#she asked if i had headphones (i did) and told me where i could hide 😅

[brokenpieces-72]

Hi 👋, I hope you’re having a good day. have you ever heard of the philippine tarsier, a small, big eyed, primate that is nocturnal and when stressed try’s to unalive itself. I was thinking how about a shut in computer analyst who works in the dark away from people because she has severe social anxiety. Who has to at one point try’s to sneak out of her office for some reason and runs into konig who might also have social anxiety but still try’s to help her calm down.

I hope this isn’t too much and hope you like it. 🥰

Oh my goodness I need to start attaching photos of animals at the beginning of these because these little critters are so adorable. I had a great day as of writing this little blurb. I want to call you 🥰anon, because this is a wholesome request. And Konig deserves more good people.

Void

TW/CW: severe social anxiety, mental health inaccuracies (probably), panic attacks, mentions of bullying, let me know if I missed any.

At Kortac, plenty of people wear masks, including the hybrids. You wear one too, but it's not so much to hide your identity as it is to avoid people. Also it's barely a mask, it's a face mask and your hood but it does enough. You don't really wear it often anyways, because Kortac was nice enough to let you have a room to yourself where you could do your work by yourself. You earned yourself the nickname Void, if anyone retrieves a laptop or needs a program to upload during a mission they take it to Void.

Despite your name, you were hardly as threatening. You hid in the dark room for your own benefit, your eyes often freaking people out when you left the room from your pupils being so contricted in the daylight. If you ever stepped out of the room, you did it at night. The few instances that people have seen you as well. If it weren't for a Kortac hoodie, and your laniard, holding you badge, there was a chance someone might try to confront you, thinking you're sneaking around.

People did try to be friendly with you, but you just wanted to escape back to the coziness of your dark room and tech. Seriously, you hated when you were asked to attend briefings. More often than not you got stared at, or saw people whispering about you. Yeah cause that didn't set off your flight reflexes like a spark near propane. Once, your superiors tried to get you to explain how your program would work to everyone present and you just feverishly shook your head, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Luckily someone stepped in to shut down the idea, taking notice of your discomfort. They walked away before you could thank them, feeling obligated to express some gratitude.

On one such meeting you were early, and able to set up your computer and work before someone tried to make you present again. There were a few more attempts before you were given a presenter to assist and even then they would ask if you could try to present. You did practice in your room, but you didn't have an audience to help you build your confidence. You didn't record your voice either, not wanting anyone to make comments. It didn't stop people from making comments about you though. You overheard some regular human mercs coming into the room, but kept your head down. Maybe they thought you had headphones on because they started to make some comments about you, not bothering to whisper. As if you hadn't been called a freak before, yeah your ears were weird, you had a tail, and your eyes were big. Like you didn't know!

"Hey!" one of them called. You tensed, trying to ignore him. No good, he was coming over. Now he saw your name on your laniard. "Hey Void, is the program I requested done yet?"

You looked up at him with your eyes before going back to your current task, shaking your head slightly, and mumbling.

"What?" The merc asked, getting in closer. Personal space much?! You tried to shrink into the chair, wanting to run away.

"N-no... I haven't." You told him. You hoped that would be the end of it. Of course it wasn't. Before he could ask further, the door to the meeting room opened and you saw a familiar face. Okay, familiar face may not be the most accurate, becuase the two of you hadn't talked aside from the normal work exchange and you'd never seen his face with how he always had this hood that made him pretty intimidating. The merc left your personal space, backing off when Konig paused to glare at him. You just tugged further on your hood. Right behind him came Horangi, who'd interacted with you a bit more. Actually he'd been the one to get you out of presenting your work.

"There a problem gents?" Horangi asked. The merc cleared his throat and backed off even more, hiding in the corner. Konig kept looking at you, while you kept hiding behind your computer screen. Once more people arrived, you were able to hide in your seat near the back of the room. The merc kept looking over at you, seemingly annoyed. You knew what was on his laptop and what he was requesting. You should be going to the higher ups to report it, but you don't.

As you stayed in your seat, your knees to your chest on the chair, you watched as your work was dsiplayed for everyone to see. You ignored rhe merc, knowing he would probably ask about it again later. Out of the corner of your eye, a large shape came over to you. You looked up and saw Konig, arms folded and focused on presentation. The merc seemed to avoid looking at you once Konig stood next to you. There had been plenty of rumours about Konig and his hybrid abilities, but you'd never witnessed it yourself. You looked up at him, and could see him look down at you, giving you a nod. You looked away, swallowing. Holy hell, he was tall.

As expected the merc didn't leave you alone, making the request that you help him fix his laptop. Apparently he'd been watching something that had a virus. He wanted you to remove the virus and put in some protective hardware for him. You didn't want to for a couple of reasons. First off, it was a kortac laptop, a work one, so he'd been using it inappropriately. Second, if you do work on a work laptop, you're supposed to log it as it is additonal work and your contract requires direct payment for it. Third, the merc wanted it all done under the table and doing that could get you into a lot of shit if you're found out. The merc wasn't known for discretion, and if he started spreading word that you were doing work on the side and charging them for it outside your contract, you would lose your job. Finding an opportunity like this one where you had your own accommodations wasn't easy to come by. Reporting the request meant you getting pulled into a full discussion, and the merc could easily point fingers.

You moved quietly through the dark halls of the base, having a night shift. Work tasks were put in the mailbox of your office door during the day, and you returned to your room in the evening. Just in case, you had a small cot in your office space that you could sit on to be more comfortable, or to sleep on if you had more work to do in one shift. You could get up, make yourself food during the day. It was a good set up. As you went back and forth, you started to notice Konig more often. He started to give you acknowledgements if you ever passed him in the hall. Then Konig would ask how your sleep was, if you had a lot of work to do. Next thing you knew, Konig would come into the recroom while you were getting yourself some tea, asking if you wanted him to come back later. You were getting used to his presence, and even taking comfort in it.

During your breaks, if he was up late you started to approach him. He often looked tired when you saw him. Training was the only explanation you got. One night you decided to ask him more.

"What kind of training?" You asked, in a small voice.

"Work out." He answered. "What kind of training do you do?"

"Not much. Um... mostly typing exercises." You said, trying to hold your eye contact. Big deep breaths, this was going well. You were okay. This was a conversation, which wasn't easy for you.

"May I ask a question?" Konig requested. No, because the fact he asked if he could ask, meant the question might be personal or maybe awkward, or maybe it was something super intimate. With the warm mug of tea in your hands you took a deep breath before nodding. "What hybrid are you? Your eyes very big."

He didn't know? Really? Then again, you didn't interact with a lot of hyrbids yourself, so maybe it wasn't that weird of a question. Still, you kept tugging at your hood. You're not exactly attractive, and you used to be bullied a lot for it. Stuck with you throughout childhood to adulthood. "Um... tarsier."

"Interesting." Konig said. Something told you he didn;t know what a tarsier was, your tail and eyes could belong to another creature for all he knew. Instead of inquiring further, he stood up and said good night. You wished him a good sleep before heading back to your office. That interaction went better than you expected.

Horangi was waiting by Konig's room smiling at him. KOnig didn't pay him much mind until he said something. "You like em?"

"So far." Konig said, fiddling with the door knob.

"Good, you need more friends." Horangi commented before heading to his own room.

You tried to leave your office again, but the merc was coming down the hall so you ducked back in. He was knocking on your door asking to be let in. The morning was young, barely anyone else would be awake. He was keeping his voice firm, but low enough that no one would wake up. You kept the door locked, and put your headphones on. He can't come in, he won't break down the door, you're safe, safe in your office. The same things run through your head like a program, a firewall to keep you safe.

"I have other work." You finally told him, wanting the knocking and words to stop. You heard a bit more, before it finally stopped.

"I need it done today." He told you before walking away. You knew that already, but you were trying to avoid him, let the pieces fall where they may. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fix his laptop, and just keep everything quiet. It wouldn't be the first time you did favours to avoid confrontation. If you did, he might get his buddies to ask you for free work. The laptop was sitting at your desk next to your monitors. You let out a breath, and then got to work on it, sitting down and opening it.

When he gave you the work order - if you could even call it that since it was written on a sticky note - he explained he had some important documents on there that had gotten hit by a virus after watching some adult content. Honestly how he was able to do that on a work computer with the restrictions you'd programmed in place you weren't sure... wait. If he could figure out how to access restricted sites then why couldn't he fix the issue himself?

You took some time poking around, knowing full well you were gooing into over time. You'd worry about that later, as you started to look around. First was a browser history check, not just the surface. You honestly didn't care what content it was, everyone had their preferences. You found nothing, completely nothing. You were able to uncover his incognito history, and it was blank, not even deleted. Next was his corrupted files. You noticed they'd been renamed, and access had been denied to them. They weren't corrupted though, they were locked. It was a failsafe you'd made yourself, that anyone accessing the files without the proper authority would have them appear as corrupted, but in reality they were just locked, and you cut the key yourself. If anyone stole the files, they would be able to access them, and if they tried to delete them from the system you could recover them.

You connected the laptop to your computer and started to chip away at the files. These were your files, or rather Kortac's files. Highly classified files. Files that shouldn't be leaving Kortac's system, and could compromise a lot of soldiers. You didn't bother reading any of them too closely, you weren't supposed to without being monitored. You wrapped everything up quickly, closing the windows, getting copies of the files on to a fresh new flash drive just in case, and then putting everything back to how it was on the laptop. Unfortunately, this had taken you some hours to do. The sun was up by now. People would be in the halls, and you had to get to your superiors quickly. You texted your superior that you needed to have a meeting with him, saying you'd found something important.

You gather some papers and notes to hide the laptop, and the flashdrive was shoved into your pocket. Once your hand was on the door knob you took a deep breath. Just look at the floor, keep walking, you know where their office is, you could do it. You got this.

You opened the door, and marched down the halls, your legs almost sprinting. You didn't want to run, you had to stay calm in situations like this. Keep walking, ignore everyone, shoot one of them waved at you. Okay just ignore her too, don't let her suspect anything. Keep your head down, keep going. Turn here, or wait...yeah no that was the right way. Almost ther- phone buzzed. Shoot, he's not in his office, you had to go to the briefing room. Damn it that was the other turn, okay, just a 180 and a walk. Your boss will take you aside before he tells the others.

Then you heard the merc calling after you. Your pace picked up as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. There were others in the hall, but they were focused on their own destinations. Focus on yours, maybe he'll leave you alone. Come on, come on, just breath. Why did everything seem so loud? Dang it you were getting stopped by people, nearly running into them. The merc was getting closer you could hear his footsteps. Almost there, keep going, come on, why were there so many people? You psuhed through, but got a little careless, stumbling. You ran into someone large, who only reminded you to watch where you were going. you fell to the floor and everything in your arms fell to the floor, the papers scattering and the laptop doing a bounce before sliding. The chatter of the hall was too loud, it was too full, it was suffocating, you swear you felt everyone was looking at you. Stop it needed to stop, it was too much. The merc was coming, you were screwed!

"Hey! Geht es dir gut?" You heard a familiar voice say, breaking through the noise, and your sleeve covered hands over your ears. When did you sit up? When did Konig get here? It didn't matter as he held your head, adding his own hands to muffle the noise. You were shaking, and your breathing was erratic. Too much it was too much. Konig got you to focus on his veil, his eyes specifically. You needed to focus, but the noise was too much. You kept trying to look to the side, check if the merc was still there, trying to find the laptop. Konig kept calling your attention back to him.

"You're safe." He told you. "Breath in, hold it... breath out, hold it."

You did as he instructed, recognizing the exercise. It was hard to be distracted by anything else around you when Konig's massive form was crouched in front of you. You did feel safe around him. He was a big shield against everything else. He breathed with you, needing to calm himself as well. The noise was pretty bad, and Horangi acting as an attack cat wasn't exactly calming. A welcome assistance but not a calming one.

You finally got your heart to stop beating so manically, and your breathing even. The light headed feeling had gone, but Konig didn't help you up yet, instead, he adjusted his position to sit with you more comfortably on the hard floor. After a little while longer you felt back to normal. As normal as you could be. People had left by now, and Horangi was standing nearby with the laptop and papers. The way he was looking up and down the halls, it was as if he were standing guard, ready to drive off anyone that posed a threat to break your calm state.

"Gut?" Konig asked you, as you slowly lowered your hands from your ears. You gave a nod. "Hand up?"

Another nod and Konig gave you a hand to stand. You clasped it with your smaller one. "Where are you headed?"

"Briefing." You breathed. Konig gestured for you to lead on. Horangi stood with the items, ready to go. You reached out for the items, and before you could request them, Horangi offered them to you.

"Salamat." You said. Horangi waited for you to start walking, his tail swishing expectantly. You started moving, your hunched posture and quick scurry resuming. The two men followed behind you, keeping an eye out. You didn't bother to ask where the merc was. You knocked on the door to the briefing room and your boss let you in.

"Sorry gentlemen, but this is a private meeting." Your boss told Konig and Horangi. You looked back at them. No, you needed someone else.

"Let them in." You asked. "Please?"

Your boss glanced at you, and you gave him a single nod. Then he turned and gave a nod to the two men before letting them in. Konig stood by you immediately while Horangi hung back watching everything unfold. You revealed the tampered documents and files to the others, exposing the merc's attempts to get you to give up information. You went as far as to hand over the flashdrive containing the files incase there needed to be a full sweep of every kortac member's computer or laptop to ensure no one could force themselves through.

The whole time, your breathing was uneven and you spoke quickly, sometimes needing to repeat yourself. During that whole time, Konig stuck close to you, leaning down to ask if you needed a moment. Then the merc was brought it. No cuffs or zip ties, just brought in and sat down in a chair, with all eyes on him. When he looked at you, seeing your big eyes under your hood, he flinched. Then again he might have been more nervous to see Konig, who was still leaning down and wearing his veil. With the illuminated screen behind you, casting both of you in shadow, it was certainly a creepy sight.

Horangi had to admit, the two of you made an intimidating pair in the right circumstance. He would tell Leo about it later. For now he got to sit back and relax, as the merc was questioned. Every answer left the merc with another bead of sweat dripping down, as you brought everything to light.

"I'm not proud of it, but I had a virus from watching adult content. It was stupid to do that on a work computer, it won't happen again." The merc said. Your boss looked at you, and gave you a nod.

"Then why did you download it instead of deleting the content?" You asked.

"I was hoping to get it fixed and view it but clearly that was a mistake. Like I said, I won't do it again. If the issue is fixed then-"

"There is no access to adult content through the laptop." You said.

"Well... yeah I deleted the browser history." He said shrugging. Gotcha. Even your boss had a smile, catching the lie. Perfect strike.

"I checked your browser history, even going further to recover the history previously deleted, and there is no access to adult sites. Also, there wouldn't be any to begin with, because like I said, there's no access to adult content on the laptops. There are site blockers built into the search browser, specifically designed to prevent something like a virus from a sketchy ad on one of those sites from spreading to the system. Even if you brought the content in from somewhere else and downloaded it, the files would not come up as corrupted."

"But if the files have a virus..." The merc said, clinging to the last straw he had. It wasn't even a straw, more like a wet straw wrapper.

"Then the system would have noticed it and prevented downloading or accessing it. The only time a file comes up corrupted is if it's protected by my program." You told him, not smugly but rather calm and informative. Your superiors stared down the merc, who was sweating through his shirt. You were dismissed with Konig and Horangi, so the merc could be dealt with. Good, you were hungry anyways. Could use some air too.

You were forced to work a little extra because of the rogue mercenary, going through laptops to ensure no one else had taken anything, or had something taken from them. Right now you were just glad to not have someone trying to hound you. You ventured out into the dark halls again to get yourself a snack and a drink.

When you got there you found Konig. You almost didn't recognize him because he had his hood off. It took you aback until you recognized his size. You greeted him, and got to chatting a little before the two fo you sat down. It had been a couple of days since the merc was exposed, and you'd been so caught up with work you hadn't gotten out as much as you should have.

"Thank you, by the way." You said, focusing on the table in front of you, instead of the large mercenary in front of you. "For in the hall. I... I think I would have passed out."

"Kein problem." Konig said. Then he waited a moment. "You have social anxiety too?"

"Y-yeah. I uh... I used to get picked on a lot for how I look, some times people uh... they would pull my tail...make fun of my ears or..." You gestured to your large eyes, that were bigger than any human eyes. The same eyes that seemed to avoid Konig throughout your explanation.

"People made fun of my height." Konig told you. "I was bullied a lot too."

The two of your sat there with your reasons hanging in the air. You didn't need to say much more about your past. That could come in time. You had to admit, you did like having Konig around for your conversations. It was helping you feel comfortable around people, and you hoped it did the same for Konig.

As time went on, you spent more and more time with him, and eventually other members of Kortac. It was thanks to you none of them ended up on a hit list and their lives weren't revealed to the wrong people. Eventually Konig had to leave with Horangi to a SpecGru base. By that point though you had other's that you were getting comfortable around, and still had plenty of work to do trhoughout the night. Konig said his good byes to you. Wishing you and Leo well before boarding the air craft.

The first night you got to talk to Konig over a video call, you took your mask off. Progress, you thought.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

new to your blog and i have to say every fic is just 🤌🏼 chefs kiss lmao

have a little request !

jj maybank x kook!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and he goes to midsummers with her 🫢

ahhh! welcome!! im so so glad you like my stuff (: <3 i love this request so much

ℳ𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓈

Masterlist

Your mom swirled the glass in her hand as she laughed with a coworker. She had hosted a dinner party, for all her work friends, and you were hating everything about your life right now.

You internally groaned when one of her coworkers turned to you and began to talk.

“So, uh, y/n, who are you planning on going to midsummers with?” One of them said, flashing a smile at you from across the table.

“Uh, no one… right now.” You lied, giving them a small smile.

“Oh, well, isn’t that perfect? My son- actually doesn’t have a date yet, and me and your mom were just talking about how cute you two would be together! Maybe you’d wanna… meet him?”

Your face fell, but you just gave her a false smile, picking at your food with your fork as you gave her a small nod.

“Wonderful!” She exclaimed, making you bite back a remark and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked with a furrowed brow.

“I’m gonna eat in my room. I’m not feeling good.” You told her, picking up the plate and practically running to your room.

You put the plate on your bed, shutting the door and grabbing your phone, immediately opening up JJs contact.

“How would you like to go to midsummers with me?” You asked him, watching the three dots pop up quickly.

“Thought you said that your mom wouldn’t like it.”

You thought about your response for a moment. “I don’t care, Pleaseeeeee?”

“You know damn well I wouldn’t say no to you”

You smiled at that, sighing in relief as you leaned back in your bed and held your phone.

“I know, see you tmr? We can go get you a suit or you can borrow one of my brothers.”

“Sure, and I’ll just borrow your brothers”

“I think I’m gonna go to sleep, goodnight jj.”

“goodnight” he told you, putting his phone down and looking up at the ceiling.

“Who the hells got you smiling like that?” John B asked from the doorway, abruptly stopping.

“Jesus Chr- can’t just sneak up on me like that, dude!” Jj jumped, hiding his phone away as he spoke. John B snickered, laughing as he walked away.

———-

The day of Midsummers, JJ stood at your door, rapping on the door with his headphones hung around his neck, hair disheveled and face surprisingly shaved clean.

He looked around the patio, picking up some decorations he saw, and smiling when he saw a little stone with your name written on it, something you did when you were younger.

“Oh, Jake, she’s just been-“ your mom opened the door, starting to talk before she looked up to see not Jake, but JJ.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was taken aback at the boy.

“Hello, ma’am.” He said, putting the stone down and looking at your mom. “Is she here?”

She looked him up and down, a slight disgusted look visible. “Sorry, I think you have the wron-“

“JJ!” You shouted, smiling as you stepped down the stairs. His eyes widened at the sight of you, he swears he could feel his heart beating out of its chest.

You smiled and hugged him, pushing your mom and wrapping your arms around him. He smiled, closing his eyes and hugging you back, leaving light kisses on your neck.

“You look…” he started when he pulled away. “Breathtaking.” He spoke, his words making you beam.

“What a romantic.” You teased him. “You look great! I told you it would look good on you, jayj!” You said, putting your hands on his suit jacket and fixing it.

“Thanks. You ready?” He asked you, you nodded and began to turn before your mom spoke up.

“Wait, you’re going to midsummers… with him?” Your mom interrupted the moment, making both of you look at her now.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s… what about Jake?”

“I told Jake that he was a nice guy but I already have a boyfriend.” You shrugged.

She was stunned at this information, her beloved, sweet, daughter was dating a dirty pogue. At least that’s how she saw it.

“It was nice meeting you, Ms. L/n.” He called out as you both turned around, a smug smile on his face as he looked at you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m fucking grounded after this. I know it.”

At the actual party, everyone seemed shocked to see you all glammed up, but with a pogue boy hanging on your arm the whole time.

The two of you seemed like opposites, your pink dress flowed around the floor, while he had a baseball cap on, looking like he threw the suit on two minutes before he came. He pretty much did.

“You okay, Jayj?” You asked him quietly when you both sat down.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You looked around, everyone judging him loudly and quietly. You frowned and turned back to him.

“Everyone’s looking. I can understand if-“

“Let them.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t give a fuck about any of their snobby ass opinions,” he said with a small smile, not so subtly flicking one of the couples off.

You let your worries dissolve with his words about the stares and the whispers, especially when you saw JJ looked at you like that. Like you hung the stars themselves, like you were the only girl in the world.

“Do you fancy a dance, milady?” JJ asked you suddenly in a posh accent, holding his hand out.

You gasped, holding your hand to your heart. “Why yes I do, good sir.” You played along, a smile playing on your lips as he kissed your hand and took yours in his.

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 29

One Track Down

While the trio were finishing up eating the meal Wooyoung ordered, after a good half hour of laughing and playing around, a knock came to the studio door. Wooyoung got up and let Hongjoong and Jongho into the room. Hongjoong had a stern look upon his face as he entered. Wooyoung seemed oblivious to this and began peppering him with questions.

"Joong! Where have you guys been? You guys were supposed to be here half an hour ago! Car gone? No note! You could have died!"

Hongjoong simply shook his head and said, "Not now Woo."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. Y/N sunk further into the couch and realized what it was about.

"The company was mad about Yuyu and me, weren't they?"

Hongjoong shook his head. "No baby. I mean it came up but it was a minor issue. They just held me in a meeting too long and threw off our schedule." He visibly shook himself off. "Don't worry firebird. Come here I missed you." He extended his arms and she eagerly ran into them. Y.N had a feeling he was hiding something but didn't want to bug him about it now. After the show maybe she would bring it up.

"Hey Joongie. I missed you too." She kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand, dragging him over to her work-in-progress. "We are almost done with the rough cut. Just need yours and Jongho's vocals and I can show you the pre-polish results."

Hongjoong seemed adequately distracted with producing mode turned on. "I'm sure it's awesome baby. I can't wait to hear it."

"I will let you go first if that is okay. I gave to a part in the harmony in the beginning. I am sure you can handle it Mr. 'good at all positions'." She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows at him, trying to lighten his mood. He smirked at her. "You know it baby."

Making his way into the booth, he immediately shook himself off and put the headphones on. Wooyoung and Mingi both kissed her cheeks and told her they had to get to the venue. As they headed out, the room got a lot quieter. Hongjoong was listening to the reference track and Jongho looked...well he looked pissed.

"Hey honey....can you come here please? Talk to me?" Y/N extended both arms inviting him in for a hug. Jongho hesitantly walked up and she could feel him trying to cloak his emotions. He wasn't one to get upset so she knew something had happened. Jongho's hugs were strong and sturdy. His embrace felt like no matter what, he could hold you up.

"It's alright jagiya. I just hate management and their bullshit sometimes." Jongho squeezed her tighter and massaged her back. She had to admit his strong hands felt really good.

"I will let it go for now but tomorrow we need to discuss it."

Jongho nodded in agreement and kissed her soundly. His hands slid to her ass and lifted her a little off the ground, making her gasp.

"Baby omg!" Her arms had wrapped around his neck to save herself but he held her up sercurely. "Saranghae, jagiya." Placing her back on the ground, he eyed Hongjoong in the booth and nodded.

"Saranghae." She looked up and saw Hongjoong watching the scene with a soft smile. Y/N was sure he wasn't used to seeing Jongho so affectionate.

"Sorry Joongie! What did you think of the track? Did you like it?"

Hongjoong beamed then, pride radiating from him. "Firebird this is incredible! I see the vision you are going for! This is the track before Panic, right? Also your rapping is adorable but your cadence and flow was on point! I think I am ready to record it."

Y/N couldn't help but shine at his compliments. His productions were incredible and if he approved, that opinion meant a lot to her. She looped the track to record and watched him work. His vocals were soft and gentle but his raps were pointed and rhythmic. He really could do it all.

Hongjoong gave her a questioning thumbs up in the booth to ask if he did a good job.

"You've got it honey. Great job!" Hongjoong rushed out and kneeled down to kiss Y/N in her chair. "Your creative mind is so sexy baby. We will need some solo studio sessions soon." He shot her a wink as he plopped on the couch.

"Eww hyung." Jongho sneered but she could tell there wasn't any real ire to his words. He was currently eating the leftovers from the meal. Slurping a final noodle, he brushed off his clothing and rose from the sofa. "Are you ready for me sweetheart?"

"Always, bear." He smirked a little at the nickname attempt and made his way into the booth.

"I may need a couple of times hearing it before I am ready."

Y/N set the reference track on loop, gave Jongho a thumbs up and headed to sit next to Joong.

"Hey honey. Please eat. I know you were kept late and you may not get the chance later."

Hongjoong looked hesitantly at the food in front of him, preparing a small plate and taking slow bites. Not knowing what else to say, she was content sitting silently next to him as she made sure he ate at least a little bit.

Jongho knocked on the glass of the recording booth and gave her a nod letting her know that he was ready to record. Making her way back to the chair, Hongjoong pulled out his phone and seemed to be rapid-firing messages.

Once Jongho started recording, Y/N became entranced. His voice was a siren song. It carried her away and made her forget anything else. She could feel his heart in his technique and she was utterly captivated. His passion was palpable. It was honestly sexy watching him give his all. He jolted and looked at her, mouthing Really? She nodded and blushed. He seemed to give even more to the second half of his performance, belting the high notes while looking right at her the whole time. It was like the notes were reaching out and touching her. She got goosebumps at his final high note.

Smirking as he exited the booth, he grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. "You are incredible baby. Can I hear how it all sounds together?" With hearing that, Hongjoong made his way over from the couch and began rubbing her back encouragingly.

"I can play it for you guys I guess. It is still a little rough but I hope you like it." She pulled up all the audio tracks and played them. The eight part harmony was better than she could have hoped for. Hongjoong grabbed her shoulders and leaned forward in excitement. Everyone stayed silent until the track was done. Once it was though, Hongjoong shouted "YEAH!" startling everyone else in the room.

Spinning her office chair around, Hongjoong leaned down until he was eye level with her. "Baby...you are a genius! You inspire me and you should be so proud. Your brain is incredibly sexy. I love you." He looked energized enough to crawl out of his own skin and his excitement through the bond was contagious.

"You really like it?" Y/N asked tenatively.

"Like it? I LOVE it. This is the rough version and I am already swept away. Baby...you knocked it out of the park. I cannot wait for the guys to hear it. We have to get to the show. I have so much energy now I could go all night! You want to come with us jagiya?"

Y/N Smiled so wide her face hurt as she saved the progress and packed up everything. She was so happy he approved of it, but looked at Jongho to make sure he approved to. Kissing the shell of her ear, he whispered into it, "You are phenomenal. I am so blessed to be bonded to you." Y/N teared up and wrapped her arms around Jongho's neck, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. Hongjoong wrapped an arm around her waist and gently stroked.

Hongjoong ran to the door, looking back at the pair eagerly like he was amped to go. "Let's go give them a killer show tonight, hm?"

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Next up, the final show of their US tour and....potential scandal?

Taglist: @vtyb23 @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @anni-3 @yeosangsluthousewife @mygsis

[skipper1331]

Lost and found // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy :D

"Shit!" looking though your bag, you frantically searched for your keys. "Shit, shit, shit" You've looked in every opening of your bag but just couldn't find it. Everything important was on your bunch of keys, car keys, keys to your apartment, for the garage, keys for your childhood home, everything. "¿Qué pasa?" your favorite spaniard asked as she walked to you after seeing your stressed out face. She placed her hand on your back, an innocent act to calm you down. "My keys! I don‘t where they are!" Defeated you sat down, arms crossed. Where had you put them? "Why are you so stressed? Here, there they are" Patri wiggled with them in front of your face, grinning.

"Ah! What? How?"

"Maybe you should check your jacket the next time" the midfielder whispered in your ear, answering your question. She pressed her lips against your temple for a quick peck before she walked back to her cubby, Mapi and Alexia sharing a look.

-

"Fucking hell" you grumbled, looking for your phone. You could‘ve sworn you had it a second ago. You searched in the kitchen, your bedroom, the bathroom, everywhere. The only phone you found was Patris which was in the kitchen. As you entered the living room the spaniard sat on the couch, some movie playing in the backround. Your hands rummaged around on the couch, desperately looking for your phone. "What‘re you looking for?"

"My phone" you whined, turning around every cushion while the midfielder started to laugh. "Here," she gave you your phone which she had in her hands the whole time. How did you not notice? "I asked you if I could play my game on your phone and then you gave it to me"

Embarassed, you slapped your hands on your face, hidding behind them. How could you forget that? Patri was obsessed with that one game you had on your phone, she always asked if she could play and you never say no. "Don‘t hide that beautiful face of yours" her hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you down so you sat on her lap.

The two of you weren‘t together but also not just friends, there had been a few sneaky, stolen kisses yet nothing more. "You can‘t keep losing your stuff, one day you‘ll get lost yourself" she whispered, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

"I‘m trying" you mumbled as your head fell on her shoulder.

-

"But I had it the whole time" Patri told Pina, Mapi and Alexia in their native language. She found it too amusing how you dramatically looked for your phone yesterday. The three spaniards laughed at the story. "maybe you should help her look again" Pina stated as you rummaged through your bag.

"No! No, no, no" full of worry, you searched for your shin pads, you needed them.

"Wanna bet in 5 seconds Patri finds what she’s looking for?" Mapi challegened her team mates "we know you would win, look" la reina replied, nodding her head in your direction.

"They‘re made for each other, don‘t you think?" the young striker asked. Mapi with a mischief smile on her face looked at Alexia, her patner in crime, before she answered, "Sí"

-

"Not again!" you were angry and annoyed. No, this time it wasn‘t your phone what you‘re looking for nor your keys or any football related stuff, you‘re missing your headphones.

You unpacked every single thing out of your bag - nothing.

You looked in your jacket pockets - nothing. Trouser pocket - nothing. (They wouldn’t have fit in there but you looked there anyways)

Where could they be?!

"Cariño, what‘re looking for this time?" she smiled sympathetically at you. Sometimes she thought you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body. "My headphones!"

She took a step towards you, her hands went around your neck, not touching it though, but the headphones that were around it. She pulled them up, placing them on your ears. "There you go" she whispered, her hands now resting at your neck. "Thank you" you gazed in her eyes, the most beautiful you had ever seen.

"They would kiss each other If they weren‘t in the locker room" Mapi stated.

"They‘re clearly in love" Pina chipped in.

"I can only agree" said Alexia.

-

Please pick up, please pick up

"Y/n?" the sleepy voice of Patri rasped through the phone "Patri!"

"Do you know what time it is? It‘s 3am!"

"I‘m sorry, okay? But i- i don‘t know where I am and my phone will die soon" within in seconds the spaniard was wide awake, already out of bed. "What?!"

"I’m lost. Please can you get me?"

"What do you see?"

You told her about your surroundings - she knew where you were. Immediately, she ran to her car. Why the fuck would you be outside at 3 in the morning? Alone! She was furios. She ignored the speed limit, there was hardly anyone on the streets at that time anyway. Her only concern: you. How could you be so stupid and go out at that late at night. It‘s dark and your sense of direction was as good as Mapis signing. Horrible.

You sat on a bench, waiting for Patri, there was barely light, the only one came from the moon. When a car pulled up, you turned around but didn't get up. A few cars had already passed you, none of them the girl you‘re waiting for.

The car stopped abruptly as she drove onto the path which lead to you. An angry Patri stormed out of the car towards you. "Are you crazy?!" the spaniard shouted as she walked to you, "What were you thinking?" The girl was angry, more than angry. You opened your mouth to explain but- "Don‘t! Get in the car" crushed, you looked at her but followed her command, your head hung low, your eyes fixed on the floor. That was until you realized someting "no, please, no" you whispered, your hands went in all your pockets - no keys. "Don‘t you dare to say you‘ve lost your keys" Patri said as she saw how your hands went in every pocket.

"I haven‘t lost them, they‘re at home"

"Dios mío, Y/n! One time, one time where you don‘t lose your stuff!"

"It‘s not my fault!" Now, you were getting upset. You get that she was mad at you because you woke her up and she had to drive here but there was no need to yell at you for being forgetful - you weren‘t forgetful per se you just lose your stuff and don‘t know where it was. "Who‘s fault is it then? Hm?"

"Mapi‘s!"

"¿Que?"

Now, the spaniard was confused. Why - How could it be Mapis fault? "If she hadn‘t said that stuff, i would be in bed!"

"You lose your stuff quite often huh?" the spanish defender asked as she took a seat beside you. "And Patri always knows where it is" you looked at her confused, what was she talking about? "Kinda like soulmates, don‘t you think?" she slipped her arm over your shoulders "you‘re in love with her, aren‘t you?"

"What?"

"And she‘s in love with you" she was smiling at you but you couldn‘t tell If it was a nice one or the smiles where after that blackmail would come. "It‘s cute, you know, everyone knows you’re made for each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gosh! You‘re always on my mind! And today was no difference but that Mapis words haunted me. That I‘m in love with you and that you’re in love with me, that we‘re soulmates because I always lose my stuff and you find it," you couldn’t stop talking, everything bubbled out of you, "I- i couldn‘t sleep so i went for a run or a walk - i don‘t know and then I got lost. I didn‘t know who to call so I called you. Look, I know you’re mad and I know it‘s three in the morning but please stop yelling at me." you were walking up and down, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you? In love with me?" she took a step towards you, stopping you in your track as she placed her arms around your hips. "Gosh Patri! We kissed one- multiple times nothing more. Don‘t be so cocky" you couldn’t describe how you felt, you felt angry and upset and so caught up in your thoughts.

"I am in love with you" she pulled your body against her own before she pressed you against the car. "I‘m in love with you since the first time you lost something" her eyes met yours, yourself still rambling about Mapis words, your own feelings and the key you had forgotten at home. "You hear me?" She pushed herself more in to yourself, her hand up to rest on your cheek - you stopped talking. "I‘m in love with you. And those kisses weren‘t nothing. They were everything," she whispered against your lips, an inch away. You could feel her breath, "i don‘t care If you lose stuff but i care about you" pulling back again, a respectable amount of space between your lips. "Do you know how terrifying it is when you get a call at 3am from the girl you love who‘s telling you that she‘s lost!" her voice got louder before it got more quiet again, "Amor, I was worried not mad at you about waking me up" your mouth agape, not believing what she‘s saying. Your brain couldn‘t process everything, only the one thing that was the most important "you love me?"

"Yeah, of course I do"

You lunge forward, pressing your lips against the spaniards, a kiss so desperately needed. Your hands grabbed her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, her hands around your waist, tightening every now and then. It was euphoric. "I do, too" you whispered against her mouth before pulling her back in.

Lost and found.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x Male!reader - my everything

Imagine Rossi coming back to the BAU with a husband so when Derek or someone makes a joke about a new potential wife Rossi is just like "naw im done with women I have a husband now" and obviously after he tells them they have to have a family dinner where they meet Rossi's husband who is really shy but is SUPER big on physical touch and words of affirmation.... 👀 like reader is just touching Rossi in any possible way while telling him how much he loves him and how strong and BEAUTIFUL he is👀👀👀 - Anon💜

Rossi had once again glanced down at his phone on the jet, smiling a little bit as he saw your name pop up on the screen.

You hadn’t talked much throughout the case, though you loved messaging him you wanted him to prioritise work, so he wouldn’t always message you when they were on the way home.

That way you knew when he was coming back and it was also a way of him giving you the all clear to message him.

You: I think we should get a dog

Rossi rolled his eyes slightly.

Rossi: absolutely not, because then you’ll want another and we’d end up with a whole rescue.

He went to set his phone down only for it to chime again, this time Derek looked up, pushing his headphones down.

“Alright that’s the five time in the space of three minutes your phones gone off, usually you stay away from it.” he said.

JJ and Emily glanced up at the two.

“He’s right, we’ve never seen you on your phone so much.” JJ said.

“Do you have another wife Dave? Because I thought you learned your lesson about this.” Hotch smirked.

Rossi chuckled, putting his phone into his blazer and he held his hands up in defence.

“No, no wife. Believe me I’ve definitely learned my lesson about marrying women.”

“So, spill, tell us everything because you know Garcia is an easily find out.” Emily smirked.

“Is it a new woman?” Derek grinned.

Rossi chuckled a little bit, shaking his head at them all.

“No, I’m quite finished with women now. I am quite happy with my husband whom is waiting for me at home.”

There was the sound of a few things being dropped.

“Husband?!” Everybody yelled.

Immediately they were all crowding around him, Derek being Garcia up on the laptop so she could get involved in the conversation as well.

“How did we not know you had a husband?” Reid asked.

“While at work we both agreed it would be best if I didn’t wear our wedding band on my ring finger, just for safety.”

Rossi reached into the pocket of his blazer, pulling out a small thin box, and inside was a simple yet elegant wedding band, and he slipped it on.

“How long have you been married?!” Garcia squealed.

“Yes Dave, how long?” Hotch asked.

“Two years and counting.”

Rossi had to carry on answering the bombardment of questions he was getting since there was nowhere for him to hide.

And as the jet began its decent he spoke up.

“Come to my house this weekend, I would like to introduce you all to (Y/N). He is shy, and he can be rather nervous around people.” Rossi said.

They all quickly agreed, and when he got home Rossi told you about the dinner before anything else.

You didn’t have to stay for the whole dinner if you didn’t want to, he was happy for you to just meet each other and for you to wonder away.

But you preferred to be near him, so while he was in the kitchen cooking, you were taking a shower, and getting ready to meet everybody.

You didn’t want to meet them all one by one, that would be awkward and make it harder for you to find time to be with Rossi, so you waited for them all to be there.

Once Derek finally turned up Rossi came to the bedroom, walking over to you he placed his hands on the side of your face and kissed your forehead.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” You smiled.

Rossi stood up, letting you interlock your fingers with his and he led you to the kitchen.

You were quickly introduced to everybody, and you stood next to Dave while you listened to them talk.

You glanced behind you, shuffling to the right and little bit to put your back against his while he was cooking.

“Are you alright?” Rossi asked.

You hummed a little bit.

“I’m good thank you, you look really handsome in that shirt, I think you should get more that colour.”

Rossi looked at his dark blue shirt.

“You think?”

You hummed again.

“I like it.”

you spun around, planting a kiss to his shoulder before going to get a glass of water.

Grabbing your water, you made your way back over to him, placing your head against his arm while he spoke to his team.

“So what is it about our lovely Rossi that caught your eye?” Garcia asked.

You smiled to yourself.

“I saw him every week at a quiet bar, and I just thought he was really handsome…”

“Aw, really?” JJ asked.

You smiled a little more nodding your head.

Rossi was moved behind you to do something but he kept your hand in his as he did.

“Yeah… he was just the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.. like.. the ancients romans and Greeks would’ve made statues about him… poets would’ve written stories about him to be stores forever in time…”

Everybody smiled softly as they listened to you.

“I love him, and no song or poem will ever be enough for me to be able to describe how I really feel about him…”

“That’s really beautiful.” Emily smiled.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Hotch asked.

You nodded softly, turning around to look at Rossi and your eyes immediately softened.

Your heart melted as you watched him, every time you laid eyes on him.

The team went back to talking among themselves and you walked over, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his back.

“I love you so much Dave…”

Rossi placed a hand over yours.

“I love you too…” he whispered back.

You smiled to yourself, just staying there while he was cooking, only moving if you had to, or to go help somebody with something.

But you always found your way back to his side, you always found your way back under his arms or near him.

And neither of you would have it any other way

[adventuringblind]

hi, could you perhaps do an Oscar x Autistic reader where the reader is sensitive to loud noises and uses earplugs in public or where they has them but don't use them because they think they can get by without them but actually needs them. you can choose. Love the series!

Discreet

Oscar Piastri x Autistic Reader

Summary: Reader has been told all her life that she will scare people off with her headphones. Turns out they actually help a lot!

Warnings: mentions of toxic past and ableism

Notes: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... I feel called out by this ask tbh.

Masterlist

Should she be wearing her headphones? Yes. Is she? No. Absolutely not. Why, you may ask? Because she was raised that wearing headphones is going to scare away people. Make her more of an alien in the world than she already feels.

It was supposed to be a calm after party. She'd wanted to celebrate with Oscar for an amazing weekend. Oscar underestimated how rowdy the group could get. Lando had invited half the grid to his hotel room.

It's far too loud for her. A small enclosed space, a variety of different smells mix together, the lights are flashing from the TV. It's all too much for her. It's so loud she can't think properly.

She's currently hiding in the corner of the room with the least number of people. She's doing her best to calm herself down, but the longer she stays here, the harder it gets.

A presence is made known to her by the wall vibrating from weight being slumped against it. "Did you bring your headphones?" Oscar asks from beside her.

She wants to say yes. Tell him she brought them like she was supposed to. But she hadn't because this is a social event, and she doesn't want to scare anybody away.

Oscar takes her lack of words and gestures as a no. "Well, I brought ear plugs just in case. We can sit here until you feel able to walk again, and then I'll come up with a lame ass excuse to get out of here. Sound like a plan?"

This time, she does nod her head. She takes the ear plugs from Oscar and fits them into her ears. It's not the greatest at stopping the noise, but it's something for now.

She takes a few deep breaths and hides her face in her boyfriends shoulder. Effectivley keeping the lights away for a minute.

She taps his hand to signal she's ready (a secret code they'd created for non-verbal moments like this). Oscar helps her up, and then they clamber over to Lando. Her feet are tripping over everything as they do so.

"Thanks for inviting us, Lan. We're gonna go get some sleep now."

It's not even an excuse. It's probably just the honest truth. Regardless, Lando smiles at them and thanks them for coming.

Outside the room, she feels like her lungs are less restricted. Her senses claw at the relief as they walk back to Oscar's room. Her body feels relieved as she puts on her comfy clothes and throws herself under the covers.

"You know you can wear your headphones, right love? It's nothing to ever be ashamed of." Oscar crawls into the bed next to her. She sidles up to him, laying her head on his chest.

"I know. I just - don't want people to be scared of me." She mumbles the last part, but Oscar still hears it.

"Your real friends will be the ones who don't care if you wear headphones or not. They help you and you like them. That's all that matters."

She is able to relax on the thought that Oscar will always want the best for her. He doesn't care that she stims or follows the same patterns. And he'll never mind if she wears headphones. He thinks they make her look more badass anyway.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Eight: Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

The Pariahs That Saved The World

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mentions of death, father issues (like, severe), horror elements, blood, angst central.

[A/N: Good news!! I have returned with a new chapter!! Bad news... you're not gonna like it...]

Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

“Which one is it?!”

“Do we know if she likes Kate Bush?!”

“Guys, she’s getting worse!”

A cacophony of panic flooded the Winnebago, rushed footsteps and heavy breathing echoing through Robin’s mind as she stands with her hands on your shoulders, tears streaming down her face. She convinced herself holding onto you would stop you floating to the ceiling. She didn’t want to be stood here long enough to find out.

“I’m telling you, her favourite songs won’t be here!” Eddie practically screams at them. They all stop their chaotic rampage of the stolen vehicle, snapping their heads to him.

“Check her bag.” Robin’s hoarse voice cut through the silence, eyes unwavering from where yours were screwed shut, shifting left to right beneath your eyelids.

Steve is the one to swipe your bag tucked into the corner of the table seat, rooting through it with such haste, items clattered to the floor without care. His eyes light up in surprise when he pulls out a familiar object. You had your own Walkman.

“Fuck me, that’s lucky.” Dustin breathes out, and Steve frowns at it. Luck. Yeah, right.

He checks the tape deck, scribbled lettering of ‘stand by me’ on the white space and he runs back over to Robin, carefully slipping the headphones over your ears and pressing play.

A faint melody is muffled against your ears as they all stand there, waiting. Steve’s hand finds its way onto Robin’s shoulder, observing that concerning look on her face. He had expected her usual look of horror, an unfortunate expression Steve has seen too many times. This one was different, however.

This one was guilt.

July 3rd, 1985: The Hospital Incident

The white flickering lights were alighting every nerve, stuttering beams raising three individual heart rates into panic and anxiety.

It was no mystery why you were acting this way when even your surroundings eluded paranoia.

“I shouldn’t be here.” You keep muttering, biting your lip. “I should find her. I- I haven’t heard from her in days.”

Nancy and Jonathan were leading you through the hospital, dragging you along their latest quest. You supposed it wasn’t their fault; you had told them you were willing to help. But you haven’t seen Heather, or even heard from her. That was all you could think about.

“I went to the pool and they said she hasn’t shown up in a while.” You continue, scrunching the ends of your cardigan into your fists. “That’s bad, right? Maybe I should check her house. I’m sorry, I can’t- I need to-”

“We don’t have time right now.” Nancy insisted, but you weren’t really listening, turning back with only the thought of your girlfriend. Their little journalist project would have to wait.

“I’ll be back to help once I-”

“She’s not there.” Jonathan says and the mood shifted. You turn to look at him, his wide eyes implying a guilty nature. Nancy was frozen to the spot, eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you know that?” You ask, walking back to them. “Did you go to her house? Why… why were you there?”

“I was investigating Holloway.” Nancy says hurriedly, “I- We wanted to see where he was.”

You could tell when Nancy Wheeler was lying. She always forced eye contact, her face unusually stoic as to hide the truth. Maybe would find Nancy’s technique in deceit flawless and somewhat inspiring. You always thought she was a terrible liar.

“Her dad is missing too?” You frown, looking between them with nothing but suspicion. They were keeping something from you. “Well now I’m definitely going back.”

You turn around again and Nancy leaps forward.

“Wait!”

“No, Nance.” You snap, talking over your shoulder. “Something is seriously wrong and I can’t do anything until I know she’s safe. Her dad is missing, her mom probably is too, and I haven’t seen her in days, what if-”

“She’s gone!”

Nancy suddenly says and you stop, meeting Jonathan’s startled eyes.

“...What?”

“I-” Nancy can’t bear to look at you, sharing a guilty look with her boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“What does that mean?” You shake your head, stepping away from them. But you had already been through the scenario in your mind. And, even worse, you expected this ending. You just couldn’t force yourself to believe it. “Why were you at her house? Why? Nancy!”

“Y/n…” Her forlorn expression spoke louder than any of her mistrusted words could.

“I told you, guys.” You say, blinking against foggy vision as tears started spilling down your cheeks. “I told you something was wrong, and you said I was being paranoid. That I was getting emotional.”

“We didn’t-” Nancy shakes her head, biting her lip. Whatever she had to say, it was useless.

“I can’t believe you.” You place your hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“We could be wrong.” Jonathan interjects, moving closer to you. You take a step back, ignoring the hurt on his face. You and Jonathan may have been friends since you were kids, but that gave him no right to lie to you.

“Look, Y/n, we just need to figure out what’s happening.” Nancy nods almost pleadingly, holding out her hands in surrender. “If we do, we can help Heather. I’m sure- we just need to talk to Mrs Driscoll-”

“I don’t care about Mrs Driscoll!” You almost scream at her. Your unusually steady hands wipe away the tears on your cheeks, taking a deep breath. “Go ahead, Nancy. Finish your article. That’s all you seem to care about anyway.”

“That’s not fair.” She says, but Jonathan places a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

“I can’t be here.” You finally whisper. The words felt like a scream, however, as you turn away and start marching back down the hall.

Any sadness you had was shifting into anger. It coursed through you like it powered your every nerve, balling your hands into fists, eyes red and hot withstanding the tears you could no longer pity yourself with.

The last time you saw Heather, she had asked you to meet her after work. Three days ago, you were saying ‘see you later’ as she drove herself away from your house and to the community pool, dressed in a swimsuit and shorts that would always earn her a light-hearted tease about a jazzercise cosplay. Three days ago, you left a voicemail with her manager, cancelling your plans.

You had bumped into Jonathan at the Post, one of the only days your shift schedules aligned in the week. He told you about Nancy’s new journalist endeavour, his scepticism. You admired her determination to be treated fairly in this place, lord knows you’ve been trying for respect for some time too. And then, soon enough, Nancy begged you for help, claiming it was your last chance to be taken seriously as a reporter. Your heart wasn’t even in it, but you said yes. You left a message at the pool, and you followed the couple to Driscoll’s, not even sparing another thought to the girl at the pool.

Now you’re walking back through the hospital knowing that if you had just declined Nancy’s offer, if you had just stuck with your plans and met Heather, would you have saved her?

No, you think to yourself, shaking your head, she can’t be dead. She isn’t dead.

But where would you even start? Maybe Hopper could-

A shadow cuts in front of the doors down the hallway you’ve just entered. You’d seen enough nurses and doctors wandering around, ready to ignore it. But the figure just stood there, blocking the exit.

You squint at the person, slowing your footsteps. You couldn’t tell by the busted lightbulb above their head, dimming their features into the shadow. Your arms were littered with goosebumps, gut twisting. You should turn around.

“Y/N!”

Nancy’s scream echoes through the hospital floor, hitting you with severe impact.

Something was very wrong.

The lights along the hallway start flickering, and the figure is finally cast in unsteady light. Your feet stay frozen to the ground.

“No.” You whisper as he smiles, taking slow steps towards you. He wasn’t meant to be here.

Your dad was meant to be working late at the Post.

Another cry for help had you running back the way you came, hearing the slam of a door not far from you. You skid to a stop in front of the stairs, caught in indecision. Surely they would run for the stairs. Right?

Footsteps running in from behind you set in your flight or fight, pulling open the door and darting down the staircase to the lower floor, heartbeat flooding every one of your senses.

You burst out of the door and just keep moving, not looking back in fear of seeing him following you. He hadn’t looked right, too alien to his natural demeanour, too coincidental to be here at the same time Nancy started crying out. For the second time in your life, you found yourself running away from a man meant to love and protect you unconditionally.

And when you finally found Nancy, her stammering voice talking about a plan to take care of the flayed, you realised you’d have to stop running now, and face the man that loved you with conditions, and never protected you from himself.

“Nancy…” You shake your head at her as you slowly start walking backwards down the hallway.

She barely gave you a moment to think before she was telling you her idea, her stubborn mind fixed to what she believed would work. You weren’t so sure.

“Just stay in position, Y/n.” She hisses at you from behind and you trust her, you really do. But she was foolish to think you were the right person for this.

“I can’t.” You whisper back, tears falling down your face. The lights overhead start to flicker and you grip the metal pole in your hand tighter, praying he doesn’t walk around the corner, that it was all a misunderstanding.

“Just a little longer.” She promises, her soothing voice holding more worth to you than she knows. If only you had seen her face.

Two loud footsteps echo out from around the corner and you hold your breath, waiting for the man to show himself and force every fibre of your body not to run. But it wasn’t him. It was Tom Holloway, Heather’s father, and he was smiling at you.

“Ah, Y/n.” He clicks his neck, smirking, “I knew I’d find you here.”

You shake your head. It wasn’t meant to be him. He was supposed to be dead.

“It’s such a shame no one checked to see if they finished the job.” He laughs, pulling a scalpel you hadn’t even seen protruding from his neck, shrugging when no blood comes rushing out. “Someone should really go check on that poor boy, though. Such a wuss.”

“Nancy.” You try and whisper, but you hear nothing back, only the echo of her retreating footsteps as she rushes to find her boyfriend. You understood, you really did, but you’ve never felt so scared.

“Just the two of us, now.” Tom clears his throat, walking forward with intent and you hold out the pole. “That won’t do anything.”

“Stay back.” You cry out, noticing how dark the black veins were appearing now. Was Heather like this too? “I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll trick me?” He laughs maniacally, stopping just short of you reaching the end of the hall, the corner just behind you. “Or should I say… us?”

Your eyes widen, but it’s too late. A sharp and searing pain digs into your shoulder and you scream, dropping your only weapon out of shock and jolting forward. You stumble, cradling your shoulder as you spin around on the floor, another pair of soulless eyes staring down at you. A sob leaves your lips.

“Dad?”

“Join us.”

You start scrambling away, pushing your legs out beneath you to keep yourself moving back as they stare down at you. Your shoulder was throbbing, blood trickling between your fingertips. You think about calling out for Nancy and Jonathan, but you weren’t even sure if they’d come to save you.

As you start to crumble into the corner, two pairs of soulless eyes prepared to make you one of them, your chest starts to hurt more than any wound could. Whatever friendship you had before was shattered now. With Heather gone, there wasn’t much left for you to care about in Hawkins.

In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of something shining under the flickering lights. It was close, close enough to reach out and grab.

“There’s no reason to be afraid.” Tom smiles, an unnatural curve to his lips. “When you join us, it’ll feel like nothing ever happened.”

Your father smiles with him, and you raise your head.

“No thanks.”

You lunge for the metal pole and manage to grab hold, spinning onto your back and striking it upwards just as one of them pounced at you, the sharp end piercing skin and slipping directly up into their chin, splattering blood on your face.

Tom stumbles back, grabbing at his throat as black veins suddenly burst from the wound. But he wasn’t the one you caught.

“Dad?” You whisper, watching his eyes slowly droop towards you, body slumping against the ground. If you had expected some sort of humanity to return to him, you weren’t going to see it. He was gone, not an ounce of his soul left.

They both finally drop to the floor, exhaling a final breath. You pull your legs out from beneath the body, trying to prop yourself up but crashing back down when the muscles in your arm give out.

“Y/N?!”

You can hear Nancy and Jonathan calling for you, echoing footsteps approaching from further down the hall. The pain in your shoulder was excruciating now, and you were never great at dealing with pain.

You slump against the wall, closing your eyes, unknowing if you would ever want to open them again.

Everything felt normal when you opened your eyes. You were used to the pounding headache in the morning, a flicker of whatever nightmare you endured leaving a scar on your brain. It didn’t happen this time.

You tried to remember what happened. You vaguely recall seeing Robin, her smile. And then…

Everything is thrown back into focus, head darting around the room as you panic against the white lights. It looked like a hospital, the plastic sheet trailing around your bed for privacy. It looked scarily like the bed you woke up in after the flayed incident.

You try and sit up, but your arms can’t move. You try and shift your legs, nothing. It felt like you were tied down to the bed. You managed to angle your head to look down, the panic rising spectacularly.

Vines were slithering around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place.

Struggling against their strength, you start crying out for help, lights around you flickering wildly. Your top lip still feels wet from the nosebleed. Vecna had you again, and you knew this time was different. This time, he didn’t want you to escape.

The plastic sheet surrounding your bed is suddenly pulled back, and it was like you couldn’t even breathe anymore.

“Hi, honey.” Your father says, mouth dripping black blood, veins stretching around a wound underneath his chin.

You try and ignore him, looking anywhere but where he stood and tugging at your restraints. This wasn’t real. He’s dead. He died-

“Because you killed me.” He growls. Your eyes widen. How did he-

Vecna, you tell yourself, it’s Vecna.

“You didn’t even try to save me.” He creeps closer, first curling around something you couldn’t see. “You cared more about that stupid Holloway girl than you ever did your own flesh and blood.”

A tear escapes your eye, scrunching your face in fury. You hate how much this is affecting you.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

He wants this, you remind yourself, still relentlessly pulling at the vines. Vecna wants you to feel guilt, he wants you to feel like you’re responsible for his death. And he’s using your dead father to do it.

You frown, stopping your attempts of escape.

Can Vecna really win if you didn’t believe his lies?

“I’d do it all over again if it meant I could save Heather.”

He looks taken aback- Vecna looks taken aback. Like he wasn’t expecting you to be so… heartless.

“My father was an asshole, and a bitter man. He never cared about his own flesh and blood. And I’m glad he’s dead. I never wanted it to be this way, but I will never, never, let myself feel guilty over something that wasn’t my fault.”

“And what about me?”

You turn your head to the other side of the bed, a girl leant against the wall in the shadows. You didn’t need to see her. You’ve been haunted by her voice for months now.

“I couldn’t have done anything.” You say, mostly to convince yourself what everyone has been telling you for ages. It wasn’t your fault.

“You could have chosen me over your friends.” She spits bitterly, not moving from the dark corner. “They used you. You’ve known Jonathan your whole life, and he didn’t care about you. Nancy didn’t even care if she left you for dead. You were nothing but a pawn.”

“I stayed. That was my choice.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I might never forgive myself for what happened to you, but I won’t let it ruin my life.”

“But you’ll let it ruin mine?”

Your eyes fly open, shock taking your breath.

She finally steps out of the shadow, voice warped into someone else. Because she was someone else.

“You don’t even like me, do you?” Robin asks, tears running down her face but her expression was emotionless. “You want me to be Heather. You want her.”

“No.” You whisper, tugging against the vines on your wrists.

“You knew this was happening to you, and you let me fall for you.” She shakes her head, leaning over the bed so she was staring down at you from an uncomfortable distance. “And I know if you survive, you’re never going to look at me again. You just used me to feel better about your bitter life. You don’t think you should be loved. And you’re right. Your father never loved you. Your mother hated you so much she left. Your gran doesn’t even want you here.”

“Shut up!” You scream, breaking free your right hand to push her away.

She stumbles back as you claw at your other wrist.

“It was only a matter of time before you hurt her”

Everything was plunged into a dark red, the bed disappearing from beneath you and you land hard on rocky ground, coughing.

“You should have left when you had the chance, Y/n”

You try to scramble to your feet, but a flick of his hand throws you against a protruding staircase, making you cough from the impact.

You manage to grab hold of a spindle, slowly pulling yourself up. He starts to walk over to you and then abruptly stops, looking across the barren sky. At first, you don’t understand, confused with his sudden change of posture.

And then it slowly drifts in. A melody.

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

Vecna snarls, turning back to you. You look surprised, you felt surprised.

This was your favourite song blasting through a crimson nightmare. A song you held so close to you, you never told anyone about it.

Well, no one except the school counsellor...

No, I won’t be afraid

Oh, I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

The faint melody from Ben E. King starts drifting around the Winnebago, filling the silence with an unsuspecting song. One that was meant to be saving your life right now.

“Does she even like this song?” Nancy asks, her chest heaving unevenly as she stares at your catatonic state. She was panicking, and to see Nancy panic like this was rare.

“It was in her bag, she obviously put it there because she likes it.” Lucas points out, and Steve tries to ignore the pit in stomach that told it that wasn’t the case.

“Then why isn’t it working?” Nancy stresses, snapping at the boy before immediately apologising.

“Woah, Nance.” Steve puts a hand on her shoulder, “It took Max a minute to get out, okay? She’s going to be fine.”

As she opened her mouth to argue, Steve was proven right.

Nancy and Dustin are the ones to catch you, ensuring a comfortable fall in an uncomfortable circumstance. Nancy quickly wipes away her tears, smiling.

“You’re okay.” She says as you reach out for a hand to hold. “We’ve got you.”

Steve smiles at that for some reason, feeling relieved and terrified. He thought Max was his last victim, so why did he need you?

There’s a soft click of the Winnebago door behind him, quiet enough to not disturb the others from their emotional celebration. Steve wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t painfully aware of his best friend’s absence beside him.

He sneaks out and finds her stood in the field, arms wrapped around herself in comfort. When she noticed he had followed, he was surprised she didn’t say anything. Robin was rarely speechless. And so, in consideration, he decided to let a minute of silence pass.

A choked sob eventually cut through the peace.

“Robin?” He frowns, reaching out. His heart sinks when he sees the tear rolling down her cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” She whispers and he pulls her into a hug.

“She’s okay. He didn’t win.”

“No, she’s not.” Robin sobs, but he only holds her tighter, letting her cry. “It’s all my fault.”

“How could it be your fault?” Steve dismisses with a soothing tone.

“Because…”

He feels her pull away, the eyes above mascara stained cheeks settling on his. Steve has known she’s been acting weirder than usual for a while now, too quiet, holding back secrets. And right now, she looked like she was going to burst.

“Robin?”

“I knew all of this was going to happen.” She whispers it like a crime. He doesn’t really understand.

“What?”

“I lied to her.” She covers her mouth, muffling the next few words. “I didn’t ask her to come here because we needed her help.”

Steve shakes his head, trying to make sense of her confession. “What- why did you bring her here?”

“I…” She takes a step back, her posture practically fighting the truth as it came out.

“Robin.” He persists.

“I found her file in Ms Kelley’s office!” She blurts, panicking at the volume of her voice. “Shit. I-” Her hands run down her face. “It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Max said she was cursed and I- I panicked. I thought maybe we could buy some time, bring in a distraction...”

“You…” Steve blinks, not bothering to quieten his own words. He was too panicked now. “You brought her here because you knew Vecna would go after her.”

Her silence said everything she couldn’t.

“Oh.” He breathes. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She frowns. “I-”

“You knew?”

They both spin around to where you’re stood, a Walkman you’ve never touched before gripped in your hand. Robin’s eyes widen, shell-shocked at your presence.

“Y/n, please.” She runs over to you, grabbing your hand in hers. You don’t remove it, or push her away. You just stand and stare. “It wasn’t meant to get this far. I just- I hoped it would all be over by now. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared and I… Y/n?”

You slowly slip your hand out of hers, staring down at it like it was the problem. Robin’s mouth parts in surprise.

Nobody spoke. You all just stood surrounded by air poisoned with lies and deceit, your betrayed eyes resting on the girl you trusted with your life. The girl who was quite literally bartering your life this entire time.

You walked away when your heart started beating again, a tight grip around the song box currently keeping you alive.

Chapter Nine: coming soon...

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Three

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done , Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - smut and alcohol

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This is the chapter where the smut starts. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~3.3k

A/N : This chapter picks up a couple of weeks after the last and things are finally going to get moving a bit. Again, thank you so much for reading and liking the previous chapters, I really hope you’ll enjoy where I plan to go with this!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

Weeks passed, time and space allowing you to forget about Billy and the offer he’d made you. To her credit, Tammy had stuck with the job at Anvil and even seemed to be enjoying it, and she only rarely expected you to drop her off or pick her up. And Billy was nowhere to be seen; if he knew you were there, if he noticed your car, he didn’t bother to come out to see you. Everything felt like it was as it should be. In fact, everything felt better than it should.

Most days you didn’t even see Tammy; she’d go to work then out for food with her new friends, not getting home until late, leaving you with the whole apartment to yourself. Not that you were home much. No, you’d been taking extra shifts, trying to save some money. Soon enough Tammy would realise that she didn’t need you to split the bills and you’d wanted to be ready for when that day came.

As much as you didn’t want to have to move out, the thought of having your own space seemed nice. 

Space that you found yourself desperately wishing for when Tammy texted you to let you know that she was throwing a party. You’d just finished your last delivery of the evening and all you’d wanted to do was go home, take the world's hottest shower, and then climb into bed. 

Instead, when you got home, you had to fight to get to the bathroom, and suffer through the quickest shower imaginable because Tammy’s guests kept banging on the door. As for going to bed early? You gave up on that dream before you’d even reached the apartment door; the noise from the party flooded out into the stairwell, practically shaking the fucking walls.

You tried to be a good sport about it, hiding away in your room with your headphones on, trying to relax after a long day but you couldn’t. After two hours, you were at your wits end and you needed a drink (or to strangle Tammy - whichever opportunity presented itself first). Having to force your way through a crowd just to get to your own kitchen did little to help your mood but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

Right in front of the refrigerator stood a leggy blonde - the sort with devastating curves and a perfect figure - but she wasn’t the one that held your attention. No, you were more stuck on the person at the end of her arm, the man whose chest her hand was possessively resting on. Billy-fucking-Russo.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered aloud but still remained unnoticed. Insignificant. Inconsequential. 

For a few moments, you waited, like an expectant child, hoping someone would finally realise that you were there and move, but the longer you watched them, her hand stroking his chest and his eyes on hers, the angrier you felt. And you blamed him.

Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you  - you were fine with blending in, with people not noticing you - normally you would have cut your losses and returned to your room. But he was standing there, in your home with that shit-eating grin on his lips while some woman pawed at him.

The anger was irrational, it was stupid - you’d told him no, you didn’t get to be angry. But why had he even asked? Why go through all of that when it was obviously so easy for him? He’d stood in front of you and laughed at the idea you weren’t his type, but here he was, proving you right. Was that why he’d given up so easily? (Though could you really call it easy when you’d told him no at least half a dozen times?)

Finally, something broke inside of you.

“Hey, can you fucking move?” It came out before you could stop yourself, a little louder than it really needed to be, but it got her attention.

And his.

“Excuse me?” She turned on you and, yeah, she was just as pretty face on.

“Hey, you’re here,” Billy smiled, though the smile only lasted for a moment.

“Of course I’m here, I fucking live here.” You snapped, pulling the refrigerator door open, forcing the blonde to step back.

“Oh, you’re the roommate, the bike messenger. That’s cute.” The blonde smirked, all but looking down her nose at you (which honestly wasn’t hard given the five inch heels she was standing on).

“I’ll show you fucking cute in a minute,” you practically snarled as you fished a can of beer from the fridge. 

She stepped forwards, ready to call your bluff, but Billy decided to chime in.

“Michelle, can you give us a moment?” He barely even looked at her and, under different circumstances, you might have enjoyed the way her face dropped at being dismissed by him. But you were too angry at him to pay her much mind once she started to walk away, even if she did mutter something that sounded vaguely threatening under her breath as she went.

Billy looked at you, obviously trying to figure out where your little outburst had come from. You tongued the inside of your cheek, glancing around at the mess Tammy’s guests had left all over the kitchen - mess you’d probably have to clean up in the morning.

“You should probably go after her,” you finally broke the silence, “she might fall off those heels and break her neck.”

“I’m sorry.” He offered with something of a sigh.

“For what?”

“For what she said. It was shitty.”

“It’s fine.” It really wasn’t fine. “I’m used to it.” It still pissed you off though. “And if it really bothered you, you should’ve at least had the balls to say it was shitty while she was still standing here. Not that I need you protecting me.”

“Have I done something wrong?” He finally decided to ask. “I feel like you’re pissed at me but I did exactly what you wanted me to do, I stayed away.”

“Being in my apartment isn’t staying away, Billy.”

“And that’s why you’re pissed? Because I came to a party? It’s not like I was trying to hunt you down, you came over here. Tammy said you’d stay in your room, that -”

“You know what? Never mind. You wouldn’t get it.” With that, you turned and started to walk away from him, swiping a bottle of vodka from the counter as you made your way back. Billy called after you, but he didn’t dare try to follow, and you didn’t breathe again until you were safely back in your room.

The next hour or so faded into something of a blur once you opened the vodka. Outside of your room the party raged on, showing no signs of ending anytime soon, but all you could think about was Billy. Have I done something wrong? It played over and over in your head and, even hours later, you still didn’t have an answer.

Yes, he’d done something wrong.

Only, no, he hadn’t.

You’d told him no, you’d turned him down; you didn’t get to be upset that he was letting other women throw themselves at him. You didn’t get to be angry that he was probably going to take Michelle home with him tonight. But you were angry, and that’s what annoyed you the most.

You felt used, felt like you’d been nothing more than a game to him and that, even if you had said yes, he would have dropped you the moment someone like her looked his way. 

Most of all you were upset that you had nothing to offer a man like Billy Russo.

After a while you got to your feet, planning on heading to the kitchen again for a glass of water - who would have guessed that trying to drink straight vodka was not the best idea? Being south of sober definitely made navigating the crowd of people a lot more interesting. Until you ran into her. Literally. Her drink fell from her hand the moment you collided, most going on you, but enough ending up on her.

You didn’t stop or wait to hear what she had to say, suddenly feeling like everyone was looking at you. You didn’t even make it to the kitchen, instead you ducked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you, banging your fist against the door, needing to do something to help release the frustration. Once you were done hitting the door, you leaned against it, pressing your forehead against the wood, trying to get your shit together enough to go back out there and make it back to your room without causing anymore issues.

It wasn’t until you heard the toilet flush that you realised you weren’t alone.

And, as you turned, there he was. Billy-fucking-Russo pulling up his zipper.

“Shit, sorry -” you blurted out, cheeks burning with embarrassment, “- the lock, sometimes it doesn’t -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Billy shrugged, washing his hands like it was all perfectly normal, “though if you wanna work your frustration out, I can suggest something a little better than punching the door.”

“Of course you can,” rolling your eyes. “Can you just go, please?”

“I would, but I don’t think you really want that, sweetheart,” he smiled, waving his hand, reminding you that you were still pressed against the door, trapping him in there with you. You didn’t move. “Seriously, what did I do to piss you off? You asked me not to bother you anymore, so I left you alone. Why are you acting like I kicked your dog?”

As he spoke, Billy stepped forwards. You didn’t move, you just kept your eyes fixed on his, on those dark eyes that seemed to look right through all of your bullshit. You could get lost in those eyes; you wanted him to look right through you to all the things you kept hidden, just to prove yourself right about him when he walked away.

You didn’t answer his question. You didn’t have an answer for him. Silence fell and the space between you shrunk with every passing second until you had to tilt your head back against the door just to look at him.

“Why me?” You finally dared to ask the question that had been plaguing you since that first kiss.

“Why you, what?”

“Why kiss me when you have women like Michelle throwing themselves at you? Was it a slow week or did you think I’d just be desperate enough to say yes?” There was a pain in your words that you didn’t want to share with him; you didn’t want Billy to know that you were jealous, that he’d made you feel cheap and easily replaced.

For a second he looked at you, like he was thinking, like he was trying to understand just what you were saying. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, catching every little flicker of upset. Then he was moving, reaching for you and pulling you towards him, while simultaneously pressing you back against the door, his lips finding yours.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. No, it was everything you thought of when you dared to think of Billy; dominant and eager, possessive and hungry. His teeth nipped your lower lip, relieving you of your last scrap on common sense. You could taste whiskey on his lips and on his tongue as you fought with him to deepen the kiss, to get everything you could from him. Fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, his body strong and firm against yours.

His hand held the back of your neck, fingers tangling with your hair, holding you in place while he devoured you with his kiss. It wasn’t long before your hips started to move, pressing yourself against him, trying to find some sort of relief.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed against your lips.

The confession was almost enough to distract from the hand that moved between your bodies. Your thigh lifted to his hip, desperately pressing closer and closer while his lips began to trail up and down your neck. His touch made you feel like you were burning from the inside out and your breath caught the moment you felt his hand slip beneath the waistband of your leggings and into your panties. Your head fell back against the door as his fingers slipped lower, and by the time they reached your clit, you were aching for him.

Billy paused for the briefest of seconds, waiting for any sign that he’d gone too far. You gave him none. His lips covered yours again, kissing you and swallowing down all the gasps and moans that started to spill from you the moment his fingers started to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wasn’t slow or gentle, he was eager, pushing you violently towards breaking point; too fast, too soon.

You felt the bang through the door before you heard it, Tammy called your name, and you froze.

“W-what?” You called out, quickly realising that Billy’s fingers were still moving and he had no intention of stopping. 

“Did you just throw a drink at Michelle?”

Billy’s hand sunk lower through the arousal that had soaked your panties and started to ease a finger inside you. The look on his face was shamelessly smug, enjoying watching you struggle to keep quiet. But you didn’t push him away, didn’t try to make him stop; you wanted him to do his worst.

Tammy banged on the door again.

“Well, did you?”

“No,” you gasped as his finger started to stroke into you from tip to knuckle.

“She said you did.”

His finger bent inside you while his thumb teased your clit; he knew exactly what he was doing, how impossible he was making things.

“I didn’t, it - it was an accident.” Your voice broke and your back arched, pressing into his touch.

His lips moved to your ear, tongue trailing along your lobe before he whispered; “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” And, as if to prove the point (or maybe just because he was enjoying watching you squirm) Billy sank a second finger into your wetness. Just one look at him told you everything you needed to know; he loved how much control he had over you, how much power.

“I said how did you accidentally -”

“Tammy, I -” you bit your lips together, trying to swallow down a moan, clenching around his fingers, “- I didn’t do anything to Michelle, so can you just fuck off and leave me alone?”

“You are fucking unbelieveable, you know that? I can’t fucking -”

Whatever she was saying, it didn’t matter. Your fingers tangled in Billy’s hair and you pulled him into a needy kiss, using his lips to muffle the sounds he was tearing from you. Every stroke from his fingers left you feeling dizzy, taking another piece of your sanity with them every time they pulled back. Your hips shifted, riding his fingers, taking everything he was giving you.

You already knew that you were going to let him fuck you. You were already thinking about it; right there against the door first, then bent over the sink so you could watch him in the mirror. Everywhere, anywhere. Every little thing was Billy, as his fingers drove you higher and higher.

Awkwardly, you ran your hand down the front of his shirt to his pants, finding the bulge of his erection and palming it through the fabric. You felt Billy’s lips pull into a smile against yours, his hips pressing into your touch. Fuck, you couldn’t get over how hard he was because of you. 

His fingers bent, stretching you, exploring you, until they found a spot that made you shudder.

“Billy -” you cried against his lips.

“So that’s what you sound like when you cry my name,” he groaned in response, looking at you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You could tell that he wanted more, that he needed everything from you. It should have scared you just how much he wanted but as his fingers found that spot over and over again, you couldn’t think about anything but Billy and how he was making you feel.

Your hand moved, tracing the hard outline of his cock, but you couldn’t do much more than that as Billy’s fingers dragged you to orgasm. He kissed you as you came, fingers still stroking into you, trying to drag the moment out as long as possible. Even his lips and tongue couldn’t completely muffle the moans and cries that spilled from you but, if anything, Billy seemed to enjoy it.

When it was done, your foot found the floor again, legs shaking beneath you as you tried to catch your breath. And, as you did, reality started to hit home. 

What had you just done? You’d let your roommate's new boss finger you in the bathroom at a party after drinking too much vodka, that's what.

And, why? Because you’d been jealous that he’d been giving someone else a shred of attention. Because he’d done exactly what you’d asked him to and he’d left you alone.

His lips moved back to your neck, his body pressed impossibly close, letting you know he wasn’t done. Billy wanted more. And you - fuck, some part of you still wanted that, especially when he pulled back his fingers and left you feeling devastatingly empty. You hated how worthless you suddenly felt knowing that you’d given him what he wanted from you - so what if he’d been thinking about you? That didn’t change the fact that, if you hadn’t stumbled into the bathroom, he probably would have taken Michelle home.

(He still could take her home. He could fuck her with the same fingers he'd just had inside you.)

Your whole body tensed when you felt his hands tugging at your leggings, and you knew it couldn't continue.

“Stop,” you finally managed to find your voice again, pushing him away from you.

Billy looked at you, confused and maybe even a little angry (or maybe you wanted him to be angry because it made what came next easier for you).

“What’s wrong?” He asked, expression softening when he noticed the look of anguish on your face.

“I can’t -” your voice broke. You hated yourself and hated him for making you feel that way, for twisting up your insides and giving you a fleeting glimpse of feelings you knew could never last.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reached for you, fingers ghosting your cheek, trying to soothe you before you recoiled.

“I shouldn’t've, I - I need to -”

For the first time since you’d met him, Billy was left lost for words, trying to figure out what had happened in the last thirty seconds to trigger this sudden change in you, and you took the opportunity to open the door and slip away from him. You heard him call after you but you didn’t stop, making your way through the small crowd that had somehow managed to cram itself into your apartment. You didn’t see him try to follow after you, you didn’t look back, even as you reached the front door and left the apartment. 

You walked for a little while, not really knowing where you were going or what you were going to do. You just knew that you couldn’t go back, that you couldn’t face him. Eventually you wound up in the little diner a couple of blocks over where you sometimes grabbed breakfast in the morning and you stayed there, drinking coffee and eating pancakes until the early hours of the morning, until you were certain that the party would have finished and everyone would have left.

As much as you didn’t want to, you kept thinking about Billy, about everything that had happened, and how much you’d wanted it before the panic had set in. By the time you finally made it home, you were exhausted, crawling into bed and promising yourself that you’d stay away from Billy Russo from then on.

END NOTES : After the next part there are going to be fewer time jumps between chapters, I just wanted to kind of let Billy and the reader stew in their emotions for a bit. The next part is pretty much finished, it just needs some editing (funny story, the T and the I keys on my laptop are loose so if there’s any hilarious typos that slip though that’s probably why). But, yeah, the next part should be up next saturday!

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Chapter Four

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If it's okay could I please ask for another yandere shu x kianna

but where he finds her in the bathroom with bruising and nasty bit marks on her shoulders and finds out ayato try to make her break up with shu to be with him and she said no so he got rough with her and she ended up kicking him in the stomach and running off and hides in the bathroom

OFC <333

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The music from Shu’s headphones is low, a soft classical track buzzing as background noise as he roams the halls in a lazy daze. He hasn’t seen Kianna in a few hours — something that would normally mean she’s off in one of her reading corners or hiding in the garden. But the air feels wrong. Too still. And then he hears the lock click. The bathroom door. He pauses in the hallway outside it, frowning slightly as he slips his earbuds out. “...Kianna?” he calls, tapping the door lazily with the back of his knuckle. “You in there? You’ve been gone a while.” No response. A pause. Then, a stifled inhale. Like someone trying not to cry. His body reacts before his mind does — an ice-cold flash of dread shoots down his spine as he grabs the door handle. “Open it.” Still nothing. But now, he hears a soft shuffling from inside. He doesn’t wait. Shu picks the lock in under ten seconds — calm but deadly — and swings the door open with a force that startles her where she’s curled against the side of the tub, clutching her arm to her chest. And then he sees it. Bruises. Large, blooming purples across her shoulder. And— Bite marks. Deep ones. Ragged. Not his. His blue eyes narrow like knives as he takes a step in. “…Who?” Kianna flinches. “Shu—wait, it’s not what—” He crouches in front of her, cups her jaw firmly, tilting her face up with the gentleness of a man trying not to crush a glass doll. “Who touched you?” he repeats, voice low, smooth, but boiling underneath. “Whose mouth did this to your skin?” She hesitates—his thumb brushes under her eye, wiping away a tear she didn’t realize had fallen.

“Ayato.”

Something in his expression fractures. Not overt. Not loud. Just a subtle, frozen shift, like watching ice crack beneath a surface. “…What?” “He said I should leave you,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “Said you don’t love anyone. That I’d be better with him. I told him no and… and he wouldn’t let go of me, Shu. He bit down like he wanted to leave something permanent. I kicked him—really hard—but I just ran. I couldn’t find you.” For a second, silence. Then. “He touched you like you were his. Like I’m not already inside every part of you.” Shu rises to his full height slowly — deathly calm. “Stay here.” “Shu—don’t do anything crazy—” He leans down, brushing a kiss to the top of her head like it’s a ritual. “You think I’m not already crazy, Kianna? He put his hands on you. He bit you.” His voice is soft. Too soft. When Shu returns, his white shirt is flecked with blood along the sleeve. He doesn’t speak right away. He just returns to Kianna, finds her curled in his bed where he told her to stay, and wraps himself around her from behind like a blanket of iron. She asks what happened. “Nothing permanent. But he won’t be standing straight for a week. And if he tries to speak your name again, I’ll cut out his tongue.” He whispers it like a promise against the curve of her neck. His hand traces the bruises slowly, reverently, like memorizing every inch someone else dared to touch. “I’ll get rid of every mark that isn’t mine.” She shakes beneath his grip. He doesn’t let go. Doesn’t want to. “You don’t hide from me again, Kianna. Ever.” His voice cracks now — barely — raw and trembling. “I already lost everything once. You’re all I care about. So if anyone—anyone—tries to take you away from me again… I won’t stop at blood.” And he means it. She knows he means it.

Because Shu doesn’t threaten. Shu promises.

[crazycurly-77]

Deadly Countdown - Chapter 2

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Gibbs x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, some violence

This is written in the style of the Series 24.

Everything you read occurs in real time.

What happened in the last chapter:

Tony was looking around Abby's apartment for clues and he came across a possible witness. Gibbs told Ducky what happened and headed to DiNozzo. And the kidnappers have drugged Abby and are on their way to their hideout.

Hour 2 of 12: 09:00 - 10:00 a.m.

09:04:23 a.m.

Abby's apartment:

Gibbs drove even faster than usual in an effort to start working in Abby's apartment as soon as possible.

When Tony saw him coming with the equipment, he breathed a sigh of relief because the neighbor was looking at him the whole time as if HE had something to do with this chaos.

Accordingly, she stood in Gibbs' way as he walked through the front door.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she hissed at him, whereupon he raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked questioningly at DiNozzo.

Tony sighed: "Mrs...."

"Goldman, young man," she said snippily.

Putting on a brave smile, he began again: "Mrs. Goldman, this is Jethro Gibbs. The boss of Ms. Sciuto and me. He has come to help me secure clues as to Abby's whereabouts."

She looked him up and down, narrowed her eyes suspiciously again and asked: "Can you identify yourself?"

Gibbs laughed briefly: "Of course." He put down the suitcases and showed the lady his ID, who looked at it with interest.

"Good, approved," the woman said with satisfaction.

“Are you a neighbor?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes. I live across from Ms. Sciuto.”

“Did you hear anything?”

She shook her head sadly: “No. I was listening to music with headphones and only heard a little shouting, but I assumed a neighbor’s TV was a bit loud.”

Gibbs nodded and gave her his business card: “Thank you, Mrs. Goldman. If you think of anything else, please let me know. You can reach me at this number.”

She took his card, looked at him worriedly and asked quietly: “You will find our dear girl, won’t you?”

“We will do everything necessary to do that, rest assured,” he replied and she left the crime scene.

He immediately went to DiNozzo, looked around and asked: “What do you have?”

“Unfortunately, not much,” he replied, “Probably fingerprints on the door and you just spoke to the only witness.”

“Okay, then we'll get to work. You get fingerprints and I'll take photos and sketches.”

“Yes, boss,” Tony confirmed and they got to work as quickly and thoroughly as possible because every minute counted.

But when they were finished, packed up their things and were about to leave the apartment, something caught their eye... a glass.

A glass with a dark red liquid... blood. And on the glass were two letters written in blood: AS.

09:40:56 a.m.

Hiding place:

When they arrived at the hiding place, Abby was still unconscious. Da Vinci put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her inside. After checking her bonds and putting her in the back, he went to Galileo, who was sitting at the control panel in front of several screens and said: “Let's see how the Gunny is doing...”

His absolutely evil grin and his ice-cold tone even scared his assistant.

Da Vinci gradually began to suspect that he not only wanted revenge on the investigator, but that he was also absolutely insane.

09:51:04 a.m.

Forensic Lab, NCIS HQ:

After Gibbs and Tony arrived back at NCIS headquarters, they immediately brought the clues to you so that you could examine them.

When the two entered the lab, you immediately ran to them. Something was very wrong. Abby should have been there long ago and your colleagues looked just as worried as you felt.

Suspecting something bad, you looked at your boss. You didn't really want to hear it, but unfortunately it was unavoidable. You asked him in a whisper: "What's going on? Where is Abs?"

Gibbs tried to stay calm, put his hands on your shoulders and explained: "She's been kidnapped and a bomb will explode in just over 10 hours. The perpetrator wants to torture me and is threatening you all. You're not going anywhere alone, is that clear?" He was scared for you, but he tried not to show his worry. 

Your voice failed you, so you just nodded. You felt numb and leaned against him. He sensed that you needed his comfort and his closeness. So he kissed you gently on the forehead, put his arms around you and pulled you close.

After a short while you pulled away from him again. "Are you okay?" Jethro asked quietly. "Yes," you said, barely audible, but confirmed with a nod.

"Okay. First run the fingerprints through the database and then tell me whose blood this is."

He pointed to a glass of blood that was standing on the table. It said: “AS” - Abigail Sciuto. Oh my God.

…09:59:34 a.m.…10 hours until the explosion…

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CHAPTER 09: YUJI'S BROTHER

JUST THE WAY THINGS GO || MEGUMI X READER

The sound of a door opening behind them scared the life out of them, heads turning towards the sound, hearts racing but..

"Y/N?" Inumaki asked, calming down.

You noticed that not only your friends but Nobara as well are all in the office.

"Did you all get in trouble? Why are you here?" You asked, walking up to them.

"Why are you here?" Maki asked, ignoring your question.

You walked towards a pile of paper then picked it up.

"My aunt wanted some student files and told me to get it.." You mumbled.

You decided to not question them anymore, leaving the room with a warning.

"The principal is returning soon, so maybe you should leave soon." You ended, leaving the room.

The others looked at each other then decided to run out the office, leaving the papers there.

The bell rang and everyone made it to their classes, but Nobara stopped Yuji before he could enter.

"We need to ask your brother some questions." She simply said.

"What? Why?"

"He may know something, let's just go to class."

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You stayed back in class, finishing up some notes while your friends all left in a hurry making up some excuse but you told them that it's okay.

You packed up your books and made your way into a certain classroom, your aunt told you she had to leave for a while and won't return until later in the afternoon, leaving you with the only choice to hide away with your homeroom teacher.

You made it to the history classroom, slightly opening the door and was greeted with the sight of your teacher writing work on the board and a certain white haired male.

Their heads turned in your direction, which caused you to look away.

"You can come in Y/N." Suguru told you and you did as he said.

You sat on one of the desks, pulled out your headphones and decided to listen to music.

Satoru looked at his friends for answers and Suguru explained.

They left you alone, wanting you to be comfortable in your own mini world.

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"Megs we have to leave for a bit." Nobara told the male as they all stood up from their desks.

Megumi looked up the duo with a slight bored look on his face.

"It's okay I was heading to the library anyways.." He mumbled, grabbing his bag and began to exit the classroom.

Both Nobara and Yuji looked at each then raced out the classroom.

They all joined the others, everyone in the cafeteria sitting where people rarely sits by, with Yuji in the middle with his phone out.

He scrolled through his contacts, looking for his brother's own.

When he finally did, he called him and everyone remained silent.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

"Hello? Yuji?"

They all looked at each other then back at the phone.

"Hey Cho, I have a question for you." Yuji asked him.

"Question? Okay ask away."

"Do you remember about that incident that happened when you were still in the school?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I want to ask you some questions about it."

The phone went silent for a while, everyone sharing glances and small whispers were heard among the group.

"Focus on school Yuji, later we can talk about it. I'm guessing your friends want to know as well so just make a group chat or something, just don't focus on that right now."

The group, who was now busted from being a secret thanks to the whispering, celebrated in silence.

"What a nice brother.." Nobara mumbled.

"Thank you." Was the last thing they heard before the phone went silent, signaling that he ended the call.

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The rest of the day flew by, everyone has left the building, besides you and a few other teachers including your aunt's friends.

"Must suck being stuck here huh?" Satoru joked, looking up from his phone.

You sighed in response, resting your face in your palm.

"You have friends right? Why don't you hang out with them during lunch?" He asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"They do their own thing and I don't mind, though it is a bit lonely sometimes." You mumbled.

"Why not make new ones?" Suguru entered the chat, finished erasing whatever work he had on the board.

You thought about what he said for a while, which caused you to remember a certain someone.

"Maybe I should.." You mumbled to yourself.

Satoru pulled out a deck of uno cards from who knows where.

"Let's play until Shoko comes back!" He said, placing the cards on your desk as Suguru joined you both.

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lavender haze | stuart twombly x fem!reader

“i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me”

stuart and y/n had been dating for only a few months after accidentally meeting while he was renting a few dvds from where she worked.

“surreal, i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say”

stuart liked keeping his private life, well, private from the others at google. but there wasn’t much he could do when they found out that he had a girlfriend.

“no deal, the 1950s sh*t they want from me”

warnings: swearing, kissing or wtv, nothing too bad

“i just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

☾

“stewie’s got a girlfriend?” nick grinned at him teasingly. “wow. never would’ve guessed.”

“i know, right?” billy, who had been the one to find out and tell the others, grinned. “dark and stormy’s not very dark and stormy anymore.”

“guys, can you just shut up about it now?” stuart asked, turning to face his laptop again. “yes. i have a girlfriend. big deal.”

“this is a big deal, stuart.” billy told him. “do we get to meet her?”

“no.”

“what? never?”

“never.”

“aww.” neha fake-pouted. “anyway, can we get back to work?”

“finally something i agree with.” stuart pointed to her. “back to work.”

“but i would love to meet your girlfriend, stuart.” neha added and he groaned. “do you think she’d follow me on instagram?”

“no. shut up.”

“oh, come on, stuart.” billy laughed as stuart put his headphones on. “don’t be like that.”

“guys, back to work.” lyle ordered and the rest of the group sighed before turning back to their computers.

“how’d you meet your girlfriend, stuart?” yo-yo asked and the room burst into chatter again.

“yeah, how, stuart?” nick asked and stuart rolled his eyes.

“none of your business.” stuart replied, pulling out his phone after it vibrated, indicating he got a text. it was from you.

“you should invite her to tomorrow night, stuart.” billy suggested. “to the par-tay.”

stuart gave billy a weird look. “why?”

“so we can meet her, duh.” neha scoffed.

“no.”

“invite her.” billy ordered.

“no.” stuart shook his head.

“do it. invite her.” nick agreed.

“no.” he spoke more firmly. “i’m not inviting her.”

“hey, babe.” you greeted as stuart appeared in front of the counter as you worked. “what’s up?”

“are you busy tomorrow night?” he asked. straight to the point.

“i shouldn’t be. why?”

stuart sighed. “there’s some work party and everyone in my group wants you to come.”

you smiled. “really?”

“yeah. so, if you want, you can come.” stuart silently prayed you wouldn’t want to go. “you don’t have to.”

“no, it sounds fun. i’ll go.”

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not?”

“nothing. yeah, cool, whatever.” he forced a smile. “see you at my place tonight?”

“yeah, of course.”

“great.” stuart turned around and the smile dropped.

fuck.

he really wanted you to say no.

he could’ve just not brought it up and acted like you weren’t invited, but that would be a horrible thing to do.

he wished he did that.

that was how you ended up at a google work party the next night with stuart, hiding in the corner of the room.

“why can’t i meet your friends?” you asked and stuart frowned.

“because you can’t.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink and adjusting the beanie on his head.

if it weren’t casual dress you probably would’ve had to rip the hat from his head to make sure he wouldn’t be wearing it.

“from what you’ve told me they don’t seem bad.” you shrugged and stuart stared at you.

“trust me. they are the worst.”

“are you talking about us, stewie?” nick asked as he approached the two of you, and stuart rolled his eyes and groaned. nick held out his hand to you. “i’m nick.”

“no.” stuart grabbed your hand. “let’s go.”

“oh, come on, stu.” you gave him a look. you shook nick’s hand. “my name’s y/n.”

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n.” nick greeted before looking at stuart. “she’s so much nicer than you. where have you been hiding her?”

stuart glared and you chuckled.

“no seriously, how the hell did you get such a nice girlfriend when you’re a massive jerk?” nick asked jokingly. “i’m kidding.”

awkward silence.

“i’ll be back in a second.” stuart mumbled to you. “stay here.”

“where are you going?” you asked stuart while nick wandered off to get another drink.

“just the bathroom.” he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll be right back.”

“alright then. go.” you pushed him lightly and he kissed you once more before he walked away.

“so, you’re stuart’s girlfriend?”

you turned your head at the voice and were met with a girl around your age.

so when stuart left the bathroom, he found you happily talking with neha patel.

when he appeared at your side again, stuart took your hand in his and you smiled.

“hey.” you looked away from him and went back to your conversation with neha.

stuart stared at the two of you. he didn’t like you talking to neha. he had tried so hard to keep you separate from his work friends.

he knew what they were like. he didn’t want them to be all in your business, or to annoy you too much.

he didn’t want them to scare you off. after all, you had only been dating for three months.

“—alright, thank you, neha.” stuart quickly cut off whatever conversation you were having and tugged on your hand. “we’re gonna go now.”

“what?” you asked, confused. “why?”

he shook his head, gave neha an extremely forced smile and practically pulled you across the room.

“stuart, what the hell is going on with you?” you asked as the two of you left the room and went out into the hallway.

“nothing.”

“bullshit.”

“who have you talked to tonight?”

“why?”

“who?”

“like, five people. nick, billy, neha, lyle and yo-yo.” you counted on your fingers as you listed them. “and billy introduced me to some guy he called chetty, so six.”

“oh, god.” stuart groaned and rubbed his eyes, his hands slipping under his glasses.

“why, stuart? what’s the big deal?” you asked. “why are you being so weird?”

“because they’re so…” stuart sighed. “they act like they need to know everything about everyone and are always trying to know everything about every aspect of my life.”

stuart let go of your hand and instead sat his hands on your waist.

“you’re the one thing i want to keep separate from them. i don’t want them to end up ruining this.” stuart spoke quietly. you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “i love you, y/n.”

that was something new.

you smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips before pulling away just a second later.

“i love you too, stuart.” you laughed softly against his lips, making him smile, before you leaned into another kiss.

you reached up and pulled the beanie off of his head, running your fingers through his hair after.

“you’ve got to agree that they’re annoying, right?” stuart asked almost immediately after pulling away.

“oh, definitely. i think billy asked me about eight times if we were going to get married.”

stuart laughed a little. “seriously?”

“yeah. they asked so many questions about us.”

the two of you were silent for a moment.

“do you want to go back inside?” he gestured to the doors beside you.

“no.” you answered, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “i just want to stay with you.”

“back to my place?” he asked and you nodded.

“of course.”

the two of you headed towards the building’s front doors.

“do you want take-out?”

“it’s, like, midnight.”

“yeah, but do you?”

“yeah.”

stuart chuckled and opened the door for you. “i love you.”

“so you’ve said.” you teased, kissing his cheek. “i love you, too.”

you both walked to the car in silence. hand-in-hand.

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a/n: i feel like this is too short or smth, but yay lavender haze

[culturalsillystine]

old fic

An unstable life

 Y/N's  P.O.V

I watched my mom stumble through the house. I was used to seeing her like this, drunken and angry "Y/NNNNNN" She slurred out. I walked to the sound. "You." I felt a familiar pain on my head and began picking up the pieces of broken wine bottle. I did nothing to deserve this.

       (Flashback)

I was skipping through my house, happy after a good day at school. My dad was falling through the house. I hid from him as he approached me. "Stop hiding. I know you're there." I came out from under the bed. He asked me calmly "want to come play a game?"

       (end of flashback)

I was abused by my mom now. I was raped by my dad and my mom accused me of "stealing him away" as they are now divorced. I was used to it. I knew every crevice of this house and all the places to hide. I knew all exits. Before the woman I am forced to call my mother comes home everyday, I would sneak out into the woods, to a little hideout where I could listen to music and think. I was heading to the hideout, all geared up with my headphones and my phone. I put on "You're gonna go far kid" by Offspring

Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet Now dance, fucker, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you steal away Take him out today Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me There's something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want Well it's all because of meNow dance, fucker, dance Man, I never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you'll lead the way Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid, trust, deceived!With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Now dance, fucker, dance He never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you So dance, fucker, dance I never had a chance It was really only you With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Clever alibis, Lord of the flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

I danced through the forest and heard a noise behind me. I quickly pulled out a pocket knife and (even though I was freaking out on the inside) calmly explained into the forest "I know you're here. If you wish to start a fight, politely fuck off."

??? P.O.V

I couldn't believe what I heard. This was the first time a victim told me to 'fuck off'. I decided to head back and report to the boss. 

Y/N P.O.V 

I sat there for about 5 minutes after the noise. I checked my watch and ran home to face the whore that birthed me. She wasn't home when I got home. 'That means she is going to come home with a "friend"' I scowled and made myself some ramen. (ramen is amazing fite me).  As expected, my mom came home and told me to stay in my room. It got late and I decided to get on Wattpad. I was scrolling through my meme books and X readers when I stopped on a "how to summon creepypastas" book. I was into testing these things. I jumped out my window with expertise and walked into the woods to summon the famous Slenderman. I drew the proxy sign and waited. I got bored and walked to my little spot. It was now around 11 PM, and I had to get home, I had school tomorrow.                                                                                                                                       

                                (Time skip to tomorrow brought to you by Slendad)

I woke up and saw my mom left for work. I covered up the bruises I had and put on my uniform.

(Your outfit)

I hurried off to school and saw the group of girls that everyone avoids. They called to me "Heyyyy bitch." I walked away from them. The leader, Karen was visibly getting annoyed. "I SAID HI BITCH" I replied with a simple " I know". Look, I'm a nice person, but I will not hesitate to tell you to shut up. I practically ran to my friend group, that consists of social outcasts like me. Here they are as well as the reason they are outcasts. 

Avery:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a lesbian, and gets called crazy for how much she knows about people (I call her info chan and she calls me Ayano)

Emma:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a Bi,(Like me)smart, anti-social bean.

Julia:

Reason for being in the friend group: Her naturally red hair, being pan.

Oliver:

Reason for being in the friend group: Not as athletic as the other boys, Karen's ex. 

Kyle:

Reason for being in the friend group: His mismatched eyes and the fact he's gay.

Carter (or melissa):

Reason for being in the friend group: He gets teased for being a trap. Kyle's boyfriend.

We started talking about cute anime boys and girls, and I dramatically exclaim "How could you steal my waifu Emma?!" Emma giggled, "Because you already have like 56!" "THERE IS NO LIMIT TO HOW MANY WAIFUS  U CAN HAVE!" While we talked, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched........ "HEY! EARTH TO Y/N!" Avery yells. I snap out of thought and reply "What!?" "It's time for ELA" "I- Oh"  "We on for that sleepover Y/N?" Julia asks "Yep. My mom will do anything to get me out of her hair for a night." "IT'S GONNA BE SO FUN!" "Yeah, and I'm gonna bring my phone so we can read fanfic all night." I giggled. Kyle spoke up "Are you sure that your mom won't mind having us all over?" "Of course!" We all headed to ELA.

        (Time skip to after school brought to you by Laughing Jackass)

I quickly packed up my stuff, change of clothes, Phone, speakers, headphones, and my sketchbook. I rode my bike to Emma's house, where she was waiting in the driveway with the others. It was currently      9 PM, so we had to settle in. Me and the boys didn't bother to change into pajamas, we were fine going to sleep in our day clothes. 

Avery's clothes:

Emma's clothes:

Julia's clothes:

I decided to get out my phone so we can vibe to some music, instead they had a better idea. "We should summon Slenderman in the woods behind my house" mused Emma. I agreed, despite knowing they will be disappointed. 'what am I going to do with these people?'

A/N First (very long) chapter. I know we have barely met the creepypastas, but the first chapters are about Y/N.  See U next time my little Waffles!!!

A strange sleepover

Still Y/N's P.O.V

I got out everything we needed. Slenderman wasn't going to come, I knew it. I had already tried, But I wanted to have fun with my friends. They got sad when he didn't come. I tried to act sad, and it was working. I suggested we go home to vibe to some music. I pulled out my phone and put on Rich Kids by New Medicine (Great song, I recommend it) and started singing.

Y/N:

La la la (rich kids) La la la Yo, turn that shit up

Avery:  

I coulda went to college like rich kids do Buying weed with the money that your mom sent you But I don't give a damn about no higher degree Cause you know in rock and roll, I got a PhD, bitch We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All: 

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Y/N:

(La la la la la)

(Yeah, that's right, I'm always sunny honey Here we go, second verse)

Oliver:

I'm broke as a junky but I have a good time All the ladies think I'm cute cause they like the way I rhyme And the high school kids steal my mp3s Ain't no other mother (fucker) rock this mic like me, yeah

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Y/N: 

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey ( I got nothing man, got zero, zilch, nothing)

Emma:

We got all that we need We got all that we need We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Kyle:

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Carter:

(I'm always sunny honey

Ha ha ha (Rich kids)

I'm always sunny honey (rich kids)

(the bold print was being weird so I had to hand type it all, sorry if there are any lyric mistakes)

We heard something outside and I went to go check the window. I saw a faceless figure, Slenderman himself. "Ummmm....AVERY! EMMA! EVERYONE!" By the time they got to the window, he was gone. "There's nothing out there, you just need some sleep." I hesitantly settled into my sleeping bag. 'I know I saw something....'  I couldn't sleep that night, so I waited until 1 AM and carefully slipped into my change of clothes and my hoodie/crop top 

(If you want you can pretend there are short shorts under the skirt)

I walked outside with a flashlight and plunged deep into the woods. I felt followed. I "accidently" dropped my flashlight and bent down to pick it up. Just for a second I caught a glimpse of two masked men, while only a glimpse, it was all I needed for a sign to run. I heard them tearing after me, but all those years running from my mom and dad weren't for nothing.  After finding myself at Emma's house again, I ran inside and locked the door.

??? P.O.V

"So that's the one BEN was talking about? She seems more like a scared type." "Still, Slender said to grab her." Brian was trying to find weak points in her guard while I was contemplating what would happen if we went back empty-handed. We planned to steal her after luring her out, but she's proved harder to catch. " Don't you wonder why Slender wanted us to kidnap her?" "I believe he said something about 'potential' and such."  We had to come home with the girl. 

Y/N's P.O.V 

'Holy shit, that was close' I realized I would be biking home alone, as my mom doesn't care enough to get me a car. 'This will be.....difficult' 

(Second chap and an AMAZING user that has been giving me sooo much support @person who no longer exists

back to the hell hole we go!

(A/N I decided to stop posting side chapters and get back into the story)

I dismissed the men in the woods as lack of sleep, though I did so mostly to help calm my anxiety on the way home. I rode home and began vibing to my music. I put on the song Deepest Cut by Get Scared.

Music always calms me, but since I was on edge about last night, I turned the volume to one of the lowest settings. I kept hearing strange little ticks and rode faster. I soon found myself at my house, and prepared to face my bitchy mom. "Y/N. Here. Now." The hag growled out. I obediently walked toward the sound. I turned the corner of the hall and felt a great pain on my head. I took a deep breath and dug my nails into my skin. My eyes began to water. My mother clicked her tongue "Tch, pathetic. Clean up the house, its filthy." She kicked me in the stomach and walked off. I finished cleaning and walked off into the woods. I spotted my hideout and headed toward it. The woods didn't feel right any more. I continued to hear tics and I decided I had enough. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I yelled to no one in particular. The tics paused for a moment, they were soon replaced with static. I knew who this was. I waited for Slenderman, and right on cue, there he was. I confidently gripped my pocket knife, ready to fight back. A tendril was headed right for me, I dodged and used the time I had to run into the foliage and attack from behind, I guess he sensed me. Slenderman sent another tendril at me, I stepped to the side and grabbed hold of the tendril, which propelled me over him and allowed me to cut his cheek. For a second he stood there, stunned. That stillness was short-lived as he ripped after me. I ran inside my home to see it trashed, and a very angry mother. "I. Said. SPOTLESS!" She said, venom lacing her words. "I-I-It was spotless when I left it!" I knew trying to defend myself would bring nothing, but I had to try. "I don't care if it looked like a temple when you left. I expect it to be clean whenI get home." She spoke with the self-righteousness she always said I lacked."No wonder your dad used you. You aren't good for anything else." That made my blood run cold. No one should mention him. He was a horrible man that used my foolishness as a child to his filthy needs. I giggled "What the hell was that?" My laugh got heavier. "S-Stop it! Your mother demands it!" "You sure demand a lot, don't you?" I walked toward her. "S-Stay back!" "No. How about you listen to ME for once? I have put up with your abuse, your slutty ways, (This is for emphasis on the story, I don't slut shame UwU) your drinking habit, the YEARS of blame for something I didn't want, but this? Mentioning the one person I truly hate? I will not take."I grabbed my pocket knife, I wanted to make her suffer. I cut her cheek, then grabbed her wine bottle and slammed on her head. She was tearing up. I mocked her from earlier, "Tch, pathetic." I used a sharp shard to cut her arm, and kicked her in the stomach, I then pulled out my knife and thought about it. 'If I kill her, there's no turning back. But she caused me so much pain!' I had made my decision. I slit her throat. After making sure she was dead, I packed up everything, clothes, phone, headphones, $50,000 cash. I called Avery "wassup?" "look, I will be going away for a while. Tell the others and NO ONE else. If the police come for me, tell them you know nothing. I can assure you one thing, I will be fine. Repeat these details to the group. You have my number if you need to talk. Goodbye." "WAIT! Y/N-" I hung up. I had to go into the forest.

INTO THE FOREST WE GO!

I entered the forest, the only sound being the leaves rustling as I try to calm my anxiety attack. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I hear a rustling behind me, I pull out my knife 'Dammit, I never had the time to clean that knife!' I saw the gleam of some unknown weapon, and took off like a shot. I ran out of the forest and kept on the street. I saw a coffee shop and headed inside. A man came in after me, I was a LITTLE nosy and eavesdropped. "(beverage), please." "Is that all?" "Yes." I walked up to the counter to pay, and was getting out my money as the man offered to pay for my coffee. I thanked him and walked to a table, he sat down next to me. "Why are you sitting here?" "Well, I did buy that for you." "Whatever, I'm too tired for this." I say taking a sip off my drink. "Say, what is a girl doing out here alone? Can you find home?" "Don't have a home." "Strange answer, but okay." Me and the man (Who I came to learn is named Tim) talked for a while. It was soon sunrise and I exited the shop and exchanged numbers with Tim. It was already daytime, there was no use in getting a room somewhere.  I was bored and put on Little Game by benny. (I'm sorry I couldn't find a video I will link my soundcloud at the end of the chapter!) 

I finished the song and walked to a nearby park. I took out my phone and started recording the park. I heard a voice "What are you doing why? Why is your camera out?" I turned around and saw a man in a yellow hoodie(Yall' know what I'm doing) I answered as bluntly as I can "I make documentaries about benches." "Weird." "Well, let me see what you do for a living!" he looked taken aback. "I'd rather not." "That's what I thought" I started to look through my phone and knew he was watching me. "What the hell do you want?" "To get to know you better." "Fine." We started hanging out, and by "hanging out" I mean I scrolled through my wattpad while he watched over my shoulder and I didn't kill him for looking at my phone. I came across a "Summoning Creepypastas" book I was reading earlier. "What's a creepypasta?" "Y'know? Crazy urban legends like Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, BEN drowned, Masky, Ticci Toby, Hoodie. Ring a bell?" I swear I saw him tense up when I mentioned Hoodie..... "Can I see a picture of them?" "ummm sure I'll show you them all, except for smile.dog, Jeff the killer, or Momo, they all scare me." (In this fanfic, SOME creepypastas have to scare you. Momo will be included in this line up as a creepypasta, but there will be no ending for her as she caused a lot of suicides, but I don't see her in fanfics and I wanna see how she fares.) He gave me the strangest look. I gave him my number and left, I was getting uncomfortable. I walked back into the woods, I didn't care if I was being followed. I saw my little spot, and sprinted toward it. I grabbed my journal and made another entry. 'I am afraid I have finally snapped, as my mother is dead by my own hands. I will leave this book in the woods, I plan to be dead or far away by the time this journal is found. I am going to my home to burn the evidence. For the last time, ~Y/N'

As I walked through the familiar woods, I heard the ticking again, I simply walked faster. I grabbed lighter fluid from the garage  and a box of matches from my room. I trailed the lighter fluid outside and threw in a match. I was leaving this awful place.

FINALLY MEETING THEM

Y/N's P.O.V

It was time for me to leave the house, it was getting dark and the blaze would be more noticable. I grabbed all things of value and ran into the forest. I put the hood of my jacket on as I was walking to my little spot. 'If Slenderman is real......are the other creepypastas real as well? I thought "Tim" and "Brian" were coincidental names, what if they were Hoodie and Masky? Its weird, knowing the ones that are so popular on the internet in fact exist......' I trekked through the forest hearing the ticks, well knowing who it was. "Yes?" No reply. "Look, I know you're there, just come out and tell me what you want." I had to play along, pretend I knew nothing.

Toby's P.O.V

The (skin color) girl was calmly explaining for me to come out, I couldn't. Boss told me not to. I calmly snuck up behind her and was ready to strike.

Y/N's P.O.V

I knew he would try to get me from behind, I grabbed his arm and flung onto his back. I heard him mutter something and I just walked off. A couple minutes later, I passed out. When I woke up I saw an assortment of internet characters. 

A/N YOOOOOOOO!!!!! I finally let u meet the love interests! I will now be doing a meme at the end of each chapter

???: Hey Y/N, what does this cloth smell like?

Y/N: chloro- 

Y/N: *heavy snoring*

Slender Mansion

Key: 

(S/C )= skin color         (F/C) = fav color       (Y/N) = Your name   (L/N) = last name      (Y/W/A) = your Wattpad account      (N/O/F) = number of followers

(Guys Momo freaks me out and to get memes for this book I had to see her like 50 times, I hope you love these memes to hell, and give me an F in the comments for Author~chan P.S the time skip has something to do with this fact) (In this chap we are just with the boys)

Y/N's P.O.V

I woke up to a room filled with the online sensations that are the Creepypastas. " WHAT THE FUCK?!" I heard a loud voice I could place as Slender's. 'There is no need to afraid child. I assure you, they will not harm you.' After those words, I calmed down A LOT.  I slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "Soooooooo......Why am I here again?" 'I sense potential in you, this was further proved when you managed to strike me in the woods.'  "Ok then. I basically have a background like a Wattpad story for Creepypasta, so why not?" (OH NOES THE FOURTH WALL  P.S tag a fourth wall user here UwU) 

Third person P.O.V

The (S/C) girl stood up and skeptically poked Hoodie's cheek. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE ALL REAL! or at least Hoodie is..."  *Sigh* 'Yes child, we are very real.' The female walked over to each creepypasta and poked them, except for Jeff who she opted to be with slender when he came near her. 'I legit don't get why this dipshit has so many fangirls and fanboys on the internet, I personally think Toby is the superior boi.' (I love toby fite me)  

Y/N's P.O.V

I hissed at Jeff, to assert dominance. I basically said "fuck it" and scrolled through creepypasta memes. Slowly they began to come over and look at my screen. (wow nosey AF, give the reader some space) Soon Jeffery broke the silence "What the hell is a 'fangirl'?!" "If only you knew. If. Only. You. Knew. Just advice, don't look up your names on Wattpad." I walked over to Slender. "Where's sally?" 'Sally will be down shortly for introductions, I believe you should take your belongings to your new room.'"Slender? I already know all of you, I don't see the purpose in  introductions." 'Yes, you know us, but we don't know you.' I nervously walked up to my room. 'God, I must seem so bipolar.' I walked into my (F/C) room and sat down on the bed. 

(Le time skip brought to you by my pain) 

I walked downstairs to find everyone at the dining room table, waiting for me. 'Okay then....' I sat down awkwardly next to Toby. "Welp, hiya. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), but you can call me (Y/N) or just "queen" I said smugly. "My Wattpad is (Y/W/A) and I have (N/O/F) followers. Oh! I also do bench documentaries." I laughed at my little inside joke.  

Hoodies P.O.V

I saw her silently giggle at the joke she made, I had to keep a straight face, if I didn't she would know who I am.

Third person P.O.V 

The (H/C) haired girl asked out of the blue "Wanna play a game? If I can name all of you, I win." Jeff and BEN smiled "Game on." (Y/N) began to prattle out names 

"Ok, There's Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby, Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, BEN Drowned, Jason the toymaker, The Puppeteer, Trenderman, Splendorman, Offenderman, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Clockwork, Sally, Lazari, Lulu, Liu, Candy pop, Nurse ann, Judge Angel, Smile.dog, Smile.Jeff, Laughing Jill, Zero, The Scarecrow girl, and Momo, But those are just the REALLY popular creepypastas." The boys surrounding her were speechless. "How do you know all that?" 

What should (Y/N) answer? the options are.....

A: I'm just smart.

B: The internet.

C: I am not real! This is all a dream! 

D: I would tell you, but I think I already did my fourth wall break for this chapter, right Author~chan? 

Comment what (Y/N) should say!

A main character on crack

(Lovely shirt today, I might buy one)

Key: (E/C) = eye color      (H/C)= hair color

Third person P.O.V 

The boys around the (E/C) eyed female just gawked. "Simple, I knew because I know all." The boys just sorta sat there like 😐 Y/N was acting like a queen should. She had a look on her face like  ('・ω・'). "OOOOOKAY then.... BYE BITCHES!" The (H/C) then yeeted to her room. "NYOOOM!"  "I-Is she high or something?" "YES!" "HOW THE HELL DID YOU HEAR US FROM UPSTAIRS?" "I TOLD YOU! I KNOW ALL!"  

(This a filler chapter, I have writer's block..... HAVE A GREAT WINTER BREAK! BYEEEEEEE!)

IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING

[tsunderelover07]

Ren Kaji

Rating: SFW, some mentions of violence. Major fluffs.

Note: Happy Birthday 10/27 to Kaji!!! Woot woot!!!

Another huge thank you to @para-dots for proofreading!!!💕💕

Kaji didn't ever think he'd fall in love, least of all be loved in return. Not when the sparks could flood his vision, and turn him into a beast. Who could ever love such a beast?

It all started when he saw some guys creeping on a girl. He knocked em out and sent them running. She had grabbed his jacket and yanked him closer until their faces were close, but he growled considering the intense look she was giving him.

"The hell-" he was pissed.

"Yup, getting this close is my making my heart race." Kajis anger deflated in an instant as he tried to process what this girl was saying when she let go of his jacket and dropped a quick peck on his cheek. "Lets go on a date."

"WHAT!" Kaji yelled as if he had his headphones on. He didn't understand and his brain was too busy shortly circuiting to process any of this new information. He stepped back as she stepped closer, but his back met the cold metal of the light pole. For the first time in his life Kaji was absolutely terrified. Was she insane?

"Whats your phone number?"

"WHY!" She didn't even flinch as he yelled in her face, his own face burnt red like he fell asleep beneath the summer sun.

"So we can go on a date. I gotta make you fall in love with me."

Kaji bolted, running as fast as his legs would carry him. She was insane. She had to be. What other reason could she spout stuff like that? Not to mention she was about as subtle as a shotgun.

Kaji avoided her like the plague, assuming if he gave it some time, she'd just lose interest. Only that didn't work in the slightest. He began receive all sorts of gifts. Peaches, lollipops, a hoodie, bento, cookies...all with love letters. The same love letters his friends teased him for and soon all of Furin was talking about it. Not to mention, her phone number was inside the bento saying he could text her if he wanted to return them.

He told to stop sending him stuff and to leave him alone. And she did. Only, the lack of her affection began to wear on him. Why was it he felt empty instead of relieved?

He was distracted by his thoughts, headphones blasted, alone on patrol when he was ambushed. The ambush, however, didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the fact she came in, and smashed her skateboard over a guys head. She was a fighter, and strong, and he saw her in a different light. The guys were knocked out when she looked him over head to toe asking him if he was alright when she pulled him into a hug, grateful he was alright.

"Why." He whispered, not shaking off her affection though it made him blush.

"Why what?"

"Why...are you..."

"Madly in love with you?" He flinched, beet red, but gave a soft nod. "Because you're you. Simple as that. I like everything about you."

He shoved her off at that. "No you dont."

"Yes I do."

"NO! You haven't seen me when I-"

"Turn into a beast and try to rip people to shreds? Yup."

He was in shock, unable to speak, when realization dawned on her face.

"You don't recognize me?" She pointed at herself and he shook his head. "Ah geez. Well that makes more sense now..."

She explained how they went to elementary school together. How they were in different classes. How she saw him turn into a beast, but what he didn't know, is despite being in that state, where she poetically says he lost his marbles, he saved her from some bullies. He didn't even try to hurt her. Even when she hugged him to calm him down. He would've calmed down completely if the teachers didn't force them apart. Then she moved and when she saw him again, that little crush blossomed again.

"I could hurt you-"

"I dont get what the big deal is." She said earnestly. "So you've got some monsters hiding in your closet. Doesn't every-"

"Stop it!" He was trying, everything and anything to keep her away. He knew if he took one step closer, he'd fall. Her words were too earnest, too welcoming - and everything he'd always wanted to hear. "You can't love me! You need to stay away from me."

She smacked him upside the head, which only pissed him off, but he knew as mad as he was he couldn't hit her.

"Shut up you idiot. I'm not going anywhere. So suck it up buttercup you're stuck with me."

"I dont like you! I can't stand you, I-"

"Youre right, you love me just as much as I love you." She grabbed the front of his jacket to keep him form escaping.

"N-no i dont. Let go of me!" He gripped her wrists, trying to winge his jacket free of her grasp.

"Then why do you care! Why do you care if I'm hurt! Why do tell me to stay away!" She shouted at him. "If I was just some girl you wouldn't have stayed here to talk to me or put up with all my shit. You stayed because you love me. You tell me to go away because you love me."

"N-no, i-"

"Say it then," she shoved him against the fence. "If you really don't then you'll have no problem saying i don't love you "

He gritted his teeth, pissed at being challenged. Pissed she was right. And she was an annoying little shit.

"This is all your damn fault you brat." He yanked her into an passionate kiss, desperate and needy, as he finally got what he longed for and told himself he could never have. She broke down all his walls and made herself right at home in his heart.

It was only after a few months that he slowly started to get comfortable around her and he asked how the hell she knew all of his favorite things to gift him. Only to find out Hiragi became her accomplice in wooing Kaji. Even in love, Hiragi was still looking out for him.

[glittter-vamp]

Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 15

Joe Burrow x Reader.

Warnings:18+ MDNI. Mention of Pregnancy. Angsty. Mention of Miscarriage. Alcohol. Raunchy jokes.

Word count: 4.7k

6 Months Later:

Getting your luggage at baggage claim in the sea of people at this busy airport, you make your way outside. The freezing cold winter weather smacks you in the face waking you up and sending shivers down your body. You had just flown into Cincinnati from Providence for the holidays. After what happened 6 months ago you got your shit together as quick as you could, stayed at your parents for a few weeks before you left to Providence and left your old life behind. You never found out who set fire to your apartment because the apartments surveillance system wasn't functioning properly and you also never found out who was behind the hit and run but you wanted to move on from that and you did, focusing on your new life in Rhode Island. Things had been going really well for, you loved your new Job, loved the new city and have met some pretty cool and nice people along the way.

You wait for a bit outside in the freezing cold weather, the crazy traffic and honking overstimulating you a bit but you finally spot the familiar car. "Hey bitch!!" Peyton yells and honks not caring about being annoying to those around you as he pulls up with Sasha riding shotgun. They both hop out of the car and hug you tight. "Oh I've missed you so much!!" Sasha says. "Me too bitch! Spending thanksgiving alone this year fucking sucked, I missed out wine and Chinese take out." Peyton says. "I missed you guys too and I told your ass I'd send you a ticket to come to me for that weekend!" You say to Peyton as you guys hop into the warm car, Peyton taking your luggage and putting it in the trunk. "Here, we got you some hot cocoa!" Sasha says passing it to you in the back. "You guys are the best, thanks." You smile taking a sip of the delicious chocolate and milk. "So, how was the plane ride?" Peyton asks as he gets us out of the crazy airport. "It was fine, lots of crying kids on board but thankfully I had my headphones." You nod.

"I hope your mom and dad aren't too upset you didn't go with them to Paris and decided to spend the holidays with us." Sasha says sipping on her own hot beverage. "Nah, my sister and her little family went, so they're enjoying that and have forgotten all about me by now." You shake your head. Your parents were yet another trip for the holidays, this time they invited you but you really didn't feel like traveling far for the holidays and skipped out on it, plus you were spending a lot of money on your new place. "Are you hungry? There's this new Mexican place in downtown where that Thai place was." Peyton asks. "I'm so down for some food, I haven't ate anything since last night." You agree. You guys talk about what you had been up to the last few days and end up at the Mexican restaurant sooner than you'd thought you'd be, which you knew was courtesy of Peyton's speeding. Walking into the restaurant it wasn't too busy, few people every other table. 

After you guys get seated and given menu's Sasha speaks up. "So...meet anyone new?" She wiggles her eyebrows at you. "No, you know I told you I don't want to date anyone for a while." You sigh. "Okay well maybe not date but have you hooked up with anyone? What are the guys like over there?" Peyton grins. "I haven't hooked up with anyone but I have gone to a few gay bars over there and the guys are cute! You're going to have a great time when you go." You smile nodding. "You're hanging out with other gays out there!? Oh, I should of let your ass walk here, how dare you replace me." Peyton scoffs making you and Sasha laugh.

"What about you guys? Anyone you guys are hiding from me?" You ask looking at your two best friends, Peyton shaking is head no. "I've been out with this guy a few times from work...his name is Jason." Sasha smiles. "Oh yeah you mentioned him to me a couple weeks ago, you guys hooked up yet?" You ask and she blushes. "Yeahhhh!" You and Peyton laugh making her blush even more. "Okay... okay! Hush there's people around!" Sasha says getting embarrassed. You guys enjoy your dinner and then head over to their apartment. Sasha and Peyton had moved in together since the whole weird note situation and my place getting burned down. They thought it would be safer for the both of them since they both lived alone. The place was super cute, spacious and just outside of the downtown area with good security.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Sasha asks Peyton and I after we all shower and change into our pajamas. "Wellll, I kind of promised Tee and Ja'Marr I'd hang out with them before they leave for the holidays." You bite your lip. "Wait...you still talk to them?!" Peyton asks as he makes us some drinks from the bar they had near a window. "Yeah...they text me all the time before games and keep tabs on me. We have a group chat & they are always asking when I'm coming to a home game so I thought we can go to one tomorrow if that's okay with you guys."  You say, your friends looking at you weird.

"You're not scared that they're telling Joe about what you're up to and how you're doing?" Peyton asks. "I don't... really care, What are they gonna tell him? That I'm doing good and I'm happy?" You shrug. "What about running into him tomorrow or having to see him?" Sasha asks. "I watch him every week on my tv and I have no issue ignoring him if I have too." You shrug. "Does he know his friends and teammates still talk to you?" Peyton asks. "Probably, Tee posted us on his story, it was a picture from when we volunteered last year, I don't really think they care much for Joe's opinion on this. After I basically told Joe to get out my life...the guys reached out and we had drinks one night before I left Ohio and they heard my point of view of things. They supported my decision, they knew Joe and I weren't compatible no matter how much we all wanted . " You shake you head taking the drink Peyton was making for you out of his hands.

"Do you... like either of them or something? Did you hook up with his teammates?" Sasha asks and you snort rolling your eyes. " Oh bitch, please tell me you did!" Peyton grins. "No! First off, one of them literally dated Mariana... no fucking thanks. Second, I am never ever getting involved with another professional athlete much less another football player that still plays with Joe and are really good friends with him. That's weird." You shake your head. "I mean, you could do the funniest thing ever and hook up with his teammates and kick Joe while he's been down, you know I like supporting women's rights but I also loveeeee supporting women's wrongs." Peyton smirks making Sasha laugh and you roll your eyes at him.

"Like I said, I'm not putting myself through that shit again. Once is enough." You shake your head taking a sip of the drink. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer but I'm pretty intrigued to know." Sasha speaks up and you nod. "Do you miss Joe at all?" Sasha asks and Peyton rolls his eyes as her question. "Oh girl c'mon on, let's not ruin Y/N's night here." Peyton scoffs. "What?! It's a valid question! She almost had a baby with the guy! ad everything happened so quick!" Sasha defends herself making you laugh as you sit on their couch.

"I'll be honest, even though he did bring unnecessary drama in my life for a while and things were never perfect between, he was still a very comforting person for me so I miss that, I think that's why I stuck it out so long with him, things felt at ease when  was around him...and maybe I miss the sex." You bite your lip making your friends chuckle. "That makes me sad that you guys ended the way you did and felt like this about him." Sasha pouts. "It is what it is, I'm sure he's moved on plenty since us." You shrug. "I heard he was dating a swimsuit model now, seems like he can't fathom being alone." Sasha snorts. "Can straight men ever?" Peyton laughs. "Good luck to her." You breathe shaking your head. You guys talk a bit more and enjoy your drinks while watching a Christmas movie before you all go to bed, you sleeping in their guest bedroom which was super cute and cozy.

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In the morning Peyton made you guys a delicious breakfast with French toast, eggs & bacon and you texted the group chat with the guys letting them know you were in town and if it was possible to get three tickets for tonight's game. Tee almost immediately texting back that he would get back to you as as he could about them.

"I say we go ice skating tomorrow." Sasha says as we sit around enjoying our breakfast. "I'm not that type of gay." Peyton says making you and Sasha laugh. "Oh come on! It'll be fun, maybe you can fall into the arms of a big strong guy." Sasha wiggles her eyebrows. "Girl, I'm 6 foot 5, I am the strong the guy?!" Peyton shakes his head making us laugh. We finish our food and as Sasha and I cleaned up since Peyton made breakfast, your phone dings. Drying your hands quickly on a towel nearby, you pick up the phone and see it was the guys, they had gotten tickets for you and your friends for tonight's game.

"The guys got the tickets." You say to your friends as you respond to the guys and thanking them for pulling some strings so last minute. "You know its supposed to be cold as shit tonight right guys?" Peyton says. "That's why whiskey exists!" You smile and he rolls his eyes. "Hey, you don't have to come if you don't want grandpa." Sasha says to Peyton. "Oh, I'm going!  You bitches aren't leaving me behind." Peyton says leaving us in the kitchen in the sassiest manner making you laugh. "You need to have your revenge dress moment tonight." Sasha says to you as you start the dish washer. "What are you talking about?" You chuckle looking at her weird. "In case you run into Joe! Which I'm sure might happen, you need to look good to see what he could of had if he wasn't such a dumbass ad respected you." Sasha nods. "Girl, it's going to be like 15 degree's tonight. I'm gonna be warm, I really don't care about making Joe feel some type of way." You shake your head. "Ugh, have some fun will you!" Sasha scoffs making you laugh.

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It was afternoon now and you guys had just finished getting ready for the game. As always, you just wore whatever you wanted not really caring too much about team colors. You just wore mostly black layers, cozy boots and some thermal blue jeans wanting to stay as warm as you could tonight. "The uber is here!" Sasha says walking into the living room from her room. We all head out into the cold air and make our way to the car the SUV that was waiting for us. "Do you know who they're playing today?" Sasha asks me as we ride in the back of the car. "Not a damn clue." You shake your head. "Go sports!" Peyton says making you guys laugh. You guys make it to the stadium, happy that you guys left when you did because the place was super packed with people making it hard to find your seats after you got through security.

"I'm getting us drinks!" Peyton says to Sasha and I. You guys not and Peyton leaves to the concession stand which wasn't that far away. "This is exciting!" Sasha smiles. "Last time I was here, it was with Mariana and then Joe and I had fight in the locker room." You snort shaking your head. "Crazy how time flies." Sasha shakes her head. Soon Peyton returns with some strong drinks for everyone and you take a picture of you three posting it on your story. After a bit, the game eventually starts and pretty much you three just cheer when everyone else cheered. It was a bit a weird for you to see Joe playing on the field right now, you guys hadn't talked since the day at the hospital when you lost the baby. 

You remember going out for those drinks with Ja'Marr and Tee and them trying to convince you to at least talk to Joe but you knew if you did in that moment, you probably wouldn't have left to Rhode Island and be where you are now. Part of you felt guilty for a bit after that, but it was really the only way for you to get out of every situation that had you unhappy plus, getting threatening notes and your apartment set on fire just wasn't something you wanted to stick around and play with to just attempt to be with Joe.

"I really... don't understand this fucking game, I'mmmm getting us more drinks." Peyton says making you laugh. "Get me vodka this time please!" Sasha says to him before he leaves us. "I don't know much about football but it seems like no one is having a good time out there, people keep getting hurt and they look so cold." Sasha says. "We are so undeserving of these tickets." You laugh shaking your head. All of a sudden you guys then spot Tee and Ja'Marr getting into it with some players of the opposing team on the field after a dirty hit on the field.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Peyton asks handing us drinks. " The other team is playing dirty and the guys aren't having it." You shrug. Taking a sip of the new drink, the game continues until half time. "We should get sushi after this!" Peyton says over the loud music that was playing, Sasha and I nodding in agreement.

You guys talk amongst yourselves and take plenty of pictures during halftime and before you knew it the guys were back on the field. They were pretty much neck in neck with the other team so this game could really still go either way. You spot Joe running on the field getting into position and instead of throwing the ball to one of his teammates he makes a run for it with the ball. "He's really... not that fast. Reminds me the rat from Ice Age with the acorn" Peyton says making your snort. "That's a squirrel not a rat!" You laugh as Joe runs with the ball almost making it to the end zone but out of no where this huge player from the other team tackles him, hard. The hit looked painful and it wasn't long before everyone spotted Joe holding his elbow in pain. "Oh fuck." You stand up feeling your heart sinking in your chest. "That doesn't look good." Sasha shakes her head standing next to you. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That was a baby hit!" You hear some guy behind you angrily yell to which you rolled your eyes at, as did many other fans around him.

Soon you heard the sea of people becoming disappointed and worried over Joe, the medics soon were on the field checking him out and every time they attempted to move his arm Joe would immediately wince in pain. "Oh baby... he's out. There's no way he's gonna keep playing." Peyton shakes his head. They get Joe up from the ground and he walks towards the tunnel looking extremely upset and in pain. The crowd cheers for him but even behind the cheers you could tell they were as upset as he was.

The energy in the stadium after that had did a complete 180. Luckily Joe's injury didn't cost them the game but people were still sad over what happened. As we were leaving two security guards approach us and you already knew the drill. " Y/N Y/L/N?" One of them asks me, Peyton already looking at them weird and getting defensive. "Yeah, let me guess. I gotta follow you." You raise an eyebrow at the man and he nods. "C'mon guys." You tell Sasha and Peyton who look at you weird. "It's the guys sending for us, we're not in trouble." You tell them and they nod still suspicious of this but still following you guys to the golf carts.

"This makes me feel like Beyoncé when she's backstage." Sasha says making you and Peyton look at each other and start laughing. "Humble yourself honey." Peyton snorts, Sasha flicking him off. You guys get taken the room you haven't seen since you had basically hated Joes guts. You all thank the guys and they let you know the drill with snacks and drinks. There was a few women in there probably waiting on their husband or boyfriend but you guys find a spot somewhere and sit down. "This is pretty cool." Sasha looks around. "They said anything was for grabs right?" Peyton says eyeing the snacks. "Go crazy." You chuckle as he gets up and heads over to the snack table.

"You think Joe is okay?" Sasha asks you. "Probably not." You shake your head. After a little while you hear two familiar voices call your name. Smiling you get up from your seat turning around seeing Tee and Ja'Marr. "Hey guys!!" You smile at them giving them each a hug. Sasha and Peyton greet them as well and you guys sit down at an empty table. "So how have you guys been?" Ja'Marr asks us. "Pretty good... Thanks for the tickets, that was quite the game." Sasha smiles. "No problem and yeah, this one's a tough one. Critical timing too since the play offs start very soon." Tee shakes his head. "At least you guys won though! Something good came out of it." You smile trying to lighten their mood. "Yeah but Joes out the rest of the season, he tore his UCL so if we were to make it to the Super Bowl... he can't even play. That's gonna fuck us up so much." Ja'Marr shakes his head. You couldn't help but to feel horrible for everyone especially Joe.

You all catch up for a bit, them asking you a billion questions about Rhode Island and asking if you'd ever return here to Ohio. Ja'Marr had asked you about Mariana, specifically if you've heard anything from her and you'd tell him no which was the truth. You didn't know exactly why he was asking but you didn't really want to ask. That was his business and you weren't getting into anything that had to do with her ever again. "I need to pee." Sasha says to you, Peyton nodding in agreement. "Bathrooms are over there to your right." Tee points. They thank him and they walk off leaving just you, Ja'Marr and Tee.

"So... have you talked to Joe at all?" Ja'Marr asks, both men looking at you for an answer. "No, I debated on reaching out a few times but I heard he was dating someone and I'm not getting into that type of drama again like that. Hell no." You shake your head. The guys look at each other for a moment and then bust out laughing which had you confused. "Dating who?! Dudes only focus has been football and stalking you on social media all these months." Tee laughs. "It was all over social media that he was dating some model & why or how would he be stalking my social media?" You ask confused since it was private. "That was just a stupid rumor started by some dumb gossip website and we've caught him on your Instagram a bunch of times. I think he has a fake profile which we've told him how weird that shit was by the way and his excuse was that he just wanted to make sure you were happy and safe." Ja'Marr shakes his head rolling his eyes.

"Did he leave already?" You ask. "Nah, he's in a medical room dealing with his emotions and shit. He doesn't wanna see anyone, he's going through it." Tee shakes his head with a disappointed look on his face. "Although... maybe he wouldn't mind seeing you." Ja'Marr smirks and your eyes open wide. "Hell no, no way." You shake your head. "No way what?" Sasha asks coming back to us, Peyton following her. "They want me to go talk to Joe." You shake your head. "Oh?" Peyton looks at you and you shake your head no. "He's down this hall to your left. C'mon guys, let's get some snacks and talk about how much Rhode Island sucks." Tee says to your friends and you scoff. "What? Guys! No—assholes." You mutter annoyed at them as they all ignore you and leave you standing out in the hall like an idiot.

Sighing you make your way to the door where Joe was behind, taking a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. Immediately you heard his voice. "Get out." He says in a very monotone way. You peek your head in and see he was laying down on a stretcher facing up in a dimly lit room with his good arm draped over his face. "I guess I deserve that attitude." You nod closing the door behind you. Your stomach flip flopping from nervousness. Joe freezes and peeks under his arm towards you.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Joe asks slowly sitting up. His injured arm in a sling. "I'm in town for the holidays and the guys gave me tickets to the game tonight." You awkwardly say stuffing you hands in your back pockets. He looked like he had been crying. "Of course they did." Joe scoffs. "I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now or ever but I just wanted to check up on you." You bite your lip awkwardly. "Yeah right, like you give a shit about what happens to me." He scoffs, it sucked hearing those words come from his mouth but you couldn't blame him, you weren't the nicest to him the last time you saw him. Plus, he was upset cause of his injury which is understandable.

 "I know I shouldn't have bothered you but I just wanted to apologize on how I left things... and your injury tonight...but I'll uh, leave you be." You nod reaching for the door again awkwardly. "Wait!" You hear Joe say before you could even touch the door. "I...shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I'm sorry. I'm...I'm not even mad at you." He shakes his head as he sits looking down at his dangling feet. He was still in half of his uniform and even though he was a grown ass man well over 6 foot, he looked so small to you in this moment. "You don't have to lie, I know the way I handled things was beyond fucked up." You sigh leaning against the door. "Honestly, you had every right. I was being a stupid jackass, my parents knocked some sense into me after I came clean with everything. You put up with too much shit with me and I was worried too much about myself and not enough about you. I'm surprised you didn't come fined me and ran me over with your car" Joe admits. "Well...to be fair I didn't have one at the time so, maybe that worked in your favor." You tease making him chuckle. 

"Maybe it was just a classic case of right people, wrong time." You shrug. "You really think we could of been right for each other if things weren't so fucked up around us and I wouldn't have fucked up most of it?" Joe asks. "I'd like to think so, we pretty much ignored every red flag between and around us Joe... I think that ultimately fucked everything up because we choose to ignore and ignore." You say, Joe nodding. "How's Rhode Island?" Joe asks and you snort. "You should know...the guys told me about your Instagram stalking." You tease seeing Joe's freeze and his face turn a light shade of pink. "Fucking assholes." Joe mutters shaking his head making you chuckle. "I didn't mean to be weird, I just still feel paranoid about your safety with everything that happened. M=Ja'marr thinks Mariana was behind everything, he found some weird folder with information about us two...I think she was going to try and blackmail us if news hit about the affair she was having on Ja'Marr. She's disappeared. We think she left Ohio." Joe fills you in and you scoff. "That fucking crazy bitch." You shake your head. 

"Things are pretty good, I like the city, co workers are pretty cool." You nod changing the subject. "I'm really happy to hear that." Joe says giving you a small smile. Before you could reply there was a knock on the door followed by the voice of a man you didn't recognize. "Burrow, your parents are looking for you dude, pack it up, get some rest." The guy says. "I should... get back to everyone, I'm sure they're hungry and waiting on me." You say to Joe and he nods looking sad. "I'm really sorry I couldn't be the man you deserved Y/N, I kill myself over it everyday." Joe says somberly. "People aren't perfect Joe, don't beat yourself up over it, but I really do hope you recover as quickly and good as possible. I would tell you to not be too hard on yourself while you recover but I might as well talk to a brick wall for that." You joke making Joe chuckle. "Take care of yourself and you should come to more games, helps motivate the guys." Joe says glossy eyes which almost triggered your own emotions that you were pushing down. " I will take it under consideration, take care of yourself." You smile at him before leaving the room and letting out a deep breath trying to control your emotions before you meet everyone up again. 

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A month later:

The holidays came and went. You spent time with your best friends and you were now back in Rhode Island in your home. Winter had officially struck the north east as it was snowing today. Cuddled up on your couch with the fire place on and a glass of wine in your hand you were on facetime with your friends. "So, when are you coming back?" Peyton asks you. "Uh! no Sir, it's time you guys come to me. We can do something this summer...I just finished the guest bedrooms and we can hit all the bars out here, maybe even drive to Boston for a weekend." You suggest. "I'm down for some Boston cheeks." Peyton smirks making Sasha roll her eyes and you laugh. "Did you spend the homegoods gift card we got you for Christmas?" Sasha asks changing the subject. "I did! I got stuff for the guest bathroom and a few holiday clearance stuff for next Christmas." You nod. You talk more with your friends about what you guys had planned for the next few weeks until your doorbell rang. It was 7PM on a snowy Friday night and you weren't expecting anyone over. "Uh oh booty call! We'll let you go so you can have your fun." Peyton winks. "It's probably my neighbors stupid doordash again, she keeps putting my door number for some reason, but I'll talk to you guys later." You sigh getting up. You hang up your phone tossing it on the couch and setting down your wine glass on your side table. You go to your door opening just a bit expecting some poor delivery driver in this snow but you almost choke on your own spit when you saw who it was. "Wh-what are you doing here?" You stand there frozen in place. 

"I'm... done ignoring." Joe responds. 

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A/N: I know I said this last chapter was coming Sunday but I couldn't wait that long lol Ohio Is For Lovers has officially wrapped up and I just want to thank you guys sosososososo much for reading and supporting this series. I haven't written a series in years and the love and support you guys have shown me has meant soooo much! If you haven't checked it out already I have been working on a new Joe Burrow series called Cherry Waves, so check that out if you'd like and if it's not for you I plan on doing a small holiday series in November. Thanks again for the support 🖤🖤🖤

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Cap. 2

Part 2

Masterlist

That was the third time, his mind traveled to that moment, the reaction was the same, a soft smile on his face followed by shaking his head.

“Enzo, this is a good one, great job!” He heard about the headphones, that day he was in the studio recording the monolog, a part of it. 

He comes out to check the recording, he knows Mar, of course he does, but he doesn’t relate the connection, not until that day.

“Sorry, I'll go out for a second and come back in a moment.” She excuses herself leaving them hearing the final parts, a few minutes later she opens the door one more time.

“Just sit there and do whatever you are doing, for Christ sake!” Mar wasn’t mad; it's obvious from the giggle that follows that sentence. “Sorry, what do you think?”

“I can wait in the car!” Mar keeps __ pulling by her arm to get inside of the room. “It’s not like I’m doing this for the first time.” Mar comes out for her insisting that she will be more relaxed knowing she is at least inside of the building. 

__ bring her tablet with her, being two weeks disconnected from all her life already accumulated a good amount of mails and with Christmas in 5 days this just increased, she decided that minutes waiting for Mar will be enough for at least answering a couple of them.

After literally close the door in front of her eyes she just give up and sit in one of the couches and continue in her reading, when a mail come in, her mother and a document, Lucia keeps sending files to her childs for a feedback or a opinion with topic weddings but __ continue doing the same thing, let it the other emails hide them.

<At least try to read it> A message from Esteban popped in her cellphone.

<How do you know I didn’t read it?> The response she got was two emojis one for each sibling, rolling their eyes. 

Fine, is the only thought came to her mind while open a file with a bunch of pictures about flowers and wedding bouquets, the only answer she was able to write was, <So pretty, mom>, follow by keep working in what Enrique send it her before leaving Mexico; he started to work in the cultivation in a new zone of the ranch where the access to the water it will be continue but the grapes will be more expose to the impact of the cold and warm airflow; her task is design how they will set the storage by the time the harvesting begin leaving enough space for their “little” experiment.

“Ready!” Mar said opening the door, __ lost the track of time, what for her were just minutes turned into an hour, as she raised her sight she caught the glimpse of a familiar face turning around so quickly.

“__?” Mar waves her hand in front of her face, turning her attention. 

“Sorry, what do you say?” Mar smiles and points with her head to the exit. “I told you that everything seems fine in the loveland.”

Caro keeps texting to them about the updates of her date and everything seems to be really great, a nice restaurant, nice dinner and excellent company, she resumes in her last text.

“Hey Mar!” Mar closes her eyes and say <Please no, please don’t, just a few meters of the exit> and turns around with a smile on her face. “Matias, what are you doing here?” 

“I’m waiting for…” He just averted his eyes to the left side of Mar when his eyes recognized the girl. “Oh, we met again.” __ didn’t raise her sight of her shoes her mind working in the storage and the relocation of the barrels, until she heard, <meet again>

“Do you know each other?” Mar asks, seeing the frown expression in __. 

“No, just see one time.” __ answers. 

“Ok, amm, what you’re saying?” Mar changed the subject thinking he could see her the last time she brought __ to the storage. 

“Yeah, have you seen Enzo? I’m waiting for him to go to dinner but I couldn’t find him.” He keeps sending glances to __.

“No, he left the studio before me so…__ did you see him? He is tall, slim, really slim these days, he’s wearing a black pants, black hoodie.” Mar tries to describe him but in __ eyes seems like she already had the idea of what he looks like.

“Sorry, I was so distracted by some files until you called me.” __ shrugged her shoulders.

“I didn’t know you had two sisters.” Matias crossed his arms really curious about the girl with a hard way of looking; he isn’t dumb at all, already notice after the little encounter with these girl, Enzo has a little, almost unnoticed smile from time to time, he isn’t a credit that to that girl but it’s a curious thing.

“Because I don’t. She is __ Ovalle, best friend of my sister.” This time __ actually smiled and extended her hand for Matias to shake it. 

“Matias Recalt, nice to meet you __.” 

At that moment Mar sees Enzo walking out to the building, she points to him. “There he is.” Matias turns around and shouts his name.

“Well, you found him, it’s our cue to go.” Mar claps her hands. “Good night Matias.” She smiles __ and tingles her arm with __ turning around and keeps walking.

“Good night, nice to meet you __.” He smiles at her and she just waves her hand before walking to the car.

“Where were you?” Matias asked when Enzo reached him. “I’ven looking for you.” 

“I was talking with…people.” Enzo is trying really hard to look like always, unbothered. 

“Talking with people?” Matias has two options: push further to his evident nervousness or let it pass…for now. 

“Yes, people.” Enzo takes a deep breath to look into his eyes, but at the moment he does it, he turns his gaze at the first blink.

It took 3 seconds to Enzo recognized the girl who was sitting with her legs crossed, frown expression, and head bend to the left, like the girl who ran away after giving his ring; his intention was let it pass, so he keeps walking but the curiosity to at least know his name and if she works there increase in each step he walks far away, and started to getting slower.

<It’s just a question.> His subconscious justifies the stop he did at the middle of the corridor, he bites his lip and turns around.

He panicked when he heard the voice of Mar follow by the strange girl raising her eyes, he quickly turned around one more time walking faster to the end of the corridor and enter to one of the rooms where props are keep; as soon as he slowly close the door and hit his forehead to the cool wood he get it, why she runs like that. 

He waited for a couple of minutes to come out and got down where Matias must be looking for him, they agreed to go to dinner, and the missed calls confirm he is looking for him. What he didn’t expect was to find the girl and Mar talking with him. Thank God, when he was spotted by Mar, they apparently said goodbye and walked away. 

“Her name is __.” Matias says out of the blue in the middle of the dinner, taking out of balance to Enzo. 

“Who?” Enzo took a bite of his food, in his defense his mind was analyzing the next-to-last day of shooting. 

“Oh, the girl who ran away the other night. It’s really… how can I describe her?” Matias tried to analyze the “not mind” attitude but the soft expressions she can have when she seems interested or curious about something. 

“Odd? Atypical?, something like that.” He didn’t get the response of Enzo so let it pass, and change the topic, maybe after all he is already making stories in his mind.