and then glance over at your daughter, your expression softening as you nudge Eddie to look.

MJ is fully slumped onto her side, a book still open in her lap but she’s out cold. Eddie slides his arm around you. “I still can’t fucking believe she’s ours. I mean, look at that face! We made that!”

Chuckling, you kiss him on the cheek. “We sure did. Why don’t you put her to bed?”

Eddie knows what that means. Sexy times.

He gets up from his spot on the couch and leans down to scoop his daughter into his arms. It’s even harder now that she’s dead weight but when she shifts in her sleep, she drapes her arms over his shoulders and snuggles into his neck. His heart can’t take it sometimes. There’s so much love in his life. Old memories remind him that wasn’t always the case and he’s grateful every fucking day for the life he has.

In her room, Eddie carefully places MJ on her messy bed, piled high with all the stuffed animals her aunts and uncles insist on spoiling her with. He tucks her in, making sure she has her favorite blankie. Eddie bought it when he heard you were pregnant. It was actually the first thing that he ever bought specifically for her. The fact that it’s MJ’s favorite is a wonderful bonus.

He takes a moment and smiles, watching her adorable, serene face, her hair wild from her bath earlier and her bangs sticking in all directions. They’re going to need a trim soon but he knows you’ll take care of it like you always do. Probably before she goes back to school.

Eddie slips out of the room, giving her a final smile before closing the door behind him.

Now, the real fun begins.

You’re not in the living room anymore. The rest of the house is silent, lights off and doors locked. Still, Eddie double-checks them. The fear and paranoia brought on by Vecna have never gone away. Even on perfect days like this, it’s there, lingering in the back of his mind, even though it’s been nearly six years since the Upside Down was closed for good.

He’s not the only one who feels it.

All of you do. All of you have plans and procedures in place in case it happens again. Eddie and you insisted on recreating the bunker and Hopper agreed. It’s under his and Joyce’s house for safety reasons (you were not okay with MJ being so close to any weapons, let alone an arsenal). Each of your properties has a secret tunnel that leads there, accessible by a special code and computers that Dustin and Susie set up. Eddie’s not sure how it all works but he knows, if the apocalypse comes, you’ll be ready.

But tonight’s not about the past. It’s about the future.

Eddie finds you in the master bathroom. You’re humming to yourself as you wash away the sunscreen and chlorine. He wastes no time stripping down to join you. Sliding into the shower, he stands for a second and admires, takes in your naked frame. God he loves you, every bit of you. From your scars to the faded stretch marks left behind after your first pregnancy. Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly lovey, he’ll lay with you in bed, kissing each and every mark.

Like you did for him, once upon a time. Like you still do every chance you get.

You glance over your shoulder, water from the showerhead cascading down your face and back. “You just going to stand there or are you going to help me wash up?”

“Can’t I check out my smoking hot wife for a minute?”

You smile, biting your lip as you take him in. “Fine. You check me out and I’ll check you out.”

“Come here.”

Eddie pulls you against his chest, his lips eagerly seeking yours. Any exhaustion he might have felt is nowhere to be found once he has his arms around you. The heat of your slippery body calls to him, begs for him to do all the things he loves doing.

When you draw back, you gaze at him with admiration. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, pass me the soap.”

You and Eddie take turns washing each other. Hands stroke soapy flesh while mouths connect every few seconds. He needs to feel your lips on his. It’s as essential to him as breathing. He knows he’d die without your kisses.

Once you’re both clean, Eddie turns and sits you on the seat in the shower. He installed it for you for the days when your leg is bad. But, it’s gotten sexier usage over the years.

Eddie kneels between your spread legs, mouth eager for something else. He trails his kisses between your tits, down your stomach, to your waiting mound.

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue, one hand grabbing the nearby safety bar. The other tangles into his wet hair. Spurred on by your reaction and his own desire, Eddie sucks greedily at your folds.

The taste of you never gets old. It’s always overwhelmingly addictive. He can never get enough. Eight years together and his craving for you is as strong as that night in the Upside Down bunker. He knew then that your body would be the only one he’d want from then on and he was right. To him, nothing is sweeter than your slick arousal.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, groaning when you tug excitedly on his hair. Normally, he tries to take his time with you. It was the silent vow he made when he survived Vecna. He had told himself once he got back to you, he'd spend the rest of his life making sure you were well taken care of, emotionally and physically.

Tonight is different.

Tonight, Eddie’s lust is fueled by something other than love, something deep and carnal.

You want another baby. So does he. And he’s going to fuck you as many times as he needs to make that happen.

You moan his name. Eddie hums in appreciation, burying his tongue into you without warning. You gasp and squirm, wet body slipping underneath his arms. He’s already hard and his dick twitches persistently, knowing what he really wants. Once he gets you out of the shower and into bed, he knows his urges will take over and he’s going to want to sink his dick into you. So he’s taking the time now to make sure you’re good and ready for him.

Judging by the wetness on his lips and the way you’re moaning, he’s doing a damn good job.

“Eddie, baby, wait…” you whimper, tugging on his hair again to get his attention.

Eddie stops, lifting his head to look up at you. “What’s wrong? Is it your leg?”

You shake your head, eyes glazed with desire and smile soft. “No, nothing. I just don’t want to cum like this.”

“How do you want to cum, sweetheart?”

“With you inside me.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

You grab for him at the same time he leans in for a kiss. It’s urgent and harsh. Your teeth graze his bottom lip, dragging a groan out of Eddie. The shower gets turned off and the two of you stumble out of it, sending water all over the floor. Eddie hopes and prays it’ll always be this way between you two. That you always get excited for each other, that you always kiss like your life depends on it. That you lose track of your surroundings because you’re so enthralled by the other’s lips.

In his heart, he knows it will be.

Hastily drying yourselves before leaving the towels on the floor, Eddie’s mouth is back on yours as he directs you out of the bathroom and to the bed. You fall onto it with a bounce and a giggle, pushing yourself towards the headboard as Eddie crawls over your body, laying kisses up your bad leg, over your hip, up your torso, stopping briefly to take a firm nipple between his lips. Your breathing hitches when he does and then you’re tugging him into another kiss.

The feeling of your skin on his makes his dick ache with want. Not that it hasn’t been aching this entire time but now it’s persistent, just as eager as he is to feel your tight walls around him.

Eddie draws away from the kiss to look you in the eye. Your legs automatically spread, giving him the space he needs to settle between them. His dick rests on your wet folds and he groans, rutting against the heat shamelessly. You gasp, hips rising from the bed in an attempt to feel more of him.

“Don’t tease me, Munson.”

Chuckling, Eddie nuzzles your cheek, laying sweet kisses along your jaw. “You have to say the magic words.”

You slide a hand into his hair, turning his head so that his ear brushes your lips. “Fuck a baby into me, Eddie.”

Holy shit those were not the words he was thinking about. He was thinking about ‘I love you’ but that works too.

Reaching down to take hold of himself, Eddie makes eye contact while pushing the head of his dick into your waiting body. The tight heat greedily draws him in and he lets out a moan, snapping his hips forward to bury himself completely with one swift move.

Perfection. Utter perfection, every single time.

Eddie fucks himself in and out of you with deep, rough thrusts. His eagerness and desire make it impossible to go slow. Not tonight. Not when you’re finally ready to have another baby, not when he’s been waiting for this for years. Not when you’re so open and honest with your love that he has to pinch himself every day to make sure this isn’t some sort of cruel dream. It’s not. It’s real. And more than anything he could have ever hoped for.

You’ve given him so much. A family. A home. A life. Your life, your body, your heart. He treasures all of it. Without you, he would have died in the Upside Down and he would have been alone. Even before he loved you he was ready and willing to sacrifice his life for yours. And yet, you didn’t let him. You made him fight, made him realize how much he truly mattered, how much meaning his life had. He thinks about it all the time, pictures the two of you huddled together in the convenience store, you curled against his back sharing his leather jacket.

How could he have known this is where you would end up?

In his wildest dreams, he never would have guessed that he’d be making love to you in his own house, that you would be his wife and the mother of his child.

Children.

Eddie cums quicker than he’d like. Body slick with sweat, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, his grinding movements putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit to have you squirming and moaning. Knowing he’s close, he worms his hand between your gyrating bodies, thumb seeking your sensitive nub and dragging his name from your lips. You clamp down around him and that’s all it takes to undo him completely.

He cums inside you. It’s a lot. Between the excitement of filling you and the number of days it’s been since you two have done this, he cums so much that he can feel it starting to leak out as he keeps thrusting. No, no that won’t do at all. He gives a final thrust and stays there, buried deep within your twitching walls as your mouths collide in sloppy kisses.

It doesn’t matter how long he has to wait, he’s not moving until he’s sure your body has taken every single drop.

Nestled among the rumpled bed sheets, his body still covering yours, you and Eddie kiss like you have all the time in the world. Because you do. You finally do.

You settle back against the pillows, a lazy smile on your face. “How you doing, big boy?” you ask, stroking his back.

Eddie hums in satisfaction, burying his face in your neck. “Never better, sweetheart.”

You’re silent for a moment, your hand following the same path up and down his back, almost enough to lull Eddie to sleep. “Eddie,” you ask in a small voice after several long moments have passed. “Do you still have the bad dreams?”

Eddie shifts just enough to expose your tits. His fingers tracing idle circles around one of them, his cheek using the other as a pillow. “Occasionally. Not all the time but they’ve never gone away.”

“Me too.”

“Did you have one recently?”

You don’t answer, only nod. He hears your steady heartbeat suddenly increase as you recall what you dreamt about.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Eddie says, lifting his head to look you in the eye. “You know that I’ll always be here. We all will always be here.”

You smile but he can still see the ghost of your fears in your eyes. “I know. I love you. So much.”

“I love you to the fucking Upside Down and back.”

He kisses you, wishing he could take the pain away, wishing he could take it all on himself so that you never have to be that scared and worried again. He knows that’s not how things work. He also knows that you’re strong, fucking strong as hell, and that as time keeps moving, it’ll get easier. It won’t go away, but it’ll lessen. Just like it has over the last six.

“I wonder what we’ll have this time,” you say, running your hands through his hair as he lays back down on your chest.

“As long as they’re happy and healthy, it doesn’t matter to me.” Eddie can feel his dick twitching. Being nestled in your warmth is starting to get to him and he knows he’ll be hard again soon. He pushes himself up on his hands to hover over you, grinning as he rolls his hips forward.

You gasp and moan, back arching erotically. Eddie runs a hand up your torso, between your tits, and up to your neck. He gently squeezes, drawing your attention to him.

“I hope you’re ready, sweetheart,” he groans, giving you a thrust, hard enough to shake your shuddering body. “It’s going to be a long night.”

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Seoul's mayor found dead, after seven-hour search

Seoul’s mayor found dead, after seven-hour search

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Park Won-soon’s body was found on Bukak mountain in Seoul’s Seongbuk-gu neighborhood, just after midnight on Friday local time. The area is very close to his official residence in Jongno-gu.

Police did not reveal how the mayor died, in order to protect his privacy, but they have ruled out foul play.

No suicide note was left behind, and his belongings were found nearby, said Choi Ik-soo,…

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दक्षिण कोरिया: यौन उत्पीड़न के आरोपी सियोल के लापता मेयर का शव बरामद

दक्षिण कोरिया: यौन उत्पीड़न के आरोपी सियोल के लापता मेयर का शव बरामद

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सियोल के मेयर का शव बरामद सियोल (Seoul) के लापता मेयर का शव शुक्रवार को बरामद कर लिया गया. पहले पुलिस को शक था कि यौन उत्पीड़न के आरोपों को झेल रहे मेयर फरार हो गए हैं. पुलिस ने बताया कि करीब सात घंटे के सघन तलाशी अभियान के बाद मेयर पार्क…

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Seoul's mayor found dead, after seven-hour search

Seoul’s mayor found dead, after seven-hour search

Park Won-soon’s body was found on Bukak mountain in Seoul’s Seongbuk-gu neighborhood, just after midnight on Friday local time. The area is very close to his official residence in Jongno-gu.

Police did not reveal how the mayor died, in order to protect his privacy, but they have ruled out foul play.

No suicide note was left behind, and his belongings were found nearby, said Choi Ik-soo, an…

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🕸️Haunted🕸️

🕸️Part 1 🕸️

Summary: House flipper, Y/N Harris is in charge of fixing up the old Thrombey residence. When an accident occurs while on the job, Y/N starts to think she's going crazy

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, Ghost!Ransom Drysdale

Movie/TV Show: Defending Jacob, Knives Out

Word Count: 1,027

Warnings: (Each part will have it's own warning labels.) Smut in this one. Andy getting his dessert 😏, nipple play, p in v

Y/N hung up the phone, biting her lip to keep herself from exploding at the deal just made. The Thrombey residence was up for grabs and you'd been itching to get your hands on it.

Being a long time fan of Harlan Thrombey's novels, you were sad to hear of his passing and shocked to hear that it was his grandson, Ransom, who was arrested for his murder.

Ransom himself was found dead earlier in the week under suspicious circumstances. Gossip magazines claimed he'd hung himself, while online trolls claimed that he was killed in prison for being too pretty for a place like that. 

No matter how he died, it was all still sad. Marta Cabrera, who inherited the house from Harlan, wanted to move away from all the drama that Thrombey/Drysdale brought upon her life. You were chosen very carefully and after an intense interview, Marta had picked you to sell the mansion to.

Your heart beat faster at the prospect of getting your hands on it to repair and slightly remodel. You had to tell someone and you knew just the person… your boyfriend of two years, Andy Barber.

Jumping out of your chair, you grab your coat and bag, quickly telling your coworker that you were leaving for the night.

"You should head home too, Kylie. Looks like a storm is about to happen,"

She smiled and waved, gathering her stuff as well. 

The ride home was rather quick, the skies darkening. Andy was home, having texted you earlier that he'd won his case. Today was just a win, win all the way around for the both of you.

As soon as you were parked, you got out of the car just as it started to sprinkle. With quick strides you made it inside before getting drenched.

"Andy?" You called out, shutting the door and dropping your bag.

"Hey honey," he said, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

The smells of a pot roast hit you, your tummy growling since you skipped lunch, but you ignored it though. You wanted to tell Andy the news.

"You're not gonna believe it!" You danced on your top toes.

Andy's eyes widened, "You got the mansion?!"

"I got the fucking mansion!" You squealed.

Andy rushed you, picking you up in a bear hug. 

He hugged you tightly, laying a series of kisses on your neck, "I'm so proud of you honey,"

You pulled back, cupping his cheeks, "And you, winning your case today! I'm proud of you too!" You both shared a celebratory kiss.

"Today's been a damn good day,"

Andy bit his lip, giving your behind a good squeeze, "Yeah, it has. Why don't you go take a bath; we'll have dinner and really celebrate later,"

"I love the way you think Barber,"

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Later that night, you were laid out on the bed, Andy between your legs, devouring you. He sucked on your clit, making your back arch as you moaned loudly.

"Andy please," 

He kissed your lower lips as if he were kissing your mouth, the soft drag of his tongue getting you closer to the edge.

"Give me one more honey. Just one more," he said, his voice deep. 

He gently pushed his index and middle finger into you, curling them just right.

"Andy!" You moaned, your gasp sharp.

"There we go," He praised, his fingers gently massaging your harden nub as he kissed his way up your torso.

You felt energized, ready for Andy to just lay back as you pleased him. With a soft push on his shoulders, he laid down, grinning. 

You threw your leg over his waist, straddling him, his cock standing tall as it rested against your mound.

"I love you honey," he said, rubbing your thighs.

Rising to your knees, you took hold of his cock and placed him at your entrance. As you slowly sank down, you moaned, "Love you too, Andy,"

"Fuuuuck," he whined, watching him disappear into you.

Placing your hands on his chest, you rocked your hips, letting Andy slowly slip in and out of your heat.

"Just like that, baby," he said, gripping your waist, "Nice and slow,"

You tucked your feet further under his ass, making him go even deeper, "Gah, you feel so damn good Andy,"

Andy ran his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts. He tweaked your nipples as he raised his hips just as yours came down, making both of you moan loudly.

Each other's breathing became heavier, your moans sharper, his deeper; almost to the point of growling. Andy yanked on your arms, bring you forward, which had your breasts bouncing right above his mouth.

He watched you watching him as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it. You could feel his beard and knew you'd be marked up after tonight.

"Fuck, yes… I'm so close Andy,"

Leaving your breast in his mouth as he continued to suckle and toy with your nipple, he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees. Andy held you in place, jackhammering his hips into you hitting your spot with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, cupping his cheek.

You came hard, your back bowing once more. Andy's thrusting became sloppy, his own release spurting deep inside you, making him growl around your tender breast.

His thrusting slowed, his hands going back to your waist to gently move your hips up and down over him to prolong both of your climaxes.

Thunder clapped and lightning lit up the room as you both stilled against one another. Andy gently kissed your nipple, working his way up your breast, to your neck and finally giving you a long and thorough kiss.

"Hmmm, you're incredible," he whispered, smiling

"Feeling is mutual, baby," you said, just as softly.

Giving you another kiss, he rolled the both of you onto your sides, his semihard cock still inside of you.

"Really?" You giggled.

"What?" He chuckled, "you think I'm done with you? Honey, you have another thing coming,"

You scoffed, "Pssft, literally,"

You both laughed, Andy giving you a gentle smack on the ass.