#they reply within the next day and w/ such thoughtful responses???? GAG

[ugisfeelings]

in other news i've been exchanging long-form texts w/ this person i matched on a dating app and went on a coffee/museum date with earlier in the month and they r......... lowkey very pretty... i’m actually in shock how we're still talking and it's been nothing but extremely fun to look forward to their replies... it's sickening how a cr*sh starts like this send help NOW

[hoezhatelola]

His Girl

Baji Keisuke x Reader

warnings: dom!baji, sub!fem!reader, toman AU, degradation kink, size kink, gun kink, NSFW 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, idfk what else to put here

a/n: this was kind of rushed but i was suddenly motivated to write a baji smut so here you go all you horny readers :)

sorry if this sucks, terrible case of writers block lately. btw everyone’s aged up !

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everyone who knew baji knew that he was a man who kept his priorities straight. those priorities consisted of toman, his few friends, business, and ever since two years ago- you. despite what everyone assumed, you were okay with not being his first priority. it was normal for you to stay up til the latest hours of the night, awaiting his arrival. it was normal for you to wake up with a cold, empty spot beside you on the mattress.

you never bothered him about what it exactly was that he did inside of toman, or what his so called “business” really was. you knew he was a bit shady, but at the end of the day, when he’s pulling you closer into his chest at 4 a.m., breathing in your scent and peppering kisses onto your forehead, it didn’t matter.

everyone from moebius to valhalla knew that you were his girl. of course, there had been a few instances in the past where baji had to get his hands dirty and correct a few guys for looking at you in the way that only he can look at you.

despite what had become the norm, tonight was different. you were cozy on the couch in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a blanket wrapped around your form that was covered with only one of baji’s t-shirts and your lace undies. you sipped on your hot chocolate, slightly jumping as a weak knock sounded on the door.

you got up and went on your tippy toes to peek through the tiny hole, and as you expected you saw baji, his scratched up face and tired eyes looking downwards. your delicate fingers took care of all of the extra locks baji had installed, and you opened the door swiftly.

“finally! i was waiting for yo-” you froze as you looked up at him, his usually narrowed eyes now slightly wider and teary. “baby? what’s the matter?” you took your hand, much smaller than his own, and grabbed his arm to pull him inside before closing and locking the door behind him.

“s too much.. can’t do it ‘nymore…” he muttered, his head now collapsing onto your shoulder. you ran a hand through his black locks as he stood up straight, peering down at you with that same, sad and guilty look. you planted a kiss on his jaw and cupped his cheek. “what’s too much, my love?”

he only looked into your eyes, not speaking as his brows furrowed and a tear silently fell, staining his cheek. he brought his face closer and your lips connected, his tongue rapidly entering your mouth and exploring it with dominance.

“mmh… w-wait, aauh..” you mumbled into his mouth, trying to speak to him. with prior consent, both you and baji had agreed on a safe word and so, naturally, protests such as ‘wait’ or ‘stop’ or ‘slow down,’ meant absolutely nothing to him.

he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands resting under your thighs and slamming you down onto the bed that you shared. you looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, and his expression darkened as he bent down and tore apart your thighs.

“look at you…” he chuckled against your skin, nibbling on your inner thigh and running a finger along your clothed slit. “such a fucking mess for me already.” you could tell he was getting a kick out of you feeling embarrassed, and it was his sick way of making you feel good.

he looked up at you once more and you nodded before he tore apart your panties, hungrily eyeing your glistening womanhood that ached for his touch. the first warm lick against your sensitive bud caused you to shiver, and after enjoying your reaction he utterly devoured your pussy. two of his skilled fingers entered your hole without warning, causing you to gasp and arch your back in ecstasy.

the pink muscle continued to suck and flick at your clit, your core immediately tightening, the coil nearly snapping. “s so good… gon’ cum s-s-soon.” you purred, and he gripped your thighs even harder than before, lapping at your folds and chuckling into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to snap.

the coil became fully undone, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking bus, your legs shaking and a loud moan invading your room. “that’s my fucking girl. such a good little cumslut, yeah?” you mindlessly nodded in response, lost in bliss. you snapped back to reality when a small click could be heard, and a cold metal was pressed between your thighs.

in his slender hand you saw his gun, and you jumped up, pulling away. “relax, it’s not loaded... just looks so good next to that pretty pussy.” he rubbed the edge of it up and down your slit, and as you came down from your orgasm you sure as hell were ready for more. you needed more.

“i want you…” you said, making grabby hands in the direction of his dick. the gun slid into your mouth as you whimpered in response. “suck.” he ordered, and you knew better than to disobey him.

“you want what? my big cock in that tight cunt?” he grunted in your ear and you nodded, gagging over and over again on his gun as he continued to push it down your throat. you looked up at him beneath your lashes, your cheeks hollowing as strings of saliva ran down his hand. “fuck… don’t look at me like that.”

he unclasped his belt and looked down at you. despite his rough tone and usual severe degradation towards you, his eyes were asking for consent, to which you nodded. he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slid in, inch by fucking inch. once you were stuffed full of his eight inches, he huffed and leaned in to your ear, thrusting once without warning.

you mewled loudly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he chuckled, basking in the feeling off your velvety walls pulsating around him. “you’re a bigger whore than i thought… already screaming for me and i’ve barely,” he trusted once more as you moaned, “fucking,” and again he thrusted even harder, “started.”

“kei… s-slow down.” you gasped, clawing at his chest and leaving crescent shaped marks along his shoulders. “what?” he chuckled, “you want me to slow down?” he imitated you by slightly raising his voice before grabbing your neck and pulling you upwards, his lips now touching the shell of your ear. “can’t take my fat cock in that tiny little pussy, hah..”

baji paid special attention to the way your cunt sucked in his girth, groaning at the sight of your throbbing clit begging to be touched by him. he knew your body so well at this point that your walls had molded to shape him, that his eyes flickered to that one spot of your lower stomach, now staring at the bulge that gently bobbed up and down beneath your skin. hell, your pussy was made to take his cock so fucking well.

“f-fuck.. gah.. k-kei, im-” “close? already?” he cut you off. you nodded hastily in response, feeling that familiar warm sensation in your stomach that only he could make you feel. he pressed his hand down on your lower stomach, his dick twitching at the feeling of him inside of you. “fucking pathetic… you can barely last with me fucking your brains out, hm? you’re my dirty fucking slut, aren’t ya?”

you looked up and looked eyes with him, your expression begging to gush all over his length. “y-yes.. ‘m your sl-slut.” you choked on your own words, feeling the air knock out of your lungs as his tip brushed against your cervix and provided a pleasurable sting. baji felt your walls clench around him at his words.

“you dirty little whore… you like being degraded this much, hah?” you didn’t reply as drool seeped down your chin and tears of immeasurable pleasure pricked the corners of your eyes. “i’m fucking talking to you,” he said rather angrily, gripping your throat.

“s-sorry, ‘m gunna cum!” you said loudly, moaning into his sloppy kiss and looking into his eyes as he pulled away and squeezed your throat, cutting off your oxygen almost completely. “yeah? you’re gonna cum soon? gonna cum all over my big cock, right?” he replied with a question, and your vision began to blur.

the biggest orgasm of your life was now pooling in your stomach, and baji knew it too. a smug smirk crept its way onto his face as he cupped your breast and squeezed it gently with his free hand, the other one still lying on your throat. “y-yes… gon’ cum all o-over yer’ f-fat… agh.. cock.”

relaying back to baji that his cock was, in fact, huge was all it took for him to nibble at your shoulder and bring a thumb to your clit before rubbing sloppy circles over it. the coil then snapped, and your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave. you thrashed around underneath him, a pleasurable cry filling the room as your legs shook and he gripped your thighs, watching as your cunt tightened and gushed around him.

“that’s my girl… creaming around me. open wide.” he instructed, and you shivered at the nickname before parting your lips and opening your mouth. he pumped his length dry of all his salty cum that was now dripping down your chin, breasts, lips, and was on your tongue. “swallow.”

you then collapsed after doing as he said as he got up, collecting a warm wash cloth and a glass of water for you. he gently wiped you clean, planting small kisses across your body, all the way from your calves to your forehead. you had to admit, baji’s aftercare was good as hell. he then used a soothing lotion to rub circles on your back, legs, and neck, before handing you the glass of water and collapsing next to you.

your legs tangled together within the soft sheets and warm blankets, and your head was now on his chest as he tangled his fingers in your hair, running them through your locks. you looked up at him and planted two kisses on his jaw as he looked down at you in awe.

“you were so good for me.” he said, and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in even closer. the feeling of your warm, naked bodies resting against each other was enough to warm his entire heart, and the smile that you gave him as he kissed your forehead was enough to make his heart flutter.

“did you wanna tell me what happened tonight? you know… why you came back all scratched up and sad?” you asked, and he hesitated to reply before grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. his back now rested against the headboard, and he pulled you closer so that your foreheads were now touching.

“i wish…” he hesitated again, and you cupped his cheek in attempt to reassure him everything would be ok. “i wish we could spend more time together, so we could cuddle and go out that’s all.” your heart picked up the pace as your eyes widened and a smile spread across your lips.

“aah… you’re so adorable, kei.” you ruffled his hair and planted a kiss on his lips, his hands still gripping your bare hips. “i wish we could too… but i understand you’re busy.” his stomach dropped at your words, did you really think you weren’t more important to him than his ‘job?’

he took a hand and gently ran it up the side of your body, all the way to your cheek, staring into your eyes as if he was deep in thought. “you know you’re the most important thing to me, right?” you nodded in response, his heart aching at the realization that there was nothing he could do to improve the amount of time he actually got to see you.

“let’s just make the most out of the time we do have together.”

[monokyokyo]

Hellish Delights | Woosan

Pairing: Sub!San, Top Wooyoung,

Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play

Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.

For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.

So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.

Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.

It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.

The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”

“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”

“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”

“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.

“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.

“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”

“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.

He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.

So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”

“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.

“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.

That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.

What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~”

“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.

“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.

The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”

“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”

The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.

Fuck, he's so sensitive.

Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.

“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”

The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.

It was delightful.

Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.

He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.

San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.

“Wooyoungie~ Please~”

“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.

“I need more~”

A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.

He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"

Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.

"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"

"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.

San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.

Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.

"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"

"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.

San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.

"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."

"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"

"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.

All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"

"N-No but…"

"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”

If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”

“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.

However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”

“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.

“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.

He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”

“Wooyoungie~”

This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”

Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.

He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.

“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”

“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.

“So good, baby.”

“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”

“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.

It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.

The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.

“No more teasing,” He whispered.

Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.

“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.

“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”

Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.

Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.

“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.

The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.

“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.

“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.

“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”

This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”

San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.

“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”

San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.

He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”

The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."

Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”

“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”

“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.

Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.

“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”

“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”

“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”

San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”

“I love you more, Sannie.”

[kj-1130]

HIRAETH

Chapter 6

Main Masterlist

     At 19, Christine never expected to be where she currently was. Instead of spending her time at college parties or planning out her marriage (something her parents wished for her to do), she was attempting to run away.

     She just wanted to do her own thing. She was tired of trying to fit everyone’s standard of who they wanted her to be. She was tired of considering everyone’s thoughts and feelings and opinions except her own. 

     Christine was just utterly exhausted.

     There was only so much more she could take until she snapped. 

-

     At age 21, Christine began to make a name for herself. 

     At first, it was making street medicine. When people caught wind of what she was doing, many were crawling towards her, desperate to do her bidding and help themselves grow as well. 

     It was where she first started really. One person suggested the idea of making it a small gang and everything just seemed to grow from there. 

     The gang developed from street deals into the very beginnings of a whole cartel within just a year. With that ‘pre-cartel’ brought a lot of enemies and people who were envious of Christine’s success. 

     She doesn’t think she’ll ever forget how her first taste of revenge felt. 

     On October 31, 1996, someone thought it would be a good idea to try and sabotage her. Christine had been sabotaged one too many times whether that be self-sabotage or by a member of her previous community. 

     The fact that they thought they could trick her--that they thought she was so foolish. It made her angry. Absolutely livid. 

     The woman watched as her henchmen dragged in the scum by the shoulders and dropped him on the floor. She watched them kick him in his ribs. She heard each satisfying pop of his bones. 

     She watched as her right-hand men forced him to stand. And then, she watched him slit his throat with a kitchen knife. 

     Christine remembered tilting her head, watching the man bleed out. Then, she grinned. 

     Watching him suffer made her happy. What a great birthday that was. 

-

     It was December 31, 1998.

     Christine had thrown a party for the New Year. Her place was filled to the brim with high-up partners and clients. Strobe lights flashed and the floor vibrated with the bass of the music.

     She had just pushed one of her wing-women against the wall, nipping at her neck. It wasn’t uncommon for her and Adeen to mess around every once in a while. It was a great stress reliever in their opinion.

     At the entrance, two bulky men stalked in, looking as if they were hunting for their next meal.

     They searched the dance floor, trying to avoid the sweaty bodies and sky-high patrons who could barely stand on their two feet. 

     Just as Christine was placing her lips on the woman in front her, a tap reached her shoulder. The leader dropped her head down with a sigh, before turning around to face the men with an annoyed look. 

     “What?”

     “We need you to come with us.” 

     After a moment’s consideration, she turned back around towards Adeen and tapped her cheek. She gestured towards her henchmen and leaned towards her ear. 

    “You know what to do,” Christine whispered. 

     Her wing-woman nodded in response and walked off, but not before giving the two men that interrupted their time together a dirty look. 

     The leader waltzed off of the floor and headed towards her private office without so much as a glance. 

     “What can I do for you, boys?”

     “Bogomolov has a proposition.”

-

November, 2000

     Christine watched as the other scientists strapped down the young boy to the metal slab they called a table. 

     The woman couldn’t care less about his little screams of terror or the thrashing of his limbs. She just hoped they wouldn’t have to sedate him because she had other ‘projects’ of hers that needed to be tested and not enough time in the day. 

     “What number is this?”

     A gravelly voice spoke. 

     The scientist looked to her right and connected gazes with a tall man that had a dark and mysterious demeanour.  

     She looked back down at her tablet after assessing him with her eyes.

     “I don’t care about who it is. I just need him to sit still so I can see if this stuff works or not.” 

     The man whistled lowly and raised his eyebrows in response. 

     “Feisty,” he muttered. 

     Dropping her arms to her side, Christine looked up at the stranger with an annoyed look on her face that she didn’t even bother trying to hide. 

     “I’m sorry. Did you need something?”

     “Nah,” he said, shaking his head with a small smirk. “Just wanted to meet my new lab partner.”

     “Excuse me, new what?”

-

January, 2003

     If there was one thing Christine hated, it was James. They had been working together for almost three years now and she still couldn’t stand his cocky little attitude. 

     They had just been called Bogomolov’s office and walked on opposite sides of the hallway to get there (well more so Christine than James. He just found it all amusing.).

     When the two arrived they were greeted with the older man and files. 

     “You two have an undercover mission.” 

     “Ah,” Christine interrupted. “I don’t do missions, especially not with him.”

     “I wasn’t asking,” Dima responded, raising an eyebrow as if challenging her. The woman huffed and flopped back into her seat. 

     “As I was saying, I need you two to grab some intel for me.” 

     “May I ask where?” 

     The old gentlemen turned towards James with a blank face. 

     “Alaska.” 

     James looked at him in confusion.

     “Now stop interrupting me. You’re going undercover as a couple. A party in Canada.” 

     “That’s quite vague,” Christine mumbled.

     “You leave tomorrow.”

     The two stood and made their way to the exit, one with a frown on their face, the other with a giddy smirk. 

     “Oh cheer up, princess. You get to spend some one-on-one time with me!” 

     “Yeah, that’s the part I’m dreading.”

-

February, 2003

     She hated James. Hated him more than anything on the planet at the moment. 

     How dare he let her sleep with him while they were both drunk. I mean, yeah it was good but that doesn't mean she necessarily wished for it to happen!

     Storming down the hall, Christine banged on his bedroom door. After a couple of seconds, the door swung open and the woman barged in. 

     “If I end up pregnant, it is all your fault!” 

     “Woah, woah, woah,” James exclaimed with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Cool it, princess.” 

     Deeply annoyed, Christine took in a deep breath to contain the urge to knock out his stupid, perfectly straight teeth. 

     “Wh-why did we do that?” 

     “Well you were all up over me, mama,” James said with a cocky grin. “I was just following your orders.” 

     The woman opened her mouth to reply but instead was fighting the urge to gag. 

     “I am too nauseated to continue this right now.”

     Christine made her way to the man’s bathroom and hunched over the toilet. 

     “Fuck you, James!”

-

December 22, 2003

     Christine screamed in agony as she was told to push another time. 

     “I’m going to chop your testicles off!” 

     “I’m sorry! What do you want me to do?” 

     “Just hold my hand.” 

     James held out the appendage and winced as the woman in labor latched onto it with a death grip. 

     It was five grueling hours that Christine had been in labor and she had only recently started pushing. 

     It was another hour until the woman held her baby for the first time. 

     As the newborn drifted off to sleep, the scientist looked up at James with a small smirk on her face. 

     “You thinking what I’m thinking?” 

     With an identical expression, the man locked eyes with her. 

     “You know I am.” 

-

     “So she was born into HYDRA,” Sam started. “That means there most likely won’t be many records of her existence.” 

     “Poor girl never stood a chance,” Natasha muttered, flipping through the few notes they were able to retrieve. “Says here, they were attempting to create connections with the deceased.”

     “With everything we’ve experienced, I wouldn’t be surprised if they found a way,” Wanda stated, slumping back in her spot.

     As everyone continued to look through box after box, Bucky sat in his seat trying to remember. 

     A lot of it was fuzzy, but thankfully there were a few breakthroughs.

     He remembered hearing Karima and whoever W1498 was, having many conversations together. He remembered the countless times one tried to take the punishment for the other. 

     But the most prominent thing was when they talked about the voices. 

     Bucky can still faintly hear the whispers of Karima saying, ‘the voices are so loud,’ or ‘can you keep it quiet, Zee?’

     “W-we never talked about why she was doing this,” he spoke up.

     “Didn’t you say you were pretty sure these were revenge killings?”

     Steve asked. 

     “Buck’s got a point,” Sam spoke. “I mean, if it was revenge, wouldn’t she have been at least a good halfway through the staff by now?” 

     They all sat back and thought. 

     “You did say she was talking to this ‘Zee’ person when she said she wanted to make them hurt like they hurt them, right?” Natasha asked. 

     “Yeah but we can’t ignore the part where she said it felt like her heart stopped,” the former winter soldier spoke.

     “My thing is,” the red-head started. “Is that if these were revenge killings, why would she go after W1498’s handler? They probably rarely made any contact.”

     Steve turned to face his friend who had his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. 

     “Any more memories, Buck?”

     “I remember Karima talking about voices and asking ‘Zee’ to make them stop.”

     Rustling paper broke them out of their little huddle as they directed their attention towards the witch.

     “Says here that W1498 got moved out of that base around Christmas of 2018.” 

     “Didn’t Fury start sending surveillance over there around January this year?” the captain spoke.

     Wanda nodded in response and flipped through more documents. 

     “Last record of movement was said to be around February. Doesn’t say what happened to all of the people or why the base was suddenly abandoned.”

     “So if our girl was close with W1498,” Tony started. “It coulda really pissed her off when they moved ‘em.” 

     “What if Karima’s looking for her?” Sam suggested suddenly. “I mean, you have W1498’s relocation which Karima would’ve suffered from. ‘Zee’ practically helped her with whatever ‘voices’ Bucky was talking about. They took the one good thing from her; it would make sense if she snapped.”

     “That would explain why she went after their handler,” Natasha added. “She had no idea of her friend’s whereabouts ,the obvious choice would be to go to their handler and at least try to get some information.”

     “What about the sudden abandonment of the base?”

     “We don’t know the full extent of her powers,” Steve said. “We don’t even know how she killed the agent.” 

     The captain looked around at the few Avengers who were spread out across the common room as a pang of hurt stuck him. 

     He simply took a deep breath and stood. 

     “Let’s take a break. We’ll regroup either later today or tomorrow.” 

     With that, everyone left, ready to take advantage of the rare relaxation they had.

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Here’s the next one~ one more left~! I’m so sorry it took so long for this to come out! ;; I’ve been a touch distracted and busy with work... but here’s the Medic’s perspective and first meeting with Jonathon~! I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you all so much for the support for this AU! ;;

**WARNING: There is going to be a lot of mention of torture and bodily harm within these stories in this AU so please, if you are uncomfortable with the subject or have a weak stomach DO NOT READ.

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“P-Please!”

A pained and anguished filled cry encompassed the room as the splatter of blood stained the usually pristine white walls of the medic bay. The looming figure overhead merely gave the trembling and adrenaline filled individual a look of disinterest as a gloved hand expertly dove forth into the warm innards of the breathing victim. 

Cold icy blue eyes bore deeply into pained and frightened ones as a slow tug of the small intestine began to unravel before the strapped down victim.

“If you hadn’t been incompetent this wouldn’t have even happened in the first place. What I gave you was simple, yet you choose to become greedy. You dragged more of my men down with you than I would’ve liked...and for that, I applaud you on your persuasive efforts. Let me further give to your pit of selfish and disgusting desire. I hope my presence is enough to suffice.”

There was no reply, rather the sound of retching and other coughs being the response given as the living traitor was shown his innards. The unforgiving blue hue of Jonathon Joestar merely watched in faint amusement as the man tried to beg for his pathetic life before he finally set the mess of entrails on top of the cut open male.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll soon understand why you’ve been blessed with my presence.” 

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She supposed her parents would be highly disappointed in her. Despite having dropped out of medical school halfway, she found that her skills and knowledge had not completely gone to waste. Trekking through the bright fluorescent hallways, she couldn’t help but wonder how she had found herself employed under the Joestar syndicate-- that was if it was even considered employment to her. 

It had happened on a whim, that much she was sure of; unless they had been watching her, then she wasn’t too sure. But one thing she knew for a fact was that the meeting of Jonathon Joestar had most definitely been premeditated. 

It was supposed to be a normal day for her. One where she searched desperately for a job willing to hire her with the skill set she acquired from years of medical school. Seated at a quaint cafe, she had assumed it would be another one of those days she was accustomed to. 

She should’ve paid attention to the stillness of the shop and the lack of customers that usually populated the area, but it had already been too late. Having been absorbed deeply into the clutches of her laptop, she failed to see the large male that seated himself across from her. Piercing oceanic eyes analyzing every inch of her being while she searched.

It was only when he made a noise that she brought her attention up to him. Bewildered (e/c) quickly getting engulfed in the sea of blue as a polite and gentle smile graced his features.

“(y/n). (Y/n), (l/n)...correct?”

A jolt of terror ran through her spine at his words. Despite the kindred smile he gave, the tone of his voice told her otherwise as she felt fear seize her. A feeling of adrenaline quickly washing over as she stiffly pressed her back against the once seemingly comfortable cafe chair. 

“Ah! Apologies, I hadn’t meant to frighten you... I just...hm, I was told you’re in need of employment?”

“...I...am..why? And how did you know what I looked like?”

“Minor details Ms. (l/n). What I’m here to do is to offer you a job. One that will not only use the skills you’ve so painstakingly acquired, but also will provide you a good standing in my line of work. Of course we can provide you housing and protection as well-- though of course we’ll go into detail about those if you choose to accept.”

The blatant disregard to her questions only further fueled the unease that quelled within her stomach as she shifted to gently close her laptop. A desire to flee so imminent that she almost missed the knowing look on the other’s face. 

Steeling herself, she went to delicately pack her laptop away before directing her attention back to the mysterious male, her bag now lain against her leg as she mentally prepared herself to bolt if she absolutely had to.

“Look Mr....”

“Jonathon. Jonathon Joestar, but if it helps to calm you I also go by JoJo.”

“Mr. Jonathon...I appreciate the offer, but it’s...very odd don’t you think? The suddenness of this all and the impeccable timing to what I need? I would prefer the whole truth than to give you my trust so...willingly.”

“Of course, I completely understand. Ever the observant one Ms. (L/N). I’ll cut straight to the point. I’d like for you to be a part of the Joestar medical team. We’re not a completely...clean business, but we are a business nonetheless. Your job is simple, you’ll tend to those injured-- granted you may see things that are...morally questionable, but if you were to join us and pledge loyalty, then I assure you: no harm comes to those who have directly been recruited by me.”

A fear unparalleled to any other she’s felt shot straight through her mind as the color drained from her face. The first instinct was to vehemently will the thoughts that plagued her mind, but with the calm and unwavering gaze Jonathon held she couldn’t help but feel that every assumption coming from his statement was ultimately true.

The morning’s breakfast hurriedly returning up her esophagus as she frantically searched about, and was immensely grateful for the trashcan that was given to her, albeit from the person she wished hadn’t said the very words that triggered her gag reflex. 

“I apologize, it must be a lot to take in, but please consider it. I won’t make you do anything morally wrong to you. All I ask is for your assistance in helping my family and men.”

“...w...why me? I’m just a drop out student. A student.”

“Because, Ms. (l/n). Students can become the professor in due time. Students who have the creativity and questions that have yet to be answered rather than a professional.”

“I...I don’t understand completely...”

“Let’s put it this way. I want to help shape you into a skilled and feared doctor. One who will test and learn any techniques to her heart desires to help the needy. Of course...I’ll give you time to digest everything, but please don’t think you’ll be able to escape my sights. After all...like it or not we do have some similar goals.”

With that, the male stood, a flash of another supposedly gentle smile directed at her before he made his way to the door. A predatory grace to his step as he let out a cheery little hum.

The student, sat dumbfounded in her chair as the adrenaline not only ran high throughout her body, but the words he had spoken were thrown about in her head. Questions clanging against one another as she felt her focus become weary.

Yet with all the questions bouncing about, there was one that stood prominently to her.

“What goals do I have that line up with his?”

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What You Mean to Me Ch7

A/N: Ok guys so this was by far the hardest chapter I’ve had to write and I’m expecting you all to hate me and unfollow me after you read this. :( So please let me apologize in advance.

I still love you all and please stay excellent, breathtaking, and be excellent to each other (and even me right now lol)

Love Deidra

Deidra’s meltdown seemed to last for days but in all reality, she started calming down within the next half-hour.

She was sitting on the floor in front of her parent’s bed, her knees hugged against her chest as she took deep, shaky breaths, her eyes red and blood shot and her face red and sticky with tears.

Emily walked back in the room with a glass of water in her hand as well as a wet washcloth in the other.

“Here”, Emily said to her best friend softly, sitting on the floor beside her. “Drink some water.”

She handed Deidra the cup of water before starting to wipe her friend’s face gently with the washcloth.

Deidra looked in the cup then back up at Emily.

“You seriously want me to drown, don’t you?” Deidra snapped. “Seems like all I’ve done today is drink, drink, drink!”

Still, she took a few sips of the clear, healthy liquid, Emily looking at her with a surprised expression.

“I’m sorry, Dee”, she said in a surprised voice mixed with sadness. “I-I’m just trying to help.”

Deidra put the cup down before pulling Emily into a hug.

“No, I’m sorry, Em”, Deidra replied. “I-It’s just so much to take in right now.”

Her entire head hurt as she willed herself not to start crying again.

Emily slowly pulled away from the hug and handed Deidra the cold washcloth.

“In all honestly”, Deidra added as she wiped her face with the cloth several times, the cold feeling good to her warm face, “I-I really don’t know what I would do if you weren’t around. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.”

Emily smiled as she looked down then back up at her best friend.

“Well, that’s what friends do”, she replied. “They’re there for each other in hard times…like these.”

“Well, I couldn’t ask for a better friend”, Deidra said sincerely.

“Ditto”, Emily replied.

~~

The girls sat on the floor in Deidra’s parent’s bedroom for several minutes before Emily finally broke the silence.

“Umm, maybe we should clean up the evidence”, she told Deidra slowly, her eyes on the mess of positive pregnancy tests on the hall floor in front of the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Deidra nodded in agreement as she and Emily slowly got to their feet and went over to the pile of tests.

Emily picked up the pee-less end of one test with only her fingertips, dropping it as quick as she could in the small bathroom trash can Deidra had brought out.

After cleaning up the mess, Deidra brought the trashcan back in the bathroom, putting it back in place while Emily washed her hands at the bathroom sink.

Leaning against the open bathroom doorway, Deidra sighed, her forehead resting on her arm.

“You ok?” Emily asked softly as she dried her hands with the hand towel beside the sink.

Deidra was silent for a moment before slowly looking up at her best friend.

“I’m pregnant, Em”, she said in a quiet voice, almost as if she were still trying to absorb the information. “I’m going to be a mother…at 17!”

“Maybe you should sit down”, Emily replied slowly, quickly closing the open toilet lid. “You look as pale as a ghost.”

Deidra slowly nodded her head and sat down on the closed toilet seat, putting her head in her hands and bending over a little, taking deep breaths.

Emily rubbed soft circles on her best friend’s back, hoping she wouldn’t pass out where she sat.

“Okay”, Deidra sighed 15 minutes later as she slowly sat upright again. “I-I think I’m ok now.”

She took one last deep breath as Emily did the same, realizing one other important thing.

“You know what you have to do now”, Emily told Deidra seriously, but of all times, Deidra decided to make a joke of the situation.

“Skip the country and become a nun in Italy?” she asked jokingly, a smile spreading across her face.

Even Emily had to smile at her friend’s suggestion.

“No”, she replied. “You need to tell Ted.”

The smile on Deidra’s face vanished again as she stood up, placing a hand on her stomach.

“You’re right”, she admitted softly. “He deserves to know.”

Emily nodded in agreement and the two girls walked back out into the hallway, Emily turning the light off and closing the bathroom door behind them.

Deidra slightly jumped when Emily gently touched her shoulder at the bottom of the stairs.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Emily asked. “I will if you want me too.”

Deidra thought about it for a moment or two before turning around and giving Emily a hug.

“Thanks”, she replied, “but this is something I need to do alone.”

Emily nodded as the girls walked outside and back to the car.

“I understand”, Emily said as she got in her car. “At least let me drive you over there.”

“Thanks, but no thanks”, Deidra answered, as she glanced at her watch. “He’s probably still over at Bill’s practicing and that’s not too far away. The walk will give me some time to think.”

Emily nodded as she started the car, one arm resting of the side of the driver’s side door, the other hand on the wheel.

“Call me later”, she said, giving Deidra one last kind smile before pulling out of her best friend’s driveway.

Taking one final deep breath, Deidra jammed her hands in her shorts pockets and started walking down the street towards Bill’s house.

~~

Just as Deidra suspected, Bill and Ted were in Bill’s garage, packing up their guitars and other equipment.

Bill gave Ted a wide smile over his shoulder as he picked up his closed guitar case.

“Ted, my most trusted friend?” he said.

“Yes, Bill, my most loyal compadre?” Ted replied as he looked over his own shoulder.

“That was a most righteous jam session”, Bill replied, smiling even wider.

Ted nodded his head, a goofy smile on his face.

“Indeed, it was, dude!” he replied before he and Bill did their guitar move again.

Ted’s smile slightly faded at the thought of something.

“It would have been even better with our most righteous drummer here”, he added as he and Bill placed their closed guitar cases against the wall of the garage.

“Yeah”, Bill agreed, a moment of silence following his reply.

“What’s the deal between you guys anyway?” Bill finally asked.

Ted looked slightly taken aback by his friend’s question, a soft blush crossing his face.

“W-What do you mean?” Ted asked, trying to keep himself together.

Bill narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, a knowing smirk on his face.

“C’mon, dude”, Bill replied. “I noticed you didn’t come down for a while after going up to check on her.”

He thought back to the night of his party.

“Come to think of it, you didn’t come down until maybe the 6th round of the game.”

Ted rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking for an out.

As if on cue, Deidra walked up Bill’s driveway and into the entryway of the garage.

“Hi guys”, she greeted her friends with a small wave.

Bill and Ted turned their heads at the sound of her voice, smiling widely, Ted even saying a silent prayer or thanks.

“How’s it goin’, Dudette?” Ted asked, giving her one of his infamous goofy grins.

“We missed you today at practice”, Bill added. “It was most excellent!”

“Yeah, I’ll bet”, Deidra replied as she smiled back, rubbing the back of her neck. “Sorry I couldn’t make it today. Em and I were out doing girl stuff.”

At that, Bill and Ted looked at each other and rolled their eyes, each pretending to gag which caused all three of them to start laughing.

The silence that fell after that was almost too much for Deidra to bear, even if it was for only a few moments.

“Um, Ted?” she asked nervously. “C-Could I talk to you about something?”

She noticed both Bill and Ted were looking at her.

“In private please Bill?” she added.

Bill sighed as he and Ted looked at each other.

“Gee”, Bill replied in a teasing voice, “where have I heard this before?”

Still, he gave Deidra a smile before giving Ted a pat on the arm.

“I’ll be in the kitchen”, he said.

“Thank you”, Deidra mouthed as she and Ted watched Bill walk into the house.

Once the door shut behind them, Ted gave Deidra large smile, gesturing her to sit down with him on the Coca-Cola cooler Bill’s dad had converted into a couch.

Deidra gave Ted a nervous smile before sitting down beside him, a soft blush on her face.

“What’s goin’ on, Babe?” Ted asked, his eyes shining with kindness.

“Ted, I need to tell you something”, Deidra said seriously.

“Okay, what’s up?” Ted replied, his warm, goofy, lovable smile breaking Deidra’s heart.

She turned her head and took a deep breath as she prepared herself to tell him the life changing news, but no words would come out.

It didn’t help that she could also feel Ted’s eyes looking at her.

As the silence went on, Ted’s smile faded, his heart beginning to race.

“Dee?” he asked. “Dee, you’re starting to scare me. Please tell me what’s going on. Are you sick? D-Did someone hurt you?”

Deidra still didn’t answer or look up at Ted, knowing she would break down if she even dared try and look into those beautiful brown eyes.

Finally, tears pouring down her face, Deidra looked up at Ted, looking into his eyes.

“Ted, I’m pregnant”, she blurted out, feeling the world around her stand still.

“W-What?” Ted asked, feeling as if someone had knocked the wind out of him. “I-It sounds like you just told me you were pregnant.”

He forced a smile on his face, hoping Deidra would start laughing, telling him it was nothing but a joke and then they would join Bill inside so he could join in on the joke too.

But he suddenly realized this was no joke as Deidra wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded her head yes.

“I did”, Deidra replied. “I-I’m pregnant with your child.”

Ted didn’t even give his brain time to come up with a better response before blurting out the first thing that popped in his head.

“With my child?” he asked, more surprise than he expected covering his words. “No way! That baby’s not mine!”

Deidra felt as if Ted had just thrown a bucket of freezing cold water in her face after punching her in the stomach.

“What?!” Deidra cried, standing up as so many emotions hit her at once. “Of course it’s yours! You’re the only guy I’ve ever slept with!”

“How do I know that?” Ted demanded. “There’s plenty of other guys you could have slept with behind my back.”

‘Ted!’ Ted thought to himself. ‘What are you saying, dude! You know that’s your baby! Tell her how you really feel! Now!”

Ted opened his mouth to say something else…to say what he really felt but the fear he felt about becoming a father was just too much.

‘You can do it, dude!’ Ted heard his own voice in his head say again as he saw the hurt in Deidra’s eyes. ‘Tell Deidra you love her, apologize and ask her to be your girl! Go on! Do it!’

But no matter how much he wanted to stop them; the lies kept coming out of Ted’s mouth like word vomit; he couldn’t stop them.

“I’m not lying, Ted!” Deidra insisted. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever slept with! I didn’t cheat on you and this baby is yours!”

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” Ted asked, his fear overpowering him.

“Because I’m not!” Deidra exclaimed, her voice breaking as her eyes filled with tears. “It’s the truth Ted! I’m pregnant with your child! Not someone else’s! Yours!!”

Ted felt his heart break in two as he watched the girl he loved cry in front of him…and it was his fault.

At that moment, all Ted wanted to do was stand up and grab Deidra in his arms and hold her, to comfort her as she cried against him…but he couldn’t move.

He felt as if he were paralyzed and the only thing that worked was his lying mouth.

“I don’t know, Deidra”, Ted finally said.

“You don’t know?” Deidra demanded, her sadness mixing with anger.

“Yeah!” Ted replied, getting angry as well, though he knew he was just angry at himself and here he was taking it out on the girl he loved. “I know you’re lying and that child is not mine, Deidra!”

“It is your child, Ted!!” Deidra screamed, holding back the actual vomit that was tempted to come up.

From where he was standing in the kitchen, Bill looked out the kitchen window and into his front yard, where everything from the garage could be heard from that one spot.

Jaw dropped and eyes wide, Bill covered his mouth.

He couldn’t believe all of this was happening and he was so absorbed in what was going on with his friends that he completely forgot about his concoction in the oven.

“NO IT’S NOT!!” Ted screamed back, from out in the garage, causing Bill to cringe and flinch.

In all the years he had known Ted, Bill had never heard his best friend so angry and honestly, it scared him.

“Why would I lie to you, Ted?!” Bill could hear Deidra yell from the garage. “I love you and I have ever since we started our freshman year!”

She wiped the tears that were clouding her vision before continuing.

“I would never lie to you and this is your child! No one else’s! Yours! I didn’t sleep with any other guy behind your back! I only slept with you!”

Ted could feel even more word vomit coming up, knowing he could stop it.

“Well, maybe I don’t want this baby to be mine, which it’s not”, he lied, wanting to start crying himself.

“W-What?” Deidra stuttered; eyes slightly wide.

“I’m not going to be in its life”, Ted said, feeling like he was living an out of body experience.

“Why not?” Deidra asked.

“Because I’m way too young to be a dad”, Ted replied as if it were obvious.

“Oh, and I’m not too young to be a mom?!” Deidra cried.

“I can’t be a father and I won’t be either!” Ted exclaimed.

Deidra stood there, saying nothing as she tried to will herself to calm down.

“What does this mean about us?” she asked quietly, breaking the silence.

Ted looked down at his shoes then slowly back up at the girl in front of him who was clearly upset and heartbroken.

That was when the biggest piece of word vomit flew out of Ted’s mouth, something he cursed himself for the second it left his lips.

Something he couldn’t forgive himself for.

“Us?” he asked. “There was never an ‘us.”

From the kitchen, Bill felt like the wind had been knocked out of him as well.

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Ted wanted to sink into the garage floor and die but he couldn’t take his eyes off Deidra’s shocked, heartbroken face.

“Okay”, she finally replied in a voice barely above a whisper. “I understand.”

It was only then, when damage had been done, that Ted got control of his brain back.

“Deidra, wait!” he cried as he watched the girl he loved hurry out of Bill’s garage.

Deidra stopped in Bill’s driveway and turned back to look at Ted.

“No really Ted”, she said in a heartbroken voice. “I think you’ve made yourself perfectly clear.”

She wiped more tears from her eyes.

“I won’t bother you ever again.”

And with that, Deidra turned and tearfully started walking down the sidewalk.

Ted gripped his hair as tight as he could, anger rushing over him.

“God, I’m so stupid!!” he cried, gritting his teeth as he fell back on the couch, head in his hands.

“Why didn’t you just tell her the truth?!” Ted demanded of himself, tears falling down his own face.

Ted’s pain-filled cries could be heard as the sound of a loud FLOOSSHHH! could be heard from inside the kitchen.

“Uhhhh Ted?” came Bill’s voice as Ted’s head shot up at the noise, seeing the kitchen fill up with smoke from the window behind him.

“I think I learned something important today”, Bill continued. “You never put a chip bag in the oven!”

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T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 6. the one with the awkward moment.

Gwilym •

Sylvia didn't say a word. She stood at the window, hands to her face. Seeing all over it that she couldn't believe what just happened. "Well," I began before she cut me off immediately. "Excuse me," before exiting down the hall.

I could overhear her. Getting frustrated with whom ever she was talking to over the phone. With sounds of exasperation and a slam of the phone to the receiver. She was upset and there was many things I could joke about. But I just waited at the kitchen counter, getting more water.

"Lucy’s work really keeps everything confidential." She explained the fuss, trying to get a hold of her to see what she could do next. I'm guessing they weren't budging on her whereabouts. "I'm sorry about, all of this."

I shook my head that it wasn't a worry. We were fine and there was a random air conditioner crushed on the pavement. It was funny watching the bystanders and their expressions.

"If I can recall, I think Lucy and Allen had lots of trouble with it last year." I tried reassuring. "It might be for the best." Sylvia’s plump lips curled for a second before she began walking around. Making sure that all the fans were on full blast.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked her, taking the last sip of my glass. I watched her slipping on her sandals before sighing softly. Her hair was down now, and she moved it behind her ear. She shrugged, "I'll probably just get more ice and hope for the best."

I couldn't see the "best" happening. She was sweating just while looking pretty. Looking like she had just came out of the shower as the droplets laid upon her ivory complexion.

I was worried enough that we weren't in some debate already like usual. There was no way she was going to survive tonight. The weatherman on 6 had already mentioned that there wouldn't be a drop in temperatures. Plus I wouldn't live another day if Lucy found out that I didn't try further to help.

I stood up from her kitchen island, closing up my tool box. Mentally shaking my head at what I was about to suggest. "Just stay with Joe and I until we figure out something tomorrow."

Sylvia raised her brow at me, "Are you offering me a place to stay?" She gasped, "I think thats the nicest thing that has ever come out of your mouth." Sarcastically admitting. I chuckled at her, rolling my eyes. "I'll take it back."

This was going to be a treat.

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We headed across the hall shortly after Sylvia changed out of her sweaty clothes and into a loose grey tee with black leggings that hugged her curvature effortlessly. Once entering my apartment. She sighed in relief, thanking me officially before placing her keys and purse on the foyer table. I closed the door behind us, gesturing her to make herself at home then disappeared to pour us drinks.

I stood at the counter near the kitchen entry after I pulled down Malbec from the cabinet. Watching Sylvia in the living room, looking around awkwardly, playing with the dark brown strands of hair dangling over her shoulder. It was quite cute to see her in a non-snarling state. Unaware of this– innocence or naivety under her harden shield.

She soon got herself comfortable on the couch. Reaching in front of her and snooping through the proofs of mine. I had forgotten the work I left scattered across the coffee table. Shaking my head before I continued to pry. Watching the photos she held in her red dipped fingers, hoping I could figure out what she was thinking of them.

"Sorry for the mess." I said, walking into the room with the wine glasses filling the palms of my hands. Sylvia jolted slightly, I had startled her. She just shook her head reassuringly, placing the proofs down and freeing her hands.

I gave her her glass, taking a seat next to her. She chuckled softly, "Wine?" She questioned, almost surprised. "Feels like you want to start trouble." She stated, then. Looking back at me with a silly smirk before the glass pressed her lips.

"We've gotta entertain each other somehow." I remarked, and she chuckled loudly. "Touché." She agreed. Watching as she folded her legs under herself, and adjusted her loose tee that had fallen down off her shoulder.

I took a sip of my glass, placing it down on the table in front of us before gathering some of my proofs for W Magazine. Putting them into piles, "I saw you admiring my work." I broke the silence, feeling Sylvia stiffen a bit, unaware that I seen her looking at them. Soon her posture relaxed as she bent to pick up a proof I didn't get to.

"You took these?" She said, almost like it was impossible before glancing back at Eliza Benning, the model in the picture. "Are you that surprised?" I questioned, smirking at her expressions.

"Yes," she replied, smirking and I shaking my head. I chuckled at her, I shouldn't have expected anything different from her.

"Are you always like this?" I commented on her way of me. She just shrugged, "Out of habit, I guess." She admitted, "But these are really good. I'm impressed." Sincerely. Looking at me again before placing her glass back to the rim of her lips.

I took the proof from her hand, completing the pile I had just made. Wanting to get inside her head now, with nothing to interrupt like the last couple of times.

"What about you?" I began, taking the light off myself for once.

"Here we go again with "my story"" She shook her head, her dark fly aways around her face going along with it.

"Are you trying to humiliate me or something?" She went on. Looking down at the glass in her hands. I chuckled a bit, shrugging. "Always." I smiled.

Sylvia looked up, smirking before she rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. "What is there to know?" She said, "Lucy has probably told you too much already."

"All of what she said could be rumors." I replied, smirkingly. "Plus you're kind of a stranger in my home right now." Sylvia chuckled at me. "Are you always going to be a pain in the ass?" She snapped back.

"Is that an invitation?" I witted right back and she huffed, lightly hitting my bicep and leaving me to laugh. But I quickly regained myself and asked her to go on.

Sylvia sighed before taking another sip of her glass, "It's boring." She started, "I lived in a boring suburb, with a cookie cutter job. Had a relationship that ended in shambles and now I'm just looking to find myself again."

"Tsk" I began, turning to look at her better. "Well if you put it in that matter, of course it's boring." Crossing my leg over the other, I continued. "I feel there's more then you want to lead on."

She just looked at me with her crystal blues, raising a brow. "Like?" She questioned.

"The details." I said.

Sylvia just began to look even more confused than a minute ago. "Details? Like what more can I explain?!" Her voice rose a few notches.

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Sylvia •

The evening became later into the night. The questions kept rolling on, becoming way more intense now. We ordered a smorgasbord of Chinese take out and we were now on our last bottle of wine.

Gwilym was really trying to entertain himself during my stay. Pestering me about my life before coming to New York. Not wanting a one single answer, instead wanting an essay like a professor. I was a bit nervous to talk so loud about myself, one because I can ramble till death and two, I didn't want anything held against me later.

As much as I wanted to quit the conversation and thank him for allowing me to suck up some cool air. Instead my mind and mouth were competing against me.

"I want to catch up on the time I lost." I began, then. Going on about the relationship first, which in Gwilym defense was so bored and wanted to gag. At this point I couldn't blame him.

My brutal honesty, astounding Gwilym, even myself– as his expression changed, intrigued as I spoke. All came out eventually after the silly details of my past relations.

I didn't want anything to hold me down anymore. When I was with Ben, my "dream" plans were put on hold so he could rise on his pedestal. I ran out of energy, he ran my energy to then just leave me at the bottom and not help me up.

"So when Lucy elected me to come to New York, I seen my name in lights.— just many opportunities that home wasn't offering anymore." I finished, then.

Gwil just looked at me, scratching his chin and not saying anything. But his face had him covered. I thought the pestering could be over, but really. It was only just beginning.

He place his chopsticks into the now empty container of Lo Mein. "What are these "opportunities" you're hoping to find here then?" He began, again. Wiping away at the stubble above his lips with the napkins in the bag.

I was hesitant to explain my plans, shoveling more fried rice into my mouth to avoid the question. Not many knew about it except Lucy and the many at home or back in my school days. It felt embarrassing, but nevertheless, a huge dream I've always wanted to come true.

"Well," I began, "I want to be an actress."

Just then, Gwilym straightened his posture across from me on the couch. His expression almost in disbelief of the words that came out of my mouth.

Which made me a bit anxious.

We were quiet for a moment before I broke the air. "Is there something wrong?" I asked, noticing Gwil snap out and shake his head.

"Not at all, I'm just wondering what to ask next." He confessed, then.

I just nodded slowly, "Not a porn star actress, if that's what you're thinking." I exclaimed, watching him jolt his head back within a loud chuckle.

"Bummer, you do have the tits for it." He snapped back. Resulting me to smack his knee in response, "Shut up!" Following his laugh this time.

"In all serious, what kind of actress?" He interrupted our silliness. I took another gulp of my glass, "Broadway." I replied swiftly and he seemed even more taken back.

I watched him readjust himself, leaning his elbow onto the back of the couch and his head leaning on his knuckles now. His dark brown moving upward as his brow rose. I didn't know I was watching how his short locks moved until he spoke again.

"Show me something." He said, then. I felt my eyes widen. "W-What?" I stuttered, did he just ask me to perform? In front of him?

"Show me what you got! Do you dance? Sing?" He repeated, "Both, actually." I admitted, and his chocolate eyes grew in excitement. And he kept on repetitively asking me to do something.

I stood up from the sofa, adjusting the coffee table to give more room before adjusting myself. Moving my hair around my ears, "So I haven't done this number since sophomore year of college." I forewarned, but Gwil didn't say anything else as he sat like a child about to watch his favorite tv.

So I then began from the top of Sixteen Going on Seven in The Sound of Music. I had played the eldest Von Trap, Liesl.

I sang the lyrics, pulling off any of the choreography I had remembered and tried to make it happen in the tiny living room. Gwilym just watching, I definitely swore I seen him singing along,

"Wait wait, she sings this with that gentleman, right?" He questioned, so that's when I knew I didn't want to be the only one making a fool of themselves.

I agreed, "And that's why I need a partner." I explained, taking Gwil by the hand and it had brought him to his feet.

Gwilym didn't fight me, I knew it was probably the alcohol we had consumed all night that made him willing. But I was taken back on how he was trying and knew all the words.

So we sang along with each other, breaking up some parts as he made sure certain moves were made in our footing.

"And then he dips her, no?" He said once more, I nodded that Rolf indeed did. Gwil then took it upon himself to do so.

His hand held onto the small of my back as he bent me down near the floor. Holding me like he was afraid to drop me, before bringing me back up. A little to close for comfort and barely inches away from our faces. Feeling his breath.

Our wording got caught up, slowing down the measure and our eyes connecting all curve and crevice of our faces. My heart was beating erratic, especially when his breath felt even closer than a second ago.

The funny thing was that as much as I knew it shouldn't happen, I was ready. Beginning to close my eyes as his face grew so close to mine. Almost feeling his pouty lips without them meeting mine just yet. I counted the seconds in my head... 3, 2, 1

Until reaching a stand still and his warm breath nowhere near.

"Goodnight, Sylvia.”

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I knew he’d be there.

I had felt him move in the bed, I felt him get up, but I was too newly awoken to really acknowledge it. I had woken up a couple of times during the night, but he hadn’t moved from the bed...I mostly woke up because I was too anxious about something, I don’t know exactly what, but I’d always just sink back into the inky blackness of sleep, paying practically no mind to the world around me. Maybe he moved...one or twice. I haven’t had much in the way of dreams or even nightmares lately...just emptiness until I wake up after what feels like a mere second or two. I had had my hand on his chest before he got up, my hand now resting just next to my face as I slowly open my eyes. I try to sit up after I hear the rustling of clothing, but I’m too exhausted, so I just stay in bed.

The air feels cold. Temperature wise, it’s fine, but...it’s cold. Angry. Tense. Something’s off, and I already feel my heart sinking deeper into the mattress than my body has. Still, I figure he’s just...going into his workshop. Maybe he’s just upset...Freddy’s had been closed down just a day or so ago, and...well...it meant a lot. He was beyond enraged when Henry decided on it...he hadn’t hurt anyone, but he was seething. I thought I had settled it down enough by talking to him, he seemed to settle enough to just sulk a bit in the workshop...but it seems this anger is seriously outliving any other time. I hear him huff furiously before storming out the door, though he’s...quiet. Too quiet.

By now adrenaline hadn’t yet surged through me, but it was slowly building as I hastily threw on a yellow tank top, a pale blue hoodie, a pair of deep blue jeans, and a pair of white flip flops. It shouldn’t be hard to get him back, right? I don’t necessarily need to leave the house. I leave my pairs of glasses in their places, deciding against putting either pair on as I hurry out of the room, but by the time I’m down the stairs, I hear the front door shut. What...in the heavens is he doing? I furrow my brow and frown a bit as I huff softly. I feel a slight twinge of irritation nag at my head like a gnat swarming my ears, rubbing at the bridge of my nose. I’m exhausted...I’m too tired to bother putting on a bra or anything, so I zip up the hoodie and exchange my flip flops for my old white boots. No socks, but...whatever. I’ll be back home soon after I settle him down. I head out the door, opening my mouth to speak when I notice William is...gone.

Where did he go?, I think to myself. Blinking a few times, I pull out a ribbon from my pocket as I pull my phone from the opposite pocket, calling Deacon over so he can watch the kids. It’s not okay for a mother to just leave her children at home, but...I feel worried about this, and I don’t feel Deacon’s presence is...necessary. It’d be helpful if William were a bit more calm, but...he seems to be absolutely seething. I tie my hair into a ponytail, grabbing my keys to the house, as well as the keys for Freddy’s, and wait just a few minutes for Deacon to arrive before I hurry off to Freddy’s. I don’t know why I feel the need to head there...but I do. I decide against using the car, since it would seem that would be at too loud. Is that the same thought William had? I don’t want to wake the kids, since Skylar is a light sleeper, and if I wake Penelope, she’ll never go back to sleep. Freddy’s isn’t too far of a walk anyway...and I need the exercise. I need to keep myself as healthy as I can...

As I rush over, I keep looking over my shoulder. It’s still dark, but...it’s starting to become lighter. As much as I hate being out in the dark, I know it’s...necessary, at least right now. Just a few minutes of walking and I��m at Freddy’s, and though it’s rather warm and I’m barely half awake yet, I find myself more determined to find William to pay any mind to the heat as I hear the noise of snapping metal and wires, enraged yells coming from a man, clearly William. What’s he doing?! I hear the noises stop and for a moment, I relax a little, though I still move closer to the building. I can’t see the animatronics through the windows...I figure he destroyed something, and I feel my heartbeat speed up. Maybe I should just...

Then I hear it. A scream. A horrified, bloodcurdling scream, coming from inside. I immediately run over to the doors, finding them unlocked, bursting into the restaurant.

“WILLIAM!!” I cry out, hearing nothing in direct response as I immediately run in, looking around frantically as the screaming quickly ends. I heard it from the back room, right...? Didn’t I? I pause for a moment as I rush toward the back, feeling the air grow colder and colder (now in terms of temperature), gripping my arms as I shiver. I hear William cackling from the back after only a moment or two, seeing the entrance just ahead of me down the hall. I come to a screeching halt as I make it to the large room, no door keeping me from getting to him. I turn to face him, seeing him by one of the walls as I gasp, my breath quickly catching in my throat. Our eyes lock as he stops laughing, and I’m not sure what to say or think. Whatever had him spooked appears to not be there right now, or maybe it still is? Is he seeing things? No matter about that...

What matters right now is the fact that he’s now donned the very suit that nearly killed him decades ago. I feel my eyes go wide as tears begin to well up in my eyes, and my first instinct is to pull out my phone. I don’t care what he’s doing here. I don’t care if he gets in trouble for destroying property. All I care about right now is getting that suit off of him. I cup one hand over my mouth in shock as I reach into my pocket. A scream would be let out if I could let it go, but nothing escapes as I stay still. He stays frozen as I see a panicked look on his face, and I see him start to move, hearing a creak from the old suit.

“W-WILLIAM, D-DON’T MOVE!! PLEASE!!” I scream at him in fear, my hand tearing away from my mouth as my brow furrows in an expression that would probably be best assumed to be a mix between anger or fear, based on how tense my features felt. He stops as he seems to realise his mistake, and doesn’t dare move his hand again. I call 911 quickly, my hand shaking wildly as I stare at him with fear, tears distorting my vision. Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up!!

Then it happens.

He didn’t even move...he just breathed a bit too much. A loud snap is followed by countless others as I gasp, watching in horror as every springlock goes off.

Every.

Single.

One.

Blood splays out all over the floor as rusted, already dirty, dry-blood-caked metal bars rip into my husband’s body in a matter of seconds, snapping and ripping through his cheeks, his stomach, arms, hands, chest, legs...everywhere. I can only watch in terror as I hear him scream in pain, grabbing at the suit while I freeze in place. A scream of my own rips through my throat, tearing it raw from the inside as I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before, watching in a mix of disgust and horror as I see his guts spill from the upper torso of the suit, choked, gurgled noises coming out soon after his broken screams of pain. I drop my phone, my hands grabbing at my hair tightly as I can’t even hear if anyone has answered my call. I continue to scream as I stand helpless, backing away from the scene as blood pools around his feet while he slowly starts to lose his strength. His cries of pain are quick to turn into nothing more than small gurgles as I see those beautiful silver eyes roll back, scleras running bloody red, his mouth open wide and torn open from the bars ripping through him. Blood had sprayed behind him from the bars in his back ripping through him, and I know that this time no amount of surgery can fix him.

It feels like a millennia before his cries and gurgles cease and his body collapses, dozens of thoughts running through my mind. I cup my hands over my mouth as I feel my stomach turn, but I try to keep everything as contained as possible. In doing so, I feel a sharp pain in my left arm, shooting through me like a dagger rocket, ripping through my arm as painfully as a paper cut. I start to gag, coughing furiously until I drop to my knees, my chest tightening in a familiar feeling as I gasp for air. I hear someone calling for me on the other end of the line as I pant heavily, grabbing at my arm as I push myself up to sit on my knees. I throw my head back and scream again, my pathetic wails of grief reaching no one but the person on the other end of the line. I start sobbing like a child, my breathing growing short and quick as I feel as though I’ve been winded. My mind swims, everything happening so fast I can’t even comprehend it. Darkness tunnels my vision as I continue to scream and wail hysterically, though my cries are interrupted quite often by desperate gasps for air that begin to take less and less of it. I eventually cease, leaning forward as I resort to small sobs. I hear a question.

“Ma’m! Ma’m, can you tell me where you are?” a voice on the other end calls, breaking me from my daze momentarily. I vaguely hear something else from the other end, some other voice, but it grows fuzzy and hardly audible. I hadn’t noticed, but blood splattered out onto my face, a few drops running down my face and mixing with my tears, even more of a distressing sight as those tears fall just within my sight. My hands rest on the ground as I suddenly fall totally quiet, feeling my eyelids begin to weigh as much as anvils, my jaw experiencing the same pain.

Am I going to die along with him?

...do I even want to stay alive now? What’s the point of going on with this sight in my head, for the rest of my days?

“...F...Fr...edd...y’s...” I hear myself say feebly, earning a request to repeat it. “...Fred...dy’s...” I reply, using my final bit of strength to say it. I feel my eyelids grow too heavy to keep them open as darkness overwhelms me completely. I feel my head hit the ground as the last words he ever said to me ring through my head...words of comfort, the words that would always make my heart melt...words I’d never hear from him again.

“I love you, my sweet Angel.”