#towns and going to run down malls in the middle of no where and stopping at different gas stations to see which gas station had the best ice

[milo-is-rambling]

So tired rn i feel like my head is flopping around and my neck can’t hold itself up

[scientia-rex]

Read some more of Toxic Parents tonight and wow!!!! the amount of anger I have!!! and the incredible unwillingness I have to actually remember my childhood and feel associated feelings!!!!! Like, there are events I keep telling over like talismans, because these are the events that prove I'm not crazy. These are things that happened that should never have happened. The time Dad kicked the door in is the biggest one. The time I spent twelve straight hours cowering in the far back of our station wagon with my fingers jammed in my ears so I wouldn't hear my father screaming at my mother and my mother sobbing as we drove to a different state. The time I told my mother I had gotten accepted to graduate school and her first words were, "How are you going to pay for it?" instead of "Congratulations" or "I'm proud of you."

But these aren't all of it. They're so far from all of it. One memory I have is not of the presence of abuse, but the sudden, bewildering absence of it: my sister drove me to the nearest town with a mall, an hour and a half away. We were stopping to pick up snacks for the drive back, I think at a Safeway. I picked up a box of Golden Grahams cereal and nervously asked my sister if I could have it. She said, "Of course you can, you know what you want." In the limbus of a childhood spent being told I was picking the wrong soda for myself when I gave my order at fast food restaurants, suddenly being told I could have what I wanted T-boned me emotionally. It was like running into a wall I hadn't known was there. What? I can just want things? I can just get things and have them because I want them? I don't have to justify it, or lie, or hide what I want? No one is going to tell me I'm stupid for wanting something or that I'll regret it?

Just an incessant drip-drip-drip of emotional abuse, sometimes punctuated by a flash flood. "If I leave your mother, how do you think you're going to eat? You're going to end up on the street."

And now, reading the section on how children end up feeling about the passive parents who enable abuse, I just think, oh, there's me! There's me. I hated her and pitied her and loved her and wanted more for her. I didn't have the adult emotional capacity to understand how much of her life she was complicit in, but damningly, I did vaguely, tangentially understand that she was constantly making excuses for Dad--coming to my bedroom to sit on my bed and tell me, while crying, that he was sorry, while he never apologized. Making it my job to comfort her. I said to her once that I remember, "If he was really sorry, he'd stop doing this," and she just looked at me with something that looked like sorrow but I could tell was rage--she was angry at me for not forgiving him and letting us snap right back into the "good" phase between angry outbursts, where we could, for however long it lasted, pretend to be a normal family.

And how she always resented me. She resented that I was separate from her, she resented that I could do and see and understand things she couldn't, she was angry when I went into Psychology, even angrier when I went into medicine. She's been throttling down her anger at Dad for as long as I've been alive, pretending to be malleable, having vague health complaints and maladies mixed in among the real ones, forever retiring to her bed with a washcloth over her eyes instead of interacting with me.

And now that I'm an adult, and not just an adult but a middle-aged doctor, why don't I call? Why do I insist on bringing up the past? Why do I expect Dad to apologize? I'm hurting his feelings, after all.

The past. Sure. When I graduated from medical school, he named the worst doctor we ever met and said, "He went to medical school, too. Don't get a big head."

And when we were talking, once, not long ago, maybe two years or so, about how he used to stand there and yell at us--I can't remember any of the words anymore, just the way he looked, the tone of his voice, the experience like being buffeted by a strong wind--he said, "At least your sister fought back. You just stood there and took it."

I can't imagine a clearer illustration that he doesn't actually regret his behavior. He doesn't regret his actions. He still feels justified. We were disappointments, we were failures, we weren't him, we weren't what he wanted for us, and more than that, we were convenient targets for his rage. You can do almost anything to your children and get away with it. And he didn't hit us, so it was okay, and the fact that we were hurt by the actions he took with the intent to hurt us means that we were weak. And it's okay to hurt the weak.

Christ! This is the man who, in a fit of sullen self-pity, when I gave him a mug that said "World's #1 Dad" for Father's Day when I was probably eight or nine, talked about how we both know that's not true. As if a child is your therapist. As if it were my responsibility to reassure him.

My mother has read Toxic Parents. My mother has read Why Does He Do That? She has a bachelor's and most of a master's in psychology. She has an IQ of 150. She is a bad mother. It feels like the worst judgment you can make, a bad mother. It feels worse than calling someone a bad father. Because we expect less from fathers. But a bad mother is unnatural.

But lots and lots and lots of mothers are bad at being mothers. And I love mine and I hate her, and I'm angry and I'll always be angry, and I'll die angry, and I have to try to carve what happiness I can from a world I entered into under false pretenses. I was always told I was wanted. I knew I wasn't. I may have been intentional, but I wasn't wanted.

My mother's mother just died last week. I didn't know her. She chose not to know us. I hadn't seen her since I was twenty-two and graduated from college. My mother is struggling with her relationship with her mother. She often tells me her mother was a narcissist. I want to ask her what she thinks she is. She's not a narcissist, but she's an enabler, she's a doormat, she's a classic case of codependency, and I don't think she sees it that way. I always got the sense she was just waiting for us to grow up and go away so she and Dad could go back to being happily miserable alone together.

I asked her, this last year, if she'd read Why Does He Do That? and she said she had, and she asked me carefully why I was thinking about it, waiting for me to confess to her that my husband of ten years was abusive. She's been gunning for this relationship since the beginning--I'd been with him for maybe a year when she mailed me a copy of He's Just Not That Into You (or maybe it was the sequel, It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken) along with an article on how to date as a single older woman. I was 23. She was flabbergasted when I said I thought Dad was abusive. Denied it immediately. I listed examples and she didn't even say words, just made simultaneously pained and exasperated noises.

She wants me to be single and a career failure and pathetic so she can feel good about herself in comparison. Dad thinks he wants me to be like him, but if I actually behaved like he does, I think he finally would belt me.

I had to hide everything good in me from them so they wouldn't deliberately ruin it. I couldn't tell them about my writing. The first time I finished writing a novel I told Mom and she didn't even acknowledge it, just told me to do the dishes. I was sixteen. I can't tell them what I love about my husband because it would be like speaking to them in a foreign language. They think it's a performance, like their performance, and they're always waiting for me to slip up and reveal the misery they're sure is lurking just underneath.

I've done well. They don't own me. I wish I had real parents, but I'm going to try not to shop for oranges at the hardware store anymore.

[kittenwalker]

unexpected (evan peters) x (fem!reader)

notes : hey yall, i wrote this on a whim last night when i was in a werid mood so yea sorry if it isn't the best, also not proofread so sorry for the mistakes :,) 

Highschool soulmates, platonically. Well at least at the start. Y/n was never the cool kid and neither was Evan, so they made the perfect duo. They were always quiet and scared when they were alone in school because of all the popular girls and jocks. But after finding out about each other's existence, they were much more confident together, she even started to fall for him. They were like each other’s halves, they even made up a promise ‘ forever we shall last, only death should do us apart. ‘ they said it when they would part ways. The pair was like the unbreakable duo in every Disney show, but of course they usually ended up with a betrayal or a broken friendship. So the promise that was once unbreakable was now shattered into pieces after Evan became famous.

-

Graduating highschool was the dream for Y/n, she always wanted to escape out of that hellhole, but even better she escaped with straight A’s. She was excited and nervous for college but all she wanted right now was the long break. Y/n wanted to travel with Evan during this break, until she remembered he was out town, shooting for a show or whatever. Ever since he decided to start his acting career in the middle of highschool, he was always too ‘ busy ‘ or ‘ tired ‘ to spend time with her. It really made a gap in their friendship but at least it wasn't completely gone, yet. 

But that was when things started to go downhill the older they got. They were both in their early 20s and Evan’s career was flying out of the world because of his debut in American Horror Story. He even got a girlfriend, Emma Roberts. About Y/n, she was still ordinary and single. I mean she tried getting into a relationship but deep down feelings for Evan still mingled around, so when she heard about the whole Emma and Evan thingy, she was jealous. Evan doesn’t even contact her anymore, that’s what hurts her the most. She didn’t even have him as anything anymore, Y/n doesn’t even know why, he just started ignoring her. They didn’t even leave off on a bad term, they met up and had coffee to catch up on each other’s life before this whole problem started. That’s what pissed her off, there was no good reason for him to start avoiding her, he just doesn’t want to be her friend anymore I guess, maybe he finally realised how much of a loser she was after he became cool and famous.

Y/n didn’t let go of the situation though, she couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried, she wanted her best friend back. But she started moving on even though her wish wasn’t fulfilled, she couldn’t do anything about it so all she can do is just move forward and forget about him. Even though deep down she still had hope left stuck in her.

-

Y/n was happy

She’s got a good job and a great living with a cat as well. She finally got her happiness, Y/n got everything she wanted, living in peace and a more than stable life. Until she was doing her evening walk to the mall so she could get some coffee and do some shopping. Y/n had to pass a few residents in order to get to the mall. While walking past a porch, a small golden retriever ran up to her leg. Y/n felt the paws on her ankle and looked down in confusion on what’s touching her. Seeing that it was just a furry friend, she kneeled down and cupped its tiny face.

“ Oh how cute you are, but where’s your owner huh? “ She said, pulling on its collar to see if there was a cell number. And as if on cue, a man came running from the sidewalk, seeming out of breath.

“ God goldie you can’t just run up to strangers, hey I’m so sorry for the bother of my dog. “ the mystery man said while trying to gulp up all the air he could.

After hearing the voice, Y/n stopped dead in her movements. The voice was way too familiar for her not to recognize it, sure it got deeper but the tone didn’t change. How could she not know who it was? That’s the voice she most longed for to hear, but she didn’t want to confront him now. Y/n wasn’t ready and after this many years she wouldn’t want to see him anymore. Not when he saved her depressing life in highschool then proceeded to choose fame over her.  

The smile was wiped off on her face and she turned away, hopefully unnoticed. 

“ Y/n? “

Shit, how did he remember me or recognized me? When a person decided to ignore you, you’d definitely think he wouldn’t want to save the memories of your face. But wrong this one remembered. 

Y/n didn’t know what to do, she just froze, not wanting to turn around. So her flight came into her and she just walked away. Until a tug on her wrist stopped her. No she couldn’t do this, she didn’t want to. All the pain and memories would come rushing back into her if she turned around to see him. Her vision started to blur as the water in her eyes overflowed and a tear rolled out. Wanting anything else than to see him but he wouldn’t give up, still holding onto her. Y/n turned her body to face Evan, letting him see the damage he made with a small incident. 

“ Hey what’s wrong “ he said bringing his hand to her cheek

Swiping it away before it even touched her. ‘ No he doesn’t get to do this, he avoided me for years and now asks what’s wrong? ‘. 

“ No Evan, don’t act like you care now. “

Evan only plastered a confused expression onto his face. What a great actor he had become and Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“ You’re confused huh? Don’t worry I’ll bring back the memory, the ignoring? The whole ‘ you're famous now and don’t want to be friends with a loser ‘, remember?  What happened Evan? I texted you, called you over and over again and you wouldn’t pick up or even read my messages. YOU chose fame over ME, the girl that was by your side when you had no one. “

After hearing your reasoning, his face dropped and he looked as if he was guilty. He didn’t even know what to say because this was all his fault afterall.

“ So what, you're going to give me the silent treatment now? You know, remember our promise? ‘ forever we shall last, only death should do us apart ‘. Well that was when death occurred, our friendship and me. I felt like I died when you wouldn’t even attend school or hangout with me because you were so busy all the time. “ 

At this point, Y/n’s whole face was wet and the sky was getting dark. Evan still stood there frozen, it was frustrating like he was still ignoring her. But in a blink of an eye, there was Evan, kissing her. Y/n wanted to push him away, but the deep feeling that stayed for him came bubbling back up, being bigger this time. His lips were soft against her wet ones as he slowly kissed her until they broke apart.

“ Why did you do that, don’t you have a girlfriend? “

“ Why’d you kiss back? “ 

Silence is what filled the air, until Evan broke it.

“ My ex-girlfriend was why I was separated from you, she was jealous because she kept seeing me text you. Emma got insecure and demanded for me to erase your number, and my dumbass was too head over heels for her to see the problem. So I did as I was told, soon I didn’t think about you anymore. But I didn’t forget you, I realised how toxic we were and I broke it off. I recovered your number and tried texting back, but you changed your number Y/n. That happened 2 years ago. “ Evan whispered the last part

Y/n was in shock, speechless. The mystery was now solved, and it really wasn’t Evan’s fault. Still would take some time to forgive him though, all those years were wasted when they could have spent it together. She didn’t know what else to say so she just kissed him, cliche but really, her mind blanked out.

“ Woof Woof! “ goldie barked

Y/n and Evan turned their attention to the puppy in need of attention, stretching their ankles. They looked at him and laughed, maybe Y/n’s cat could be great friends with goldie.

[hibewriter]

Christmas Miracle

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Shadow & Bone | Darklina | 3K | E 

Tags: Incest | Car Sex | Public Sex | ambiguous age | infidelity

It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job. 

Well, what high-schooler likes spending evenings in the Little Palace mall watching other people relax and unwind while they worked in a dying department store? But it was alright. Normally, she could get to the mall by three, work until ten, and catch the last bus from the mall to the suburbs, where she could walk the ten minutes to the house in relative peace. Normally. But normal did not include the clusterfuck that was the holiday season. 

Now her normal involved…him. 

Well, that’s not fair. Her normal before involved him. At home. Steadfastly ignoring each other in the halls of Os Alta High, going separate ways once the bell struck two fifteen. Aleksander would drive, taking the car that they were supposed to share to spend time with his girlfriend. Though she couldn’t be that upset sometimes. Solitude with oneself was a gift in the Morozov household. With Baghra working from home, their father constantly hovering the second he entered the door ( I just want to make sure you’re settling okay, milya don’t fret ), Aleksander was typically the only one who left her alone. 

But the holiday season meant a lot at the Royal Sunny department store. It meant longer hours, an increase in customers, but most importantly, it meant a larger paycheck. Not that she needed it. But she liked creating the store display. She liked the ribbons and the wreaths, the ornaments with little suns in them that she hung from the ceiling (probably breaking several safety regulations by standing on her tiptoes on a ladder, but it wasn’t her fault she barely hit five feet tall this year.) 

The only downside was the eleven o’clock shift end. When the bus had stopped running, and the parking lots were empty. Her managers lived so far from her side of town that she didn’t even want to ask for a ride, the only recourse staring her right in the face. The only car underneath the streetlamp directly in front of the employee entrance, a black Mustang. It was more expensive than any high schooler had any right to own, older than both of them. Yet it shined under the light as if Aleksander had taken a wax to it just that morning. 

She sighed, marching to the car, wrapping her coat tightly around her as she did. November nights in Os Alta were colder than in California, part of her wished that their father had insisted they’d stayed in California for high school. Not that it mattered. She merely clung to herself as she wrenched the door open, slipping in ungracefully with a plop. Immediately she pressed her hands to the vents where pushing out blessed heat. Aleksander didn’t even look up from his phone. 

“You’re late,” he huffed, typing furiously on his phone. 

“By like, five minutes. It takes time to get out of the store, asshole.” 

“Well maybe don’t ask for a ride in the middle of the night on a Friday.”

“We’re supposed to share it’s not my fault you’re such a dick you absolutely need to hog the car to go fuck Luda every fifteen minutes.” 

He rolled his eyes, finally putting his phone down to look at her. His eyes glanced at her hands, then her face. 

“You need gloves.” 

He put the car in drive, pulling out of the space. She huffed, slipping further into the seat. There was no need to dignify him with a response. It was easier to look out the window, watching as street lamps passed while his soft rock played over the radio. It only took about five minutes to realize he wasn’t heading in the direction of their house. 

“Where are we going?” She asked, glancing over at him. His eyes remained fixed on the road, though she could tell his jaw was clenching, even through the patchwork he called a beard. 

“I need to check on something, then we’ll go home.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed as he pulled into an unsuspecting neighborhood, cookie-cutter McMansions with various decorations lining them. It wasn’t unlike their own neighborhood, probably full of upper management types with stay-at-home spouses, one point five children, and perhaps a family dog or cat. Boring, and predictable. Why wasn’t she in her own bed again? 

“Aleksander, what –”

“Fuck.” 

She startled at his sudden curse, looking over to where her brother was looking. Another McMansion, similarly lit to the houses they’d been passing this whole time. The only distinction was the pink Jeep Wrangler. She’d seen it nearly fifty times this year, mainly the source of arguments as to why she couldn’t have the car when Luda had her own . She huffed throwing her head back against the headrest of her seat. 

“Aleksander please tell me you did not keep me out here so late just so you could go fuck your –”

“ Saints , do you ever shut the fuck up.” 

Her head snapped to look at his, affronted at his attitude. He’s the one who dragged her out here to go to his girlfriend’s house, and he was getting mad at her for asking a simple question. How dare he. But something in his face gave her pause. The tensing of his muscles, the steel in his eyes as he stared, no, glared , at the house in front of them. Or was it even the house? She followed his line of sight, past the driveway back to the street, just a few feet away from the driveway, lights off and parked, as if it belonged there. A lime green Dodge Charger. A pretty distinct car, one that those transfer students drove. Toyla Yul-Bataar. 

Suddenly comprehension dawned on her, as she looked from the car to the house it was parked in front of. None of the rooms in the front were lit, but that didn’t really matter did it? It was late on Friday night, and one boy was over at a girl’s house parked not inconspicuously. 

“She’s cheating on you,” she muttered, more to herself than him, but she knew he heard her. 

“Yeah.” 

He huffed, finally loosening his grip on the steering wheel. She looked back at him as he sank into the seat, watching as the anger faded to something different. Something sadder. And suddenly she was the one angry. How dare Luda. 

“Well,” she huffed, looking back to the house. “FUCK her! She’s a bitch.” 

“Linka –”

“No! How fucking dare she?! What is wrong with her?!” She stewed. If it were possible she was sure there’d be steam coming out of her ears. “You’re my brother and even I can see that you’re better than her. And she has the fucking nerve to be such a –”

“Alina.” 

"What?" She snapped, looking back at him. Immediately she softened, looking at her brother’s face. 

“I deserve it,” he muttered after a moment. She rolled her eyes, exhaling a huff. 

“Aleksander nobody deserves to be cheated on.” 

“I do,” he said. He was sitting up now, as if he were going to put the car in drive again. “Just drop it, Lina, I’ll get through it.” 

She looked at him incredulously, her eyes wide as she tried to figure out how he could be so calm . So she leaned over, grasping his arm and preventing him from moving the car into gear. Chin on his shoulder she felt like when they were kids, and he’d let her take a nap on his shoulder. But they weren't kids anymore and this was real. 

"Aleksander," she hated how her voice sounded. Like she was begging, but for what she didn't know. "Nothing you could have done justifies –"

"I was thinking about you." His breath seemed to come out in a rush. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took him in, trying to understand what he meant. 

"I mean you're my brother so like, of course, you're gonna think about me from time to –"

" No, Linka," he huffed, exasperated. "Not like that." 

Silence. Nothing but the soft hum of the radio filled the car as she sat there, staring at him. 

"I couldn't…fuck. And then I thought about you . And then…" He couldn't look at her. He could barely do anything but stare out the window, his cheeks suddenly aflame as he tried to convey what was the problem. And her grip on him slackened as she understood just what he was saying to her.

"And you…because of me?" 

If possible his cheeks would’ve burned a deeper shade of red. His eyes closed, pressed tightly together as if to imagine a time when he wasn’t in this car and he wasn’t talking about this with his sister. A time when he didn’t fantasize about his sister to get off.  His small nod as he swallowed his shame, the embarrassment. She should feel disgusted. Should storm away, convinced her brother was a freak. She should tell their mom, get her brother help and figure out how to move forward. 

But instead, she could only look at his face. The curve of his lips as he frowned, eyes clenched. She could feel his fist against her thigh, also clenched, strained against his own desires. There were a lot of things she should do right now. Instead, she leaned forward. 

His lips were soft against her own. She expected them to be rough, maybe chapped, but his lips felt like velvet. Velvet against her lips when his brain catches on to what's happening. Soft and insistent when he begins to kiss her back, lips parting against hers. He tasted like chocolate, bitter and sweet at the same time. 

Was that his hand on her thigh? Did she imagine the touch urging her to climb into his lap?  She didn't know, lips parted as she brought her hands to grasp at the hairs of his neck. A soft moan escaped as his lips moved to her jaw, working slowly down her neck. 

"Wh–fuck. What d-did you think about?" She whispered, tugging at the hair. Like silk, it flowed through her fingers. She barely held back a whine as he pulled back. 

"This," muttered through parted lips. She bit her lip as his hands moved, first slipping her coat off her arms, then hesitant at the edges of her work shirt.  "You." 

He seemed to be at war with himself. The object of his desire was finally sitting in his lap, and he almost seemed restrained.  But his decision came swiftly as if any thought otherwise was a passing fancy. 

"I thought of you, out of this ," he muttered. Fingers slipped under her shirt, sending a shiver down her spine. Little work as it was removed, tossed into the seat she had abandoned. Hands immediately cupped her breast through cotton fabric. 

She bit her lip, hips shifting in his lap as he seemed transfixed on her chest. A small gasp as she felt the growing hardness in his pants, shifting closer so it was right underneath her. She heard rather than felt the snap of her bra, suddenly cold as her last defense of top was ripped from her body. 

"Sasha," she whimpered, guiding his face to look into her eyes. "What else?" 

She could've sworn he nearly growled, stealing a kiss so quickly she thought she dreamed it. His fingers were on her thighs, quickly finding their way up her skirt, to the apex of her center. The thin barrier of her tights did little to hide her arousal, creeping out of her cunt like a dripping faucet since he admitted it was her . 

"This," he muttered against her lips. A rough yank, maybe two or three, and she felt her tights rip at the seams. She didn't have time to react, his fingers in the hole of his making, seeking the gusset of her panties with practiced expertise. "You and all your glory on display for me, just like a gift." 

She couldn't hold the whimper that came once his fingers made contact with her slit. The skilled way he found her clit within seconds, forcing a cry from her lips as he played with her. Her hands dropped as she leaned forward, capturing his lips as a thick finger pushed its way inside of her. 

“Tell me to stop, Linka,” his voice was rough. She would’ve. She should’ve . He was her brother, blood of her blood held in the same womb as her. They shouldn’t, they couldn’t. But words were lost when he slipped in a second finger. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he murmured, lips suddenly pressed to her jaw. God help her, she was. More than she thought she could as she clenched around the fingers moving within her. Suddenly she was fully lost in the sensation that was Aleksander’s fingers in her. A thought she never entertained for more than a second, and she wanted more. 

She wanted everything he could give her.

It was the sound of her own slick that caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. He was going slowly, but even his tortuous movements wrung the loudest of sounds from her cunt. All while his breath panted in her ear, groans of how good she was being. How much he knew she could be the perfect little sister. So it really wasn’t her fault when she came. It wasn’t her fault when the words slipped from her mouth, more of a cry than anything else. 

“I need you inside me.” Her moan felt foreign – like someone else was making the sound as they shifted.  Her hips slotted over his, mouth parted as he fumbled to shove his sweats down. A moment, two, and suddenly she was full. The irresistible stretch as he notched his cock into her, letting gravity do the work of slowly sinking her onto him. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, eyes slamming shut for just a moment as she falls. She’s gone, burying her face in her brother’s shoulders as she begins to rock. He rolls his hips, matching her as they begin to move in tandem. She gets lost in the rhythmic push and pulls, the grip of his hands as he begins to move her faster. His eyes open now, huffs in her ear as each drag elicits another whine from her lips. 

“Don’t ever stop,” she pants, further sinking down. She swears his fingers are meeting in her back, his thumbs nearly touching her front. He bites her ear, as if affronted she’d suggest he would ever stop this. 

She nearly loses it when his hand comes lower, thumb ghosting over her clit, not quite the stimulation she needs but just so close . 

“Please, Aleks,” she begs, thighs clamping as her hips rock against his furiously. His thumb presses, right where she needs it. “There, there, right there, please.” 

“It’s okay, Linka,” he groans, teasing her. Her clit was now just an instrument for him to play, thumb swiping back and forth until she was shaking in his arms. She nearly cries, desperate as he pumps her full from below, spearing her and tearing her apart. “Let go for me, Linka. Wanted you so bad. Wanted you for years.” 

He was muttering nonsense now. His cock was a weapon inside her, just a slight tilt of her hips and he was pressing into the perfect spot. His free hand rose, cupping her face and pulling her tear-stained eyes to meet his. There were no other words to describe it, just raw . His eyes were an endless black pool that wanted her, and only her. 

Her orgasm crashed in waves, hurling her over the metaphorical cliff as she held on to him for dear life. And he just watches her, take his cock with her mouth parted, a silent scream unable to come out. She wants to close her eyes, but she doesn’t want to miss that crazed look that comes. Not when he returned his hands to her hips, moving her faster and faster as he neared his own completion. 

Her brother. 

Her lover. 

His hands held her hips to his as he empties himself into her. Breathless and boneless as she falls forward, clutching him like the only liferaft after being sent adrift to sea. And she was. Adrift. Her body floated as she began to trace pointless shapes into his shirt collar, waiting for the feeling to sink in. The panic. The clarity. The rising concern of what did they just do?

But it didn’t come. Not as he softened inside her. Not as she felt their combined fluids leak onto his lap. Not as she listened to his heartbeat slow. Just their breathing and the feeling of being finally sated. Well fucked, quiet as the radio continued its soft rock melody. 

She startled at his sudden huff of laughter, finally leaning back to look at him. He was looking out the windshield, seemingly distracted by something outside. She barely turned her neck, slightly craning to see what was so funny. And then she saw it. White powder, fell from the sky, betraying the heat of the idling car. The first snowfall. 

“It’s like a Christmas miracle,” he muttered, thumb absentmindedly rubbing into her back. A distracted massage as she clung to her brother. At this she smiled, leaning forward to kiss her brother’s neck. Then his jaw. And suddenly his lips were on hers again, and all her worries disappeared. Neither of them noticed the buzzing of his phone, his hands on her hips as he held her close. Just how right it felt. Before, reluctantly, they pulled away.

“It’s a little early for Christmas,” she muttered. But he still shook his head, kissing her forehead. 

“It’s Christmas wherever you are,” he claimed. At this she laughed, slapping his shoulder. 

“That was cheesy.” 

“And? You loved it.”

“I love you.” 

For a second she feared it’d be too much. Feared he’d draw away, though it wasn’t like she hadn’t told her brother she loved him before. It was, definitely, the first time she’d ever tell him with his not-so-soft cock inside of her though. So she paused, the smile nearly dropping from her face before he kissed her, soft and unhurried. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered, lips hovering above hers. “Let’s go home.”

[phoenix]

Fuckity fuck fuck.

Setup: I live in the middle of nowhere, can't drive, look forward to the bus line starting up after Thanksgiving so I can go do things on my own.

There is city A where the buses come from, then there's me, then there's town B where the buses go, turn around, and head back to A.

These buses run twice in the morning and twice in the evening. They start, go down, turn around, and turn back around and do the second run.

So if I want to go to city A, I can't take the second run back home, because the bus IMMEDIATELY turns around to do it. I have to go early in the morning, and then spend eight hours doing whatever until the evening bus run.

This was fine, but now the malls have all closed, and all the theaters are closed, so there is NOTHING for me to do. I'd basically sit in Dunkin Donuts for eight hours then get groceries, and go home.

But I frequently go to town B, because I can do that first run, and catch the second of the set when it came back around in about 90 minutes. Perfect time to run errands, grab a bite to eat, come home.

I haven't done it in the morning, because it's so early, but it's always been an option I'd wanted to try out.

Well, this last grocery order, had one item I NEED for a meal I wanted to make, but everyone was sold out. Well no problem! Bus started back up, I can bop down and get it at some point.

Making the meal tomorrow, meat is out of the freezer, planning to go get it in the morning. Check the store's website to get what time they open aaaand.

They're closed. They are fucking closed, because of the flooding. This COMPLETELY fucks me over for my plans of actually getting out of my house.

They have online ordering at least, which still sucks, because my biggest issue with it is when something isn't available, I can't pivot, and I don't want to keep ordering groceries, I want to go and shop and improvise if I have to.

But FINE. I can still place an online order, pick it up, and kill time at Dunkins like I've done the last few years. At least I'm still getting out of the house.

EXCEPT, all this I want to get done in the MORNING because I don't want to come home at 8pm and start a meal that takes three hours to cook...and the earliest pickup time is 10am, two hours after the morning bus runs are done.

So now I HAVE to go in the evening if I want to make dinner tomorrow night, and then there's an added problem.

I don't always make it to the bus stop in time. Normally, if I miss it, no big deal, I just go the next day. But now, I have the added pressure of I have ordered groceries already and am expected to pick them up.

I just want to LEAVE MY FUCKING HOUSE AND NOT RELY ON PEOPLE FOR FIVE MINUTES FUCK.

Also, I don't have the time right now to get this all sorted out, but I also don't have the time to NOT try and sort this out right this second. ...And screaming and flailing isn't helping.

[strry1]

Zombeh Attack

A/N: silly oc insert 😋😋😋

(If you don’t know what my oc look like just go to the pinned post)

Zombie Matt is so😍😍🥰🥰🥰

Nobody POV:

“Oh no! We hit that person!” Edd stood ontop of the car as he’d look at the body.

“Big bloody deal, That person busted our car!” Tord said in annoyance as he sat down next to the car, Matt sitting onto of the car, resting his arm on one of the tires while Tom and Dao stood next to the car.

“I wonder what’s the reason that guy looked so terrified and bloody..” Dao mumbled in concern.

“We’ll have to get a repair kit from the garage.” Tom spoke.

“Maybe there’s one in that town over there.” Edd suggested as he pointed toward a mysterious town.

“Hm, I wonder why all the graves are all empty.” Matt ask in a curious tone.

“Now that you mention it, it’s kinda..odd.” Dao replied as she’d walk along the gang, observing each grave along the way.

“Who cares?” Tom replied.

They eventually stopped at the entrance as they look up at the sign written “Bittensborugh” The street was empty.

“Is it me or why are there blood on the floor..?” Dao asked in concern, but nobody seems to question it.

BITTENSBORUGH-MAIN STREET

“Hey! There’s someone, I’ll ask him for directions.” Matt suddenly spoke before approaching a random man.

“Wait Matt No!—” Dao tried to stop him but it was too late.

“Excuse me, but Do you know where—AHHH!” Matt screamed in pain as his right arm was bitten off by the person, turned out that man was a zombie! Matt fell to the ground as he was dead.

“MATT!” Dao called out in shock as she froze in horror, covering her mouth, wanting to throw up as she looked at the pool of blood that was pouring out of Matt.

“Oh my god, he bit off his arm!” Tord said in shock.

“Run away!” Edd quickly shouted as the four of them quickly ran to safety.

“I Think…We lost…them…” Tom said in between breaths as he leaned onto the wall, Edd, Tord, and Dao stood next to him as they all tried to catch their breath.

Tom’s eyes suddenly widen, Along with Dao and Edd. Tord was confused when he suddenly looked at the gas station full of zombies, a zombie then commanded the others to attack the gang as they began to approach them.

“Oh my god, They’re getting closer!” Tord panic as the horde of zombie moved slowly toward them.

“Run away again!” Edd shouted as they began to run again.

After they were out of the zombie sight, Tord spoke up.

“Hm, we should find a safe base to hide in” Tord suggested.

“Yeah, but it’ll need to be camouflaged.” Tom agreed.

3 HOURS LATER..

The gang hid inside the Portaloo, it was pretty big, allowing them to fit in. It was uncomfortable or anything

“Perhaps we should go look for weapons. Tom, why don’t you go outside and see where we can get some?” Edd spoke as he’d point at the hole ontop of the Portaloo.

“Hm..hm..Ah hah!” Tom spotted a Mall as he’d look back into the portaloo with a smile.

“Let’s go looting!” Tom spoke in a high-pitched voice.

“Okay.” Edd agreed after a second of silence.

The three began to search for weapons, Edd found a chainsaw as he’d riled it up, Tom got a shovel, Dao got an axe and Tord held up a gun as he smiled. But The three of them look at Tord irritatedly, clearly not allowing Tord to use a gun since they know how crazy Tord can get if he uses a gun so Tord grabs a fork and spoon instead.

They finally walked out of the mall with their weapons as they walked back to the gas station.

“Okay, We have to attack by surprise. Tom you take the left, I’ll will take the right, you two’ll take the middle.” Tord spoke.

“Ready? Go!” Tord commanded as they jumped from their hiding place, they noticed that the gas station was empty as they look dumbfounded.

“Well, Atleast we found the repair kit.” Tom spoke as he’d held up a repair kit.

They all turn their back as their eyes widen by the horde of zombie..

“MATT?!” Dao look surprised as she raised her brow.

“Indubitably!” Matt gave a thumb up, He was a zombie, his right arm was missing, his skin were green and his teeth were sharp.

“But why?!” Edd asked.

“Getting kinda bored there, laying head down in the gutter, festering..” Matt made a sad expression as he’d explained.

The gang stood there, it’s was pretty awkward.

“Attack, My zombie acquaintances!” Matt commanded as he’d pointed toward the gang.

Dao, Tord, and Tom began to fight the zombies horde, hitting the zombie’s head with his shovel, Edd stabbing the chainsaw into the zombie’s body before riling it up Splitting the zombie in half, Tord hit the zombie with a fork, Dao swinging her axe around making sure no zombie get too close to her, splitting the zombie head in half with her axe.

A zombie tackled Tord and it bit Tord’s shoulder, sending him to the ground as the Zombie began to eat Tord’s flesh.

“TORD!” Dao’s eyes widen as she’d saw her friend getting eaten right in front of her, She’d continue to hit the zombie with her axe.

“NOO!! Not the coke machine!” Edd shouted dramatically.

“Ah screw this! Let’s get out of here!” Tom spoke as he’d back away from the zombie horde, the gang began to run.

“Come back you cowards!” Matt shouted.

The gang managed to repair the car as they get inside.

“Drive. Drive!” Tom commanded in hurry as he’d was shocked.

Edd start up the car as he’d began to drive, it was an awkward silence inbetween the three of them as Dao was still terrified of what happened earlier.

Suddenly a shadow appeared behind them..

“Oh my god..It’s T-T-Tord!” Dao spoke in surprise.

Zombie Tord then proceeded to jump at them..

(Tehee I was going to do Zombeh Nation first but the app crashed and I’m too lazy to write all of it again)

Here some silly oc insert art :3

[destineeallison]

Dream from 1/6/2024

I do not recall the events prior to this moment in my dream, but I know the location and setting very well as it's a recurring dream location for me.

It's partially a mall and partially an adventure park. There are rides in the mall, some water rides, and 2 roller coasters. One of the roller coasters shoots you past the harkins theater sign outside and feels like you're going a million miles an hour.  The water rides have an eeriness to them. They give you the same uneasy vibe the small world ride gives you at Disneyland, or the backroom videos on youtube.

Outside, on one half of the mall there is a vast parking lot. When you walk out of the other side it's a dirt road with fields on either side. On the left hand side is a fenced in field with bright football lights and farming equipment. On the right is just  grass and more dirt. The dirt road is long and at the end of it is another dirt road, you can either go left or right, but other than this road snd the mall when it gets dark outside you can't see anything except the mountains for miles.

I'm telling my sister about this guy I used to love on our way through the parking lot of this mall. It feels like the first time I've been back home in a long time and I am so excited to see everyone.

We walk into a few different stores but dont buy anything. At one point I send a text to this guy saying how much I missed him and wanted to hang out and see him.

Time is flying by, and in a matter of a few dreamy moments, we'd magically been at the mall for hours.  So, my sister and I decided we'd better finish walking the mall. We are singing something loudly as we walk out of a department store.

This man with 2 friends says hello to her and tells her she's beautiful. I take a quick glance and notice we've somehow become a line of 5 people walking through the mall, myself on the right of my sister, and everyone else on my left. She seemed okay talking to this man while we walked, so I just stayed looking at the ground playing a game with myself trying to get 2 steps in per large tile, 1 step per small. Step on a crack break your mother back is one of those ryhmes that i'll remember till I die.

I get bumped by someone on my right. I look up to my right, and there he is, the guy I was telling my sister about and had sent a text to. He'd been one of the other two people with this man my sister was talking to, I just didn't notice him at first. We stopped walking.

He gives me a giant hug as I tell him I'd just text him, how excited I was to see him, and that I'd really wanted to hang out with him while I was in town. His arms were still around me, and he replied, "I really want to hang out with you too!" He lets go so the 5 of us keep walking and talking.

We get to the food court area in the middle of the mall where people eat and children play. There are still mass amounts of people, but everything is starting to close, so they're all heading back towards the parking lot.

I notice this group of people coming toward us. As they're walking towards us, I notice the gates to the food court stalls all come down at once, and suddenly, I am face to face with this blonde girl. She asks me if we want to go out to the fields with them since the mall will be completely closed soon. 

I am unsure if I want to go, but my sister and the guy convince me we should.

Something feels wrong, but we make our way to the other end of the mall. It's very dark outside as we head toward the field. In my peripheral vision i see the light in the field is shining down on the farming equipment, but just as I glance over, the lights in the fields go out, and now there is almost complete darkness, with the only light coming from the moon.

I realize then that I am alone. My sister, the blonde, the guys we were with... everyone is gone. I walk towards the fields but grow scared as I don't see or hear anyone. I start running down the dirt road instead and make it to the end. My choice is to go left or right. The left is more darkness, the right is several more dirt roads.

I hear a faint scream from behind me in the fields and wake up.

I never told him I loved him.

[stargazing-imagines]

A&A rewrite // 01x05 // bloggers and butterflies

Description : you and the gang run into a hater of Austin so you try to shut her down, meanwhile you figure out your feelings for Austin

Parings : mentions of reader liking Austin

Warnings : mentions of toxic friendships, mild bullying towards the reader and the gang , the use of the word snobs , if there’s anything else that should be added let me know ASAP!

It was a sunny day in Miami and Ally was working the counter at sonic boom, you on the other hand, was on the computer as she was watching something. You looked at ally before looking back at the computer.

"Umm... ally we have a problem..." said Y/N as she turned the computer around "apparently Austin showed me a website call Miami h8ter girl and she said some pretty nasty stuff and things about Austin,"

"Wait...I heard of h8ter girl," said Ally "Austin was just talking about her the other day,"

"Yeah but this one isn't pretty," you said as you clicked the space bar of your computer to play the video.

 A clip of Austin in the music store late at night eating ice cream, was on that was until it dropped it the next thing he did was make a pant sundae

In disgust you closed the laptop "I just lost my appetite," said Y/N as she push the Laptop away

"I wonder how Austin is feeling about this?" asked Ally "This has got to be hard on his uprising career," said ally, you nodded in response. 

"Guess who's got a job at Pirate Frank Fish Fry," said Trish as she walked into the Store in her pirate costume, after Trish said that, Austin walked in through the door

"well can we worry about your job later?" asked Austin "She posted another embarrassing video of me,"

"Was it the Pants-Sundae? because I'm clearly grossed out," said Y/N before flinching with disgust

"Frankly... I don't think she's that bad, She posts about everything embarrassing about a celebrity," said Trish

"well why don't we all go down to the mall and maybe you can do some nice gestures," Said Ally

"Ooh I can't Savannah is in town," said Y/N "Is it ok if i take a rain check?"

"What's up with you and Savannah?" asked Ally "I mean I thought you two wouldn't be friends anymore after what she did to you,"

"Ally she may be a Blonde Chick who does nothing else but shop she's not that bad, You just got to get to know her," said Melody "Not every blonde chick is bad, I mean look at austin.” 

"Hey N/N ready to go?" asked Savannah as she walked in through the door "There's this great sale at the beach mall and i so don't want to miss it,"

"I’ll be down there shortly, oh but first Savannah, Meet my Friends," said Y/N "You already met my sister ally, but you haven't met Trish, Dez, and Austin,"

"Wait your friends with Austin Moon?" asked Savannah "Just wait till Angelica Hears about this,"

"yeah lets keep it on the down low," said Y/N as she pushed Brooke out the door "Bye guys, Good Luck Austin,"

________

"Whats the deal with you and Austin?" asked Savannah as she was skimming through the racks at the Clothing Cart in the middle of the Mall, you who fiddled with the straw in your smoothie sighed.

"I don't know, I like him but i feel like he would be better off with Ally because they have so much in common," said Melody "I'm just a girl who has a dream of being a actress and we all know that may never come true,"

"you have got to stop selling yourself short, I mean I haven't seen you act in anything but your chance will come," said Savannah as she kept her eyes on the clothes 

"Maybe your right,"

"So does this mean Damien is Out of the picture?" Smirked Savannah as she sipped on her drink, it was obvious that she liked Damien 

"We're just friends and that's all we'll ever be,"  said Melody as she fiddled with her straw but this time stirring up her smoothie

"isn't that your friend over there helping that kid out of the fountain?" asked Brooke as she pointed to where ally and Austin were standing before crossing her arms

"Yeah apparently Austin has a hater," you laughed “and he’s so freaked out about it.”

"You don't say?" asked Brooke "Who's this hater thats out to get him?"

"Miami H8ter Girl," said Melody "Have you heard about her?"

"Yeah but be careful i had this friend back in grade school who is famous now and apparently she said some nasty stuff about her," said Brooke "the drama and the name calling was so bad The girl had to become homeschooled after Freshman Year,"

"Wow she's that bad?" asked Melody

"Yep," said Brooke as she looked at her cell phone which dinged "Oh saved by the bell... my plane leaves in an hour will you be fine walking to sonic boom by yourself?"

"Yeah I'll just walk with Austin and Ally back to the music store,"

"Great see you soon Bestie," said Brooke as she left before waving

_________

"Austin moon dunks kid in the fountain," said Austin as he stood up "Now that sounds really bad,"

"Yeah but on the bright side you didn't actually drown Nelson," said Y/N "Me and Savannah saw the whole thing,"

"Hooray That makes everything so much better," said Ally sarcastically before closing the laptop before rolling her eyes

"What's your problem with Savannah?" asked Y/N "It's not like she did something to you,"

"She uses you and Manipulates you... She's bad news N/N why can't you understand that,"

"I don't know ally i guess it's because I rather have friends who are less famous sometimes," said Y/N "If you would actually fly out to California with me on the daily Basis you wouldn't be judging them so hard,"

"Y/N, I want to get to know them but i'm telling you something is going on with that girl and I just don't want to see you getting hurt,"

"Ally's right, I mean She did ask if you and Damien are still dating," Said Austin "and I know their your friends but I've heard about a lot of people from Beverly Hills are snobs especially rich ones,” nodded austin, meanwhile you glared at him.

"Guys you don't know them like I do," said Y/N as she stormed out of the practice room as she slammed the door, Dez and Trish walked in

"What's wrong with her?" Asked Trish as she pointed to you who just stormed out the door

"Me criticizing her friends again," said Ally

"Why are you so jealous of Y/N’s other friends?" Asked Austin

"Yeah I mean we are your friends," said Dez

"You guys i’m not jealous." said Ally "it’s just, she’s been used before by Savannah and when she has I'm always the one that has to put her back together,"

--Flashback--

"I can't believe grandma and Grandpa live in Beverly Hills, it's surreal." said 13 year old you as you jumped up for joy.

"I know how can they afford to live here? I heard a flat here costs at least 3,000 dollars,"

"Hey I love your shirt," said a girl

"Thanks I like yours," said Ally as she pointed to the girl

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to her," said the girl "I'm Savannah and this is Angelica,"

"Hi! It's nice to meet you your really pretty," said Angelica

"Hi well I'm Melody and this is my sister ally," you smiled as you pointed to ally who waved back

"I Can tell we're going to be great friends,"

--End Of Flashback--

"And that's why I don't trust Savannah," said ally as 

"Yeah but the reason you can't trust her is because she hates you,"

"Dez not now," said Trish as she placed a hand on Dez's shoulder "anyway we need to figure out a plan to get Hater girl back,"

_______

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Asked Y/N as you crossed your arms, clearly not wanting to be there

"Shh! You'll ruin the process," Said Dez

"Dez you do realize that we don't need to go undercover for this right?" asked Trish

"oh... that explains the weird looks i got trying to mail Austin's embarrassing Baby Photos to Hater Girl,"

"You did what!?" asked Austin

"Yeah she wanted some of your baby pictures, I couldn't say no!"

You Rolled your eyes before looking out the window, When she did she saw a Person in a fish costume

"Hey guys That fish has been staring at us for five minutes now," pointed Y/N

As melody said that The fish ran away, you stormed out of the fish shop. when you did you saw a fishing pole near by. You threw the fishing pole string to catch the person, when the fishing line caught onto the costume. You yanked the fishing pole.

"Now lets unmask the real Hater Girl," said ally as she took the fish head off the person's head and when she did you and Ally Gasps

“Tilly?” 

__________

It was a Friday night and you was with Ally and Trish as they were getting ready for a ‘performance’ that Tilly made

"Hey everyone I'm so glad you could come out, Today we have three songs that will be shared," said tilly "But two of them will be awful so feel free to boo them,"

Ally and you looked at each other before looking back at the stage

"First off we have Y/N Dawson singing the Caterpillar Song,"

Tilly glared at you, you did the same thing, but this time you tripped her making her fall off the first step

"hey everyone... Uh i don't normally sing but here's nothing i guess,"

You started Singing but in the middle of it you stopped

"What am i kidding, Here's the real talent, Ally Dawson with the butterfly song,"

everyone clapped before ally yanked you Down

"What are you doing?'

"Showing everyone how talented my sister is," Said Y/N through gritted teeth as she smiled  "Now go!"

________

"even though you didn't perform the song I'm glad we served justice to tilly," said Y/N as she placed an arm around Ally "I'm really lucky to have you as my sister,"

"Thanks N/N that means a lot and sorry I judged Savannah,"

"Its fine," said Y/N as you waved it off

"And Austin I know how much you wanted my dolphin, so I'm letting you have him,"

"really?" asked Austin as he jerked the Dolphin out of Ally hand as he gave it a hug

"Aww look a baby," said Melody

Austin and ally Gushed before Something happened

"GOO!"

"AHH!"

---

Austin and Ally Rewrite Masterlist

[daffodilsm]

                                      𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 !                                                                                      ɹnoɟ ɹǝʇdɐɥɔ

pairing: eddie munson  x  female  reader   trigger warnings: mentions of death, grief, ptsd, blood, and gore tags: kas!eddie, canon adjacent, lovers to strangers, strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers again, st5 imagined, ronance, byler summary: the truth of hawkins and eddie’s “death” is finally revealed to you word count: 3443 status: ongoing read on ao3: here ! masterlist:   🦇

“ We should have waited for the others. ”

“ God, I can’t watch this. ”

“ Them being here wouldn’t have made any difference. ”

“ Shit… ”

“ That was the right thing, right? We did the right thing by telling her? Or… shit, are we just involving her like we did Eddie? ”

“ Jesus Christ, she can hear us… ”

“ Guys, you need to calm down. She saw him — we had to tell her. ”

“ Yeah, but about everything? ”

“ This one thing wouldn’t make any sense without everything else. ”

“ Yeah, you can’t skip from A New Hope to Return of the Jedi without context. ”

“ By the way, where the hell is Byers? ”

“ Argyle was in the middle of making a pizza, they have to wait for him to finish. ”

“ What? Why? ”

“ Why? As if anything with Argyle comes with a logical explanation? ”

“ Yeah, well…”

“ We should check in on her, right? When I first found out about all this shit I thought barf was gonna come out my butt. And no one I loved came back to life like a freaking zombie either. I’m gonna check in on her… I just… can’t stand by and watch people cry without doing something. ”

“ Maybe you shouldn’t… ”

“ So we just let her cry? ”

“ Yeah… no...  maybe? ”

“ I really thought this couldn’t get any worse. ”

“ Are you positive El can’t make it tonight? ”

“ I’ve tried… no chance. No chance. ”

“ Shit… shit ! ”

“ Guys ! ”

Amidst the garble of their conversation, hushed whispers that weren’t really all that hushed, there was a ringing your ears that wouldn’t go away. A high pitched drone you clung to with your exhausted focus. Your brain imagining the sound as a timeline in which you went through the past few years and all that has occurred. Pinning each event in the order in which they relayed it to you... making sense of it the best way you could.

They had told you everything --- everything and it took fifteen minutes for your head to stop reeling. The truth of what happened when the kid --- Will --- went missing, Barb, Hargrove and the mall fire... that wasn’t actually a fire at all, the thing they called the Upside Down that was full of monsters and demons... where Eddie died. And a girl --- Eleven --- who had superpowers. A real Carrie come out of Stephen King’s novel.  

Eddie’s death had been the last event, followed by the opening of these gates by this villain; Vecna slash Henry slash One. It explained what had occurred to Hawkins these past few years so well. The disappearances, the earthquake... a real life curse striking the once safe, mundane town. It was Indiana for heavens sake. How could a fantasy possibly be their reality? And it felt too cruel... that the boy who wished to run off into a fantasy to escape the harsh reality that was his life would finally get it just for it to kill him. Eddie...

When you finally turned to them, their voices hush into a heavy silence. Several pairs of eager, concerned eyes staring into your own. Your hues more than raw; blood shot. Your face had become a stained glass window, created by tears streaking down dirty features in faint shattering lines. One too many rocks having been thrown at you. Robin sucked a breath through gritted teeth upon the sight.

“ Can I take a bath? ”  You finally speak. The question you asked not one of the million they expected you to have. As, during their explanation, you had not talked at all. It felt like you didn’t even breathe. The words and breath from your lungs stolen. It was the same way you would take in and react to Eddie’s campaigns. Whereas then you hung on by excitement, now you held on in hopelessness. 

“ Of course, it’s this way. ”  Nancy took charge while the others only blinked and passed worried glances to one another. 

Following Nancy, she led you up the stairs from the basement all of you had descended within. You had taken notice of the set up when you first went down. Piles of blankets were prepared on the couch, as if the Wheelers were always expecting company to stay over. There were D&D drawings lining the walls, reminding you so much of Eddie’s poorly done sketches of characters and maps he would prepare for Hellfire. What grabbed you the most however was how his picture was even there, taken straight from the yearbook and taped on the wall. Your fingertips had run along his features while no one looked, pausing briefly at the words scrawled crudely at the bottom. 

                                              OUR HERO

Now you know the truth of his death... almost death? It made your body ache, because it was so like Eddie. You loved him... love him --- but you never put him through rose colored glasses. He would’ve hated that. Eddie always having had the strong belief that if a person wasn’t flawed then they weren’t human. Eddie had run away as he always had. He ran away from reality. Ran away from his future. Ran away from his responsibilities. It wasn’t physically running away, but he had gone a thousand miles before running away from the tragedy of Chrissy Cunningham. 

And the one time he chose not to run... 

The flicking on of the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom draws you back. Nancy, watching you anxiously from her peripherals, adjusting the temperature of the water before letting it run and run; slowly filling up the tub. Reaching into one of the cabinets, she pulled out a light yellow bath towel, gently handing it over. 

“ Take all the time you need... ” She says before slipping out the door and closing it shut. 

The silence washes over you. Your heart beat in your ears as you take in the feeling of finally being alone. All of your grief put on such display that now, when alone, there was nothing left to feel. Your only hope being the steaming water will distill you, removing this pain with every droplet. 

Layer after layer, you peel away your sticky and sweat through clothes before stepping slowly into the water. The temperature hot enough to draw a much needed breath from your chest before you slowly let it overtake you. Once clean and pure water becoming slightly darker as the dirt and grime of the day is washed away. You soak in deeper. 

                                                          🥀

“ What do you think our future will be like? ”  Eddie asked, catching you completely by surprise. Eddie Munson, the person who lives purely in the now with little care of the consequences, talking about his future was a sure sign that something was wrong. 

You shift within the bath, head turning against his chest to look him in the eyes. The concern you had from the question was written right between his eyebrows, worrying you. And at your glance, his grip around your waste tightens as if you’d slip right down the drain... into the land of Freddy Kreuger where teenagers don’t ever get a future. Graduation was only a few weeks away. Finals were even closer, and he was scared. It was plain to see. 

“ Probably boring. ”  Naively, you try to joke in a way that he usually would, pressing a kiss to the underneath of his chin.

“ I’m serious. I know, me serious for once, it’s a miracle. But... what if I don’t graduate... again? ”  His voice is heavy in a way that is rare. This tone usually saved for after visitations with his father at the jail, or when his father gets out then inevitably goes back in. 

You use his knees that were locked around you as leverage to lift up and turn. Without the warmth of his chest against your back, your body shivers from how cool the water had become without you noticing. 

“ You’re going to graduate, Eddie. You’ve worked your ass off this past semester. ”

“ And if I don’t? ”

“ Don’t say that.. ”

“ Just trying to be realistic. ”

“ Reality is for the hopeless who are too stupid to create anything better. ”

“ Don’t quote me to me, ”  he sighs, though completely amused. His tattooed arms reach out to wrap around and draw you back. “ I don’t want to disappoint you. ”  His breath presses against your ear, stirring the partly dry baby hairs that strayed there. 

“ That’s not possible. ”  You quickly responded, believing it to be the truth. 

“ Yeah, well... never say never, right? ” 

“ Stop it. ”  The words carry into a silence. Neither of you speaking because both of you knew what this was. Eddie was preparing for the worst case scenario... running away again towards the nearest escape that would cause the least amount of damage. There were no healing potions or magic spells to make everything perfect, so the best option was to get the hell out of dodge. 

Eddie hurting himself, that was fine. Hurting you? That was the worst thing he believed he could do. Because in his eyes, you had a chance at life. Supportive, though overbearing, parents were at your every will with money to spare. You were smart and dedicated to your studies, always getting decent enough grades in school to never have to worry about getting in anywhere. Not to mention your talent. A voice, he has said, that was sculpted by Apollo himself. 

Whereas Eddie viewed himself as nothing but autumn leaves crushed in the gutter. Crumpled, broken, and whisked away by the stream of life down the drain into the underworld. Here and then forgotten. His mother was long gone. Eddie never even knowing her name until he was six years old. When his father and uncle were fighting in the kitchen as he was meant to be sleeping on the couch. His father in and out of prison. The reputation he left behind for his son, with the same brown mousy locks and large eyes, setting him up for constant failure and prejudice. All his life Eddie being told he’d be nothing just as his father was nothing. Nothing but white trash. Hearing that enough times, he believed it so much to be true he gave up at school. 

You were the only one to make him feel... better. As if maybe life didn’t have to be shitty. And he knew somehow, in the future, he’d lose you. He’d mess it all up. There was a clock, chiming loudly in his ear, ticking down to the end of it all: graduation. He could feel it so deeply it his core. The end was coming soon and then he’d really have nothing left. And what’s worse is... he believed, with his every fiber, that it’d be for the best. There’d be nothing more loving than letting you go. 

“ I love you, ”  you whisper. Needing him to hear it. But all it does is make him love you more and hate himself just as much. 

“ I love you too, babe. ”

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A rushing gargle of water flowing down the drain is behind you as you step out into the hallway, the yellow towel wrapped around your frame and wet strands sticking against your neck. You felt exposed, definitely. Though that seemed better than putting filthy clothes back on after finally getting clean.

“ Nancy? ”  You called, walking towards the only other light in your vicinity. The kitchen. Mike and Dustin choking on their sandwiches as you walk in. “ Where’s your sister? ”  You ask Mike, though there isn’t much time for him to answer as Nancy bounds up the stairs after hearing your call. 

“ Is everything okay? ”

“ Do you have any spare clothes? ”  Your eyes glance down her frame and turn to Mike to do the same, taking a deep inhale. “ Or does your Dad? ”

“ Yeah, ”  she smiles timidly, giving a small shake of tightly, curled strands “ just a second. ”

When she left the space in search of clothes, you turned back towards the two boys. Their eyes looking every which way, avoiding you at all costs. Cute. You immediately seeing in them what Eddie must’ve seen. Nobody easily got into Hellfire without having that special something.

It made your chest ache as you recalled Dustin’s story. Eddie’s last moments. In front of you was the last person to see him alive... who saw his pain... who carried a harrowing memory at such a young age. 

“ Thank you... for loving him. ”

Their eyes finally perk up at your surprising words, though nothing else needed to be said. Dustin nodded his head slightly and Mike glanced down, giving his own little nod. Both of them knew what it meant. 

“ No thanks needed. He loved us first, ”  Dustin replied, solemnly. 

“ He was our hero long before the Upside Down, ”  Mike added.

Those words again carried significant weight. Our hero. You knew that it was Mike who scrawled those words beneath his picture. You knew it was Dustin who Eddie died for. He had loved them so much, you saw. And you vowed to do the same. 

“ Here you go. ”  Nancy returned, handing you some college football t-shirt and draw string pajama shorts. 

“ Thanks. ”  Stepping back into the bathroom, you quickly changed. Taking the quick chance, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Eyes were still red, though less so. Your eyes appeared sunken --- so tired after the events of the day and revelation that Hawkins was no longer just a metaphorical hellscape. It was so much to take in. You wondering if Eddie had felt the same when he had learned about the Upside Down and demogorgons and Vecna. 

Then and there you made the choice to stop being distraught. Instead, you were no longer Y/N. You were Lady Hope once more. Immediately upon conjuring this alternative version of yourself did your mind get to work. Eddie’s previous words flooding your mind.

“ This is your last warning, considering your ignoring of the first. Bring him Eleven or things will get very, very ugly. ”

While you now knew who Eleven was ( and equally that the he was in reference to Vecna slash Henry slash One ) there was no mention of the first warning in the breakdown of their situation. And having met Mike and Dustin, two of the more important people in Eddie’s life after you had broken up, the idea of him working for Vecna made no sense... unless. Shit.

It was an explosion within your mind, nearly knocking you backwards. This was bad. Very, very bad. Your hand reaches like a lightning bolt towards the bathroom doorknob. Pausing, only, as frantic voices carried from the other side.

Grabbing the handle, you pull it open and rush to the kitchen. Mike, Dustin, and Nancy were huddled around one of the hand-held radios. Steve, Robin, and Erica bounding up from the basement after hearing the same commotion you did.

“ Argyle, what? What’s going on? Over ! ”  Mike yelled into the radio. 

A Californian accent replied, “ Brochacos this is bad. Domino’s pizza bad, man. It’s like the night of the living dead out here man. Indiana is so not cool. ”  There were tire screeches in the driveway. Everyone rushing towards the door as a giant, pizza van sped up onto the grass. 

“ Good thing, Mom, Dad, and Holly are at move night at the community center, right? ”

“ Right... ”  Nancy choked on a breath, running to the door and opening it. Three bodies then rushing in the door; two falling against the floor in a fumble of limbs while the smaller one was grabbed and taken into Mike’s arms. Mike’s tall frame helping the other catch his footing. As eyes looked up beneath a rounded hair cut, you recognize the features immediately. Posters of his face plastered all around town just years prior. Will Byers. 

“ What happened? ”  Steve says, dreading the answer to his own question. Him and Robin both reaching down and helping the two older boys up. 

“ Bob ! Bob happened. ”  Will revealed. Every breath then catching in their throats except for you and Robin. Both of you looking at each other before finally placing the name in the list of events on the timeline. 

“ What does he mean by Bob happened, Jonathan? ”  Nancy turned to her boyfriend, eyes wide and hands shaking at her sides. 

“ He was in the road on the way here... standing, alive. ”  Tears had also sprung from his eyes. The effects of seeing Bob alive just as strong on him as it had been on Will, who clung to Mike. 

“ That’s not possible. ” She whispers. 

“ It was possible with Eddie. ”  You say. Three new pairs of eyes glance at you, look away, and do a double take. Jonathan is the only one who recognizes you.

“ Now who’s this babe? ”

“ No, Eddie is different. His body was left in the Upside Down. Bob died years ago. ”  Nancy rushes towards the kitchen window, drawing back the curtain and peering outside. “ Did everybody see him or only Will? ” She turns back, hands still clutched around the small, linen curtain. 

Jonathan seems somewhat flustered by this. “ No, we all saw him. Not just Will. It wasn’t Vecna this time. ”

This time? 

Nancy winces as she tries to make sense of this. Turning back towards the window, a hand is pressed against the glass. A scream then ripping from Nancy’s throat as she falls backwards, Robin catching her just before her head could hit the floor. All eyes looking up towards the glass. Just past pressed fingertips were tattered, plaid sleeves, thick rimmed glasses, and a short red mess of hair. 

Barbara. 

A twisted smile upon her ghosted features, black goo spilling from her eyes that were tinted red. A hand reaches back, then quickly and repeatedly pounds against the glass. Nancy screams continue, sending chills down your spine as you felt helpless in the situation. 

“ Get her out of here ! ”  Steve yells towards Robin, a spiked bat suddenly in his hands. Robing immediately complying, pulling the other girl up and wrapping an arm around the now inconsolable Nancy Wheeler before directing her down into the basement. 

The others moved just as quickly. Grabbing whatever they could into their arms and rushing towards the door. Following suit, you rush after them, stepping out into the dark spring night. 

The once, very dead, Barbara had stepped back from the window, crossing the yard to where other figures waited.

A green and gold letterman’s jacket. A skinny frame with scars across his face. A cheerleader’s uniform. A near sea of lab coats and Russian uniforms. Barbara. Bob.

And Eddie.  

“ Dustin ? Dustin ! We have a situation here. It’s Billy ! It’s Billy ! ”  A voice cries over the walkie talkie before crackling out into silence.

Your chest heaves as the scene plays out before you. Your eyes floating figure by figure until meeting Eddie’s crimson hues. They cut against the grass and dig into your skull.

Beats within your chest race faster and it’s as if he can hear it. A pointed, sideways grin floating his lips before they suddenly lean and lock with the lips of the once deceased Chrissy Cunningham. 

Steve, Dustin, Mike, and Erica glancing towards your stunned framed. Your vision unable to move as their lips continued to collide and a metal laded hand grabbed at her thighs. 

You gulp, enraged. 

“ That’s not Eddie. ”  The words force themselves out through gritted teeth.

“ W-what? ”  Dustin stutters.

“ It’s Kas... Kas the Bloody-Handed. ”

“ Shit. ”  Mike curses.

“ Shit. ”  Dustin repeats.

Eddie looks up at the name. Head tilted up and lips drawn apart in an impressed grin. There’s a pause in the air, everyone on edge, waiting for whatever would happen next. Eddie then takes a step forward, the grass dying beneath the heel of his boot.

“ Roll for initiative. ”

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Resurrected? -Chapter 5

The team is on a routine mission when Phantom gets blasted by one of the goons wielding experimental tech. Unable to keep his ghost form intact he transforms back into his human form. Causing the rest of his teammates to think the beam had somehow brought him back to life!

The team starts to try to protect Danny and make sure he doesn’t die again, always checking around every corner for a possible threat. How long will he last?

Wattpad: Here.      FF: Here.      Ao3:  Here.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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"Nope!"

Danny spun on his heel the moment he noticed where they were going. Megan grabbed onto the halfa's arm and stopped him from leaving. "Phantom come on!" she pleaded, Danny rolled his eyes and turned back to face her.

"I'm not going to school!" Danny gestured to the building ahead of him. Teenagers with backpacks going in and out.

Megan didn't back down from her cheery attitude. "Phantom school is one of the best things on earth you can experience! You have friends and you get to learn about earth customs. Ever since Me and Conner have been going it's been a blast." She gestured to superboy who only shrugged in response.

Danny attempted to cross his arms. Megan was still holding onto his wrist, probably to stop him from running. Not that he would make it far with everyone here. He instead put his hand on his hip. "Why is the school even running right now anyway? It's the middle of July!"

"Summer school," Robbin commented. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were still covered with shades. An effort to conceal his identity that surprisingly worked. Everyone else from the team was around Danny in their civilian clothes.

Kaldur looked up at the school with a thoughtful expression. Wally sped over to Megan and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her let go of Danny's wrist. "Megan, I know you're heart is in the right place! But School!" Megan tilted her head at the speedster. "We can't take our baby to high school! He won't survive in there!"

"-Hey!" Danny protested with a sputter.

Artemis put her hand on Megan's shoulder. "I think Wally's right here M. I don't know if school is the best option. How about we go somewhere else. Not everyone loves it as much as you do."

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "And I have already been bullied throughout my entire school life. Going back isn't going to do me any good." He threw his hand to the side.

"You were bullied!" Megan's face was in shock. She rocketed forward out of Wally's grasp and wrapped her arms around Danny. "I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't bring back any traumatic memories! It's okay we don't need to go in there."

Danny started to feel bad. He didn't want to hurt her feelings or make her feel bad. "Megan I'm fine. It happens. I just happened to have a particularly bad school, with some particularly awful people." Danny shrugged. One of the ghosts that had gone there had died of bullying, but he decided not to mention that.

Conner walked over and patted Danny's head like he didn't know what else to do in the situation. He then put his hand on Megan's back. Danny pulled Megan away from him by her shoulders so he could look at her. She looked sad. "It's okay, how about we do one of your other plans. Surely you had a backup! I'm sure it will be fun!" He wanted to cheer the martian up.

Megan's face brightened again. "We can go to the mall! I also love to go to the mall!"

Danny chuckled, happy that she wasn't sad anymore. "Sounds good."

Wally sped over between them giving them both a hug. "That settles it! Shopping trip!" He laughed. "Robin's paying!"

"Hey-" Robin started to protest.

Wally smiled. "Don't act like you can't" He said playfully. Like he knew that truly Robin wouldn't care if they spent his money.

Robin sighed. "Fine." But he had a smirk on his lips, he really didn't care.

Kal nodded "Sounds like a plan." They all started to walk away from the school. Happy Harbor was a small town, they could walk anywhere they needed to.

Artemis smirked and draped her arm around Danny's shoulders. "You know what we need to buy when we are there." Danny raised an eyebrow at her, looking hesitant. "One of those leash backpack things! To keep track of you!" There was amusement in her voice.

Danny made a squawking sound, and ducked out from under her arm, trying to escape. Only to be stopped when Conner grabbed him from under his arms again and was holding him just above the ground. Conner and his stupid super-strength. He just continued walking holding Danny.

"I can't with you guys!"

Everyone around him just smiled innocently.

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Notes

Lmao, I love writing this story so much! Poor Danny. I also can't stop seeing Danny being carried around like a kitten by Conner! (Someone please draw that, I'm begging you! XD) Also, I remember someone mentioning something about one of those backpack leashes in the comments! I tried to find it but couldn't :( But thank you so much for that idea, I couldn't stop laughing when I read it! Lol if you guys have any other ideas that you want to see in the future I would be happy to add them XD Love you all! <3

Thank you all so much for your amazing comments! I am so happy with this story and it is one of my fav Danny Phantom ones to write. There will hopefully be more out soon! Please leave a comment and tell me what you thought!

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Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

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Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

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[safetycar-restart]

i haven't realized how much i love this sub!charles switch!pierre thing until you expanded on the idea 😭😭

so i just thought of being out with the two of them, after they were both comfortable with it, and ofc, you're walking with charles in the middle and you and pierre on eachh of his sides, so charles can hold your guys' hands!!!! he's just swinging your hands like a child with a huge smile on his face. and he's so happy <3

maybe you guys go to the mall, and charles keeps clinging onto you rather than pierre since he's with him more often, and pierre gets almost offended by it, but charles tells him to "not take it personally, i don't see mommy as often as you" (idk why, but this version of charles to me is so so so subby at all times and i feel like he'd insist on calling you mommy whenever he starts clinging to you) and charles just holds onto your arm and puts his chin on your shoulder whenever you stop to look at something, and just shuffles along when you move on like a lil puppy.

meanwhile, pierre is holding your free hand, telling you his opinions and giving you fashion advice, and you listen to him VERY carefully. and charles looks at him while he talks with a pout and big doe eyes like he's paying attention, when really he's thinking about how pretty pierre looks from his pov (and so do you!)

when you get home, the two of them are horny as expected, and you have pierre fuck charles from behind, but charles insists on eating you out while he's getting fucked. to your suprise, charles can actually keep his composure and eat you out without collapsing against you or anything like that. he just laps at your pussy like a starved man, he's in HEAVEN.

and he's so happy!!!!! there's nothing more our bunny loves more than being sandwiched between you and pierre. at any time, in any way.

-📓

Oh my god yes!!! I hope everyone else loves this whole thing to because I fucking adore it so much.

So firstly, I agree with you that Charles would be very subby around you. Even when you’re not doing anything sexual, Charles just.... he likes being your good boy. There’s no way around that.

Pierre is, of course, his Dom too but Pierre is his Dom in a sexual sense only I think? Pierre will dominate him in the bedroom. But outside of the bedroom, Pierre is just his boyfriend.

It’s different with you. Yeah you’re his girlfriend. But you’re also always his Dom? Whenever he’s with you, he can let his guard down in a way that he can’t around others because he knows you’ll always look after him. And yeah Pierre will look after him too of course, but it’s different with you. You know how handle him being subby all the time.

Anyway, Charles would love going out just the three of you like that!! You guys go somewhere random, a small town where they won’t be recognised and of course they both wear hats and masks to try and ensure no one notices.

Charles is just such a happy boy!! Swinging yours and Pierre’s hands as he walks between the two of you. Every now and then he’ll stop and just randomly hug one of you? Cause he’s so happy he can be with you both!

And yeah he’s gonna pay more attention to you. Cause he doesn’t get to see you as often. Pierre always pays more attention to you for the same reasons.

(I think that sometimes, Pierre wishes you could be the one always traveling with Charles, because Pierre can see how much it hurts Charles to be away from you. Far more than it hurts Pierre to)

Charles is more than happy for you and Pierre to chat while he just holds your hand and rests his head on your shoulder. He doesn’t even try to pay attention, knowing that you or Pierre will call his name if you want him to actually listen to something.

And of course they’re gonna be horny when they get home! They’re always horny!

Pierre at least tries to be subtle about it, tries to kiss you slowly and slip his hand under your shirt to you show what he wants.

That all stops when Charles pretty much runs the two of you over, slipping between you and Pierre and whining against your shoulder, looking at you through his lashes with his lips already wet. He’s shameless about his neediness.

Pierre is more than happy to fuck Charles, exchanging slow kisses with you while the two of you prep Charles together. And poor Charles is just so overwhelmed cause he’s got BOTH of you opening him up, taking turns to finger him and licking his cock in between.

You have to calm him down constantly, rubbing his thigh and telling him “just breath bunny, we got you”

And then Pierre fucks him.

You’re very surprised when he begs to taste you at the same time, because usually he falls apart too quickly for that. But he’s determined. He got taken out and had the nicest day with you and Pierre, got so spoilt and was treated so well and now he’s determined to make you feel good too.

He’s a good bunny. He wants to show you.

So yeah, he’s just lapping at you as best he can, letting you grind against his tongue as Pierre fucks him and Charles is just in heaven.

At one point, Pierre stops, stilling inside Charles and says, “Come on little bunny, make mommy cum and then I’ll carry on.”

No one needs to tell Charles twice. He doesn’t even complain about Pierre not fucking. He has a job to do!!

And afterwards, you make Pierre handle cleanup this time so that you can cuddle Charles. And he’s such a happy little bunny! Kissing your neck and chest and giggling when Pierre wipes him down and immediately demanding that Pierre returns to bed when he walks back into the bedroom.

You’re sure Charles will sleep between you and Pierre, but somehow you end up in the middle.

[infaethable]

ranking the bad kids from least to most believably from the midwest, by me, someone who was raised an hour away from the town elmville was based on. 

6. adaine abernant. not even from the fantasy midwest, really. there’s nothing here that i could even begin to run with. (aelwyn being from the midwest however? i could spin that.)

5. fabian aramais seacaster. could maybe be from the midwest in like, the way that chicagoans who moved to california for college and never left are from the midwest. the only real thing here is him being really into football bloodrush, and that’s explained away by lou having previously lived in boston. oh, and based on completely vibes alone, fabian would say that midwest winters made him invulnerable to cold, and would wear a bomber jacket in -5. he’s lying, but that’s a very midwest trait. 

4. gorgug thistlespring. gorgug gives me more east coast suburbs vibes. it’s laughable that brennan thinks that he can walk to school with zelda. midwestern towns aren’t that walkable. my local highschool was a six minute drive and an hour and a half walk because you would have to walk through the cornfields in order to not get hit on the one road that you could access the school from, where the speed limit was 50 miles an hour. nevertheless, he has that nice wholesome gentleman vibe. i feel like he’d take zelda to prom in his parent’s minivan.

3. riz gukgak. riz gukgak was born in chicago and tells everyone he’s from chicago. every single person from actual chicago will yell at him on instagram for it. riz gukgak is good at being from the midwest. he would have fun going to the rainforest cafe at the nice mall 45 minutes away. he would suggest going to target at 9:30pm on a saturday and getting kraft mac & cheese and that would be the highlight of the weekend. would probably end up at a midwestern city college, because he ‘likes the atmosphere’. siu does have a great journalism program, so represent i guess.

2. kristen applebees. everybody is wondering why she isn’t first. be patient. kristen applebees is absolutely from a fourth largest town in a very low population state, and every person she meets when she inevitably goes to college in like, colorado or something, will think that means she lives in brokeback mountain country. she will not correct them, but anyone who actually lives in the town will correctly call her a “city girl”, because she lives in town. kristen applebees has terrible taste in pizza, and in the eighth grade she went to a highschool bloodrush game and painted her face in school colors. in the group of theatre kids at ihop at 2 in the morning, she is the server they know from school and won’t stop annoying. 

1. fig faeth. every single thing about fig faeth is the most midwestern thing i have ever heard. she is every single male-manipulator, midwest emo/punk, “i hate this fucking town” song rolled into one. fig loves the mountain goats. fig took a school trip in the eighth grade to six flags. fig gets stick and poke knuckle tattoos of upside down crosses on both her middle fingers, and they get infected. fig crams seven people into a five person car the second she gets her learners permit, and gets pulled over by state highway patrol for going 90 in a 45. fig steals street signs and puts them in her room. fig laments about how there’s nothing to do in this town, and then loiters behind the 7-11 till the gas station attendant kicks her out. she’ll have a ladybird scene as soon as she’s in a city for college, and she’ll miss elmville so desperately that she’ll transfer to the local community and be listless for awhile. she will find her way, but it will always be home. she loves this fucking town.

[werenotadulting]

Routine Procedure pt. 5

Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let's try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.

Don't get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.

On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.

"You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We're gonna have to see about getting some more soon."

"I suppose we should, right? I mean, they're working infinitely better than that condom thing," I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.

Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn't seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.

"That's very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I'm sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I'll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday."

Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. "You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?"

I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though.... Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it's a medical thing. You didn't ask to be incontinent."

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I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.

"You know," Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, "if you're so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought."

I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.

About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.

Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.

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You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.

Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.

"All ready," Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. "They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn't about time tell them they were wrong."

"It is the best homemade lemonade in town," I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.

Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you a diaper check, what else?"

"We are in the middle of the mall!"

"It's been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you're at capacity," Kate gave me a 'prove me wrong' look.

"I'm fine!! Just... not out in broad daylight, please?" I pleaded.

"Well I didn't even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so...."

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After stopping in a couple clothing stores, ("Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.") we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.

Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.

"Hey, we're looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?" said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.

Kate's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!" It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.

An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.

"Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown," Kate gloated.

"Oh wonderful," I said, "I can't wait to hear about this all the way home."

"Well played, you two," Melanie chimed in. "Don't worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round."

"Oh thank you, that's so nice," Kate said as we both stood up to leave.

"Of course! It was nice meet....." Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.

Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I'd had a major leak.

Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon  shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.

It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.

I was speechless.

"Oh shit, we're so sorry! Let me just wipe this up..." Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.

The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.

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The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.

In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.

"I'll get the seats cleaned, don't worry baby, just get in." Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn't need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.

"That...I...I'm so embarrassed...." I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I'm sorry. That can't have been fun, I know. It's not your fault." Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.

"That doesn't make it any less humiliating! And it's not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!" I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay, take deep breaths, it's going to be okay. We didn't know anyone there, no one important saw, you'll be fine."

I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.

"Let's get you home and into a bath, baby," Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.

I think," Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?"

"I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I'm wearing," I said, staring out the window.

"Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?"

"I don't know Kate, I just...I don't want to think about it."

"I'll take care of it then, babe," Kate said, "those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We'll find something that works better for you. And I'll look into some of those onesies, so you don't feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, as we continued down the highway.

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Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.

Let's see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I'll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That's 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.

With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.

"All in good time, Kate," she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.

She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.

Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.

Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.

Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.

Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.

Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

Kate closed the laptop and got up.

She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES PT.2

---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol

Word count:2145

COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?

[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx

PART ONE

During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.

“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close. 

“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.” 

The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did. 

“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle. 

“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her. 

“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.” 

Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.

“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering. 

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?” 

“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall. 

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“Dude!” 

“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores. 

“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store. 

“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store. 

“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build. 

As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck. 

At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.

“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest. 

I would be in his arms forever if I could.

“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear. 

“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?” 

“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled. 

“Ok, on three, one… two… three…” 

“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed. 

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“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them. 

“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”

“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly. 

“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer. 

“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.

“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence. 

Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-“

“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb. 

Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest. 

“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again. 

Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them. 

They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined. 

This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening. 

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his. 

Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.

Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass. 

Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin. 

He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core. 

Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.

As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core. 

“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck. 

Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...

“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”

Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.

“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”

After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy. 

Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you… 

No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.

Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses. 

“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”

“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,

I fucked up…

[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE) 

-J.T.S XXX

@love-granger​

[127-mile]

Alice in the land of horrors.

Pairing: player!Jaehyun x player!fem!reader.

Genre: Alice in Borderland, strangers to lovers / fluff, angst, mature content.

Warnings: Violence, blood, explicit and non-explicit deaths, injuries, survival games, weapons, smut (oral (male receiving), marking, riding, unprotected sex (be smart kids), coming inside).

Plot: Welcome, as you might have noticed, the world as we know has changed after yesterday's total blackout. To survive, you will have to participate in life-size deadly games or you will be disintegrated. Be ready to kill, to sacrifice what you love the most in order to survive. Good luck.

Jaehyun is one of the few survivors in town, and unlike you who are more than willing to hurt and kill to find your way back to your family and roommates, he is a little more fragile when it comes to this. But together, you make a pretty good team.

Word count: +12.4k.

A/N: You don’t have to know the show or the manga to read, see this as big escape games. I am not using the characters from the show, so no spoilers about them. 

Chapter one: Meeting the lonely soul.

You do not know why you are here, you just needed some fresh air, you were not expecting to stumblr across a game zone. You watch, head cocked to the side, wondering what the game was that night. A man steps out of the play zone, he is covered in blood, and even from your place across the street, you can see how bad he is shaking. For a second, you wonder how he can still walk. He whispers something between his teeth, and when he walks past you, he does not even realize he pushed you, nearly tripping you on the sidewalk.

After a few days in this world, you know there is no need to worry about someone else, and yet, you turn around.

"Do you need help?" you ask, and it takes a minute for the man to realize you are talking to him. He stops, and he looks at you. In his eyes, you read nothing but hear, sadness and so much fatigue that your heart breaks a little. In this world, it's everyone on their own, and yet, you approach him, and put your hand on his shoulder. He flinches at the sudden contact, but after a few seconds, he relaxes and looks into your eyes. "Are you okay?"

The man shakes his head, and his eyes fill with tears, and you find yourself confused for a moment, not knowing what to do with the stranger. "So much blood." he whispers in such a low voice that you have to bring your face close to his to hear him. His smell is metallic, the smell of blood, and sweat. "I did not mean to do this." he says in a slightly louder voice, and you take his hands in yours, not worrying about the blood. "You didn't have a choice. We don't have a choice, we have to survive."

"Survive? But what is the point of surviving?" you do not really have the answer, and no one does to be honest. All you know is that everyone wants to live, that survival is once again the most important thing. "We all have a reason to survive, and you have to find yours. Once you have it, killing won't seem so bad, trust me." your family and your roommates are the only reasons you've done so much harm since you found yourself here, and it is your family and roommates who will push you to go through the other games.

"Where are you staying?" you ask him, and the man seems to think about it for a moment. "Nowhere. I rest when I can, and where I can until the next game." he whispers, and you sigh as you look around. Other players are also exiting the game zone, and all of them are covered in blood as well. But neither is in the same state as the stranger, they all knew they had no choice than to do whatever they did in there. "Come with me."

"Why?" he asks, and you understand his hesitation, you would have done the same if some random stranger had offered to follow them. "I have no reason to hurt you. Killing each other outside of the games won't help us end it, or to find a reason for everything that happened." you say, poiting to the deserted city around you. "We have to stay together, and help each other as much as possible." the man sighs, and he nods. "My name is Y/n, by the way."

"Jaehyun." he answers.

Chapter two: Three of Spades.

"Where are you going?"

You jump when you hear Jaehyun's voice, and you turn to the man whose eyes are still half closed. When he sits up in bed, the blanket slips off his shoulders, and you grimace when you see the bandage covered in blood. Three days before, when you met him, the blood he was covered with was not only that of other players, but also his. He cut himself while passing through a broken window, and it was difficult to stop the blood from flowing without the help on any medical skills. But you did it. After he passed out.

"My *visa* ends today." you say, and that seems to be enough for the young man who sits up on the edge of the bed, ignoring the sudden nausea that threatens to make him throw up. "What do you think you are doing, young man?" you ask narrowing your eyes, and he shrugs his shoulders before growling at the throbbing pain. "I am coming with you." you shake your head, laughing softly, and you take your backpack which you swing on your shoulders. "Your visa does not end for two more days, so you are going to stay here and rest, you'll have plenty of time to find another game later."

*visa: the visa, and the number of days left on it is what allow you to stay alive, you have to play to earn more days, or you’ll be killed.*

"I don't want you to go alone." Jaehyun mumbles and sighs. "Jaehyun, it's going to be fine, I'll do everything I can to come back after the game. I'd rather you stay here and get some rest." The young man pouts, but it is not enough to change your mind. "Eat something, and drink a lot of water. You cried like a baby yesterday, you need to rehydrate your body." the mention of the night before is enough to make Jaehyun blush prettily. "That's a low blow."

"Whatever, see you later." you walk down the stairs to the back door of the shopping mall you found yourself a few hours after waking up alone. You are not one to steal, but you thought that the mall was the best place to get food, a bed, and items you could need. It is huge, and even if other survivors could break in in the middle of the night, you feel quite safe in there. At least, you had a pharmacy on the floor below when you brought Jaehyun back. You do not know if he would still be alive without it.

The door is locked from the inside, and you get the padlock off of the only chain you found to keep the door closed. The air outside is warm and stuffy, and the sun is slowly setting, which means the next game is about the be announced. It only takes a few minutes for you to find the first light signs showing the way to the new game zone. And when you finally get there, beads of sweat are sliding down your spine. You frown.

You are in front of a theme park.

Several players are already waiting on the other side of the security gates, their eyes riveted on their phones, impatiently for the registrations to close and the rules to be given. You go through the gates, and you hear the little click as you pass the lasers that will prevent you from going out before the end of the game. You avoid the curious looks of some of the players, and you pick up a phone.

Immediately, the facial recognition is done, and on the screen, you see that your visa is at 0, and you also see the card. Three of Spades. The cards of Spades show that the game will be a physical one, and the number indicates that the difficulty level is three. It's good, you've had worse before, it will certainly be a snap, you think.

Behind you, you hear footsteps, and when the last phone is retrieved, the speakers sizzle around you. "Registration is closed, wait for the rules." the mechanical voice says, and you take a big gulp of warm air. You are startled when you feel a hand resting on your shoulder, and when you are ready to attack, Jaehyun turns around to face you. "What are you doing here?" you ask, and he shrugs. "I told you, I don't want you to play alone."

"Fucker." you mumble, you should have tied him to the bed frame. The mechanical voice comes back. "The purpose of the game is to run away from the mascots. Find the exit to the park before the mascots find you, and you will clear the game. The game ends when all the players are dead, or have escaped. You have 30 minutes." Jaehyun sighs as he digs his hands into the pocket of his jacket. "See, it's only a little race, it was a good idea to come." if the countdown had not started, you would have gladly slapped him on his injured shoulder to make his regret his words, and all of his decisions.

Before all the players start running, all the phones ring one after the other, and you frown, looking at the screen. A mesage is displayed there. "Weapons are strewn around the park, you can use them." you bite your lower lip while turning your head towards Jaehyun who seems much less confident. "If we have weapons, the mascots have them too." the young man growls, throwing his head back, and with one accord, you both start to run.

Running is not a difficult task, what is difficult is running in the heat. "Have you been here before?" Jaehyun asks you, and you nod. "A few times, but when I was very young." you know the park has had changes done since you were a child, so you can't trust your memory to find the exit. "We should find the park's map, and grab one or two weapons just in case." Jaehyun is okay with that, and he sidesteps an attraction whose lights make him blind several times.

Suddenly, the loud music from the park rings out, and that will make the game much more difficult. You will not be able to hear if anyone is approaching you, be it another player or a mascot. You hate that the organizers of the games have thought of every little detail to make your life as difficult as possible. "Here!" Jaehyun screams and you join him in front of a massive wooden sign where a map of the park is hung. "We are here." Jaehyun begins by placing his fingers on the map. "And we have to go there."

"It's way too simple." you comment with a frown. It is a simple straight line, with the attractions on either side of the main path to the exit. "That's what the mascots are armed for." Jaehyun mumbles, and yes, he is right. "25 minutes left." the mechanical voice echoes above the music, and you both look at each other. "Let's go." you start running again, and you stop only when a few weapons are in your way. Jaehyun grabs a machete and you grab a simple knife.

You do not do guns, too scared to miss your target and hurt an innocent. In a way, you are all innocent. The players never asked to be here, and the mascots are also probably players who ended up on the wrong side of the games.

The sounding scream makes your hair straighten out on your arms, and before you stop to look at where the scream is coming from, Jaehyun takes your hand to stop you from doing so. "We don't have time. We have to get out." it's not the Jaehyun you saw when the game ended last time, he is completely different, more determined. Maybe he has finally found his reason to survive, his reason to kill. You will ask him later, if you can get out of the park in one piece.

"Fuck."

You stop immediately when a mascot comes between you and Jaehyun. Of course, he noticed that you were no longer holding his hand, and he turns around, his eyes wide open. "Leave, Jaehyun, I'll take care of it." you say, and he shakes his head. "Jaehyun, for fuck's sake." you mumble, and you know he can't hear you. The mascot is heavily armed which makes your little knife look absolutely stupid and harmless.

The mascot pounces on you, and you avoid several stab wounds. You try to stab it a couple of times, but the mascot is way too fast for you. Fucking hell. When the mascot's knife blade cut your t-shirt, and your arm, you hiss heavily. "I liked this t-shirt." you whisper. On the other side, Jaehyun is also struggling with a mascot, and for a second, you wonder if you are not being traced because of the phones, to make the game easier for the mascots.

"Duck!"

A man's voice echoes behind your back, and though you are not quite sure he is talking to you, you drop onto your knees, so that you are out of sights of whatever he is planning on doing. Immediately, an arrow passes over your head and sinks between the two eyes of the mascot who collapses, mouth open in a silent cry. "No need to thank me!" the person with the bow says, and when you turn, he is gone.

What the fuck. But you should not be surprised, some people take more pleasure in hurting the people around them than trying to survive during games. But at least he most certainly saved your life.

"Y/n, come on!"

Jaehyun is safe and the mascot attacking him is on the ground. It is not dead, just unconscious. You nod, ignoring the burn in your arm from the cut, and follow Jaehyun. You see two players on the ground, dead, blood covering the asphalt. "We are almost there!" Jaehyun says, breathless. You are really wondering if you will be able to run to the exist. Your lungs are aching, screaming in pain, and your mouth is so dry and you wonder if you'll also ever be able to speak again in your life.

"Help me! Help me!"

Your head, and Jaehyun's, turn to another player. He is pinned to the ground, a mascot crushing him witl all its weight, a sharp weapon against his throat. "Jaehyun?" you ask, but the man is already running towads the other player who is in danger. He takes his machete and without hesitation, he hits and hits and hits. He doesn't watch where he hits, but only stops when he hears the heavy sound of the body falling to the ground.

"Thank you." the player says in a low voice. His face is covered in the mascot's blood, and the three players jump when the music stops and the attraction lights go out. "10 minutes left." you search for Jaehyun's hand, and when you find it, he intertwines your fingers before giving it a little squeeze. "Go."

Jaehyun starts running, and without a word, you follow him. Unfortunately, in the dark it's much easier to get lost, but you don't get lost. You do not know how, but soon you see the sign indicating the exit of the park. "Finally!" of course, you do not claim victory too soon, you know a mascot could be waiting for you, but no. There is nothing. There is no one other than the players who already made it out.

"Game clear." your phone screen indicates, and you pass the exist security gates, to drop to the ground, ignoring the sharp pain in your lower back. You bring your legs back to your chest, and nestle your face in between your knee, trying somehow to catch your breath. "You're injured." Jaehyun says, poiting to your arm, and you shake your head. "I don't care. We'll see later."

"Thanks again for helping me man." you hear someone say to Jaehyun, and the man doesn't say anything, he is probably smiling. Yes, he has found a reason to survive and kill, but that doesn't mean he won't seek to save the people closest to him. And you appreciate that. Because without Jaehyun, you most likely would have ignored the player about to have his throat slashed by the mascot.

"Let's go home." Jaehyun says, helping you up and you nod. Home. It's a word you would not have thought to hear in the middle of a world like this. You look at your phone, and sigh in relief when you see that your visa has gone from 0, to 3. Which means you have three days before playing, or being killed by whoever is behind these games. Jaehyun is at 5 now. Good for him. Good for the both of you.

Even though you told Jaehyun that he didn't have to fear the other players outside of the games a few days ago, that does not stop you from looking over your shoulder. It's certainly selfish to think that way, but you do not want to be followed to the mall. There are enough space for other people, but you do not want to be on guard every time you close your eyes, because some players, of course, are there to make the most of it. They want blood during, and after a game, and you do not want.

"Is your arm okay?" Jaehyun asks, breaking you out of your trance. You nod, only nothing that he has not let go of your hand. "Yeah, it's okay, the wound has stopped bleeding, so it's probably not that deep." perfect, because you feel too tired to stitch yourself up, and it's not that you do not trust Jaehyun, but with his hands constantly shaking, you do not want him to push the needle where it should definitely not go.

"I'll desinfect the wound when we get home." he says, and you resume your silent walk back to the mall. As usual, the surroundings are silent. You wonder where the players are, where they rest in between games, because there a still a lot of them, and you have not had the opportunity to see them outside. "We should find another padlock to lock the door when we leave." Jaehyun mumbles as you push open the back door and shrug. "Some players keep the weapons given after the games, they will still be able to break it no matter what."

You go up the stairs to the decoration store where you found refuge when you were still alone. At least it gives you the opportunity to have beds and blankets to sleep on, even if the store is constantly bathed in a rather unpleasant heat. "Sit down and take off your shirt." Jaehyun orders, and you obey without saying a word. You sit on the edge of the young man's bed, and take off your dirty, sweat-soaked, blood-stained t-shirt to throw it away. You won't need it anymore.

Jaehyun sits down next to you as he opens the first aid kit which he puts on his lap. He pulls out the disinfectant, and a bandage, and he goes to work. "I never asked you, but what were you doing before the world turned to shit?" you ask, teeth clenched, so as not to think about the burning sensation that crosses your arm when Jaehyun pours the disinfectant directly onto the wound.

You hiss when he cleans the wound, and surprisingly, his hands do not shake as much as usual. "I was working in my parents' bookstore. I started studying law, then they talked about selling the bookstore I basically grew up in, to travel, so I decided to take over." you nod, watching him wrap your arm in a bandage. "And do you like? Working there?" he puts the first aid kit on the bed and admires his work. "It is not as exciting as being a lawyer, but I always loved books, so yeah, I'm enjoying it."

"And you?" Jaehyun asks, and you lie down on the bed, your good arm slipped under your neck, and immediately, Jaehyun imitates you. Your arms are touching, but you do not comment on it. "I worked in an elementary school." you say. "No what I dreamed of, but at least, it allowed me to earn some money to work on my dream. I was not alone, to be honest with you, it's a dream my roommates and I shared ever since we were little." Jaehyun closes his eyes, but he nods, still attentive. He drinks your words like a thirsty man.

"What is this dream?" you gently shrug your shoulders, also closing your eyes. "It does not matter anymore. We are never going to leave this place, and you know what sucks the most? It's working my ass off for years, and I will never get the chance to spend my damn money." he laughs softly, and you smile at the sound. "You know, someone told me that I needed to find a reason to survive, to make the killings easier. But I also think that you should always remember the reason you chose to survive, to just keep going, to not lose hope." you turn your head toward him, and you observe his side profile. "That's some wise words. I wonder who is this person."

"I'll introduce her to you, if you want. She always finds the right words at the right time." he whispers, and you roll your eyes. For a moment, he remains silent so much that you wonder if he has fallen asleep, but suddenly, he turns on his side to watch you. "I never said it before, but thank you. Thank you for helping me that night. You saved my life." You too, turn onto your side, and reach out to place a lock of hair behind Jaehyun's ear. "You do not have to thank me. It was the right thing to do."

Jaehyun shakes his head, biting his lower lip. "No, it wasn't. You could have walked away, but you didn't. And to be honest, I don't know where I would be without you." you let your fingers wander over his face, and even in the darkness only cut off my a flashlight, you see the way his cheeks take on a soft pinkish hue. "You know, at first, my reason to survive was my family, even if we have not seen each other in a long time, but now, I realize that you are my reason to survive. I want us both to win, and to find a way out of this hell."

You do not know if it's because of the days you've been alone in this place, the constant sadness in your heart, or some other reason, but when he says these words, you lean in, and put your lips against his. It's a terrible idea, you think, but before you have time to step back, Jaehyun kisses you back. He puts his hand on your cheek, nibbling your lower lip. You open your mouth and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, playing with yours. What was meant to be a simple, sweet kiss turns into something more languid, more desesperate. You kiss like you need this to be able to breathe.

You sit up slightly, and you pass one of your legs across Jaehyun's hips to straddle him without ever breaking the kiss. You rest your hands flat on his chest, and when you finally end the kiss to catch your breath, Jaehyun's cold fingers wander over the burning skin of your back. You slep your lips down Jaehyun's neck, kissing and biting the skin hard enough to leave traces that will bloom into beautiful shades of purple. "Do you really think of me as your reason to survive?" you ask, mouthing at his jaw, and he nods. "Yes."

"Good."

"Can I?" you ask after sitting up, your fingers playing with the hem of Jaehyun's t-shirt. He nods vigorously and helps you take off his shirt. Jaehyun has a god-sculpted body, and if you had the time, you would spend hours worshipping his body, leaving kisses and marks on his skin. But unfortunately time is not something you have, at least your time is not unlimited. So you kiss his shoulder, his collarbone, and you slowly go down his breastbone to his navel.

"You are beautiful, Jaehyun." he opens his mouth to answer, but you bite the skin above his navel, and his words come out in a long moan. You smile softly, you appreciate this kind of reaction, and you particulary want to hear more. When you look down, you notice the tent in his pants, and poor boy, he probably feels really uncomfortable right now. "Can I?" you ask, once again and he nods his head, he doesn't trust his voice to speak anymore, he is afraid of being betrayed once more. Cute.

You remove his belt which you swing from the bed, and you unbutton his pants to bring them down with his underwear, just enough to bring out his hardening member, hitting against his toned stomach, leaving a shiny trail of pre-cum on his skin. Slowly, you run your tongue down the side of his cock, along a vein, and he inhales sharply. You look up, and you see that he's closed his eyes, and his hands are on either side of his body, fists clenched, he does not know what to do. He does not know if he is allowed to touch you.

You run your tongue through the slit, and he bucks his hips. "Eager?" you ask, and he makes a needy sound. "What do you want?" your voice is low, and when he does not respond, you stop and sit up. "You have to answer me, otherwise I won't know what you want, Jaehyun." you explain, and the boy sighs. "Touch me, please." he is so polite, you think, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, rolling your tongue around. You swallow the beds of pre-cum that ooze, but you do not take the time to appreciate the salty taste before going down more on his cock.

You go up, and pull the cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, pressing your lips together. You open your mouth slightly, and you let a drop of saliva fall on his member before jerking him off slowly. You are not the teaser type, but you do know, with Jaehyun, you want to do it. You want to see him fall apart in front of you. Another moan escapes his lips as you take his cock back into your mouth, relaxing your throat to take it a little deeper, caressing with your hand what you cannot fit.

"Fuck." Jaehyun whimpers, and finally, he puts one of his hands in your hair, gripping it to force you further down his cock. You feel the head of his cock against the back of your throat, making you gag a little, but you let him, you let him take some control. But not for long, you are also not one to give out your control. You fondle his balls, and he tenses up suddenly, trying to get you away from his cock. "Stop, stop, or I'll cum." he says, breathless.

When he releases his hold on your hair, he sits up, while continuing to stoke his cock with your hand, and tilts your head. "So what? Don't you want to cum?" you ask in a small voice, and he nods so violently that you wonder if he hasn't hurt himself. Although you begin to notice that he does not seem to be against a little pain. "Yes, yes, I fucking want it, but not now."

"Oh, you don't think you can go a second time if you cum now? How cute." Jaehyun's cheeks turn as red as his chest, and he looks away. "Of course I can." he mumbles like a brat who can't stand hearing that he can't do something as simple as cumming two times in a row. "Then show me."

You take his cock back into your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks, making him roll his eyes into the back of his skull. You bob your head quickly, resting your hands on Jaehyun's thighs, you moan, the vibration causing the young man's hips to buck. You feel him close, you know it's only a matter of second, so you dig your fingernails into the skin of his thighs, enough to draw blood, and that seems to be enough. His stomach contracts, and with a long moan, he cums deeps in your throat.

You inhale through your nose, and you swallow all the salty cum before sitting up. The vision offered to you is heavenly. Jaehyun has his eyes closed, he is out of breath, panting, his chest is rising and falling rapidly. Beads of sweat stick his hair against his forehead, and damn it, it turns you on to see him like that, so fucked out from a simple blowjob.

"Welcome back."

After several minutes, Jaehyun opens his eyes. As for you, you are sitting next to him, your fingers threading through the hair of the man who looks up at you. "It was awesome." you laugh softly before putting your hands on your thighs. "Do you think you can go for a second round?" It's not really the question you expected to hear from Jaehyun, seeing how he reacted earlier, but you nod nonetheless. "Of course."

You get out of bed, and take off your last pieces of clothing, and Jaehyun takes the opportunity to completely remove his pants and underwear to throw them out of bed. Before he can make a move, you straddle his hips once more, and he bites his lip when he sees you in that position. "Do you like the view?" you ask, and he nods. "A lot."

You rub your heating core against his cock which come to life once more, and you smirk, resting your hands on his chest. Jaehyun can feel the wetness against his member, and he can't wait to feel what it will be like once he is inside. "Don't tease." he whines lowly, and you sigh, tilting your head. "I never said I was going to do it." and he remains silent. You stroke his cock to full hardness, and with your right hand, you hold it straight to nudge it against your clit.

And finally, very gently, you ease his cock inside you, dropping onto his cock inch by inch, biting your lower lip to muffle any noises you could make. Maybe you should have stretched yourself a bit before, because Jaehyun is thick, but you are way too horny, you did not want to wait any longer. Jaehyun chokes on a moan when he feels the wet and hot walls around his cock. You let your first real moan when you bottom out. "Oh fuck, yes."

"You are so big, Jaehyun." you say under your breath, closing your eyes. You roll your hips when you finally get used to the stretch and let your head fall back. A small yelp escapes your lips when Jaehyun sits up, his torso against your chest, and his fingers digging firmly into your waist. He kisses the column of your throat, biting the skin like you did so well earlier and you bring your arms around Jaehyun's neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head.

When you get tired of the too slow pace, you bounce on his cock, Jaehyun's lips crashing onto yours for a kiss that's nothing delicate, it's full of teeth and tongues, with saliva coating your chins, it's disgusting, but you don't find it in you to care. All you want is pleasure, all you want is to taste this sweet sweet release.

Jaehyun's pace gets faster and faster, and you grip your shoulders, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. "You are so fucking hot." he whispers close to your ear before nibbling on your earlobe and you begin to feel that heat in the pit of your stomach. It's quick, you kknow, you it is not your fault, you had to watch Jaehyun get lost in the pleasure of a blowjob, and wait for him to come back to his senses after that, so if it someone's fault, it's Jaehyun's fault.

After two or three minutes, Jaehyun's rythm begins to become irregular, it's sloppy, and you hear his breathing getting shorter and shorter. He is close too. "Are you going to cum?" you ask and he nods. "Me too. Come on, cum in me." the both of you moan together, and Jaehyun makes you lie down on the bed, slipping your legs over his shoulders to fuck you deeper, and way harder. He is reaching places he had not reached with your last position, and when he rams against your g-spot over and over again, you see stars behind your eyelids.

You roll your eyes, your thighs starting to shake as Jaehyun bites your ankle. "Y/n, Y/n". he repeats your name like a mantra, and when you finally climax, your walls contract around Jaehyun's cock, and he is cumming too. Your mouth open with a silent moan as you feel the ropes of hot cum against your walls. Jaehyun does not stop his thrusts, but he slows down, riding his high, letting your legs fall back onto the bed.

"Fuuuuuuck." you let out and open your eyes when you finally feel like sensations are coming back into your limbs. Jaehyun drops down on you, but he catches himself on his hands to avoid crushing you with his weight. He kisses you softly, and you kiss back, but you spend more time breathing into each other's mouth rather than kissing, far too exhausted to do so. "That was fucking mind blowing." you say in a soft laugh.

"I agree." Jaehyun whispers, placing a simple kiss on your cheek before sitting up. He pulls out, and you grimace when you feel the cum dripping onto the sheet. Jaehyun drops down beside you, running his fingers through his damp hair, trying as best as he can to catch his breath. "Thank you." he says, and you roll your eyes. "Idiot."

Chapter three: Five of Spades.

When you wake up the next morning, you are in Jaehyun's arms, your head resting on his chest and for a while, it does not look so bad. For a while, you forget everything about this world where you have to kill to survive, where you have to earn the right to live. You know you have three days before your visa expires, and yet, when you begin to regain consciousness, to remember your situation, Jaehyun's situation, a weight drops on your stomach.

You have to play, and you do not know how long you will have to continue playing and if you have a chance to reunite with your family, and your roommates.

For a minute, you think back to that morning when everything changed.

You think back to when you woke up, all alone. You remember getting up from the bed, surprised you had not heard your alarm, only to notice that your phone had stopped working. You thought your roommates had played a trick on you, and you came out of your room to give them a piece of your mind.

You remember that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you found the rooms empty, despite their things being in their usual places. The strangest thing was finding their phones, their shoes, things they should have taken of they were out.

But that feeling was nothing compared to walking in the street. The street was so quiet, it was honestly scary. For a second, when you stopped in front of your parents' house, you wondered if this was all just a bad dream. Maybe you were sleeping, you thought, walking into the house, the door of which was not locked. But no, you were not sleeping. You were well and truly awake.

You were alone.

And you will never forget this feeling of abandonment, loneliness, anger and sadness.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Jaehyun's deep, sleepy voice, you look up at him and see that he is watching you, his brows furrowed, he looks worried. Have you started to share your memories? Have you started to rehash your memories you tried somehow to bury in the depths of your mind, out loud? Probably, yes. "Nothing really important." you whisper, shrugging your shoulders. "Just a few memories, I guess."

You feel extremely vulnerable for some reason, and you do not like that feeling. You would not have minded that normally, but here, in this world, you can't afford to be vulnerable, to be weak when you have to be strong enough to survive. When you have to be strong for the both of you, when you know Jaehyun is always on the verge of breaking. What you can understand, of course, we are not all made to live in a world where death reigns supreme.

"You want to talk about it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, and you shake your head. "I'd prefer not to, if you don't mind." you whisper, and Jaehyun nods, of course he understands. "What do you want to do today?" you are trying to change the subject, you do not want Jaehyun to worry about you any longer. You both have to focus. "Do you want to rest? look for answers, or find another game?"

Jaehyun runs his fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes to the touch. "You know, I noticed something yesterday when we finished the game. Several of the players all had a stamp on their hand, you know, the kind you have at a nightclub." you nod as you sit up in bed, it's true, you just didn't really have time to talk about it last night. "Do you think they're like, a group?"

He sits up too, the blanket slipping off his shoulders, and giving you the opportunity to see the marks you left on his body, and you smile briefly. He really looks like a work of art. "Seeing two people with the same stamp, that's a coincidence, but 7? That's a lot, so I think there must be a bunch of survivors, gathering together. Maybe we should look for answers? They will definitely be at the next game."

"It's a good idea, but we'll have to be quiet and discreet, okay?" what you do not say is that you do not want Jaehyun to get hurt, you do not want to lose him. He told you that he found a reason to survive in you, and you would be lying if you said it was not mutual, but you do not want to say it out loud. Maybe you are afraid that he will laugh, and explain to you that he only said that in the heat of the moment, not because he meant it.

"Discretion is my middle name." he says, and you roll your eyes, laughing softly. "You are an idiot, Jaehyun." he smiles with a certain pride. "Yeah, that's what you told me last night."

While Jaehyun is preparing breakfast with the products you found in a small grocery store, you take the opportunity to take a shower. It's not luxury, just a water bottle stuck in a shower stall in the gum on the top floor of the mall, but it's already something. You get rid of the sticky feeling between your thighs, and when you hear a noise, you immediately freeze. "Jaehyun?" you ask in a low voice, and the noise you heard resume. It's a metallic sound, like someone knocking on the pipe.

You grab your towel, and you quickly dry yourself off before putting on clean clothes. The noises have stopped, but you do not feel confident, you are afraid to get out of the shower, wondering what the fell is going to be waiting for you on the other side of the curtain. But you have no choice, Jaehyun might worry if you take too long, and you do not want him to venture into the mall if you are no longer alone.

When you push back the curtain, you heave a sigh you didn't know you were holding back, when you see that you are alone, and that nothing has changed. You quickly leave the showers, and the gym to go down the decoration store. What if... What if this was just a way to waste your time while they went after Jaehyun?

Your heart skips a beat as you start running around the store, and when you find the breakfast abandoned, you nearly crumble on the spot. "Jaehyun?" you ask in a panicked voice. "Jaehyun?" your voice is louder this time, and when a hand lands on your shoulder, you are ready to attack, or cry, you are not sure. "Hey, you're shaking, what's wrong?"

Tears run down your face as Jaehyun walks around to face you. He opens his eye wide and without waiting, he pulls you to his chest. "Hey, everything is fine, I am here." he whispers, rubbing your back. "I-I thought something happened to you." you answer between sobs, and he shakes his head; "I was off to get something for breakfast, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry." he says, placing a kiss on top on your head. "I'm so sorry, I won't do it again."

When you feel calmer, you take a step back with a long sigh. "It's no't you, Jaehyun. I heard noises when I was in the shower, so when I didn't see you, I thought something had happened to you." you mumble, and he smiles tenderly. A tenderness that you had not yet seen on his beautiful face. "I don't hear anything here, maybe it was rats? Who knows. But I'm fine. You are fine. We are fine, so there is not need to worry, I promise."

Before night falls, you and Jaehyun exit the mall. Despite what you said the day before, he still found a padlock to put on the door before going out, and you watch him, rolling your eyes. "It's an added security." Jaehyun mumbles when he sees you do it, and you shrug. "Yeah, or another reason for a player to force it open."

"Anyway."

Jaehyun takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and you walk into the city center. You do not yet know where the next play zone will be, but you know it's only a matter of a minute or two before sings appear to show you the way. "Do you think we're right to go there?" Jaehyun asks. "That we will see these people with the stamp on their hands?" you shrug your shoulders, inhaling a gulp of air, it's cooler than the days before, and that makes walking and breathing much easier.

"I don't know." you begin, looking around for a sign. "Whether we see them or not, as long as we get home in one piece, that's all that matters." you do not care to see someone and have answers, all that matters to you is your safety. If you had been alone, you certainly would not have been looking for any kind of answers, but Jaehyun is here, so you have to adjust. "You're right." of course you are.

"Oh, look!"

You look where Jaehyun is pointing, and you smile thinly when you see the first glowing arrow. As you walk, the arrows are more and more numerous, and in no time, you find yourselves in front of an apartment complex. The hallways are outside, which gives them the opportunity to see what is going on. There is a glass door through which you can see a single player.

"Let's hide." you whisper when you hear voices behind you. You hide behind a car, as useless as phones, and you watch the new players. They are 5, or maybe 6, they all speak with big movements of their arms, which allows you to see the stamp on the back of their hands. "They are here." Jaehyun says under his breath, and you nod.

When they have all entered inside, you come out of your hiding place. "We're going to have to wait for the game to end if we want to learn a bit more." you explain, and that's the problem, you do not know how long the game is going to last. Or if the players will come out alive.

"Learn a little bit more, about what?"

You turn when you hear a voice that is unknown to you, and you swallow hardly when you see a man who is not unknown to you. This is the man who helped you during the tag game in the them park. The one who shot an arrow between the mascot's eyes. "May I know what you are looking to learn?" he asks, and you shake your head. You do not trust him. Yes, he saves your life, but that does not mean you are going to talk.

"You don't want to tell me? So what about you, maybe you're more inclined to talk?" Jaehyun shakes his head, standing next to you, arms crossed against his chest. He does not shake, he does not look down at the man, which is a pretty drastic change. "Ah, that's too bad, because it looks like you were spying and talking about my friends." he explains by showing his hand on which is the same stamp.

"You should go inside, the game will start soon." you say, and the man grins. He is attractive, you cannot say otherwise, but you are not sure that his personality is as attractive. "You are right." rather than going toward the door, he approaches you, and without waiting, he grips your wrist to pull you towards the door. "Maybe this will make you speak." he says.

"Stop!" Jaehyun screams, walking towards you to prevent the man from dragging you into the apartment's lobby. "Jaehyun, help me!" but it's too late, the apartment door opens under the force of the man, and you find yourself pushed inside, in the middle of the other players who look at you with curiosity. Jaehyun tries to open the door, but it is suddenly blocked.

"Registration is closed."

The mechanical voice rings out, and your blood freezes. Jaehyun's too. He is outside. You are inside. You will be forced to play without him.

"Fuck." you both say at the same time.

"Take this, you are going to need it." The man takes the last phone from the table in the middle of the room, and he throws it on your lap. You get it back, and you have no choice but to let the facial recognition do its job. You still have three days on your visa, but before you can look at the card, someone else speaks. "Johnny, who is this?" you look up at the man, Johnny, who shrugs.

"I found her outside. She looked bored, so I offered her to play." he replies with a laugh, and you frown. Why didn't he tell them you were watching them? "You are such a good man." someone says in a giggle. So finally, you get back to your feet.

"Five of Spades."

A spades card. It is going to be a physical game, like in the theme park, but a little bit more complicated. The television hangs on the wall in the corner of the room, and the rules appear as the mechanical voice begins to speak again. "The time limit of the game is 30 minutes. There is an unlocked apartment in the complex, the safe zone. Find it to clear the game."

"That's it?" someone asks, and you shove the phone in the pocket of your pants. "It's a five, Doyoung, we're not just going to have to find a stupid door." Johnny mumbles, and you agree. No game is that easy, what's the point? You take one last look over your shoulder, and Jaehyun is still there, watching you. You wave to him, and you leave the lobby.

"The game begins now."

The players who belong to the same group, get together, probably to talk about strategy, and the player who was here alone, goes on his own. So you do the same. You do not care about any answers, or to know which group they belong to, all you want now is to win the game, and return to Jaehyun. And maybe to hit him for coming up with such a stupid idea. Well, he just mentioned the stamps, you practically came up with the idea.

You go up to the first floor, and you begin to try to open the doors, one after the other. There are 8 doos on each side, making 16 on each floor. There are 5 floors. 80 doors to open, and only one to allow you to win the game. It's not going to be easy, especially if you are all alone, what you hope is that the players will also try to open the doors, to make it easier for you. For everyone.

You try to open the next doors, but without success, they are all blocked. It's way too easy, so you stop with your hands in the pockets of your pants, and though you have a limited time, you wait. Something is going to happen. An explostion? A flood? Electrocution every time someone puts their hand on a doorknob? You do not know, but you wish you did. You wish you could be in the organizers' heads, to know what to expect.

"Oh fuck!"

You turn when you hear a voice, followed by gunshots. There, that's what you were talking about. It was too good and easy to be true. You open your eyes wide when your gaze falls on a person whose face is hidden by a horse mask. What the fuck, you think, but not for too long, especially when you see the weapons that the horse person is carrying. Guns, knives, and even a fucking crossbow.

When the person raises their gun, you start to run, maybe it's suicidal, but you try to turn every handle as you pass by, but they all resist. Rather than turn, you rush up the stairs, and you go upstairs. On the second floor landing, you find a bloody body, that of one of the players in the group. "Oh shit." you mumble as you continue to clim. You stop, placing a hand over your mouth to listen if the horse person is following you.

"Hey! Stop!"

You stop when you hear Johnny's voice behind you, and you turn. "What do you want? We don't really have time to talk, if you have not noticed yet." you say, and he rolls his eyes. "If you want to survive, and see your little boyfriend again, you're going to have to help us." you scoff, going town a step to be closer to him, but still higher. "And why would I do that? You forced me to play!" Johnny shrugs. "If you help us, not only will you find your boyfriend, but I won't tell the other, and our boss that you were spying on us."

So they have a boss, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. "And how can I trust you?" you ask, and Johnny sighs. "I have no reason to lie to you. The others don't know about the spying thing, and trust me, the two of you are safer together than with us." so he is not the one in control of this group, that's good to know, but he might be lying to you. "Ok, what should I do?"

"Jungwoo is checking the second floor, Doyoung is taking care of the third. Mark is going to do the fourth, so you should check the fifth floor." you nod, then you fold your arms against your chest. "What about the person with the mask? Have you seen the weapons they have? We have no chance of survivint if we cross their path." Johnny listens when he hears a screm, but he does not say anything about it. "They are not alone. There are two of them. And don't worry about them, the others and I, we'll take care of them. We'll keep them on the first floor so you can find the safe zone."

"While you are trying not to get yourself killed, try checking out the doors to the first floor. I did the right side, but did not have time to do the left side." Johnny nods, and you go your separate ways. He comes down the stairs, and you turn on your heels to go up to the top floor. Once upstairs, you are out of breath, but at least you haven't seen a human horse in your path. This is a good thing.

"20 minutes left."

"Come on, you can do it." you whisper to yourself. "For you, and for Jaehyun." yes, for you and for Jaehyun who must be scared to death outside. You'll find a way to apologize properly when you get out of there, it's a promise you make to yourself. You come out of the stairwell, and you begin to check the doors to one side. Non opens. You stop briefly when you hear a gunshot, or a scream, but do not take the time to check around. Johnny is tall, and strong, and he will be able to take care of a human horse. At least, you hope so.

You do not want to have to kick his dead ass for not keeping his promise.

You walk over to the other side, when you hear a voice that overcomes the noises around you. "I have it! I found the door!" in a way, not saying where the door is, is a good idea, although you think the human horses know where it is, but on ther other hand, you have no fucking idea where you have to do to be safe. You leave over the deck of the balcony that separated the corridor from the void, and you see ap erson running towards the stairs.

It's not on the fourth floor.

A hand grips your leg and forces it to the other side of the balcony, and a cry strangles in your throat at you try to catch yourself at the edge. "Help, help:" you scream, hoping to get the attention of one of the boys. When you look up, you see a bit of the horse mask. It's the end, you think, when you feel the burn in your arms from holding on. You won't be able to last long in this position, and there is no way you'll survive a fall from a five stories apartment.

Jaehyun, you think. Poor Jaehyun to whom you have promised so many things to help him better endure the idea of this world without faith or law. He is going to be alone, and that's what bothers you the most. You are his reason for surviving, so what if he loses you? You refuse to think about it, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

This is not the way you saw yourself dying. A fall from an apartment's balcony, that's not how it should end. You try to pull yourself up, but it's impossible. "Hold on, Johnny is coming!" a voice scream, just below you, and you are grateful, you really are, but it might be too late. "I'm out of strenght already." you say in a sob. "I know that, but you have to hold on. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and think about something else." the voice tells you, and you shake your head. "I can't."

The horse person disappears from your field of vision, and what your hear next is the sound of a fight. You bite your lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed, but at least, the metallic taste in your mouth helps you stay grounded. "Hey, grab my hand!" it's not Johnny watching you, but a man with long red hair. "I can't do it." you whisper, and he shakes his head. "Of course you can! Come on, I won't let you fall. Never."

Another gunshot sound makes you freeze, your arms straining even more, and you begin to shake dangerously. Did the humain horse kill Johnny? Is the red-haired stranger next? So if he is, you are next too. It is nly a matter of seconds before you fall to your death.

"Come on kid!"

Johnny is there, and although he is hurt, he is alive. You would not have thought you would ever be grateful to see him alive after he forced you into the game. The two men bend down, and with a little effort, they manage to pull you up, and put you back on your feet. "It's okay, you are safe. Open your eyes. Look, you made it." the man says, close to your ear, his hand resting on your shoulder. "We have to go. They found the door."

"10 minutes left."

The human horse is sprawled on the ground, and you do not know if they are dead or not, but you do not have time to think about it, Johnny grabs your arm and forces you down the stairs to the second floor. All the other players, those who are still alive, are fighting against the second horse, in front of a door which must be the one enclosing the safe zone.

You feel like the figh goes one for hours, as you stand there, still, watching them. But no, it only lasts five minutes.

"5 minutes left."

One of them manages to push the horse back far enough so that everyone can rush into the room. "Jungwoo, press the button on the right, I'll take care of the left." in the room, which is quite small, there are two buttons facing each other on the walls. For a chance to win, you need two people to press at the same time. Which means, that being the only survivor is completely unnecessary. Although the spades card is a physical card, it is also a group work card. Without a group work, no victory.

What you also understand is that the safe zone will not be safe until the buttons are activated, because the second horse enters, and swings a knife that cuts the hand of the boy named Jungwoo. He falls to the ground, pressing against the wound, a long, painful sob escaping his lips. "Oh, god damn it!" Johnny growls, rushing towards the horse to punch them, while trying not to get stabbed. "You! Press the button!"

You nod, and you walk over to the switch with a nod from the other boy, you flip the switch. A ringing sound is heard, and the horse drops their weapons.

"The players cleared the game."

The moment the sizzle in the speakers stop, the collar around the horse's neck flash, and it explodes. The collar, but not only, the head of the horse too, covering the walls and the players with blood.

"You may leave the play zone."

The players look at each other, and with one accord, they leave the room. They descend the stairs in dad silence, ignoring the blood on the stairs, and the scene they all just witnessed. The human horse was not just a person here to kill you all, but a player. Like in the park during the tag game.

Johnny is the one who pushes the door of the apartment complex, and he lets out the players one after the other, making sure they are feeling alright. When it's your turn, you stop beside him. "Thanks for saving me. Again." you say, and he nods. "Y/n!" you head turns to Jaehyun who runs towards you and engulfs you in a long hug. "My god, I was so scared!" he whispers, his lips against your neck, and you wrap your arms around his waist, refusing to let him go.

"Stay safe, you two." Johnny says before joining his group to leave the play zone.

Now, the visa on your phone indicates 8 days. You have 8 days before playing, or dying. 3 days longer than Jaehyun.

Chapter four: Seven of Hearts.

For four days after the game, you did not leave the mall. You only came out of the store to collect food, and to shower, but otherwise, you were lying in bed, glued to each other, whispering sweet words to each other, or naughty ones. For four days, you cut yourselves off from the world, you stopped thinking about the games, the visas, and the blood that is becoming more and more difficult to clean up.

But today, you can no longer pretend nothing is different. Today, you have to go out.

"I am coming with you." you mumble while lacing your shoes. Jaehyun, who is pulling on his hoodie, shakes his head. "You are not coming. You still have 4 days." you get up from the bed, crossing your arms over your chest, daring Jaehyun to see anything. "I am coming." when he opens his mouth to speak, you raise your hand to silence him. "Last time I told you not to come, and you still did. It's my turn. You know you'll see me there, even if you leave without me."

Jaehyun nibbles on his lower lip, at a loss for words. "We are stronger together, Jaehyun." you know this is not true, that although teamwork is sometimes recommended, being together can be a weakness too, most of the time. "If you hurt yourself there, I swear to god, I'll make you pay for it." he mumbles through greeted teeth, and you smile, victorious. "I'll let you do it."

"I hope it won't be a physical game, I'm exhausted." Jaehyun says, closing the door behind you. You wait for him, reaching out your hand to him, and he chuckles softly, taking your hand in his. "Exhausted? You've spent the last few days sleeping, there is no reason for you to be exhausted!" Jaehyun whines loudly, and you bite your lower lip so as not to laugh. "You have exhausted me. You are insatiable!"

"You are hot, it's not my fault." you say in your defense, and you start to walk. It's later than usual, so the arrows are already there, showing the way to the next game zone. It's further than usual, but you don't mind. It bothers Jaehyun a bit, sicne it's the last day on his visa, and he is worried he won't be able to take part in the game.

"Everything will be alright." you say, squeezing his hand when you feel him tighten. "We'll be there on time. Win the game together. And go home together." he nods, though unconvinced, and you stop in front of the game zone. "The botanical garden?" you ask, frowning. "You already came?" you turn your head towards Jaehyun. "Yeah, with school when I was younger. It's pretty cool inside. But I wonder what kind of game they are going to give us."

"Maybe taste the flowers, and find which one is poisonous, and will slowly kill us if we can't find the antidote in another plant?" you ask, and Jaehyun narrows his eyes. "Hey, if we get out of this and make our own game world, we could use your idea and make some money out of it." you laugh softly, yeah that's not gonna do it. "The player already wants to surpass the master? You surprise me, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun opens the double glass door, and you walk inside, thanking him with a small kisso n the tip of his lips. The entrance is nothing unusual. There is a counter in the middle, pictures of plants on the walls, and a strong smell surrounds you. The lights are dimmed, and the heat is much more important than outside. This is what it takes to keep the plants alive, you think, taking a new phone, followed immeidately by Jaehyun.

"Seven of Hearts."

You both look at each other, frowning. You never had a heart game. The heart card being a psychological game. And seven? You never had such a difficult game either. "It's going to be complicated." you whisper. A post-card is places on the table next to it. "Take wathever items you want." and on the table are placed weapons of all kinds. "Look." Jaehyun nods to show you the headphones on another table. They are connected to a collar, which will certainly prevent them from removing it, glasses and a microphone. Perfect to communicate between each other.

"Oh, hi."

When you hear a voice, you turn to the new player. He looks young, really young. His lower lip is bleeding, and he looks like he has not slept in weeks. You frown, tilting you head. "Are you sure you want to play this game? It's a seven of Hearts." you say, and he shrugs. "I've already walked through the door, so it's too late." he walks up to you, and picks up a phone. You take a look and see that like Jaehyun, it's his last day to play.

You are about to ask him how old he is, and how long he's been here when the mechanical voice rings out. This is also when the door bursts open, on a clearly breathless person, and when your gaze lands on the new player, you sigh heavily. "Johnny." the man puts his hands on his knees, bending down, trying as best as he can to catch his breath, and when he hears his name, he straightens up, smiling. "Hey there! Look time no see."

"Registration is closed." the screens light up, and the speakers sizzle. You take a headphones, and you put it on. When you turn your head towards the boys, you see their names. Jaehyun, and the boy, Hendery imitate her. Johnny is the last one to do so, whisteling at the technology.

"The time limit is ten minutes. One player becomes the wolf, and the rest of the players become the sheep. The wolf must avoid the sheep's gaze. If the wolf has eye-contact with a sheep, the sentor reacts and the sheep becomes the wolf. After a new wolf is created, the sheep cannot become the wolf for 3 seconds. Once the time limit is reached, the wolf clears the game, and it is game over for the sheep. Attempting to remove the collar will result in a game over."

You and Jaehyun look at each other, it's a game where there will be only one winner.

The design of the wolf appears on the side of Jaehyun's headset, and on one of the screens, the symbol of the wolf is posed on the photo of Jaehyun who raises his head with a frown. "But I don't want to be the wolf!"

"Excuse me?" the boy, Hendery, asks. The two of you turn your heads toward him, and when Jaehyun's gaze meets Hendery's, he becomes the wolf. "Sorry." that's all he says before he starts running towards the botanical garden. "What are we doing?" you ask, and Jaehyun shrug. "I have absolutely no idea." if you don't know what to do, Johnny knows what to do. "Come back here, you little shit!" he shouts, running after the kid in the garden. "We have to go too, we can't just stay here."

You don't have much time, so you get going. The botanical garden is hot, and very humid, it is very unpleasant to be in this place. Through your headphones, you hear Hendery's plowed breathing, and his complaints every time he walks on the roots of a plant. "Kid, come back here!" Johnny says, and you bite your lip. Johnny is not alone, he's got a whole bunch of people around him, so you know he will not take pity on Hendery. He will not take pity on neither of you.

You cannot speak without taking the risk of being heard by Johnny, although for now, as sheep, you do not risk anything. "You go this way, and I go this way." Jaehyun says, and you nod. "We'll meet up after." you do not want to leave him, especially if it's your last time with him, but you have no choice. "Hendery, where are you?" you ask, in a voice you want soft, unlike Johnny who growls regulary into the microphone.

"I deserve to live, I am the youngest!" Hendery pants, and you sigh. You hear his voice clearly, he must be close to you, you think, looking around. "You don't deserve anything at all! What's the poing of letting you live, if you're going to get fucking killed tomorrow in another game. We can play. We have to survive, you don't, you're too young." Johnny mumbles, and in a way, he is not wrong.

You hear a rustling sound behind you, so you turn around quickly enough to see Hendery dig his foot into the tall grass to hide. You approach silently. "Hendery?" you whisper, and the boy is stupid, so he looks at you, making you the wolf. "Y/n, it's your turn now." Johnny says. "I saved you twice, I can't do that another time, I have to go back to my boys, I'm sorry."

"Jaehyun? Jaehyun where are you?" you ask, but you hear nothing but silence. Even the other two boys are silent, perhaps to make the hunt easier. "Jaehyun, please answer me." you start to panic, what if Johnny had killed him to have one more chance to making it out alive? Your blood runs cold, and you begin to run through the garden.

"5 minutes left."

"Jaehyun please, tell me where you are." you say in what sounds like a sob. You have to see him. You have to see him one last time and give him the role of the wolf. "Jaehyun." you whisper, but again, you ahve no response. What you do not know is that you are close to the man, much closer than you think, but he just refuses to say anything, he even hides when he sees you.

"Do you remember when I told you that you were my reason to survive?" Jaehyun's voice is finally heard, and you sigh in relief. "I meant it. Not only did you give me reason to survive, you also gave ma safe place to stay. You healed me, you fed me, and you loved me." you continue to run, you have to find him. "You have me more in a few days than anyone in my entire life, and for that, I want to thank you."

"Jaehyun, tell me where you are! We can find a solution, we can both live!" you say in a quick voice, and he laughs softly. "We can't, Y/n, it's a game where there is only one winner. There might be a way to win together, but we don't have time to find the solution." out of the corner of your eye, you see a bridge that connects two parts of the garden, and you head for it.

"You had a reason to survive from the start, Y/n. Even if you did not find me, you had a reason to play, and to win. I didn't. You deserve to live." he says in a weak voice, so full of emotions, and your heart breaks. "Jaehyun, please, I'm begging you, tell me where you are, stop hiding." you say in a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"1 minute left."

"You have to live, you have to find a way to leave, and find the people you love. Do it for me, please." when he closes his mouth, your gaze finally falls on Jaehyun. He is sitting on a bench, with his head back, looking up at the night sky through the glass ceiling. "I can't life if you are not here." you say as you approach. When he hears your voice clearly, he smiles, looking at you. "You won't have a choice. You are the only person who deserves to survive. To win. You deserve the whole entire world."

"20 seconds left."

"I love you, Y/n. Thanks for everything." you walk up to him, and notice that he too, is crying. But he is also smiling, as if he is happy. Happy to know that you will be able to live.

"5 seconds left."

"Close your eyes, my love." he whispers, and you obey.

You do not see Jaehyun's collar flashing red, but you it. You hear the detonation. Well, the three detonations that echo from every corner of the botanical garden.

"I love you too, Jaehyun."

"Game clear for the wolf."