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Eddie Munson x Reader Part 2

Part 1

A/N: So I finally caught up on starting the 4th season of Stranger Things and being that punk/metal kid that I was in high school (and still am lol), I became obsessed with Eddie Munson and his music taste 🙃. The dynamic between Eddie and reader is inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You. Reblogs and feedback is much appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts! And let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. Hope y’all enjoy! 💜💜💜

Summary: Imagine being the new kid at Hawkins High School. After a series of traumatic events that led you repeating your senior year of high school, your parents send you off to live with your Aunt and Uncle and your cousin, separating you from your home and your band, where you find yourself in the small town of Hawkins.

Notes and Warnings: language, violence, gore and horror themes, smoking, mentions of drug use, mentions of past abuse, sexual themes. Angst. Slight enemies to lovers trope. Oblivious pining. Slow burn? Reader is over the age of 18. Reader is also a bit of an ass but Eddie low key enjoys it.

(I had to make a few changes to the story, so this takes place some time before spring break)

A slight hint of a frown had etched itself onto Eddie’s features, now occupying the complacent smirk that was once there as he tried to make sense of his current mess of feelings. He could not quite figure it out, but what he felt was like a strange concoction of dumbfound, indignation, and dare say, even a bit of arousal as he headed back to his table, where his Hellfire Club awaited him with eager ears and eyes of inquisitiveness.

“So?” Mike was the first to speak, nearly jumping out of his chair as the metalhead came back over to take a seat at his spot at the end of the table. “What happened? Did she say yes?”

“She’s….” Eddie huffed out with a shake of his head and a scoff, brows raised above his eyes that formed creases across his forehead as he sat down, trying to find the right words to describe you before shoving his fork a little too aggressively into his meatloaf. “She’s somethin alright.”

“Was she mad?” Dustin added in, scared that the older student was going to wring his neck for daring him to speak to you in the first place. “She looked mad. Did she spit on you?”

"No, she didn't spit on me Henderson, relax.” Eddie rolled his eyes as he took a bite out of his food, moving the piece of meatloaf around in his mouth as his thoughts slowly drifted to the gutter, particularly the spitting part, and especially, ESPECIALLY on being on the receiving end.

"Then what did she say?" Dustin pestered before dropping his voice to a low whisper as he leaned in towards the metalhead who only gave the boy a weird look from under the curly strands of his long hair. "Did she threaten to cut off your balls?"

"What?" Eddie scrunched his nose at the younger student's absurd question. "The hell Henderson. No, nothing like that."

"I heard she cut off some dude's balls."

"Dude." Mike rolled his eyes at Dustin's comment. "You're seriously just making shit up."

"I'm not!"

"Yeah, where'd you get all this information from anyways?" Gareth asked the younger student with a look of doubt while the others did the same.

"Lucas, duh." Dustin rolled his eyes. "I thought I already said that."

"I mean," Jeff remarked, shrugging his shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest. "She looks like the type to cut your balls off."

"Exactly!" Dustin spat out, throwing his hand out to Jeff in a dramatic gesture before slapping his palm against the table and gathering a few stares from those around them. "See, someone gets it."

"Gets what?"

"That she's a criminal."

"You're so full of shit." Mike squinted at his friend, knowing damn well the boy was fawning over you the moment you stepped out of your car. “Weren’t you geeking over her this morning?”

“Uh NO, I was geeking over her car. There’s a difference. And besides, that was before I found out she’s some psycho liverless...kidneyless killer who cuts off guys’ balls.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever Dustin.” Mike rolled his eyes before tuning to Eddie. "Wait, so what did happen?"

"All I can say is ten out of ten would not recommend." Eddie shook his head, twisting his lips in displeasure as he finished up his food. "She is literally the spawn of Satan himself.”

"Wait, so is that like a bad thing?" Mike cocked his head back with a confused expression, not sure why Eddie would necessarily be put off by the idea considering his interests and personality, not that the student was a full fledged satanist.

"Uh yeah." Eddie gave a slow nod of his head and an emphasized quirk of his brow. "I meant it as in she's absolutely heinous, like something straight out of Stephen King. She’s literally Freddy Kruger in the flesh.”

“Why, is she all burnt up too?”

“I meant as in her personality Wheeler. PERSONALITY. Get with the program.” Eddie sighed before getting back up with his tray to throw away the trash on top.

The Hellfire group followed the back of Eddie's head as he made his way over to the trash can, waiting till the older student was out of earshot before huddling together to discuss the encounter amongst themselves.

"What do you think she said to him?" Eddie's bassist brought up, eyes wide with uneasiness.

"I don't know, but from the looks of it, it wasn't anything good." Jeff stated.

"I'm tellin ya," Dustin nodded his head as he tried to put his point across, "she threatened to cut off his balls."

"Dude! Shut up!"

Eddie had been standing over by the trash can that sat a couple feet away from the restrooms while his group sat debating their theories with each other, emptying the contents of his tray into the garbage before setting the empty plastic tray on top along with the other hideous pale sand-colored ones, all while his thoughts remained of you. Specifically your eyes and the way you stared up at him, despite the pure contempt that was evident behind the mesmerizing hues of your irises. If he thought you were attractive when he first saw you at a distance the moment you stepped out of that beauty of a muscle car in the school's parking lot, then god was he wrong, you were even better-looking up close. And that voice of yours, it was like an orgasm for his ears, and usually his music was the only thing that had the power of doing such a thing. And though he nearly folded just at the sound of your voice, he almost could not stand the words that formed from it. Why did you have to be such a dick.

And as Eddie stepped away from the trash can that was near the restrooms, ready to make his way back to his table, he felt someone slam harshly into him, knocking the air out right out of his lungs and nearly knocking the poor fool off his feet. With a stunned expression as he gathered his balance, he looked towards the fleeing fugitive thinking it was one of the boys from the football team trying to be funny, only to see the back of a disheveled head of hair, a black leather jacket, a pair of washed out jeans, and those damn black Dr Martens boots. Y/l/n?

Confusion masked Eddie's face as he watched you dash out the cafeteria doors with a slight quiver in your step, catching a glimpse of the panic-stricken look that veiled your eyes before your form disappeared behind those doors. The hell was the matter with you? Furrowing his brows and giving his left arm a stretch, he rubbed his hand against the sore area on his bicep with a wince from the way you collided into his left side just a mere seconds ago. Jesus. That actually really hurt. And as he winced again, face twisted into a stung expression as he was sure your little quarterback moment was going to leave a bruise, he only became more puzzled seeing your cousin Sydney rush after you calling out your name. What the hell happened? Your first day here and you were already a mess.

Your eyes were distant, glazed over with the interweaving of the visions of your past and your current reality that seemed to divide and connect and overlap over each other, forming an intricate framework like that of a spiderweb, trapping you within your own consciousness that even you yourself were unsure you had any control of at the moment. Your back was pressed against the cold metal of your locker door as you zoned in on the ugly terrazzo floor of the school’s hallway beneath the soles of your boots, mindlessly flipping open the lid of your zippo lighter with your thumb before closing it back up using your forefinger in a series of sharp clicks. The cool metal case of your lighter was cold within the grasp up your warm fingers, contrasting against the heat of the small flame.

The depths of your mind were reminded of the crimson, blood-filled water that pooled at your feet not too long ago in the girls restroom. And of that voice, that god awful voice of that woman you tried so hard to forget. And that wave, that dark colossal ocean wave that seemed to crash into you, swallowing you whole and blinding your senses. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut against the image that flashed before you as you moved your fingers more rapidly against the metallic lid. The harsh clinking of metal against metal deafened your senses, getting faster and faster and muffling out the sounds of everything else around you as you repeatedly opened and shut your lighter.

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK

“Hey.” You nearly jumped at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, opening your eyes back up to see your cousin. “You okay?”

"Yeah, I'm fine." You lied through your smile, closing your lighter back up and shoving it into the pocket of your jacket. You had a bad trip once, long ago, remembering the details and the sensations you felt then. But this, this felt so real. Too real.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“I mean, you nearly gave me a heart attack back there. You were burning up pretty bad.” Sydney closed her locker before facing you, clutching her textbook against her chest as she tried to read your face.

“Must’ve been my uh……vertigo. It can get pretty bad.”

“Oh my god.” Sydney widened here eyes as she straightened up from leaning against her locker. “Do you need to go to the nurse?”

“For them to tell me what I already know? Yeah no thanks. I’m fine really, no need to worry about me.” You wished you could have told her what happened back there, recount every detail as it was still fresh in your memory. But you could not. And even if you did, no matter who you told, no one would believe you. They would just think you were some druggie wacked out on something.

“If you say so.” Sydney sighed, pursing her lips before swaying slightly on her feet as she stared up at you, trying to find the courage to ask you something. “Hey…..can I ask you a favor?”

“Shoot.”

“You think you could um….” Sydney lowered her voice, glancing around the students from under her mascara coated lashes to make sure no one would overhear as she cleared her throat. “Could you um……pick me up some marijuana?”

“Pick you up what?” You snapped your head towards her, looking down at her with a puzzled expression. Did you hear that right?

“Shhh.” Sydney hushed, giving another careful glance around before leaning closer towards you. “You know, marijuana.”

“You want me….to get you weed?” You quirked a brow.

“………..yes.”

You stared down at your cousin with an amused expression, seeing the way she became embarrassed by the look you gave her before throwing your head back with a combination of a scoff and a laugh. “Oh that’s hilarious.”

“I’m……I’m serious.”

“And why exactly would you need that?” You turned to face her, leaning your left side against your locker before crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well…….it’s just for Josh and I. We’re watching movies at his place tonight.”

“We as in, just you and him?”

“Yeah?”

“And why exactly do you need me to get it?”

“Oh come on y/n. You know I can’t exactly be seen meeting up with the local drug dealer. You on the other hand-“

“Right, I fit the typical smoke-pot-all-day-everyday image. Got it.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Sydney sighed. “I just could really use some for tonight and you’re the only person who can get it for me.”

“And I don’t suppose your little boyfriend can get it either.” You sighed with a roll of your eyes. “Alright fine. How much do you need anyways?”

“About half an ounce.”

"And where am I supposed to meet up with this.......local salesman?"

"At the trail behind the school fields after school."

“Drug dealer in the woods. Right. Not creepy at all. You got the money for it?”

“Uh…..yeah. Yeah I do.” Sydney zipped open her backpack, reaching her hand inside the front pocket before handing you some crumpled up cash.

“Uh Sydney….”

“What’s wrong?”

“This is nearly not enough.” You held up the cash she gave you after straightening them out. “Ten bucks is about half of the price for half an ounce.”

“Oh, shoot.” A disappointed expression crossed her soft features. “I didn’t know. This is my first time buying and-“

“You know what. It’s cool. I’ll uh…..pay for the rest. My treat I guess.”

“Oh my god.” Sydney gave a breath of relief before squeezing you with a hug. “You’re a life saver.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t mention it.” You grunted out from her bone-crushing hug.

“You are totally the best!” Sydney squealed as she pulled away before looking behind you with a smile and a wave.

“Oh god. Who now?” You slumped your shoulders, dreading yet another human interaction and turning around to see a boy with light brown neatly-arranged hair and wearing a green letterman jacket heading in your direction.

“Josh!” Sydney let out a small giggle.

Oh god.

“Hey baby.” Sydney’s boyfriend came over, putting his arm around your cheerleader cousin before the two of them shared a kiss.

Any longer and you were going to hurl.

"Ah. You must be Sydney's older cousin from Utah." The boy smiled once he noticed you, reaching over to give you a light bump on your shoulder like you were one of his basketball buddies.

What....in the hell. He did not just do that.

"Seattle actually." You corrected him with a forced smile, especially after eyeing with distaste the way his knuckles came into contact with your shoulder. Sydney’s boyfriend or not, you already had an aversion to him and you just met the dude. Cheers to being a misanthrope hippie. “Well would you look at that," you glanced down at your watch, "I gotta get to class. See you lovebirds later."

Grabbing your backpack, you headed off to your next class which happened to be one of the only subjects you were looking forward to: classic literature. With one of your backpack straps slung over your shoulder, you entered the classroom, peering inside to see that only a select few had already been seated; the nerds, who, much to your relief, chose the seats near the front. You navigated your way over to the empty chair that sat at the very back corner, your hair falling over the sides of your face as you cast your gaze towards the floor before plopping down on your seat and setting your backpack on the ground between your legs.

You sighed, closing your eyes and rubbing your fingers in circular motions against the skin of your temple before opening your eyes back up at the sound of students drawing near. Glancing up towards the door, you watched as students slowly began to pile in, praying that none of them would take the spot next to you. Lucky for you, your wishes were soon fulfilled, for each student that walked through the door, each of them avoided the empty seat that was next to you on the right.

Propping your arms up on the small wooden desk, you sat back in your seat with a slouch, spreading your legs open in a more comfortable seating position that would have made your mother and her caviar-eating lady friends clutch their pearls. You became focused on your pencil as you twirled the thing between your fingers, watching it move around in a yellow blur. You almost did not notice the last student to walk through that door, the way he stood under the door frame searching for an empty seat before landing on the only one that was left vacant, the one right next to you. And as he moved his eyes just an inch over to see which unlucky student he had the pleasure of being stuck with, much to his displeasure, there you were, sitting a space beside the only chair left in the damn class. This was definitely worse than he had imagined.

"Great." The student cursed under his breath before making his way over, seeing that you were much too preoccupied to notice him.

The spinning of your pencil came to a stop between your fingers once you heard a pair of footsteps approaching in your direction, along with the slight clinking of a metal chain that synced along with every movement. It felt as if your stomach was churning, slowly turning into concrete as a dreaded feeling washed over you. And as you looked up to meet your fate, ready to face the consequences of your own prejudices, you were only met with the displeasure of the one person you did not want to bump into ever again.

"You have got to be kidding me." You blinked with a dramatic roll of your eyes, the frown on your face only deepening the closer he came. Your little wish to have the seat be left empty had completely backfired on you, coming around and striking you right in the rear. And boy was it a literal pain in the ass.

“Well, look what we have here. If it isn’t Joan Jett’s evil sister.”

“Well if it isn’t the wannabe Eddie Van Halen.” You curled the ends of your lips up into a smile before dropping it as quickly as it appeared. “You think calling me an evil Joan Jett is gonna offend me?"

"Someone's excited to see me." Eddie smirked, plopping his backpack down on his desk before sitting on the chair with a slump.

"You wish." You crossed your arms over your chest, staring straight ahead at the front of the classroom as you tried to ignore the metalhead next to you, whose brown eyes kept tracing over the lines of your profile.

“You know, you should join the football team with the way you nearly knocked me down on my ass back in the cafeteria.” Eddie brought up, attempting to take the lighthearted approach as he was afraid of how you would react to a direct one. You did not seem like the type that would answer well to ‘hey, by the way, you alright? You looked freaked the fuck out back there.’

Shit. You clenched your jaw at the mention, tapping your pencil against the desk as you were once again brought back to that horrifying image that you experienced back in the restroom. Out of all the people who had to see you looking like Animal from the Muppets caught up in a frenzy, it had to be none other than this band shirt, denim-clad, ring-wearing asshat.

“Ew. That was you?” You made a face. “Ugh. Now I definitely need to douse myself in bleach.”

“Oh come on.” Eddie feigned a hurt expression, placing his hand over where his heart was. “I can’t be that bad now can I?”

“Are you always this annoying? Or do you just show off when I'm around.”

“Ouch. I was gonna say it comes with the whole package sweetheart.”

“DON’T call me that.” You glared at him just as the professor walked in, greeting himself as he wrote his name on the chalkboard.

“What, sweetheart?” Eddie smirked as he placed his elbows up in the table to lean towards you, watching how your eyes narrowed and enjoying the way he was getting under your skin despite the complete and total jerk you were. “What would you prefer? Babe, sugar, honey bunny, pumpkin, darling, sweet cheeks?"

“God you’re-“

“Charming? Dreamy?"

“Despicable.”

“Despicable?”

“You know, nauseating, aggravating. There’s a thing called a dictionary.”

“I-I know what that means.” Eddie’s lips formed into a tight-lipped smile, slowly getting irritated by your oh so hospitable personality.

“You do?” You feigned a shocked expression. “Well congratulations. I was beginning to believe you didn't even know what a dictionary was in the first place. You deserve a gold star for your outstanding effort.” You rolled your eyes before facing the front and raising your hand.

“Uh yes miss…..” The teacher acknowledged you, pausing since he did not know your name.

“Y/n.” You cleared your throat. “Could I please use the restroom? There’s something in the air that’s making me sick.” You turned towards Eddie with a glare as you said the last part, only to receive a look that lacked amusement on his end.

“Uh-huh. Just don’t take too long.” The teacher waved you off.

“Thanks.” You grabbed your backpack, giving the metalhead one last glare before leaving the classroom.

“Jesus.” Eddie slouched back, watching you disappear out the door with a shake of his head. “What a-“

“Fuckin dickhead cumwipe.” You cursed under your breath once you entered the hallway, raising your hands up and balling them up into fists before dropping them back to your side with a frustrated groan as you barged out the front doors. First the incident in the restroom now this. Fuck it. You did not have the energy for this. Nor did you want to be here in the first place. And as much as you tried to forget the image, of that blood filled bathroom and the shouting of that horrid voice, the more it bound itself to you until you heard it echo within the depths of your mind.

With another string of curse words trailing off your tongue, you stomped over to your car, pulling out your pack of cigarettes and placing one between your lips before lifting your lighter towards the end with trembling hands. You tried to steady the thing, struggling to keep your hands from shaking like a leaf caught up in the midst of a strong breeze as you watched the tiny flame go everywhere but the end of your cigarette.

"Fuckin...stupid piece of cancer shit!" You growled, yanking the cigarette from your lips and chucking it it far off into the distance.

"Y/n?"

You spun around on your heel in panic at the sound of your name being called, afraid you were going to receive another one of those awful visions but instead being faced with a head full of long red hair and a familiar face you had not seen in a long time.

"Max?" You furrowed your brows at the girl before you. What the hell was she doing here? "What are you doing here?"

"I go here." Max gave you a bemused look, nearly forgetting that you had moved to Seattle before she moved here. But what were you doing away from Seattle in the first place? "What are you doing here?"

"I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle.......the Andersons."

"Wait." Max let out a small scoff. "So Sydney Anderson is your cousin?"

"Yeah."

"........I didn't know that."

"Not many people do." You let out a soft chuckle. "So how have you been? I feel like it's been forever." Though it did feel as if it were forever. You had first became acquainted with Max back in California when you were an employee at a small surf shop near the beach, where you would work after school on the days you were not out catching the waves or skating down parts of the neighborhood you had yet to discover, back before your…incident…before everything went downhill.

Max’s step-brother Billy Hargrove had also been an employee at the time, working alongside you at the small surf shop. The two of you were not considered the best of buddies, due to your clashing personalities and the fact that you thought he was an arrogant prick to begin with. But if there was one thing the two of you got along over, it was surfing, cars, and music. It was not long until you had met his step-sister, Max Mayfield the day she had stumbled into the shop looking for Billy while he was out with some girl. And since that moment, after the two of you shared snide yet humorous comments in regards to the older boy, the two of you grew into buddies ever since, much to Billy's annoyance. As time went on, Max had practically become like a little sister to you, and you an older sister to her. And though the young girl did not want to admit it, your move to Seattle had affected her a lot, especially since you were just about the only friend she had, someone she could skate with, someone she could look up to.

"I've.......I've been okay." Max put on a smile, though her eyes told another story.

"That's good. How do you like it out here? I know it's a big change from California."

"It's............alright. Not too bad.”

Your face turned to that of concern, sensing the desolation that resided in her, a silence that was unlike the spirited girl you remember her by, but you chose not to inquire into it, knowing how much you did not like people infringing upon your own troubles without your request. "So, you ditching class huh?"

".........yeah. Just……..don't wanna be here right now."

"Same." You sighed. "Hey uh, sorry you had to see that, you know, me acting like a complete shithead. I uh, I've been having a bit of a rough day."

"You and me both I guess." Max tried to force a smile, not that she was not relieved and happy to see you after so long, but more so of the nightmares she has been having after loosing Billy. Now that you were here, standing before her, wearing just about the same style of clothes you wore then, she was suddenly reminded of the days that were, of the days where things felt somewhat peaceful. And as she glanced up at your face, reassuring herself you were the same person she knew those years ago, her eyes caught the scar that lined your cheekbone, it’s small raised surface casting a slight needle-like shadow from under the sun’s rays. She swore that was not there before.

“I uh got it from a small accident……broken glass.” You lied after seeing the way the young girl’s eyes fixed upon it, something that you had learned to become accustomed to after the many stares you would receive every time you went out in public.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t anything major.” You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your leather jacket, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “I was uh....I was actually about to head down to the local diner-"

"Can I come?" Max quickly blurted out, a hidden desperation that threatened to scream out from behind her eyes before she stopped herself, lowering her gaze to the pavement beneath her vans. For the first time since Billy's death, after avoiding her friends here at Hawkins, she did not want to be alone, as if the single thought terrified her. "I mean, it's okay if you don't-"

"No, you kidding me? It's totally cool. I'd love to have you for company." You told her. "I'll get us some milkshakes and we can catch up on.......whatever the hell it is we need to catch up on. Whaddya say firecracker?"

“Sounds good." Max nodded her head, the hint of a genuine smile just barely appearing on her lips upon hearing the nickname you had given her back in California.

“Awesome. My car is right over here." You gestured over to your Dodge, walking towards it while Max followed closely behind.

"That's.......your car?"

“Mhm. My 1970 Dodge Challenger RT.” You smiled as you gave the top of your car a light smack. “Got her a few years ago.”

Max let out a scoff, shaking her head as she admired the classic muscle car. “Oh Billy would’ve shit himself in jealousy.”

“Would’ve?” You quirked a brow, not sure if you had heard that correctly.

“I meant would.” Max quickly covered up with a lie. So you had not heard anything yet. You must have arrived here not even half a week ago. “You know, once he gets a look at it.”

“He still got that Camaro huh?”

“Mhm.” Max frantically nodded her head as she got in the passenger seat after you. It was not that she did not want to tell you the truth, Billy’s death was just a topic she did not want to touch upon.

The drive to the diner had been a quiet one, as Max and you had been much too preoccupied with your own worries. Your cassette of The Cramps played through your car's speakers after the endless searching of the local radio stations only to find them lacking. Your eyes were focused on the road ahead, your fingers drumming along to the music against the steering wheel while Max went through your cassettes.

“What’s this band?” Max held up a cassette, turning it around as she looked it over.

“That,” you turned to quickly see which cassette she was holding up before facing back on the road, “that band is called Melvins.”

“Melvins?” Max made a face. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“They’re underground. They’re a part of the Seattle Sound.”

“Seattle Sound?”

“It’s a new genre forming from where I was living in Seattle. It’s like a blend of metal and punk. There’s a couple bands like Soundgarden, Screaming Trees, Green River, Alice In Chains and this newer band called Pearl Jam. I can put you together a mixtape if you want.”

(I know Pearl Jam was formed in 1990 and Alice In Chains were formed in 1987 but let’s just pretend because they’re one of my favorites lol.)

"Sure, that would be cool actually." Max sat back in the leather seat, putting away your cassettes before staring out at the window, a citrusy and woodsy scent filling her nostrils from the Little Tree air freshener that hung from your rear-view mirror as she watched the trees blur past, thinking of how she would ever tell you the news of Billy's death.

The Diner was nearly empty by the time you arrived, not yet filled with the bustling of students who flocked here in large numbers to socialize and make out after spending their day sitting behind a desk facing a blackboard. Three or four adults, mainly in their forties, and a few elderly couples sat about at the diner, their faces content with the lives that they have lived as they conversed with their friends and partners.

Max and you had sat at one of the booths near the window, looking out at the plain view of the tall trees that blanketed the woods beyond, hiding whatever creatures dwelled within. A few cars would occasionally drive by on the road at the far end, their manufactured bodies a stark contrast to the natural environment behind them.

"So how's Seattle?" Max was the first to speak up, moving her straw around in her glass of strawberry milkshake.

"I mean........" You pulled your chocolate milkshake closer to you, the glass cold and wet in your hands from the condensation as you plucked the cherry off the whipped cream before popping it in your mouth as you tried to find the words to describe where you lived. "Well, it's not Chicago or New York, but it's nice as its own city. The coasts and the nature parks are a must see though. And the music scene is great. My band and I did a couple local gigs and stuff, nothing too big."

"You're in a band?" The blues of Max's eyes slightly brightened. "No way. What's it called?"

"It's a girl band, Seattle Sound and all but….a bit angry.....kinda like Alice In Chains…..if that's a way to describe it. I play guitar and lead vocals. We're still working on a good name though."

"What is it?"

“Um...…….The Gorgons.”

"The Gorgons?" Max tilted her head before taking a sip of her milkshake, curious to know what went behind the inspiration.

“It’s uh, based off of Greek mythology. Long story short, these three sisters were punished for the sin of a man and were turned into these snake-haired monsters. We uh……we thought the theme was still prevalent in this day and age.”

"I like it. I think it's a good name."

"Yeah? I mean it’s either that or The Devil’s Rejects or some other shit. You should come see us play one day.........once I go back of course."

"That depends, is your band any good?" Max teased.

"I can't believe you just asked that." You jokingly gasped. "Of course we're good.......at least I think so. What, you questioning my skills Firecracker?"

"I just want to make sure." Max muttered, swirling the pink contents of her glass with her straw before gasping at the small sugar packet that you tossed at her. "Hey!" The girl gave you a playful glare, scoffing before flicking some whipped cream in your direction.

"Maxine Mayfield. You did not." You gaped, swiping your fingers across your cheek to see your fingertips covered with the white whipped cream.

"Oops." Max snorted, trying to hold back her laughter before breaking into a fit of giggles at watching you wipe yourself off.

"You little brat." You shook your head with a scoff before laughing along with Max, happy to see her beaming again as if whatever cloud you had sensed hovering over her had disappeared, revealing the vibrant girl you once knew underneath. And for once, even if it were for just a short while like this very moment, throwing your heads back in laughter while your milkshakes slowly melted away, the two of you had forgotten your troubles as if they merely a blade of grass in the distance. If only it were to remain that way.

By the time that you had dropped Max off at her place, after handing her a small piece of paper with your address written on it and promising her that your home was a safe haven if she ever needed it to be, you were already heading right back to the place you had gotten away from in the beginning. Right back to the dull, institution-looking school for your little meeting with the local potions merchant. Your music blasted through your speakers as you once again pulled into the parking lot, rolling your windows up before taking your keys out of the ignition. You sat there for a moment, leaning back in your seat and biting your bottom lip in contemplation as you drummed your fingers against the fabric of your jeans. After jumping back and forth from the what-ifs and what-nots, you reached over to the passenger side and popped open your glove compartment, staring inside at the small black and silver handle of your switchblade, tucked away with your papers and your plastic cassettes and your red and white boxes of your Marlboro cigarettes.

“Fuck it.” You huffed, taking your switchblade and slipping it into the back pocket of your jeans. After all, you had no idea who, or even what, would be waiting out for you in those woods. And given the nightmarish scene that you witnessed in the girls bathroom, you did not want to be unprepared. Not again.

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Two Years Late (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Series Genre: Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Chapter Genre: Angst

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of death, depictions of violence/blood, bullying(? Eddie mean lol), PTSD flashback

Chapter one: X

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A/N: I'm so glad some of you liked this series!! I've been working on it for a bit now so I hope you all enjoy future chapters. If you'd like me to add to to the tag list pls let me know ♥️♥️

Edit: I wanted to clarify I wrote this BEFORE vol. 2 came out, just as an FYI!

Chapter 2: In Your Dreams

"I think you're overthinking this," Robin said over her shoulder as she organized a row of tapes. "I mean, honestly, you had a crush on him once, right? It's normal to have dreams about your crush."

"I haven't thought of him in years, Robin," You sighed, "And it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare, and he died."

The nightmare in question was why you swore not to sleep again until you physically couldn't fight it anymore. It came to you just as you had fallen asleep the previous night, tearing you back out of your rest immediately. It was hard to recall, but based on what you hadn't blocked out, the Demogorgon attacked Eddie in the dream.

Robin shrugged and turned to face you, leaning her back against the shelves behind her. "If it bothers you so much, why don't you just, I dunno, talk to him?"

"I mean, for starters, he hates my guts," You scoffed, "If I told him I had a dream where he died, he'll think I'm a psycho. Besides, I wouldn't even know when I could talk to him."

Robin finished organizing the tapes and turned on her heel to face you again, a sparkle in her eye. "You know, I heard there's this old, rickety picnic table out behind the track field where people meet Eddie to do drugs deals after school. Maybe you could meet him there."

"Yeah, right," You laughed, "Like he'd talk to me if I showed up there. He'd probably run for the hills if he saw me waiting to do business with him."

"You say 'do business' like it's dirty," Robin chuckled, "Like you're gonna meet him behind the school to give him a bl-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Steve warned, whipping his head around the corner and pointing a finger at Robin. "Do not. Finish. That sentence."

Robin threw her hands up defensively. "Quit eavesdropping!"

"The last thing I wanna hear while I'm trying to work is you two knuckleheads talking about Y/N and Eddie 'the freak' Munson doing God knows what behind the school," Steve said, looking between the both of you with a stern expression on his face. "Got it?"

You both agreed in monotonous voices to no longer speak on the subject. Once Steve was done giving you deadly looks and had returned to his own work, Robin leaned in and cupped her hands around your ear.

"Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing," She whispered, "I hear he still talks about you all the time."

"God, not you too," You groaned, "That's what Mike and Dustin kept saying when I drove them home the other day."

"It's the truth!" She whisper-yelled, "So I think you should do yourself a favor, and go meet him. School should be out soon anyway."

"Wait," You said, "Shouldn't you be in school?"

Robin shrugged. "I have study hall for my last period, so I get scheduled at this time a lot. Besides, not the point, quit trying to redirect!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. "You're not gonna stop telling me to do it until I do, are you?"

"You know I won't."

"Whatever," You said, rolling your eyes. You fished inside your bag and pulled out your keys, hoping to drop the subject for good. "Did you still wanna hang out and watch Gremlins tonight?"

Robin clapped her hands together a few times, grinning ear to ear. "Yes, absolutely I do, yes, please. I need a break from this shit hole and homework desperately."

"Cool," You said with a smile and a nod, "I'll see you then."

Robin gave you a high five and you left the video store, looking forward to spending some time with her later. Since you hadn't been sleeping well for the last few weeks, you and Robin couldn't seem to agree on a time to have a movie night. Every time she asked about it, you always had to reschedule so you could catch up on sleep.

Not that you ever did.

As you hopped in your car, you thought back to your dream from the night before. It only came to you in fragments now, so all you could really recall was dark, black water, a crimson sky, and the Demogorgon rising from the water to attack Eddie. As you thought more about it, more and more of it came back as you drove to the high school. Your breathing became uneven as you remembered holding Eddie's hand on the edge of the water, staring into his eyes just before everything went dark. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried to clear your head enough to focus on driving.

When you arrived at Hawkins High, class wasn't quite out yet, so you sat in your car for a minute to prepare yourself. Did you really want to do this? You couldn't be sure. Part of you was excited to see him again, while another part of you wanted to throw up at the thought. It was hard to tell which part of you was winning, but either way, you had a bad case of butterflies that wasn't going away any time soon.

Gathering your courage you exited your car, locking it behind you and taking long strides toward the track field. Thankfully the field was vacant, allowing you to sneak down into the woods unnoticed. Your breath formed little clouds in the cold air, making you shiver and zip up your jacket. Brown and orange leaves littered the ground and crunched under your feet as you walked into what you were sure was going to be an absolute disaster of a meet-up.

If he even showed up, of course.

The further you went into the woods, you realized you could hear voices in the distance. You slowed your steps as you approached the voices to avoid revealing yourself. The clearing came into view and sure enough, Eddie was sitting at the old picnic table across from someone in a green and white letterman jacket. You decided to hide behind a nearby tree while the conversation progressed. All you could really hear was Eddie blabbing about "pure bliss in minutes".

Drugs. He was talking about drugs.

Fueled by rage you moved from your hiding spot and into the clearing, staring down the student and folding your arms over your chest. He stared back at you, his cheeks burning bright red and his mouth falling open a bit. Next he began to stutter as Eddie droned on about whatever drug he was trying to sell, digging himself into a deeper hole. When he finally noticed his little customer was staring off into the distance behind him, Eddie turned and his shoulders dropped at the sight of you.

"Y/N-"

"Go home now and I won't tell your parents I saw you here," You said to the kid, setting your jaw. It was an empty threat- you'd never seen that kid in your life, let alone his parents- but it was enough to scare him.

"Y-you wouldn't do that," The kid said, immediately beginning to shake and turning to Eddie. "M-my parents can't know about this, they'll never let me s-stay on the team! She w-wouldn't do that, right, man?"

"You really wanna take that risk?" You asked, shifting your weight.

Eddie gave the kid a nod, gesturing for him to leave as he closed the metal lunch box in front of him. "We can do this another time, k?"

With that, the kid began gathering his things, quickly sprinting from the clearing, not that you were paying attention to him anymore. Your focus was locked on Eddie, who stood from the table, seething. His chest was rising and falling quickly, and you took note of the rings that decorated his tightly closed fists.

"You had no right to do that," He said, his voice shaky from adrenaline. He was taking slow, precise steps toward you, but you held your ground.

"And you have no right selling drugs to children," You said with a shrug, "I'm not the bad guy here, Ed. Targeting the young and vulnerable now, huh? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you were always really good at being manipulative-"

Before you could keep grilling him, he grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved you backwards until your back hit the base of a tree, the impact softened by your thick jacket. Still, the air left your lungs as he pinned you against the rough bark, a dark look in his eye. Eyes that were still so pretty, a lovely shade of warm sienna in the autumn evening.

Even when he was looking at you like he wanted to murder you where you stood.

"I'm warning you," He muttered, his grip tightening on your shoulders. "If you tell anyone about this-"

"You'll what, Munson?" You challenged, "Not to burst your weird little bubble, but you don't fucking scare me anymore."

Eddie seemed taken aback by your words, his expression faltering and switching from murderous rage to remorse. It didn't last long before he pushed off of you, moving back over the to picnic table and covering his mouth with his hand. You watched him carefully as he lowered himself onto the bench, his back facing you. The chain attached to his tattered jeans clanked loudly against the old wood.

"What are you even doing here?" He asked finally.

You shrugged and slowly walked over to the table, crossing to the side opposite of Eddie to take a seat. "Honestly, I just had to ask you something."

"Oh, Christ," He said with an irritated laugh, "That's it?"

"It was an important question!"

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked you up and down, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. "Well?"

"Okay, I know it sounds weird, but have you, um," You started, "Have you been having, like, weird dreams lately?"

"What?" Eddie asked, unable to hold back his laughter. "That's your important question?"

"Just answer it," You said, losing your patience.

"Jesus, you're pushy. No, I have not been having 'weird dreams'," He said, using air quotes. "Why? Are you trying to curse me in my sleep or something?"

You chewed your lower lip and considered telling him the truth. The thing was, if you did, there was no way he would ever believe a word of it. He already hated your guts, there was no reason for him to believe that you were attacked by an inter-dimensional demon two years ago and now you had vivid nightmares about it every single night.

Lowering your gaze, you shook your head and anxiously toyed with the sleeve of your jacket, pulling at the discolored Sherpa lining on the cuff. "It's nothing, forget I even asked."

"Seriously?" Eddie scoffed, "You said it was an important question! You interrupted a deal for this? God, you really haven't changed one bit, you still love making everything about yourself."

Sadness and anger mingled in your heart, making your chest tighten. How wrong he was, you thought, considering it was really about his safety more than it was your own. If he was having the dreams, too, you would know it meant something was wrong. But it was just you. In a way, that brought at least some relief.

"You know," Eddie went on, wetting his lips. "I used to think you were so cool, like, the coolest person I knew. Then you started hanging out with those assholes, and I realized I was wrong about you."

"You were always wrong about me, Eddie," You said, "Just not in the ways you think you were. Besides, you sell drugs to 'those assholes' now, so I don't think you're in a position to be judging my choices."

With that, you rose from your seat and started to make your escape. You made it to the track field, but Eddie was hot on your heels, grabbing you by the wrist and forcing you to a halt. You stopped in place, shooting him a deadly glare. When you tried to rip your hand away, he held on tighter, pulling you closer in the process.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, "You didn't used to be like this."

Unprompted memories of hundreds of saliva-covered fangs adorning a gaping mouth flashed through your mind, a low, gutteral growl accompanying the image. Bodies surrounded by pools of blood and carnage followed suit, making you shiver. For the second time you considered confessing to Eddie what happened to you back at Hawkins Lab, but your gut told you to do otherwise. If Eddie wasn't tied up in Brenner's mess, you wanted to keep it that way.

"I grew up, Eddie," You answered, swallowing hard. "I grew up, and the real world sucks. What happened to me is none of your business."

"Oh come on," Eddie groaned, "I answered your question, didn't I? I gave you the benefit of the doubt, why can't you do the same?"

"Let it go, Eddie," You warned. You fought against his hold which prompted him to grab at your other wrist, holding them both up in front of you. Struggle as you did, he was a lot stronger than he looked. You were closer now, the gap between your bodies smaller than before, so it was a lot harder to avoid eye contact, but you found a way.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked, to which you responded by shaking your head. "Y/N, I'm serious, if someone did something to you-"

More images of splattered blood and desperate screams clouded your mind.

"-I need you to tell me-"

"You won't believe me!"

Eddie released your wrists and let them fall to your sides, one of his hands coming to rest near your elbow. "I might."

"Why do you even care?" You asked, laughing through tears that threatened to spill out. "You never gave a shit about anything except that stupid game-"

"Hey," Eddie interrupted sternly, both hands on your elbows now. "I always cared. I never stopped caring."

"Bullshit," You spat, "If you cared, you would've been there for me, and you weren't. You can't act like how you treated me was okay. You were my best friend and you gave up on that, not me."

Eddie's mouth fell open as if he had something to say, but clamped shut after a moment. He averted his gaze from you, looking up at the sky and closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, as if he was contemplating something. You pulled out of his grip and took a step back, watching as his head fell forward and he placed his hands on his hips.

The bell rang noisily behind you, startling you both. Not long after, students began slowly filing out from the doors, laughter and shouting filling the air. You turned back to Eddie, who was awkwardly scratching the back of his head and still avoiding your gaze.

"Are we done here?" He asked, clearing his throat. "I have shit to do."

"Yeah," You replied, "We're done here."

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the-chickenshit-oddity · 1 year

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I posted 10,522 times in 2022

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#in which steve is the cool uncle and charlie has a thing for bananas and danny has to stop steve from leavin the country cause he feels bad

My Top Posts in 2022:

Snape & Harry prompt

Make it shippy if you want, I'll keep it gen for myself.

Snape survives the war and when Harry goes back for his 8th year, Snape ignores him. No more insults, no more detention, no more asking him questions he doesn't have the answer to, nothing. Since it's after the war, Harry's a bit...traumatised, and feels kind of without a purpose, because he doesn't want to fight anymore but he also doesn't know anything else, much less what he wants to do. And so, his helper-complex kicks in and he thinks clearly Snape's traumatised too, so much so that he doesn't even enjoy his favourite pass-time anymore : tortuting Harry. So Harry's new purpose is to annoy Snape into being a giant dick again, and make him feel better. Except the whole dickishness (well, the extent of it anyway) was part of his spy gig so Snape doesn't wanna go back to it, but my god is that Potter kid a pain in his...backside.

125 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

Mystrade/Mycroft prompt

Mycroft's waistcoat is a bulletproof vest. Mystrade version is Greg finding that out the hard way.

126 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

All the ships

A's got some visible consequence of trauma ; maybe scars, maybe nervous ticks, maybe some obvious reactions to stuff, anything. B asks them about it and A lies, but A's a shit liar telling a shit excuse and they're in a bad place right now so when B just accepts it cheerfully, A thinks "oh, you don't care enough to call me on my bullshit". In the end, A realises "oh, you care enough to wait for me to be ready to talk about it"

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All the ships:

Strangers to flirty Friends to Lovers to friendly Exes to ... Well after that you can choose what you want.

So, they used to date but for some reason they broke up and they thought "well we were friends before, we can be friends again now as exes, right?" but wrong because they weren't friends, they were flirty friends, the kind where the friendship is mostly based on the mutual attraction which prevents real connection because you wanna impress. So now they realise they've got nothing to talk about and friendly Exes become "haven't talked to you in weeks but no hard feelings" kind of strangers. And then they meet again and start over.

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My #1 post of 2022

One prompt all the ships:

Soulmate AU where you have "the most meaningful touch" your soulmate ever gives you as, like, a birthmark.

A has a giant handprint all across their face, covering their mouth and cheeks. Obligatory angst of "oh shit my soulmate is violent/hates me/etc" until it turns out that B (the soulmate) actually saved their lives by preventing them from making a sound while danger was near (or something else non-evil).

(an example would be that scene where Klaus covers Caroline's mouth while 'saving' her from Psycho-Alaric ; another would be a high level of "shut up now before you say something you shouldn't" slam-my-hand-against-your-face thing)

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ghoul333 · 3 years

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serial lover

chapter one(?)

pairing: billy x f!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: billy wants to kill you, but you change his mind last minute.

warnings: angst, murder, swearing, fluff(?)

a/n: i used both their point of views so i hope it came out alright. i definitely want to write another chapter. hope you enjoy! <3

He looked at you from afar. Lurking in the bushes, watching your every move. It was pretty much turning into a daily routine. He wanted you, bad. Billy was heavily debating when to break in one of these nights to kill you. Lucky for him, tonight might be the night, your parents weren't home and your siblings were nowhere to be seen. Just you, sitting pretty on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

You were the perfect victim. It had been a few years since the first killing spree in Woodsboro. Everything for the most part had gone back to normal. They thought about it for a while, and considering they had succeeded the first time, Billy and Stu decided to give it another go. Only for this job was Billy on his own, Stu being with his girlfriend.

A kind, innocent girl like you? That would be fun. Though you had never wronged the pair, you were somewhat of a loner. Quiet but willing to help when needed. Might've been a distasteful move, but damn was Billy eager to hear what your screams sounded like.

And now that you were alone, it was the perfect time to play a game.

Only you weren't.

Your brother in law, Ian, was in the living room, watching a hockey game.

Billy got into a stance when he saw you getting up from the bed, figuring you would leave the room. Instead, you paced in circles. He looked down at your hands, you were flicking your index finger against your thumb, as if it was out of anxiety. You seemed to be contemplating something.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Billy having to duck down so you wouldn't spot him. It would be a different story if he was dressed up as himself, you two were acquainted after all, having one or two classes together. But he wasn't exactly 'himself' right now, he was Ghostface. Though he and Ghostface were one in the same, you didn't know that. You would only see a masked psycho hiding in your bushes.

He was about to pick up his cellphone to call your house phone, but something stopped him. His hand was frozen in place. When he looked back to you, he noticed a change in your expression.

You were crying in the mirror.

Billy cocked his head. What the fuck was this? One minute you're fine and seemingly calm. Then the next minute you're crying as if something traumatic happened.

He raised his brows, surprised when you stopped crying immediately, as if on cue. Your eyes had been glossy but were now completely dry.

Holy shit. Where did you learn that? He thought.

You didn't look sad anymore. In fact there was no emotion at all and for some reason, Billy loved it.

—

You wiped the tears off your face and stared at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath.

Was that believable? I think so.

A part of you wished you had someone here to let you know, but this was something you needed to do by yourself. You didn't even know if you were gonna go through with it, but the urge wouldn’t leave your mind.

Hearing a loud cheer from the other room, you groaned in disgust. You had a hard time believing your family would leave Ian here with you. Especially after all the shit you've taken from him.

You could confidently say that you hated your brother in law. Your sister disappointed you, putting up with trash like him and you resented your family for tolerating it for as long as they have. For over a year, he had lived in your house. Being nothing but a bum. Always being a fucking asshole to you and your family, then making you feel like shit when you call him out.

He could get away with it too. The fact your father was rarely in town made it easy and you hated it. You hated him. You wanted him gone, for good.

You knew there was only one way. No matter how many fights, he wouldn't leave. Refused to.

If he was gone, everything would be fine. It'd take time for some people to heal, but this was for the best.

Thinking about it put a smile on your face. Even though the inhuman thoughts ashamed you, you couldn't help but let them excite you at the same time. Never in your life had you wanted to do something like this, but you craved to see that piece of shit suffer. This would be the only time, and hopefully you wouldn't get caught.

You opened up your drawer, pulling out some scissors, studying them for a few seconds before putting them back.

You weren't ready to get blood on your hands. You looked around your room, trying to find something easy and simple. You looked down at your rack of shoes. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

You pulled the lace from one of your old sneakers, you'd have to dump them afterwards but you wouldn't miss them. While you wrapped the string around both your hands, something came over you. You didn't even realize you were walking to the living room, until you were standing right behind him while he watched his game. At that point, your body was doing the talking. Fuck what was actually right. Fuck morals.

Billy watched all this, following your every move. He cursed himself for not noticing the other obvious person in the house. How stupid. If he decided to pursue you there was a greater chance he wouldn't get away. Stu would've had to come. You kind of saved him there.

Seeing the single shoelace in your grip and standing so close behind Ian, he was actually anticipating your next move. Which surprised him, you had him on the edge of his seat. You had opened his eyes in those last few minutes. You had him so confused.

He had been watching you for days, basically knew your day and night routine. So, where did this come from? You put on an act, even for yourself?

He couldn't deny he thought you were, somewhat, adorable. Many victims had been adorable, but being adorable doesn't mean shit to Billy. If he wanted to gut you, he would.

There were times where you would just sit and stare into a void, but he didn't really think anything of it. He didn't realize how fucked up in the head you really were.

He couldn't kill you now, definitely not. You were turning out to be just as insane as he was. Billy felt drawn to you. He was rooting for you.

You stood there long enough for Ian to notice your presence behind him. Not even turning around, he opened his mouth.

"What the fuck do you wa-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you wrapped the shoelace around his neck, attempting to strangle him.

Hearing him speak irritated the fuck out of you. You'd rather cut your own ears off, but why do that? He should just simply stop talking.

He was strong, but you gave yourself props for not wearing socks, your feet were planted firmly on the ground, and they weren't going anywhere. His arms were violently swinging, voice coming out in gargles. How long did I need to do this for? Maybe a plastic bag would've been easier.

It felt like forever until he quit moving. Eventually, his arms fell limp and his breathing stopped. You stood there for a moment, the lace still wrapped around him. Had you killed him?

You decided you wanted to be sure, jerking the shoelace against his neck just one more time.

Suddenly his arm flew up, grabbing the shoelace and trying to jerk your body forward. You begin to struggle against him, pulling the lace as tight as you could so he couldn't grip it, but he was able to overpower you within seconds. Yanking you over the sofa he had been sitting on, you groaned in pain as your back hit the floor. The air being knocked out of you.

Where did that adrenaline come from?

Watching you flip like that, for some reason, worried Billy. Even he thought you had him. He couldn't let this happen, he felt the strong urge to come to your rescue. Sure, some random guy dying by the hands of ghostface didn't fit the route they were trying to take, but Billy was going to protect you tonight. He needed to.

He quickly got up from where he was crouched, beginning to creep his way towards the house. He figured he needed to move fast considering how much smaller you were compared to the man you were trying to murder.

"You little fucking bitch!" Ian managed to seethe, voice extremely hoarse. He got up from where he was standing and grabbed you by the hair, making you cry out pain. Billy heard the commotion from outside, and the sound he'd been wanting to hear. He didn't like it. Why?

Why did it make him angry to hear you in pain?

You wanted to avoid eye contact with Ian, but he yanked your hair again, making you face him. The look in his eyes seemed hungry, and not in a good way.

He gave you a vile smile, before slapping you across the face, making you tumble to the floor once again. You slowly reached up, touching your cheek. A single tear threatened to fall but you quickly blinked it away. It burned, almost vibrating from the impact. You knew the slap was hard enough for blood to come through.

Fuck.

You figured you were screwed, if you knew he was gonna grab you like that you would've just duct taped him to the coach. You really did not think this one through, even though you had been thinking about it for months on end.

You felt his body heat centimeters away from you. Looking up at him, he hovered over you.

"Thank you for finally giving me a reason to do that." He said, his tone spilling venom. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

You just stared at him, you weren't scared or upset. You couldn't even be mad, you just attempted to strangle your sisters husband. What could've been expected? You probably didn't have a great chance of succeeding anyway, but you couldn't fight your urges anymore.

People like him deserved death.

You didn't have time to process another thought before Ian picked you up, throwing you against the wall. You yelped as your side impacted harshly against the wood floor. You didn't even want to look at him anymore, you had failed and were probably gonna die, or get beat into a coma.

You didn't feel him grab you again. You didn't feel him pin you against the wall. You didn't feel the corner of the table next you digging into your side. You didn't feel anything. Not even the tears falling from your eyes.

"Don't cry now darling," He whispered in your ear, you shuddered in disgust. "This is what you wanted."

His voice made you want to vomit. Cigarettes and cheap beer leaking off his tongue. Even with him up to your ear, you could smell it. He was so fucking close. Everything about this man made you sick. You couldn't understand how your sister slept beside this thing at night.

He held your body against his while he shifted his hands. They wrapped around your throat and squeezed, very hard. You couldn't breathe. You wanted to just let it happen but your body was thinking ahead of you, once again. You grabbed his hands, trying to pry him off.

You actually couldn't fucking breathe. You were going to die, staring into this mans lifeless eyes, hearing his heaving breathing...his body pressed against yours. You would rather get stabbed to death. Or burned alive. You just didn't want him to be the last thing you saw before you died. You didn't want to die.

I fucked up.

Maybe you were selfish too. You were better off just hurting yourself to ease the pain. You couldn't get him off you and it was painful. Your vision was starting to blur.

You used your feet to try and push him off you, but your attempts failed.

Unexpectedly, you fell to the floor with a thud. You quickly inhaled a large breath of air, a small coughing spell following. You couldn't hear or see anything in that moment, just trying to get up, desperately trying to regain your strength.

Breathing had never felt so good.

Weak and in pain, you used one hand to guide your way up the wall, while the other one held your throat. As you regained your vision and started to focus on your surroundings, you began to hear struggling. Lots of struggling. You were confused, you thought it was just the both of you. As you looked up, you noticed a cloaked figure on top of Ian.

Billy had gotten into the house from your laundry room window, finding the entrance a few days ago when he was planning how he would kill you. He crept in, being as quiet as a ghost. When he turned the corner, he saw Ian pressing you deep against the wall. He watched you struggle and fight, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He tackled your brother in law to the floor, making him lose his grip on you. Billy managed to gain the upper hand quickly, getting on top of him and wrapping his hands around his throat. Ian kicked his legs, but it did no good. Billy was too far up on his chest, sinking all his body weight onto him.

You stood there and watched. You were confused and shocked on what was happening, on where this guy came from. You looked down, noticing a knife next to the person in the black cloak. You begin to panic a little inside, wondering whether this person was saving your life or here to take you both out.

It only then hit you that the knife and the black costume seemed way too familiar.

Oh shit...It can't be.

Was this, The Ghostface?

From what you and the rest of Woodsboro knew, that killer who committed all those murders years ago was supposed to be dead. So what was he doing here?

You snapped back into reality when you heard Ian trying to speak. Looking at the both of them, you saw Ian's arms swing violently once again. Billy had managed to dodge most the swings, his arms steadily pressing down on Ian's throat. He did take a few hits to the face though, but he had been through worse.

It wasn't until he started reaching for the mask.

Billy could only lean back so far, if he tried anymore Ian would gain the upper hand in a matter of seconds. He usually didn’t care, since they were going to be dead anyway, but he wasn’t going to kill you.

You noticed what was happening, even with Ghostface's back turned to you. You slowly crept your way towards them, until you could see Ian's face again.

His eyes were wide as plates and his skin looked tight as the killer pushed down on his throat. Ian's eyes snapped to you, making Billy turn his head a little to see you in his peripheral vision. You could tell by the look in Ian's eyes that he wanted your help.

Tough shit.

You slowly walked around the two, Ian was convinced you were gonna help him, beginning to reach for the mask again, fingers brushing the mouth, trying to find a grip. You kneeled, grabbing Ian's arms, pinning him down. Your gazed flickered towards the mask killer, to find he was already looking in your direction.

You decided to flash him a smile. Though you couldn't see behind that mask, Billy had the same expression.

You lowered your body down, until your mouth was leveled with Ian's ear. He was trying to fight against you, but he had no more strength. He was done for.

"See you in hell, fat shit." You spoke into his ear.

Gargles could only be heard, and the hockey game playing on the tv was basically non existent. The life Ian once had, was now gone. You slowly stood up, ghostface doing the same. You both looked at his lifeless body.

“I don’t know whether I should say thank you, or start running.” You said, letting out a laugh. It hurt like hell to speak. Your eyes moved to the masked killer and once again, he was already looking at you.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t back up, and for some reason you didn’t feel afraid. Billy reached out his hand, lightly touching your throat.

You weirdly didn’t mind the feeling, you weren’t scared of his touch, in fact, it was very gentle.

His hand trailed up, cupping the cheek that had been slapped. His thumb lightly rubbed your cheek and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“Thank you.” You told him, but he didn’t say anything. You knew he couldn’t speak, he wasn’t gonna let you find out who he was. If you recognized the voice or didn’t there was still a chance.

A car pulling up into the driveway made you and Billy snap your attention to the front of the house. He looked at you once again, seeing the fear in your eyes. He had to help you out some more, and you couldn’t be awake for it to work.

“I’m sorry.” Billy lowly mumbled, before knocking you unconscious.

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It’s Definitely You || kth (m.) 1

synopsis:

Working as a barista in NYC has its perks, but when your ultimate dream of being on the Broadway stage tends to come crumbling down, the only thing that raises your spirits is the comfort of a complete stranger… who seems to have known you for far longer than you thought.

masterlist here

→ pairing: taehyung x barista!reader (also musical theatre performer cause I had to)

→ genre: fluff, angst, future smut | strangers(ish) to lovers… i won’t give the truth away... gonna have to read and find out for yourself ;))

-> warnings: self doubt, adorable plant names... there's really not many warnings for this chapter!

→ word count: 7,973

authors note:

alrighty everyone... here we go! (i’m so nervous) this is the first chapter of this series (which it took me 50 years to figure out whether I wanted this to be a series or a two shot... lets just say that it's gonna be a long one, so I think that a series is the best way to go)! this story is really near and dear to my heart, so 1. I really hope you enjoy it and 2. I hope all of you know how hard it was to write this into words... my goodness. now, make sure you look for clues throughout this series... there's a secret in here that won't be revealed for a while ;)) but if any of you have ideas, please be sure to send an ask while we wait to find out together! anyways, I hope you enjoy !!

authors thanks:

a HUGE thank you to @hantaev and @monvante for beta-reading and being so so supportive of me and this little (but not so little) story... y'all truly have no idea how helpful you've been and how thankful I am to be friends with both of you! forreal, y'all are the greatest and I'm sending you all my love!!

also, if you are enjoying this story, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask (on or off anon) and let me know your thoughts, feelings, theories, etc!! i would love to hear from all of you 🤍

If time-travel existed, you would be on the first time machine and head back to 2 years ago. A time when you had a free schedule and were able to go out on Friday nights. A time when you felt confident in yourself and were raring to pursue theatre. A time when you didn't have this job (cause apparently, theatre is impossible to get into) that forces you awake at 4 in the morning for the opening shift.

You can't say you don't love your Barista job because you do. Still, when your alarm wakes you from the beautiful dream of performing on the big stage, you have to use everything within yourself to crawl out of your sheet cocoon… and that is unacceptable.

What's even more unacceptable is the fact that your co-worker, Jimin, hasn't arrived at the Academia Cafe yet. You have about 30 minutes to prepare for the morning peak; brew coffees, set up the bakery items, clear the boards "coffee of the day," etc. The problem is, it takes up all of the 30 allotted minutes— and you can't start prepping early because Jimin has the keys to the cafe.

You’ve worked at the Academia Cafe for about a year now, taking a break from your endless theatre audition schedule— since that was getting you absolutely nowhere. No matter how badly you want it, nothing seems to work. No matter how many times you practice, it never seems to be good enough. Let’s just say, you took this job at the cafe because you were over the repetitive let downs.

… But here you are, with a “Jimin being late” let down.

[To: Jimin ☕️] hey, you almost here? times ticking, keys!

You stuff your phone into your winter coat pocket, the brown material catching snowflakes as they fall gently from the cloudy sky. You love this weather; it's always been your favorite. When you were little, you used to pretend to be a dragon; running all over your front yard and releasing heavy breaths that chilled in the air and spread like smoke. You don't enjoy the cold, but the entire feel of winter has you cozying up in a blanket with hot cocoa and a good book… nothing could beat that.

A buzz in your pocket catches your attention.

[From: Jimin ☕️] Hey! Look up.

Your eyes immediately lift to see Jimin smiling a few feet away, shuffling through the snow as he drags the keys out of his pocket. He's sporting a heavy blue coat that reaches down to his knees — making his short stature appear even smaller — topped with a matching blue beanie. Despite his tardiness today, you’ve always been fond of Jimin. He's like a ray of sunshine, beaming through the skyscrapers of the city and making everyone around him happy just by flashing a single smile. Honestly, you wish you could sneak some of that happiness from him and lock it somewhere safe... so you can save it for a time when you need it most.

"Your timing is impeccable." He laughs, gently placing the keys into the front door lock. "You texted me right as I was rounding the corner."

"I'm telling you, Jimin; we're always on the same wavelength." Smirking, you make your way through the doors of the cafe, greeted by the warmth that surrounds you like your sheet cocoon did this morning, but accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee. "Except for the fact that you, my friend, are late, so now we only have twenty-eight minutes until opening."

Old, rustic book pages litter the cafe's dark walls, executing the dark academia theme flawlessly. You have to give the interior designers a hand, what with the black stools and high dark wood counters etched with different story pages. You wonder if anyone took the time to read the stories that covered the cafe; maybe the stories moved them in a personal way. Maybe there was a reason why they read them, a part of the butterfly effect of their life.

With a quick survey of the main room, you shuffle into the back to put your belongings away. "You would think it would be less busy on the streets because of the snow," Jimin calls, already working on the first batch of light roast coffee. "But unfortunately for me, that was not the case, and I nearly lost my life multiple times on the way here because of how slick it is."

A laugh emits from your lips, echoing in the backroom as you throw your apron over your head.

You begin with date labeling all of the pastry items, placing them accordingly onto the pastry cart; croissants, muffins, scones, etc. Then, you move onto organizing syrups and setting toppings along the bar where drinks are made. Bar is your personal favorite position-- since you're able to make the drinks… Plus, you're so busy that your shift goes by way faster. The sooner you're done, the sooner you get to go home and sleep.

“All set?” Jimin questions when you finish setting the steaming pitchers next to the espresso machine, tossing the rag he used to wipe down tables into the sanitizer bin. You give him a nod, taking a quick once over of the bar. “Alright,” he claps, “let's do this.”

This morning runs like every Friday morning, busy and fast. The sounds of coffee glasses clinking and the calling of customer names at the hand-off station echoes through the air.

Ahhhh, the scenery in coffee shops; the quiet hush over the room as soft jazz plays over the speakers. It’s soothing, all encompassing, and extremely helpful for motivation… You used to go to a local cafe for homework when you were still in school.

You take a breath, relaxing against the back counter as you overhear a conversation a group of regulars are having. It’s the usual small talk: the weather, families, sharing pictures of recent events. Coming up with questions of the day for customers becomes easier after knowing their stories, so you subconsciously listen in often.

Because of this, you almost don't notice the man waiting at the register, wholly delved into the neighboring conversation— only looking over when you hear your name called.

"Y/n?"

You turn your head, catching eyes with the stranger behind the counter who holds his credit card ready. The first thing you notice is that he's young, probably around your age, wearing a brown turtleneck and white slacks. His eyes are dark, standing above his perfectly sculpted nose and lips. His hair is dark as well, forehead drowning within the wavy bangs that fall over his eyebrows as he takes you in. To be completely honest, he's probably the most handsome man you've had the pleasure of seeing… is that weird? You don’t know him… maybe that is weird.

The second thing you notice is that he looks completely anxious, hands grasping the edge of the counter like there's a thousand-foot drop below him. Why is he looking straight at you while doing that? Maybe you should call Jimin to take ove-

“Is it really you?” He questions, taking you aback.

"I-" You clear your throat, walking forward to meet him at the register, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

With an intake of breath, he releases the counter as he studies you. Was he… crying? You swear his eyes were not this bloodshot three seconds ago.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?...possibly.

You shake your head slightly, “I… I’m sorry. I don't-"

Wait… is he a regular? You swear you haven't seen him come into the cafe before. Shoot.. What if he is? The number one thing your boss has made perfectly clear: remember the regulars, so they come back and feel at home; recognized. Customer connection was the most important thing at the Academia Cafe… He's probably a regular.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

He's staring at you. Full-on staring, jaw slacked. Shifting uncomfortably in your keds, you eye beside you to see Jimin working away at a macchiato. You consider changing places, nearly walking over to him before the customer speaks again.

"It's- It's Taehyung."

You force a smile, nodding while he continues to stare at you. He seems a bit more hesitant, his eyes looking in different directions but ultimately falling back onto your own. Even if he tried, he couldn't hide the rosy color that spreads onto his cheeks. What was this guy's problem?

"Taehyung! Awesome, well, what can I get for you today?" You chirp, attempting to brighten up your increasing discomfort. He might have mistook you for someone else, you decide, jumping back into your customer service personality: kind and quick to the point.

Taehyung doesn't move, training his eyes on you. You've never had a man's undivided attention before, since boyfriends were never an option. When you were a teenager, you stayed home most of the time in your hometown, and the boys there were all just in it to take your pants off. You avoided them and never really caught their attention, so you can't help the uncomfortable blush that grows on your cheeks. It’s short lived though, your nerves dissolving as soon as you notice a single tear fall onto the front of his shirt.

Oh. Okay, he’s definitely crying.

"Sir..." You begin, leaning in closer to avoid drawing attention. "Is everything alright?"

"I…" The shake in his voice is evident as he puts his credit card back into his wallet, still refusing to break eye contact. “Excuse me." Without another word, he turns on his heel and rushes towards the exit, clocking a customer in the shoulder in his rush. He apologizes quickly, bowing to them before glancing behind to make eye contact with you once more.

You wish you could read minds, wondering what the hell is going through his brain… but you notice the tiniest gleam of a hopeful smile that hides on his lips.

And then he’s gone.

“I swear it was the strangest thing, Jimin.” You speak nervously, tugging at the strings of your apron and lifting it over your head. It had been busy all day, despite a quick thirty minute break when everyone had left and the cafe was suddenly a deserted island. You appreciated the busyness, it made your shift go by faster. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home, eat a fat bowl of icecream and distract yourself from the events of today with a movie. Thank God your shift was over.

“Maybe he thought you were someone else?” Jimin insists, taking a bite into the extra Blueberry Muffin you’d accidentally heated when you were distracted by the events that occurred earlier.

“Yeah? Well, I must be the spitting image because he was totally freaked out.”

“You never know, y/n. Or, maybe he just used that as an excuse to talk to you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, throwing your rolled up apron at him harshly before you grab your belongings.

“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. This guy looked like he had seen his ex… He was crying. I don’t think he was into me.”

“Maybe his eyes were watering from the cold wind?” He offers.

“Enough to cry actual tears?” You scoffed, “C’mon Jimin.”

He shrugs defensively, picking up his things so the two of you can head out a few minutes earlier than usual. Whenever the baristas have a chance to leave early, they take it. “If he comes back, then ask him: hey, dude, what’s your deal?”Jimin works his way through the cafe, throwing an excess chair upside down onto the table with the rest of them.

You hold your hand above your heart, which is still beating at a faster pace due to this discussion. Can hearts even beat this fast? This can’t be healthy… “Oh wow, you have such a way with words. That definitely won’t make him feel uncomfortable!”

Yes. Sarcasm coping mechanism.

“Y/n.” Jimin meets you at the door and puts his hands on your shoulders, making extra sure he has your attention. “Go home. Don’t think too much into it… He was probably high or something and mistook you for his ex that dumped him and now he’s moping through the city and getting into all sorts of trouble and he’ll forget that he even came here tomorrow morning. Okay?”

You nod slowly, exiting the cafe with Jimin on your tail. "Don't worry, y/n." Jimin adds, "He probably won't even come back." He locks the door and gives you one last thumbs up before heading in the opposite direction, calling out at the last second. “See you tomorrow!”

The forced smile on your face appears again (looks like this was a regular occurrence today), waving him goodbye.

Yeah… tomorrow.

Jimin was right. The handsome crying stranger was probably never coming back.

It has been a few weeks since you met him for the first time. Now, it feels like a distant memory. He hadn’t shown up to the cafe the day after the encounter, or the day after that, or the day after that, and eventually you’d come to the conclusion that he was probably never going to show his face again out of pure embarrassment. You can’t say you blame him. You’d be embarrassed too if you stared at and cried over a random stranger.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment... You'd kind of hoped you could figure out what his problem was, maybe ease his mind a little if you really did look like a past lover. You would make sure he knew that it wasn't you. What if he was avoiding the cafe because he literally thought you were someone else? Great… now you just feel bad.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Jimin beckons over the phone.

"Huh? What?" You bounce back to reality, the soft comforter of your bed lying beneath you as you stare out the window. Thanks to your wonderful apartment search, you have a beautiful view of the city. Jimin had helped you find a place when you first moved here. The two of you had met when you visited to check out the first apartment options; he even took you out for a drink afterward to celebrate the first days' completion. Jimin had immediately clicked with you, as he does with everyone-- he was the kind of person to make friends insanely quickly. He must've been super popular in high school... unlike you.

"Y/n Y/l/n. I am giving you a chance to meet more people, and you're not even listening to me!" He cries, a light smack coming from the other end (probably from him slamming his hand on the table).

"Okay, okay-- I'm sorry. I'm listening now; what's up?"

With a deep sigh, he speaks again. "Party. My house. Tonight. It's not gonna be wild, don't worry... it's just a get-together with some of my friends, and you can have a few drinks if you would like to."

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you look over towards the clock on your nightstand. 5:00. "I don't know..." You begin, the bed shifting as you raise into a seated position. "I have to work tomorrow morn-"

"Already got your shift covered." He deadpans.

"What??"

"I already got your shift covered, so you have no excuse."

This sly guy.

"Who covered it?" You question, setting the audio to speaker-phone as you rummage through old text messages you haven't gone through (to prep for your "thank you for covering my shift" text message).

“Jin.” Noted.

“So…” Jimin continues, “are you coming?”

You can't even remember the last time you met new people, let alone gone to a party. Parties weren't necessarily your thing, especially with your busy schedule of workdays and auditions-- you just never had the time. You should be excited, right?

Well, you aren't.

"Jimin, I don't know… I'm not really a huge fan of parties." You mumble over the phone, picking at the lone string that popped out of its stitch on your comforter.

"Y/n, it's a small get-together, and it's not gonna be that kind of party. Believe me; it'll be really chill. It's just me, you, a few other coworkers, and some friends from my journalism class."

You chew at your bottom lip, looking over at your closet to see a single green cocktail dress that you hadn't worn in years. The memory of the dress was a good one… you had just finished up curtain call for The Addams Family and wore that dress to the after-party. It's a short sleeve, layered green dress that flows just over your knees, the same color sash tying the waist in a floppy bow. You blush at the memory of winning best dressed.

A pause, “Okay.” You conclude. “I’ll go.”

Jimin was honest about how chill it would be; soft music plays in the background as the group sits around the table playing cards. A basketball game is playing on the TV, desperate for attention as a player scores a 3-pointer, but no one is watching. Shuffling of cards is the only sound heard in the room as the game continues.

The atmosphere is calm… quiet…

“BULLSHIT.”

The immediate crumble of everyone’s mood causes the loud “HELL YEAH” that makes you jump in your seat.

"And that is how it's done, Ladies and Gentlemen." Jungkook (your fellow coworker) claps, his smile brighter than the sunset that seeps through the curtains on the opposite side of the room.

"And that's on cheating!" Jimin picks up the cards in the center of the table, gathering them clumsily back into a pile.

"It's called having skill," Jungkook replies, holding his hands up as he smirks at his opponents.

"No, it's called luck." Yoongi finalizes as he puts his hand of cards down on the table with a roll of his eyes. You haven’t met Yoongi before until tonight. He’s one of Jimin's friends from Journalism Class.

When you arrived, you decided to sit out of this round and learn to play before joining the game-- knowing you; you would've been crushed within the first minutes of playing. Card games weren’t exactly a skill of yours— board games on the other hand were where it’s at! That, and charades. For the sake of the party, a card game didn’t sound too bad this time around— so you poke at Jimin to give you the hand as he serves cards for everyone else.

“Wait, wait, wait—“ Jimin pauses, his hand disappearing beneath the table to grab his phone. “Hello?”

“I’m not Irish, so does luck really count?” Jungkook questions in a hushed whisper, nudging Yoongi in the side.

“Oh hey...yeah... it’s apartment 205.” Jimin continues.

“You’re so funny, Jk. Maybe you’ll actually become successful if you choose stand-up comedy rather than becoming a musician.” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, his cat-like eyes staring at the abandoned pile of cards before he seems to come to the decision to shuffle them himself. He gives you a small smile when you hold your hand out to signal that you’re joining in this round.

“Mhm, you can just walk on in! Doors unlocked… okay.. alright, see ya in a minute.” When Jimin's phone is down, Yoongi passes a hand of cards to him.

“Think you can beat me, Y/n?” Jungkook asks,”Since apparently these four can’t?” He motions to Yoongi and Jimin, glancing at the other two players of the game: Hoseok (Jimins other classmate) and his girlfriend, Faith.

“I think I can.” You say, smirking at the determined expression on Jungkooks face. Even if you weren’t very fond of card games, there was one thing you were even less fond of: losing.

“Mmm, might want to rethink that, but okay.” Jungkook replies. The two of you are death staring when the sound of the front door creaking open catches the attention of everyone else at the table. Jimin shoots out of his chair.

“Taehyung!”

You freeze.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?... possibly.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

"It's- It's-."

“Taehyung, you just missed me creaming everyone in bullshit.” Jungkook boasts. Your eyes are glued to the side of Jungkook's head, not daring to make eye contact with the source of your nerves the past few weeks.

“Oh did I?” The familiar, deep voice utters.

Okay.. you can’t help but look…

Holy—it’s actually him.

Immediate regret sinks into your soul when you see him. God, he’s even handsomer than you remember. A white woolen sweater hangs over a pair of his black pants, matched with white sneakers and accenting the head of dark wavy hair you’d been thinking about since you last saw him.

“Yep!” Jungkook continues. “And now Y/n’s about to get shitfaced too.”

The moment his eyes swiftly glance your way is the moment you crumble and turn your head back to Jungkook. You had hoped to make a sly remark, something along the lines of “in your dreams,” but you’re caught breathless from the tension in the room. The tension only the two of you are aware of. He must be tense too, right?

“I wouldn’t underestimate her.” You hear out of Taehyung's mouth, stealing a look at his face once more. He’s smirking at Jungkook, hanging his coat on the hook beside yours, oblivious of the way you’re basically dissecting his every move.

“Have you met Y/n?” Jimin questions, provoking Taehyung's eyes to fall back onto yours. This time, you don’t look away.

He doesn’t answer right away, making you more nervous than you should be— the silence deafening as you make to explain, “We-“

“No.” He states plainly, cutting you off. An innocent smile plays on his lips as he looks at Jimin and places his messenger bag beside the door.

No? Uhhh, was he not the guy who pretended to know who you were and cried in front of you without even explaining why? Nope, it’s definitely him.

“I’m Taehyung.” He calls in your direction, offering you a boxy smile and a small nod, “Don’t let Jungkook fool you. A girl pinched him when we were in grade school. He barely lasted five seconds before running away screaming.” Taehyung moved to the table, sitting beside the man he just brutally embarrassed.

“That girl was terrifying. She was way taller than all the other sixth graders. It was an unfair situation.” Jungkook protested, sinking in his chair as he shuffled the cards he held in his hand.

You couldn’t help but stare dumbly at Taehyung. Was he embarrassed of his outburst at the cafe that he just hopes you forgot about him? You guess you didn’t exactly meet each other, other than a few words exchanged before he disappeared out the door. He probably doesn’t want his friends to know about what happened. Or did he not recognize you and completely forgot about the whole ordeal?

Okay, it’s fine… totally fine.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” you laugh, “no more coming in late, Jk. Or I’ll have to pinch you.”

Jungkook merely rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. You see the crinkle in Taehyung's eyes as he laughs, the boxy smile taking root on his face again… a smile you’ve begun to enjoy the look of.

Hey. Snap out of it. This guy is so confusing. That’s a red card.

You straighten up in your seat, catching Jimin's attention when you move towards the kitchen, motioning with your hand to signal that you’re getting another drink. You have a feeling you’re gonna need some more alcohol to get through the evening.

Jimins place is clean, every knick knack placed neatly where it belongs; accompanied by the smell of potted plants that he keeps by his windows. Little name tags are attached to the plant stems: Flo, Sprout, Bob. He names his plants. Sweet.

He, like you, has a great view of the city too, a mid-size window perched above his breakfast nook where a small potted plant (quotabley named “bean”) grows. The city is bustling below as you reach for a beer, shrugging off the fact that you hate beer, but at least the taste will distract you from Tae-

“Hey.” You hear a soft voice call from the kitchen archway. When you turn you nearly drop the bottle out of your hand. Taehyung gives you a soft smile.

“Hey! Uh.. did you want a beer, or are you a wine guy?” You question, cringing at how much higher your voice sounds at his close proximity.

“I— Sorry, neither.” He starts, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way around the island. “I uh- I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nod slightly, “Yeah of course… what’s up?”

“Um,” he’s nervous, you notice. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole thing at the cafe a few weeks ago.. I was— not in the right state of mind.” He meets your eyes hesitantly, “you just look like someone I know from a long time ago and it kind of.. took me by surprise, I guess.”

Jimin was right. You offer him a smile, shaking your head in disbelief, “You know what, I truly thought that was the reason… It’s totally fine. I’m not who you think I am, by the way.”

A flicker of something crosses his features at your comment, something you can’t quite pick up, but he changes it quickly to a smirk. “Obviously.” He laughs, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.. I’m not weird, I swear.”

“Mmm, that’s what they all say.” You tease.

He laughs, a soft sound that you want to hear over and over again. “You’ve got me there.” He takes a pause, placing his hands on the island countertop. “Let’s start over? If that’s okay? I didn’t want to mention it when I came in because I wanted us to have a fresh start.”

You push down the questioning thought of who this woman he mistook you for was, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “That’s totally okay.. clean slate?”

“Clean slate.” He finalizes.

“Straightforward,” You add, “I like it.”

He gives you a warm smile, the same edge in the way he looks at you dances in his eyes before he breaks it off, sliding the bottle of beer out of your own hand. “Actually, I think I will have a beer. You don’t seem like a beer drinker, anyway.” He turns quickly, smirking at you before striding out of the room. “Thanks, Y/n!”

Protestations die on your lips as he disappears from the room, your beer along with him. How rude. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back to the cupboard, skipping the beer and pouring yourself a second glass of wine. You weren’t a beer drinker, after all.

Although you weren’t one for parties, you couldn’t help but admit the fact that you were having a good time. No, a great time. All of you are seated in Jimins living room; a plate of chips sits on the coffee table, which was the hot spot of the night (considering there’s hardly any remaining). Others in the group still have a glass of alcohol in their hands, the tipsiness evident by the slurring of their words. You had stopped yourself after half of your second glass, playing it safe since you still have to walk home after the party. You weren’t much of a drinker anyway-- your family history being the root of this decision.

It isn’t the games that made the night this enjoyable, or the food, or the movie that is currently playing over Jimin's television (which, by the way, is Moulin Rouge, because half of the room enjoys musicals, and the other half enjoys regular movies. So, you decided to settle on a movie musical). None of that matters, except the fact that you’ve never felt this carefree in a long time.

For one night, you can put aside your cafe job, auditions, and never-ending to-do lists and just have fun. Real fun. Even in the audition rooms, it has never been fun for you. It’s been nerve-wracking to a fault and always ends with a “thank you for taking the time, but we’ve decided not to accept you this time around,” or a callback, which ultimately concludes with the same grueling fate.

But this is different.

This is a group of people who genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you… with no “not this time’s” or open-ended questions.

Especially with Taehyung. You’re surprised at how quickly the two of you seemed to hit it off, despite the awkward introduction. Now, it feels like he’s known you for years… in the best way. You’re comfortable talking to him, chatting together during the movie about the plot points or songs you find specifically endearing. You had initially planned to sit next to Jimin… but ended up next to Taehyung on the couch.

It just happened.

He enjoys musicals as well, you learn. Maybe not as much as you do, but at least he doesn’t despise them. He’s one of Jimin’s friends from their shared art class. He loves the color brown. His favorite food is watermelon. He does illustrations for Jimins journalism projects (which, in your opinion, are exceptional from the photos he showed you during the movie while the others were engulfed in the film). He wishes to pursue traveling journalism, where he draws what he sees rather than taking pictures. His whole aura is warm… like a heated blanket that envelopes you whole when you feel him shift beside you on the sofa. A small reminder that he’s still there.

Okay, you’re liking his presence way too much.

He finds romance movies corny but a guilty pleasure nonetheless. This, the reason why he agreed to watch Moulin Rouge despite the cheesiness in the beginning. In the end, it was anything but cheesy.

"Well, that was stupid." Jungkook scoffs, slamming the remote onto the neighboring loveseats' armrest. The once loud room filled with music is now quiet from the after-effects of the movie.

“I told you it was sad!” Jimin exclaims. The two of you had seen this movie before in theatres… and this was nothing compared to how the ending hit the first time. “Y/N was nearly choking. She was crying so hard when we saw it.”

An immediate blush rises onto your cheeks as you shake your head in defiance, trying to hide the tears that had been stinging your eyes for the last thirty minutes. “Who wouldn’t cry at that??”

“Taehyung probably didn’t. He never cries.” Hoseok deadpans. Ha. You can’t help but remember the tear that ran down his face in the cafe… He never cries?

With a quick look over your shoulder, you find that Taehyung is no longer seated on the couch. When did he get up? You attempt to shrug off your curiosity, pivoting back towards the chip table where only sad little crumbs remain. You were worrying way too much over a man you quite literally just met tonight… even if it felt like you’ve known him for much longer.

Taehyung eventually reappeared, stating that he had to use the bathroom— you ignored the fact that it took him a solid 30 minutes to get back to the party. It wasn’t your place to ask any questions, especially since he lifted a smile onto his face the second he reentered the room. See, y/n… nothing to worry about.

It wasn’t long before you insisted you head home, knowing that you’d curse yourself in the morning if you stayed out past the sunrise. If you did, you’d sleep through tomorrow, and that would be awful. You’ve done this a few times… and every time, you felt like you had wasted an entire year of your life.

You move to grab your purse and jacket, which are hanging comfortably on the hook beside the front door. With a small smile, you bid everyone goodnight— smiling as they resume a card game around the table at one o’clock in the morning. It’s nice to know that the group of you hit it off… now; you can look forward to plenty of get-togethers in the future.

Your mind is bustling with all kinds of ideas: picnics in central park, late-night broadway shows, hangouts at the caf-

“Y/n!” The soft calling of Taehyung's voice causes you to halt near the exit, turning on your heel to see him jogging towards you. He had haphazardly thrown his jacket over him since it’s still being tugged onto his body as he runs. His hair becomes even more chaotic in his haste… Why do you want to run your hands through it?

“Hey!” You squeak, interrupting your thoughts before they trudged down a guilty road. “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to play another round?”

He gives you a smirk, catching his breath as he holds out your house keys. “You forgot these! You were really moving fast… sick of us already?”

“Wh— oh my god, thank you!” With a quick swipe of your hand, you’re stuffing your keys into your pocket with a grateful smile. “Also, hardly.”

You admire the way his eyes light up at your confession. “Well.. since you don’t want to leave us so quickly.. how about I walk you home?” He seems almost hesitant asking, but you can’t help but applaud him for actually taking the initiative to inquire.

You shake your head, pulling the strap of your purse farther up your shoulder. “You don’t have t-“

“I want to!” He cuts you off quickly, catching you by surprise as he moves past you to open the door. He glances back, taking in your reluctant expression, “It’s not safe this time of night Y/n… You shouldn’t be alone.“

You know he didn't mean anything by that statement… But the idea of someone genuinely caring and not wanting you to be alone makes your heart swell. Jimin cares about your safety of course, but this feels… Different.

This is the reason why you allow him to walk you home.

The snow crunches beneath your feet, like a symphony that beckons you home. You’ve been feeling exhaustion seeping into your bones for the last ten minutes, but Taehyung's occasional brush of his arm as he walks beside you keeps you wide awake. He doesn’t think to apologize for accidentally touching you, but you blame it on the time of night. Delusion.

“How long have you lived in New York?” You question, wrapping your coat tighter around you to kick out the nipping air.

“About a year now,” He responds, shuffling his feet, “though it feels like way longer. You?”

“Three years.”

Taehyung turns his head towards you, eyes wide. “Wow, way to one up me.” With a teasing smile he continues, “You must know this city like the back of your hand.”

The truth is… you don’t. You came here for the sole purpose of making it on Broadway... you never really took the time to focus on anything else. Part of you wishes you had learned more, craved more, wanted more with your life—then you wouldn’t be so miserable when the one thing you do want doesn’t work out. “Yeah… kind of.”

If he hears the somber tone of your voice, he ignores it, turning against the wind as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “It’s overrated in my opinion.”

You raise your head at this, “Why is that?”

“Everyone here has dreams… and those dreams get crushed more often than not.” He shrugs, “No one cares if you want to succeed, only if you already have.”

You stare at him for a moment, awestruck by the weight of his words. “But,” he adds, turning back towards the wind, “the ones who never give up and continue to chase that dream can become successful. Despite all of the no’s they might face, they always hold on till they hear a yes. That sounds like true success to me.”

Turning your head, you stare at the side of his face— admiring the way his hair tosses back a bit against the harsh winter winds. His words hit you way deeper than he probably realized, sinking into your chest with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. You’ve been contemplating recently on whether or not to give up on your dream… that maybe it just wasn’t going to work out for you. You have been trying for so long, and have repeatedly been let down. There was no way Taehyung could have known, which is why his words hit you as hard as they did. Despite the hardships, you’ve been here for three years and you’ve never given up or stopped trying to chase your dream.

That was an achievement, right?

“To be honest… I've heard a lot of no’s in my three years of being here.” You speak softly, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Sometimes it feels like there will never be a yes… but here I am. At least I'm still working— at a coffee shop, not on the stage.”

“It’s admirable that you keep going.” Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder. “It makes you different from a lot of people who have left the city when they faced failure. It’s something to be proud of. Plus, coffee shop or big stage, you’re in New York City and pursuing your gift. It’s special.”

When your eyes meet, you smile at him, feeling a sense of victory the longer you hold his gaze.

“Don’t give up, Y/n. No matter what.” He speaks genuinely, leaning towards you to nudge you gently on your shoulder. You can’t help but laugh at his playfulness, giving him a nudge in return before your eyes downcast to your winter boots. The snow on the ground is fresh, powdery and sticking to the toes of your shoes. “Plus,” He adds, sucking in the chilly air, “you've got what others don’t have…”

This time when you meet his eye he has a serious expression, making sure he has your full attention as you round the corner towards your apartment building. His gaze is genuine, captivating… and a part of you hopes that the close proximity of your apartment wouldn’t cut this moment short. Finally, he speaks.

“You have passion.”

Taehyung's words weigh on you for the rest of your night. It started off as something simple, looking up audition songs for an upcoming off-broadway show your agent was telling you about. Then, you went to learning it. After that, putting on makeup. And finally, completely forgetting about your sleep schedule and filming an entire audition tape in your room at 2 in the morning (and you were belting… your poor neighbors). It wasn’t until four that you finally turned in for the night, not bothering to take off your makeup or get changed-- simply falling onto your pillow and blacking out the moment you hit it. You were definitely sleeping the next day away… but at that moment, you didn’t mind. Having a day off from your busy schedule wouldn’t be so bad.

“I sent in an audition tape two nights ago.” You speak confidently, wiping down the back counter that’s littered with coffee grounds. They stick to the rag like glue, tiny dots scattered along its white surface. If it weren’t for your apron,

and your expertly rolled up white turtleneck sweater, you would look alot like this rag right now.

“Did you?” Jimin questions from the bar, sleeving the cup before placing it on the handoff counter.

“Christopher! Medium cappuccino!” He calls, multitasking while he cranes his neck to still hear you.

“I did. I feel really good about this one..” You add, meeting him beside the bar as he lifts the pitcher up and down to create the latte-art of a flower in the center of the mug. You have tried sooooo many times to make latte art… and every time it ended up looking like a glob. A big, distorted snowball. Jimin was the master of latte art, always finishing it off beautifully with a whip of his wrist. The foam atop telling a story. “It was so late-- I was totally out of it… and yet I actually enjoyed myself while filming it. I just imagined being there.. In center stage.”

“I’m happy for you, Y/n!” He smiles, turning to place the hot mug next to the cappuccino.

“Caleb! Medium caramel latte!”

He was only half listening to you. The cafe was bustling, so it truly wasn’t Jimin's fault that he was sidetracked— but nothing could hold back the small smile that played at the edge of your lips. You had actually enjoyed singing for the first time in a while.. all because of Taehyung's Academy Award winning pep talk. Who knew that all you needed was for someone to tell you like it is. With a minuscule smile, you turn back towards the counter and lift the latte you’d whipped up this morning to your lips. Your distorted snowball is fully on display at the top.

Despite the busyness, the front register is deserted, giving you time to think for a moment about the pep talk... or rather, the person who gave you it.

“I think Taehyung likes you.” Jimin deadpans.

Uhhh… You nearly spit out your snowball at that— clearing your throat as you set it down slowly onto the wooden countertop. He speaks as if this is a natural conversation starter… it’s not.

“I’m sorry?” You croak.

“Taehyung.” He repeats, turning his head in your direction with a knowing smirk. “I think he likes you.”

You give him a scoff of disbelief, watching as yet another group of regulars enter through the door. “That’s not true, he just doesn’t know me… so he made an effort to talk to me.” If you weren’t studying the group, you would've seen Jimin giving you a scrutinized look.

So, now you have his attention.

“Y/n. It’s so obvious… He spent the entire night talking to you, he left moments after you did to give you your keys and he never came back. If that isn’t someone who’s interested, I don’t know what is.” Jimin is an expert at multitasking, finishing off two drinks at the same time and calling them out.

“Well, Jimin, when people don’t know each other, they get to know each other. It’s this thing called talking and becoming friends.” The sentence hangs in the air as the doorbell chimes, signaling that yet another customer has entered the cafe and into the swarm of regulars, but the two of you disregard the sound and continue on through your bickering.

“I’m just saying, Taehyung doesn’t usually talk to girls.” Jimin adds, wiping his hands off on the white rag seated beneath his espresso machine. “Even if they wanted his attention, he didn’t give it to them. I mean— he’s nice to girls, don’t get me wrong.. but he’s never talked to them like he did with you on game night. I don’t think he’s dated anyone since he got here.”

“He’s career driven.” You say quickly.

If you thought his smirk couldn’t get any wider, you were wrong. “Yeah, girls don’t know that about him— meaning he told you, and not other girls.” Jimin deadpans.

You stare blankly at him. There’s no way. No way that a guy as attractive as Taehyung would even think about looking at you like that. There’s just no way. You’ve never had a boyfriend... or even a guy friend, until Jimin. Eventually, you’d accepted the fact that maybe you just weren’t that interesting. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Maybe you couldn’t flirt…. okay, you definitely couldn’t flirt— but that’s besides the point.

“He’s not interested in me.” You conclude.

“He is.” Jimin counters.

“He’s not.”

“He so is.”

“He’s so not.”

“Y/n. I swear to you. He’s interested and you need to shoot your shot.” He whisper-screams, throwing the rag in his hand onto the bar.

“Taehyung is not-“

A clearing of someone’s throat from beyond the register cuts your argument short, nearly making you lose your balance when you see who the source was.

You’re fairly certain you’ve turned pale.

Taehyung stands in front of you, eyeing between the two of you with an awkward expression. God, how long has he been standing there? “I figured I should step in before the two of you start fist fighting.”

“Hey!” The shrill of your voice causes you to wince.

“Hey.” He says with a smile, folding his arms in front of him and raising his eyes to the menu above your head. You can’t help the glare you send towards Jimin, who's notably holding back his laughter as he moves to the blender, the station farthest from the register. Ridiculous.

“What can we get for you?” You ask routinely, trying not to make it obvious that you were just talking about him… and praying that he wasn’t there to hear what the two of you were talking about.

“Hmm…” He looks especially good today, wearing a brown, long coat and a brown plaid scarf around his neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said his favorite color was brown, that’s for sure. It suits him. His hair is wavy, flowing to a point just under his eyebrows with a split off center, giving you the tiniest glimpse of his forehead. “How about an americano with hazelnut, and some cream?”

“We can do that for ya!” You have to force yourself to stop looking at him, pressing the buttons to ring up his order before you forget. You nearly overlook ringing up the hazelnut syrup. Why were you so dazed? He’s already placed his credit card into the chip reader, but your foggy brain asks anyway. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually.” He speaks as you move towards the bar beside the register. Grabbing an empty pitcher, you pour the milk inside and reach for the steamer. He drops a dollar into the tip jar, not giving you enough time to thank him for the unnecessary effort before he speaks again. “Are you free later?”

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Rafe and Lola have been friends since they were born, both shoved together by their families and being the same age, it was easy for them to grow closer throughout the years.

But there was always a line that was to never be crossed. A mutual understanding, of sorts.

A line that hardened the girl over the years when she started to notice how attractive Rafe got or the number of girls he went through right in front of her. Or the pang in her chest when he asked her for one of her friend's numbers. There was harmless flirting between the two, no more than teasing but it was still hard for Lola.

So she resorted to drowning herself in boys of her own choosing if only to keep her mind off of her best friend.

“Lola!”

From where she was leaning against the stairs, she could see the entire living room crowded with teenagers. Topper always knew how to throw a good party, “Yes Top?” She sipped her drink slowly, not looking at her blonde friend who joined her.

He rolled his eyes at her, “You can’t stand here all night, Lo.” He gestured to some of her friends that danced drunkenly, “Get out there.” Lola only shook her head slightly, “Not in the mood tonight.” she muttered with a shrug. It was true - and untrue. She showed up at the house excited to let loose with her friends but she almost immediately saw Rafe with his tongue down the throat of some brunette that was on his arm all night.

When they were in high school, Topper noticed her soft spot for Rafe, especially after he had asked one of her friends to prom and the tears in her eyes when he saw her leaving the school that day, “Lola-” he started but was cut off with a sharp look that told him to shut his big mouth up.

“I’m fine.” She shrugged and a smile grew on her lips as she saw one of the guys she hooked up with regularly and casually, and as if to say ‘see’ she sauntered over to the boy and leaned into his side, an arm immediately wrapping around her waist. Throwing a smile over her shoulder to Topper he only shook his head in disapproval at her coping mechanisms.

Rafe and Lola would kill each other, he vouched.

Lola spent the night perched on the boys lap, drinks placed in her hand accordingly until she unintentionally swayed to the beat of the music. The boy- Jack was his name placed a firm hand on her back to keep her steady. He was sweet, much too sweet for her and he knew about her problem with Rafe. And she knew about his broken heart that his ex-girlfriend gleefully ripped in two. They were using each other, sure, but they respected each other.

“Coming back to my place?” His voice was warm in her ear and she nodded, too eager to leave the party. She saw Rafe climbing the stairs with the same brunette to where she knew the guest rooms were, gritting her teeth. She let Jack’s hand slide up her back to rest behind her neck, “Let’s go.” Lola mumbled, standing up eyes still on the steps.

So she would let Jack fuck her until she couldn’t even think about the tall blonde that was crushing her heart.

“Fuck you,” she spat at Rafe who only grinned back at her, pleased with himself as he held the golf club with ease. They both took the game way too seriously to have a casual outing anymore and Rafe was now beating her, “Have you been practicing without me?” she demanded, ripping the club out of his hand and setting her own ball up. Lining her feet up he laughed warmly behind her, “I took Victoria here the other day.”

Barely listening to him, she hit the ball and watched it sail in the right direction with a grin. But Rafe continued and now she was listening, “You know her, I think. I took her to Topper’s party the other day.” So that was the brunette that he was with all night, “I didn’t actually see you that night, Lo. Did you go?”

“I was there.” She nodded as Rafe drove them to their balls much too slowly when all she wanted to do was sink into herself. There was nothing more she wanted to hear about concerning Rafe and the girl he was seeing, “You must have just been busy with Victoria.” Unable to keep the sarcastic edge out of her tone Rafe turned to look at her slightly with a frown.

“Or you must have been with that Ashford kid.” She rolled her eyes, Rafe made his opinions abundantly clear about her friend.

“Jack?”

“Who else do you hang all over when you go out?” He was serious, she noticed and let out a real laugh. Rafe only clenched his jaw, “Something funny Lo?” She nodded, “Yeah actually. You have a problem with who I hang out with?”

“Only the ones you fuck.”

She sucked in a breath, partly shocked and angry that he would have the nerve to say that to her face. So she nodded, heart beating too fast, “I am fucking him.” She spoke slowly but unwaveringly when she saw Topper and Kelce in the distance, “Careful Rafe.” she taunted “You sound jealous.” His head snapped to meet her eyes but she only rolled hers in response. Topper waved at the duo and Lola smiled at him, “You better leave him alone, Rafe.” She would kill Rafe if he went after Jack and she wouldn’t put it past Rafe to do something stupid.

Rafe only angrily stomped off to Kelce when the cart stopped and she rolled her eyes once more at the dramatics of him before joining Topper, “What's his deal?” Topper asked, watching his two friends stalk off.

“He’s mad at me.” she snorted and Topper asked why, “Because I’m fucking Jack Ashford.” She laughed again, finding the irony in the situation while Topper just sighed and shook his head.

“Tell him, Lola.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about Top” She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead, “I’m leaving actually. Let him wallow with you two.” She walked back over to the golf cart she and Rafe were using, ignoring Topper’s protest and drove back to the clubhouse.

The nerve of that boy.

Lola and her two friends dragged her along to one of the few bars in their area, easily using their fake ID’s to get in and quickly downing a few shots to get them in the mood.

“I’m gonna go dance,” she mumbled, taking the last shot in front of her and wincing at the taste. And that she did, Lola danced in the mass of people and laughed as she left carefree until her skin began to overheat.

“Lola!” she heard Eve yell and she turned in the direction of her two friends, one of which was in the face of another girl she didn’t recognize. Frowning she pushed through the crowd until she stood next to Eve who stared at their friend in worry.

“Sadie,” Lola started to intervene as their words started to change into yelling, “Come on.”

The girl she didn’t know laughed maliciously, “No - that little cunt kissed my boyfriend!” To which launched Sadie into an enraged furry, trying to reach around Lola that wedged herself in between the fight.

“What happened!” Lola raised her voice, eyeing Eve who cringed to the side. Sadie only laughed, “He kissed me! You crazy bitch!”

Lola wanted to groan, that was until the angry girlfriend spat out, “Whore!” Lola turned and smacked the girl across the face before anyone could have predicted the fight. If the crowd of people didn’t already know what was happening, then they certainly did now as the two girls fell in a heap on the floor, Lola on top.

“Get her, Lo!” Sadie yelled gleefully while Eve anxiously scrolled through her contacts, knowing they were about to get kicked out of the bar, if not arrested for being underage.

When Lola started throwing real punches and the bouncer began sifting through the dense crowd towards them she held the phone to her ear, “Rafe?” Rafe had basically grown up with Lola’s two friends as well and knew something was up at the sound of her voice, “What’s up, Eve?”

“Please come get us? Lola’s fighting some girl and-” she cut herself off, “We’re at Brothers.” Rafe cursed at the girls but hung up with the promise he’d be there soon.

The bouncers finally intervened, one grabbed Lola around the waist, the other two were dragging Sadie and the angry girlfriend out. Eve just followed behind with red cheeks while Lola cursed the bouncers to hell and back, Sadie still yelling at the other girl. They were unceremoniously dumped on the sidewalk outside, “You cause any problems out here and we’re calling the police.” The men looked at them pointedly and Eve prayed Rafe would show up and hopefully with his friends, she didn’t know if Rafe would be enough.

“Happy now? Your boyfriend probably has his tongue down someone else's throat.” Sadie crossed her arms as she stood next to Lola who looked crazed still, “Fucking psycho,” Lola muttered, catching the attention of the girl anyways.

“What did you call me?” her nasally voice rang true as she got back into Lola’s face and she only smiled.

“A. Fucking. Psycho.” Lola spat each word harshly as the girl's face turned red, Lola couldn’t react fast enough to dodge the hand that hit her cheek harshly. Eve could have cried when a familiar boy brushed past her and grabbed Lola around the waist and dragged her flailing body away.

“Rafe!” Sadie yelled in surprise, “I’m so glad you came.” She swayed slightly and Topper grabbed her elbow so she didn’t fall, “Topper too?” The drunk girl laughed forgetting all about the fight and the other girl finally stalked away, defeated.

“Lola calm the fuck down.” Rafe grabbed her jaw when he set her down in front of him finally. She hissed in pain and he let go, surveying her bruised face in disdain, “What the hell?” Rafe nodded to his friends behind them, telling them to get the other two girls home.

“She started it.” Lola crossed her arms stubbornly, “She insulted Sadie!” Rafe shook his head, a small smile graced his face and she softened immediately, “Don’t be mad at me,” She pouted, the alcohol making her a tad more open with her feelings. Rafe only laughed quietly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Let's get you home, Lo.” He walked the two of them to his car as she walked him through the fight, “I totally won too.” She finished with a victorious grin.

Rafe lifted her up into the car with a grin, “I’m sure you did, baby.” She warmed at the pet name that easily fell into their conversation and sat with a shit eating grin as he jumped into his side of the car, “Can I stay with you?”

Rafe nodded with a smile and began driving, “Course.”

Lola turned up the radio and began to hum to the songs she knew as Rafe could only watch her with a soft smile, “C'mon, Lo” He pulled her out of the car when they arrived at his familiar home and she only groaned and closed her eyes dramatically, “Fine,” he shrugged, “You leave me no choice.” He swiftly picked her up and walked them to the front door, setting her down on unsteady legs to unlock the door. Lola happily led the way to Rafe’s bedroom and began to sift through his closet for clothes to sleep in and took off her little top, hearing a slight cough behind her.

“What?” She turned around completely, the shirt clutched to her bare chest and a smirk on her face made him swallow harshly, “Put the shirt on, Lola.” She rolled her eyes at his seriousness and slipped the shirt on before dragging the skirt down her legs.

“You’re no fun, Rafe.” She mumbled, crawling into his bed and shifting under the covers. He only looked at her with a look she couldn’t decipher before shaking his head, “I’m going to the guest room. You can take my bed.”

“What?” She sat up on her elbows with a confused frown, “We’ve always shared a bed.”

Rafe rubbed his eyes in frustration, “We’re not kids anymore, Lola.”

She was utterly confused, “Rafe I slept here, with you, last week. What’s wrong with you?” Fully sitting up now she furrowed her eyebrows when he shook his head.

“It’s different now,”

“In the past four days, you mean?”

Rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “ Goodnight Lola.”

“Rafe Cameron!” She threw a pillow at his back when he turned to leave his own room and he sighed audibly again at her antics. She tried not to let it sting, wondering what changed to wedge a space in between them.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He groaned and she blinked rapidly, now on her knees on the bed.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m breaking your heart over this.”

Lola bit down on her bottom lip, “What if you were?” She looked at him with wide eyes, glassy from the alcohol and maybe her emotions. Rafe furrowed his brows as if confused with her admission but shook his head anyways, “You don’t mean that. Go to bed, Lo.”

“Fuck you, Rafe. I’m leaving.” She jumped off the bed, stumbling slightly and began to grab her clothes when Rafe snatched her upper arm, “Like hell you are.” But she was ready and shoved his chest until he stumbled backwards. “Tell me the truth.” Lola crossed her arms expectantly and Rafe looked equally annoyed.

So he shrugged, “I don’t want to mess things up with Victoria. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea of our relationship.” And suddenly she was a freshman in highschool again, Rafe had just started dating a girl he barely knew and she was alone. Rafe left her in the dust for a new girl because he ‘didn’t want them to get the wrong idea’.

And everytime she waited like a lost puppy for Rafe to call or text her, telling her he broke up with whoever he was seeing. Everything could go back to normal, she always thought. Always the faithful little friend.

So the sour look on her face fell to one of loss and Rafe had the nerve to ask what was the matter, she let out a dead laugh, “I’m not doing this anymore, Rafe. I won’t” She shook her head, her mind clear as his eyes reflected the opposite.

“What are you talking about?”

She began to grab her skirt, pulling it back up her legs, leaving his shirt on and pulling on the jacket she had, “You cannot throw me to the side when it is convenient for you. I won’t wait for you anymore. So you either find a way to balance or this is goodbye Rafe.” She clipped his shoulder on her way out the door before he turned to follow on her heels.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!!” He was angry with her. Good, she thought. And only when she reached his front door did she turn, “You think about that. Hell, even ask Topper. But I can’t do this anymore. I’m walking home.”

And that she did. The walk was really only five minutes as they lived on the same street and as usual her house was empty. Sitting in the empty kitchen in the dark, Lola pulled out her phone to see a few texts,

top: tell him.

rafe: are you home?

And lastly, one that made her stall,

jack: can I come over?

“Morning,” she mumbled into her pillow as she felt the boy next to her shift with a groan. Jack’s hands reached out until he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, burying his face into her neck tiredly, “morning lo.” his hands ran over her back in a comforting way that had her clinging to him, their legs tangled together.

But neither of them were who the other truly wanted to find next to them in the mornings.

Jack pulled away first, slowly sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He looked lost; sad even and she sat up behind him, running her hand up to his shoulder, “What happened?” she pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder as he covered his face with his hands. And there was always a reason for their visits.

“she moved on.” was all he said and Lola wrapped her arms around his waist from behinds and let them bask in the comfort for a little longer.

But it was her turn when he turned his body to face her, “why am I here?” he looked at her pointedly and she smirked, “because I love your company.” he smiled at her but they both knew it wasn't the truth, so he laid her back down and propped himself on his elbow to look at her from the side.

Lola sighed, looking from him to the ceiling over her, “he’s done with me.” she kept it short and sweet like he did but he still frowned, looking over her face as if to say who could possibly leave you behind? The sweetness of the boy next her here made her heart squeeze painfully, if only she could love him instead.

He kissed her deeply when the first tear fell on her cheek and didn’t stop until her mind went blank with pleasure as he rocked into her late into the morning sun. Only when they both collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply, did she look at him but there were simply no words to say.

*part 2

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe #rafe cameron x oc

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appleteez · 3 years

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Safe Space

Pairing: Hongjoong x reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, bully to lover.

Warnings(I usually never have warnings but here we go): bullying, mention of hitting people, mention of mental illness, mention of brutality, blood (very slightly), well and I guess sex.

Word count: 7153

A/N: WOW !! Ok so this is my longest so far, and it’s.. I mean I’m really really proud of this one. Like note for people who don’t like angst, it’s not that bad and honestly, the ending is so fluff it’s barely angst to me. The worst thing in there is a psycho best friend but it ends well too I’m just too soft.. I really hope you guys enjoy this, and I’m scared to post it ngl because I worked so hard on this one and love it so much, I’m scared to get 3 notes like on my last writing.. But here you go I guess ! :D I hope you enjoy it and don’t hesitate to let me know please :]

Last reason why this story is important to me. My close friends know I’m a ult Monbebe. (MX all the way idc). However it’s only recently that I realized that Hongjoong is.. my comfort idol. Which is kinda crazy from me who’s never had an ult bias, or biases in general. So yeah~ :]

I look at him sitting on the ground his head low. My friends smiling and taking his hat off, pushing him around, calling him names. I sigh and close my eyes.

“Yah! Guys, come on, let’s go.” I say turning around. My friends just laugh and leave following me. Once they pass me, I turn around and see him still sitting on the ground, his head low and his right hand rubbing his forehead. “Tsk.”

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I walk through the busy hallways, my school bag hanging onto my shoulders. I hear, like everyday, people’s voice and eyes floating towards me.

“You’re so popular~” My friend, Heebon coos by my right side.

“Stop saying that.”

“Ah~ So strict..” She sighs, still with an amused smile on her face. “I guess that makes sense as class president.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I think, you would be more likable if you were to smile more often.”

“I don’t think, I’ve ever seen her smile.” My other friend, Soyi speaks up from my left.

“All of that is nonsense.” I sigh coming up to my shoe locker to get my outside shoes out. I open the little door and then, three little packs of chocolate fall out, and two letters with hearts on it.

“It’s valentine’s day everyday for you.” Soyi smirks.

“I really have to get a lock on this thing..” I pick up the chocolates and give them to Heebon, known for her sweet tooth. I then give the letters to Soyi as she collects them, I’m not too sure why.

“You won’t even read them?”

“It’s a waste of time.” I get my shoes out and switch them with my indoor shoes. “They’re all the same anyways.”

“Well, at least don’t put a lock on it. I like getting chocolates everyday !”

“You need to slow down on the sugar Heebon.”

“Ah? What? No!” We all get ready to leave, and once we get through the gates we hear the voice of my third friend calling out. Her name was Hea, she was tall, too tall.

“Hey guys! Why didn’t you wait for me? It’s not because you’re on the school’s council that you’re too cool for me, ok?” She whines out of breath.

“Pfft~ We did come get you but you were sleeping.” Heebon laughs with Soyi.

“Ah.. Why didn’t you wake me up then!”

“Anyway, are we gonna play with him today?” My ears become sharp at the second he’s mentioned.

“I don’t—“

“Yess !! I can’t wait !!!” Heebon cuts me off jumping around.

“Ahh~ Can’t wait.” Hea smiles, and I furrow my eyebrows lightly.

“What is it Y/N?” Soyi asks. She was quieter than the other two, and more observant. I couldn’t get anything passed her.

“I guess.. I don’t feel so good. You guys go ahead without me today.” I say turning around to leave them.

“Wouah? Just like that?” Heebon whines while watching me walk away.

“Have fun.” I say plainly, without meaning it a single bit.

After having looks and whispers going my way when I was in school. Now, it was also happening in the streets. That’s all due to my very distinctive uniform. Red skirt, navy blue blazer proudly decorated with the best girl school’s emblem in the city, finally a black beret. What made my uniform even more special, was the little golden barrette on my chest indicating that I was class president. As much as this uniform was known and respected, it also meant I had to be very careful with my actions while wearing it. Something I haven’t been doing lately.

I think back to the night, there he was, sitting on the floor, head low. I feel my cheeks burn up with shame and disgust. When did I become such..

“Y/N?” I jump from my thoughts and look besides me.

“So—Soyi? What—“

“I told you, I’m coming with you, but you went full on zone out mode for the last five minutes.” She says with her same emotionless expression.

“So-sorry, I really didn’t see you.”

“Say, Y/N.” This tone, I knew what it meant. Me and my three friends had everything but a healthy relationship. We did everything together, like a pact. To a point where when one of us grew apart just a bit, a group conversation was needed. Like an intervention, but not in a cute way, and asking the person if she’s ok. More like, why are you like that? That’s not you? What about us? Us. Us. Us. Always us. “What’s going on lately.”

“Nothing, just tired I guess.”

“What about Hongjoong.” That name resonates in my ears. “How come.. you’re not—“

“If we have that conversation Soyi, we will both regret it. Leave it at that.” I turn to look at her. Her slightly surprised expression makes me realize that my words sounded maybe harsh.

“Y/N, I just hope that, you understand if you get away from us, from this little business, it’s not gonna be as easy as something else. There’s a lot at stake. Our futures are included.”

“That’s exactly why I can’t risk it.”

“Y/N~” Her voice sounded scary. She was smiling, almost laughing, Soyi was crazy. “We both know you like hurting people. You enjoy bullying and feeling powerful.” My eyes twitch out of disgust. I never did. I always hated it. I just happened to grow up in a group of crazy psychopaths.

“I won’t say anything. Just leave me out of this for now. Goodnight Soyi.” I say simply leaving her. I hear her stop in her track and then ‘tsk’ lightly.

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I look out the window, my homework laid out in front of me. It is dark outside, and Hongjoong is stuck in my head. What was happening? What did they do to him this time? I start regretting not going, as I realize I’m usually the one telling them to stop. I pass my hand lightly over my eyebrows trying to massage my slight headache away. This was killing me.

“Mom, I’m going out for a bit.” I say not bothering to get out of my sweatpants and sweater. I put on simple white snickers and put on my glasses not feeling like putting my contacts back in.

I start walking the dark street of the city my hands in my pockets. Before I knew it, I was walking faster and faster, and in a specific direction. I stop in my tracks as I see something from the corner of my eyes. There he was, sitting on a bench, in a little playground.

Now that I was here, and he was right there, I have no idea what to do. I can’t just come up to him and start talking to him as if nothing had ever happened. I observe the way he moves around. He looks like he’s trying to rub off dirt off his uniform. I look down, his shoes are missing. I chip lightly, annoyed and disgusted at my friends behavior, if I could even call them like that at this point. I decide to swallow my stupid pride and walk over to him. As he hears the crunching sound of my shoes on the tiny rocks he looks up. His expression going from confused to shocked and scared real fast. He leans back a bit and I swallow at the nasty reaction I give him, guilt only building up more and more.

“Hong—“ My voice gets caught up in my throat. I can feel my cheeks reddening as I clear it and try to speak up again. “Hongjoong.” He looks at me confused. I mean understandable, I’m also not sure what to tell him. “Sorry.” Comes out extremely naturally though. “I really am.”

“What?”

“I would usually, try and find an excuse for my actions. Try to find a rational explanation for my behavior. However, the way I acted towards you.. there’s no explanation for this. I’m so extremely sorry, for my behavior and for their behavior.” I say disgust coming out as I mention Soyi, Heebon and Hea.

“I— I’m not really sure what to say.. Thanks? Hum.. I mean.”

“You don’t have to say anything. There’s nothing much to say. Oh..” I pull out a blue hat from my pocket. “Here, your hat, I got it from Soyi when she wasn’t looking.”

“Thanks.” He smiles. He smiled. He actually smiled at me. Was he just simply that pure? That whole interaction only adding onto my guilt.

“Can I sit?” I point to the spot next to him.

“Su—sure yeah.” He scoots a bit and I sit next to him staying silent for a bit, but then he decides to speak up. “What.. mhh.. what made you like, change like that?” He asks almost more embarrassed than me.

“I wouldn’t say change. It was never really my thing. Soyi, Heebon, Hea.. I grew up with them. Our moms are childhood best friends too. I only knew them my whole life. They turned out to be a little.. I don’t know. I was just not judgmental enough and followed them into their actions. I only know them, so I never really developed thoughts of my own. But, I know for sure, hitting people, bullying and harassing is not me.” I say feeling tears coming up. “Ahh.. Sorry, I feel so ashamed. You’re the one being bullied and harassed and here I am the one crying and complaining..” I say in pure disgust of myself.

“Don’t say that. In a way, you were also bullied. It’s just a different kind of bullying. You were peer pressured into doing something that isn’t you. In some cases, this is worst than being physically bullied. You end up in a conflict with people and with yourself. There’s nothing worst than being a conflict with your own person Y/N.” The way my name came out so softly from his lips. How could he say such kind words to me after everything. “Plus, I think it makes sense now. You never really pushed me hard, or hit me for real. Lately, I realized that you just stood on the side and stopped them every time it was getting too much. Plus.. it was you right?”

“Uh?”

“I always magically got back the stuff they took from me. My bag pack was at school the next day, my shoes in my locker, my glasses in my mailbox. At first, I thought it’d be crazy if it was one of you guys but..” He smiles. “It makes so much sense now. I can tell you’re really not a bad person Y/N.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here today to get your shoes back or stop them..”

“Don’t worry, this is worth way more.”

“Hongjoong.” I stand up and he just looks at me with a questioning look on his face. “Let’s go to the store, I’ll buy you shoes.”

“What? No.” He laughs, it’s absolutely adorable and beautiful. “Don’t worry Y/N, honestly.”

“Hongjoong, as a peace offering.” I must have looked desperate or sad for him to directly look worried and accept right away.

“Alright then~”

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“Aren’t those ones prettier though?” I say looking at shoes that were extremely similar to mine.

“Do you only wear one kind of shoes Y/N?” He laughs.

“I just like it simpler I guess?”

“What about those?” He point at light blue snickers.

“They match you well~ Do they have your size?”

“Let’s see..” He says while scrolling through the boxes under the model shown. “Ah! Here~” He says all happy taking them out of the pile. He tries them on and it’s a perfect fit.

“Cinderella in here.” I laugh lightly and he looks up at me surprised. “Mhh? What? Are they not ok?”

“It’s the first time I see you laugh or even joke.”

“I—Mhh.. You’re right.” I put my hand in front of my mouth trying to hide a small blush decorating my cheeks. “I guess.. I haven’t been myself in a while.. I’m really enjoying myself right now.”

“You know Y/N, you don’t have to speak so formally all the time.” He laughs taking off the shoes to put them back in the box. “Do you speak formally to your friends?” Is he calling himself, my friend?

“Not really? I don’t know. I’m sorry, I honestly still feel so guilty about everything and it’s hard to be 100% percent comfortable.”

“I understand. Well just know that once those shoes are paid for. You’re 100% forgiven as if nothing had ever happened. Y/N..” He stands up genuinely smiling at me. “You’re a good person, I can clearly see that. And if for whatever reason this is some kind of new bullying and you end up telling me “sike” at the end, well.. life goes on.”

“It’s not what’s happening at all.”

“Then we’re all good aren’t we?”

“I guess we are.” I smile back at him. “But Hongjoong, you should keep the shoes on. I’m buying them for that reason.”

“Oh? You’re right!” He sits back down to put them back on and we go to the register to pay for them.

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From that day on, I either always tried to distract the girls from going to Hongjoong, or I will ask Hongjoon to meet me somewhere where the girls couldn’t find him. Eventually we grew closer and closer, and we would spend most of our time together after school.

We were sitting at the coffee table in my traditional living room, which was decorate with a simple TV, my dad’s shrine, and some cushions to sit on the soft floor. It was starting to be cold outside, so Hongjoong helped me take out the heating cover to put over the table, our legs being nice and warm under it.

“I swear the god, I don’t understand why they had to add letters in math. I was doing really well without them.” Hongjoong complains once again. I lean towards him a little to see what he was stuck on.

“Oh, so when that happens just unfold everything. Find what you have in common and cross them out. Like that.” I show him an example without solving his problem for him.

“Oh you’re one of those, ‘Ill help you but won’t give you the answer’.”

“Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” He starts laughing at my quote and I just smile. “Too lame?”

“No, but you’re not wrong for sure. You’re really helping me, and it actually makes more sense if I do it this way, thanks.” I laugh with him a bit, when I see my phone light up. “Mhh? Getting a call?”

“Looks like Heebon, I kinda left without telling them anything.”

“Are you not gonna get it?”

“Mhh.. Wait.” I pick my phone up and wait until it stops ringing. I wait for a bit, and when I see it light up again, I decide to pick the line up, thinking she won’t leave me alone. “Hello?”

“Y/N!!! WHY ARE YOU NEVER WITH US ANYMORE????” Heebon complains loudly into the microphone.

“Ngh-“ I pull it away from my face after the damage it had on my ear. “You don’t need to yell. I just went home early to study.”

“You’re super smart and don’t need to study. What are you talking abouuut~” She whines some more.

“Give it to me.” I hear a deeper voice in the background, it was definitely Soyi. “Hello, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Is he with you?”

“What?”

“You’ve been hanging out with Hongjoong lately haven’t you?” My eyes naturally go to Hongjoong, he could hear the conversation based on the look he was giving me.

“I don’t see how this is any of your business.”

“Tsk.. Ok then we’re coming over.”

“No you’re not.” I say starting to sound irritated and annoyed. She stayed silent for a bit. Then a hear a little chuckle.

“You’re playing such a dangerous game Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow then~” She hangs up. I sigh, her raspy deep voice was stuck in my head. Soyi was the real crazy one, and that was definitely a threat.

“You should report her.”

“What? I—“

“Y/N, she just threatened you.”

“It’s whatever, she won’t do anything. Hea and Heebon won’t let her.” I try to reassure him, and maybe more myself. Sure they’ve bullied and hit Hongjoong before, but Soyi never really showed what she was capable of. I was the only one who saw it. When this girl talked down on her and humiliated her in middle school. That’s when I realized how dangerous and crazy she was. The girl ended up in the hospital and had to move away afterwards. Soyi, never showed any remorse, if anything she was smiling the whole time and managed to make it look like a bad accident. She had the power and the brain. She had everything to become a dangerous being. Way more dangerous than she already is.

I try to get those thoughts out of my head my shaking it lightly. I turn to Hongjoong and smile at him. He smiles back and without a word we go back to our work. After a while we decide to make dinner and finally, Hongjoong went home, leaving me alone as my mom was out of town.

Nights like this with Hongjoong became frequent. Especially when my mom was out on a business trip. He would come to keep me company and I enjoyed every minute of it. He’s not specifically the best cook but he’s always happy to help. Those nights are so simple yet they mean everything to me.

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My school shoes resonate in the stairs as they hit the floor after each step. I can feel the eyes and whispers towards me once again. Although they’re different lately. The school council, who used to always be together, was now separated. I walk the hallways by myself to get to the teacher’s room. I knock before entering and I’m greeted by the principal, some teachers, and Soyi and Heebon. Heebon gives me a huge smile and Soyi barely acknowledges me.

“Alright, now that the president is here, we can start the meeting about the end of the semester grades for the classes.”

We mainly talk about student’s grade and future plan for the next semester. I barely get involved, my eyes too focused on Soyi. After a very long hour, we’re free to go, and what had to happen eventually happens.

“Y/N, come with us.” I raise an eyebrow at the sudden request and I just sigh.

“There’s no point in me doing so. I’ll see you another time.”

“Come with us, or you’ll seriously regret it.” Soyi didn’t sound menacing in this sentence. If anything she was almost smiling, which if you know Soyi, is when you should be scared out of your mind. Heebon looks at her, and I’m seeing for the first time ever a worried look on her face. Little Heebon, that always smiles and has fun, even she could sense something wrong.

“Yah.. Soyi, if she doesn’t want to come—“ She doesn’t have to say anything to shut Heebon up right away. Her cold grey eyes stare at her until she naturally retracts herself, trying to look as small as possible. I sigh and just follow them towards the empty classroom we used to hang out in. Hea was already in there, sitting at a table, laying her head down. She looks up with a lazy smile once she hears us enter the room, but this smile drops quickly when Soyi closes the door loudly. The wooden door has barely time to touch the frame, that she pulls me by my hair and pulls me hard until my head hit the wall.

“SOYI !!!” Heebon yells trying to stop her, but I’m already on the floor, nose bleeding, and Soyi is hitting me senseless. Hea stands up and runs towards her to stop her.

“You fucking MORON !! You think you’re fucking better than us ?! Hu?! What? Like you stop bullying people, you’re so fucking perfect now?” She sounds crazy. Hea has a grip on her, but the moment she let’s her go, I know I’m in for another. “Fucking whore.”

“Uh?” I raise my head at the last word.

“Going to Hongjoong, to say sorry, just so he can later stick his head between your legs.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” I finally stand up, anger finally filling me up.

“Oh come on ! It’s so fucking obvious that he’s ramming into you every night. There’s not fucking way, you would stop bullying someone out of the blue just because you became fucking better.”

“Listen to you, you fucking freak ! You’re so fucking self centered, and yet you can’t fucking accept that you’re the bully. Not only to Hongjoong, to me, to Heebon, to Hea ! You’re a manipulative bastard ! I always followed you, thinking that I was the weird one, but fuck Soyi ! You sent a girl into a fucking coma because she said she didn’t like you !” I start yelling at her and she looks taken aback by my sudden confession. “You’re fucking crazy.” This time, it was utter disgust coming out of my mouth. I felt like a bully, after her eyes look down and Hea can let go of her. “Don’t you fucking realize what you did? You made this.” I point to myself and the girls. “You made our relationship so fucking toxic, we can’t even tell what’s wrong from right. You made it ok to do horrible things, just as long as we did it together, because you knew you couldn’t get away from doing stuff like that by yourself. You pushed me and them into bullying people, because you didn’t want to seem like the only crazy one. Soyi, you need help.”

“Guys please..” Heebon says in a weak voice and I realize she’s been crying all along.

“Only, the moment I realized that, you panicked right away. The moment, I left you guys for the first time, you knew it, and you followed me. Not even wondering if I was ok or anything, no.. You were only worried about yourself. About how, if I left, then there was a risk of getting caught. Soyi, have you even, ever thought about us as real friends? Me, Hea and Heebon. When you look at us and what you’ve done to us, and the other guys you’ve bullied and made us bully. Have you ever had pity for them or any kind of remorse?” Her eyes say everything but ‘yes I have’. She couldn’t help herself, because. “Soyi, you’re mentally ill. Of course you’ve never felt sorry. Of course you’ve never seen us as friends. All you think about is yourself and you can’t help it.”

“Shut up.” She spits at me.

“You need help.”

“I don’t.”

“Take a fucking look at me Soyi !” I start yelling again. “Take a good fucking look at me ! Look what you did to us ! We’re fucking brought down to beating each other up in an empty classroom ! Open your eyes Soyi, for god sake !” But maybe, as tears start falling down Soyi’s eyes, there was still some human left in her. Just maybe.

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Hea and Heebon waited at the school for Soyi’s mom to pick her up. I directly left for home trying to hold my tears in since she bashed my head into the wall. I finally get to my little gate, and once I close it and have a full view on my front door, I see Hongjoong sitting on the stairs playing with a stray kitten. Suddenly, my heart seem to become lighter. As if, everything that happened earlier, had never occurred. That’s when I realize, that Hongjoong is my safe place, my first ever safe place.

“Hey..” I say shyly, and he looks up with a smile that drops right after seeing the blood on my face.

“Oh my god, Y/N are you ok?” He comes to me, naturally bringing both his hands to cup my cheeks.

“Nothing really bad don’t worry.” I feel my cheeks burning up at the contact.

“Did Soyi do that to you?”

“Yes.. But, I don’t think I’ll have to fear her for a while.” I push his hands down but keep them in mine.

“Did you beat her?” I laugh, and I feel his fingers enlacing themselves with mine.

“Well, I took the beating, but.. We had a heart to heart conversation. I mean.. More me yelling at her that she’s fucking crazy but, I guess I made her realize that it was time to get proper help.”

“What about Heebon and Hea?”

“I haven’t had a good chance to talk to them, but when I left they both hugged me and said ‘thank you’. It really sounded like they were glad it was finally over. But that’s not really what I want to think about at the moment.” I laugh a bit embarrassed. I look up and he’s just smiling at me. He looks so incredibly proud. Having that look on me, this was it, I can’t contain the tears anymore. I feel them trickling down one by one, making my cheeks cold due to the beginning of winter wind. He brings his hands up again to wipe them off slowly, while looking at every details my face had to give to him. Every little lip quiver, eyebrow raise, and slow blinks that make more tears fall.

“Hey, it’s alright ok?” He end up taking me in his arm, allowing me to bury my face in his chest. It was the first time that Hongjoong hugged me. It felt like nothing could get to me at this point, and yet I’ve never felt more vulnerable than this before. “Let’s go inside, and I’m gotta treat your wounds ok?”

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“It hurts!”

“Stop moving, oh my GOD !” He takes a hold of my wrists to keep me in place.

“I don’t want to get taken care off ! The movies are lying ! It’s not that nice ! It HURTS !!!”

“Yah ! Why are you being so dramatic !!” I raise my arms to get rid of his hold, but instead fall backwards with him following me to the soft ground. If my mom were to come home at this moment, the misunderstanding would be understandable. His face is inches from my now very much bright red face, and his hands pinning mine above my head. “See what you did by moving around so much.” He says in a normal voice, actually, no, it was almost a whisper. I don’t answer, and he doesn’t say anything more, as well as not moving at all. His eyes slightly glance at my lips, and back up to my eyes.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Looked at my lips?”

“I didn’t look at your lips.”

“Yes you did.” Silence again, I can even hear him swallow.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Is that why you looked at my lips?” He scoffs dropping his head almost in the crock of my neck.

“You’re so annoying.” I scoff a bit too and he looks back up.

“You think you’re not ann—“ I start pouting, but he stops my whining by leaning in to connect our lips. My eyes stay open out of surprise and I get to see his flutter close. It was so pretty, his lashes brushing against his upper cheeks. A small red taint starting to form on them. I smile and just close my eyes as well. Once he pulls away, my lips feel empty and I open my eyes slowly, the room feeling too bright. He looks at me, his face not specifically pulling away. His nose was still almost brushing mine. When he realizes I stay silent, a flash of worry goes over his face.

“Sorr—“

“Again.”

“W—What?”

“Do it again. I forgot what you did.” I say my eyes on his lips, almost under a spell. His lips become pointy on the sides as he smiles, and leans in again to connect our lips together. This time, I bring my hand up to his cheek to pull him down harder against me. I want to feel him much more than this. Our lips start to dance together, and soon, our tongues. Before I know it, the living room is filled with catch of breaths, little moans, and kissing sounds.

His hand naturally goes to rest on my waist. I wave of delicious shivers washes over my body, and my legs start to close themselves to feel some kind of friction. However, he stops that from happening, by lowering himself between my legs, and here it is. I feel it, poking against my underwear as my skirt had gone up my legs. The hand on my waist goes down to caress my exposed thigh, up and down. I start feeling him bucking his hips up, and a moan escapes my mouth as his erection goes up and down my heat.

“Ah~ Joongie.” I whimper out and he raises his head lightly to look at me.

“Y/N.. Let me make you feel good.” He whispers in my ear, his hand caressing my thigh moving lightly under my skirt but staying away from my heat. Unable to let another word leave my mouth, I simple nod. Once he go the ‘ok’, he start to unbutton my shirt as well as kissing my warm, now exposed, skin. Until he reaches the end, he let’s both ends of the shirt fall on the side. He takes the small side zipper of my skirt between his teeth and brings it down. Soon enough, my skirt goes down as well, until I’m at my most vulnerable. He takes one of my hands and enlaces our fingers together. As he starts to adjust himself right by my core. He caresses the side of my finger with his thumb and kisses my knuckles lightly. This act so gentle, while I had used those hands on him before. Each kiss felt as if he was taking all of those bad actions away. “Your hands are so pretty~” He says with a small smile on his lips.

After those simple words came out of his mouth. That’s when it hit me completely. How Hongjoong was and always will be my safe space. He could make the worst things disappear with a couple of words and a smile. Even in moments like this one.

He let’s my hand go, and locks his arms around my thighs to keep them in place. He starts to kiss the sides of my core, and soon, his lips are kissing my covered bud. He goes on for a bit like this, licking up and down, kissing and even sucking, without taking off my panties. The more he did that, the more drenched they got, and the more I was sensible to every little details. As little as feeling his breath against the wet fabric. Once he’s done teasing, he comes back up.

“Y/N, are you ok with going further?” He says kissing my jawline. Once again, I can only nod as an answer. He breaths shakily, and reaches back to his bag. He pulls out a golden foil.

“Why do you walk around with that in your bag?”

“Well aren’t you glad we have it now?” I give him a questioning look and he just smiles, as he undoes his belt. “For moments like that.”

“Does it happen often.” I say unsure start to rest on my elbows and closing my legs.

“No.. I just figured you never know because, I don’t know. I’ve been spending a lot of time at your house and I thought we were.. You know? I just wanted to be safe.” Even his explanation about such things were, just plain pure in a weird way. I relax after his explanation, and he goes back to undoing his pants and pulling them down.

“Have you.. hum?” He understands my question right away.

“Never, you?” I shake my head no. He pulls his shirt off leaving me with a view of his toned torso. Once his pants and shirt are completely off, he puts the condom on the side for a second and hovers me, tilting his head to the side with a warm smile on his lips. “It’s fine ok?”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t force you to do anything.” He caresses some hair out of my face and lands a kiss on my forehead then my nose, and finally my lips. So light, I couldn’t hear it. I smile back, and his smiles gets wider. He goes back sitting on his knees, and this time he takes the foil in his hands. I look between his legs and feel bad. Due to this little moment he wasn’t as hard as a minute ago. I raise myself up and go on all four in front of him. He looks at me with a questioning look, but this look turns directly into pure bliss mixed with surprise when I lay the tip of my tongue over his covered bulge. His mouth slightly agape, and his eyes going from wide open to shut close.

“You helped me so well earlier, I’ll just return the favor~” I pull his boxers down slowly, until his length springs against his stomach. The small contact with my tongue had already gotten him harder. He sits back, resting his upper body on his hands behind him. His legs spread just enough so I could fully take off his blue boxers and sit between them afterwards. My hand directly resting on his thighs as I lower back my head, taking the base of his length in my other hand. I lick lightly his precum covered tip, and spread it until I finally take him fully in my mouth. The taste of salty skin wasn’t appetizing, but right now, it seemed like I had been craving it, his noises and reactions only making me want to get more and more. I take him as far as I can, and accidentally choke around him making him release such a sweet sound of pure bliss.

“Fuck Y/N.. that’s too good~” He says looking at me through lustful lashes. “Get back up.” He takes my arm and pulls me to his face. He kisses me a few times before giving his attention to the condom. I see him trying to open it with shaking hands as I get rid of my panties. He finally gets the rubber out and starts to roll the condom on himself, his hands still slightly shaking.

“You ok?” I put my hands over his, to fully and properly put it on.

“Well you know how to put a condom on really well..”

“It’s not because I go to an only girl school, that we’re not taught that kind of stuff.”

“You are?” He says surprised, his hands laying on my hips to pull me lightly on him, so I could straddle him.

“No, I looked it up myself..” I say my cheeks turning slightly red, and he just laughs.

“Did you learn anything else on your little search?”

“As a matter of fact.” I raise myself above his length and take his member to position it right at my dripping entrance. I shiver as his penis touches my core for the first time, and wiggle my hips lightly to find the right spot. Once I get it, I lower myself lightly onto him. When his tips is in, I pull my hand away, and they both land on his lower stomach as I completely sink into him, as series of gasps and small breaths of relief leaving my lips. I stay seated for a bit and I finally look up to Hongjoong. His upper body is still resting on his hands behind him. His mouth is agape and he’s breathing heavy.

Surprisingly enough, I do not feel that much of a burning sensation, and I start to move lightly, just back and forth to feel him inside of me. He instinctively repositions himself to rest on one hand so the other could go hold onto my waist.

“Ah fuck..” He breathes out. I start finally going up and down slowly still trying to adjust to the new sensation, but mainly trying to adjust to Hongjoong’s facial expressions. Every little movement his face is making, makes the whole going up and down onto him more delicious. Knowing how I make him feel, only makes this much more enjoyable. “Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last long.” He says between labored breaths.

“It’s fine..” I reply struggling to speak as much as he does. “Fuck..” I close my eyes, and feel his abs contract. I open them back up, he had let himself lay back down onto the floor. His hands took my wrists to bring me down with him, until my chest was laying flat against his. The sensation of my warm skin against his warm skin, makes me almost go crazy on the spot. I rest on my elbow, the rest of my arm laying flat next to his head. His hands travel down to my lower back, and his lips to my neck. When I least expect it, He holds down my hips and starts to snap his hips up into mine making me almost yell out. I grit my teeth hard, my eyes opening wide, and finally his name comes out loudly out of my mouth.

“Like that?” He says in my ear, his voice filled with lust and something else. Something like pride, to be able to take me like that and make me lose complete composure of myself.

“Fuck Joongi more.. Ah~” He starts going faster and harder, filling up the room with such lewd sounds. I start feeling my lower stomach tightening. My head is buzzing, and I’m starting to see white dots around. I close my eyes, the white dots still present, and the simple action of closing my eyes, makes all the feelings down there a hundred times more powerful.

“Fuckfuckfuck.. I’m gonna cum..” He says without one second slowly down, and I snap on the spot. The sensibility in between my legs being too much, a huge wave of pleasure washes over my body making me feel tingly and warm. My head goes blank for a hot minute and I’m almost drooling. I clench harder than ever around him and he lets out a long grunt as he desperately thrusts up a few more times until he comes undone. His thrusts becoming slow and sloppy just to ride out highs out. It’s only once I start feeling myself again, that I wish I had been able to see his face when he came. “Fuck.. I wish I could have seen your face when you came..” He says in a scoff, still having a hard time to catch his breath. I laugh lightly at the irony and stand back up, still sitting on his laps, him still inside of me. I look at him, he smiles up at me warmly, bringing on arm up to rest behind his head, the other one still resting on my hip.

“Thanks..” I blur out.

“Uh?” He looks at me confused, yet the smile was still there, his mouth still agape.

“Not for— Well, wait.” I slowly pull myself out of him, he takes off the condom, and sits next to me. “Hum.. What I mean is.. For everything. Thanks.” He raises both his eyebrows still a little surprised and confused.

“I don’t really understand why you’re saying thanks.”

“For a second chance, for forgiving me, fo—“

"Wait wait wait.” He takes my hands in his. “Let me stop you right there. You do realize that, if.. if you hadn’t come out that one night, in the park. Tonight would have been much more different. I would probably be in another dark alley, trying to get my stuff back together, if.. if I was still here.” He says the last part almost like a whisper. “Not matter what happened before, the moment you stood up for me, and came to apologize, which I think is the hardest thing to do in this situation, well.. the moment you did that, everything was forgotten Y/N. Because that action surpasses everything else. Not even mentioning how to low-key took a beating today for me, but not only.. For yourself too. If anything should be thankful it’s me, and if you have to be thankful to anyone, it should be yourself. You’ve grown so much, and you became the good, the amazing person you were always meant to be, by realizing that these people were bringing you down, and by calling them out for that. So don’t thank me, thank yourself.” He takes a strand of hair on my face and gently puts it behind my ear. “I’m just extremely lucky to have met you, not matter the circumstances.” I smile at his sweet words then laugh lightly. “What now?” He smiles confused.

“I don’t know, I thought.. It’s a bit funny to have such a serious conversation after what we just did and without our clothes on..” I say my cheeks turning red and making him laugh his heart out.

“Well, I don’t mind at all. You’re like this safe space to me Y/N. No matter what happens outside, when I’m with you I feel like nothing can happen to me here. Like a close, cozy bubble.”

“Your safe space?”

“Yeah, and I don’t mind being naked in my safe space~” I’m the one laughing now.

“Yeah me neither.” Hongjoong ended up spending the night. Well, we talked during most of it. My head resting on his chest, his hand holding mine under the warmth of my heavy cover. The universe put Hongjoong in my way in the most messed up way, but at this point, I’m just glad he got put in my way in the first place. Who knows, what I would be now without him. Just thinking about being completely consumes by Soyi’s delusional state, almost made me cry.

However, when Hongjoong’s hand was holding mine. When I could hear his heartbeat and feel his breathing. His scent washing over me. Anything remotely bad that could have happened, just seemed to be a really bad joke. That’s what it feels like to have a safe space. A place were I can feel confident, that I will not suffer any type of harm. Hongjoong is my safe space, and I was also now his.

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kopikokun · 4 years

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Spilled Drinks & Study Sessions༄ mark l.

↳ When you’re forced into a study session with your next door neighbour Mark, who also happens to be your academic rival in school, things go south very quickly.

pairing; mark lee x reader

genre; fluff, slight angst, enemies to lovers (more like friends, but anyway)

wordcount; 2503 words

author’s note; how the hell do you guys write e2l and make the transition so smooth? bro i could never. also, the header pic is different than what i normally do :/ it’s kinda eh, but i liked the picture so i had to do something with all that empty space

Request 26: Mark + “Oh, are you ticklish?” (73) + “Why are you naked?” (109)

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

The animosity between you and Mark is intense and painstakingly obvious to everyone around you. Well, everyone besides your parents, you suppose.

“Can you stop being so loud? You’re distracting me,” you grumble, angrily flipping through your homework.

“Well, I’m sorry for breathing.” Mark rolls his eyes at you. “Would you rather I stop entirely instead and drop dead right here, right now?”

“At least it would be quieter if you did.” You press your pen down harder, taking your rage out on your poor, innocent worksheet. If you’re going to blame anyone for the excruciating torture your homework is enduring, you’d blame Mark. Even if it technically isn’t his fault, you’d still pin the blame on him.

“What’re you gonna do with my body? You wouldn’t be able to lift me, I mean, you couldn’t even open that can of Coke.”

Your cheeks grow warm, mentally replaying the image of a grinning Mark as he effortlessly opened your can of Coke, the soft hiss of its fizz taunting you. Mark had puffed up his chest triumphantly like he was some kind of hero. For crying out loud, he had only opened a can of Coke, not saved his country. It still bruised your pride though, having to ask for help from Mark, your sworn rival since middle school. Childish, you know, but you’re certain that Mark thinks of you as such too.

“Whatever,” you fumble for a name to call him, “nerd.” Mark snickers at you. “My fingers were just slippery.” He arches a brow, challenging you, and you scowl. “I wouldn’t be able to lift you because you’re heavy, fatass. Not because I’m weak.” You twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “And look who’s talking, Mr. I-Can’t-Open-Doors.”

Mark flushes crimson as he silently fumes. “That was because I was pushing the pull door!”

“That’s even worse, Mark,” you tease, unable to suppress a smile. “Dumbass,” you mumble below your breath, enjoying the way Mark seethes.

“You’re calling me a dumbass? If I remember correctly, I was the one who placed above you last term.” Mark haughtily flips a page in his workbook. “Which I think is why your parents want me to tutor you.”

You throw a measly eraser shaving at Mark in rebuttal. “You know that’s not why I’m here!” Another shaving is thrown at Mark’s head, yet he doesn’t even look up at you. “In fact, your parents probably wanted me here so I could babysit you!”

Neither you or Mark are right. Your parents just chucked you together because they thought that after all those years of living beside one another and having weekly dinners together, you two would be absolutely wonderful buddies, and you can’t fault them for assuming such a thing.

Logically speaking, you and Mark are supposed to be the bestest of friends. As much as you dislike the word, it seems as if fate has decided that you two are meant for each other. Gross.

In almost every situation possible, you and dear Markie boy over here have been unwillingly strung together—from group projects, to assigned seats, you two just can’t get a break from one another.

Your parents had innocently thought that having a little study session while they went out for a double date with Mark’s parents would be beneficial for you two. Perhaps even fun. Fun, your ass.

All those years spent with Mark hasn’t made you friends, no, it’s made you rivals.

Yeah, so not sworn enemies, but what’s life without a little exaggeration?

You’ve always been a bright kid, some would even go as far to say that you’re ‘gifted’, but you think ‘persevering’ is a better word to describe it. You weren’t just born naturally intelligent or outstandingly athletic, no, you’ve had to work hard, insanely hard, for that. It hadn’t been handed to you all nicely wrapped with a little bow to match, just for you to tear it open and take. You’ve had to tolerate and undergo several sleepless nights, and many agonising hours of training.

Up until middle school you were top of your class in all aspects. You were idolised (well, as idolised as you could be for a middle schooler anyway), loved and acknowledged. It had been blissful.

That was until, little Mark with that stupidly cute gleam in his eyes came along, skipping over to you in those worn-out track pants and smiling toothily as he introduced himself as your brand new next door neighbour.

You have to admit, initially, you and him were close friends. You’d walk home together, sneak out to go to the convenience store together, share snacks together, the list goes on. You’d even given Mark your very first kiss, right on the cusp on your twelfth birthday. He didn’t know that it was your first kiss though, and he’ll never know. You’d rather be shot at point blank range than give up such private intel.

But when one day, in seventh grade, when Mark had begun closing in on you in rankings, outrunning you at the park and gradually being everyone’s new favourite, you found yourself isolated. Even one of your friends, a girl with straight long hair that fell past her waist, started hanging out with Mark more than with you.

And when you invited her to your thirteenth birthday, the first thing she’d asked was, “Is Mark going to be there?”

And at that same party, you saw her, kissing the boy you had been crushing on for the past year. And it looked like Mark really enjoyed kissing her too. More than he did with you.

From that point on, you began to distance yourself from Mark. It was gradual, slow, but you knew Mark could tell. When he finally surpassed you academically too, you started harbouring a resentment towards him, and the rivalry between you two started.

You were somewhat hoping he’d confront you, at least wonder why your attitude towards him had seemed to change in the blink of an eye, but he hadn’t. And that stung.

Obviously rumours had circulated in middle school about what was going on between you two. Kids, no, people love to talk. And talk they did.

It had been widely known that you and Mark used to be inseparable at one point in time, and it was jarring seeing how differently you two were acting around each other.

Mark and that friend of yours had broken up some time after that, and evidently she was pissed. It seemed as if she had begun spreading gossip about you, claiming that you had been some sort of psycho ex-girlfriend and that you had threatened Mark to break up with her, essentially, she was villainising you.

When high school finally rolled around, Mark’s ex had moved by then—you weren’t sure where and you didn’t care to know. The rumours eventually died down with her absence, and you thought that maybe, just maybe, you and Mark could finally make amends, bury the hatchet, as one would say. But that never happened.

Looking back, you’re a bit amused at what an eventful and dramatic childhood you had. All those scandals at just thirteen? What a boss bitch. Present you would not be able to stomach that.

You take a peek at Mark. He’s attractive. Of course he is. He had been a cute kid, no doubt, but as he’s aged, he’s matured into his good looking features. He’s not the rugged and manly kind of good looking, he’s got more of a sweet boyish look to him, and in your opinion, it adds to his charm.

“What are you staring at?”

Shit, you’ve been caught. No, caught? It’s not like you were doing something you shouldn’t have. “Nothing.” You reach forward to take a sip from the infamous Coke can. It’s lukewarm, but you gulp it down regardless, trying to appear unfazed.

“Were you checking me out?”

Disaster strikes just as those words leave Mark’s lips. The putrid sensation of warm coke leaves your mouth entirely, not because you’ve begrudgingly swallowed it all, but because you’ve spit it out from the sheer shock of Mark’s question.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Mark stands from his chair across from you and its legs scrape against the floor with a sound that makes your skin crawl.

You cough and sputter, gasping for air. Once you’ve gotten past that tight feeling in your throat, you wipe the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. A few droplets of the sugary drink dribble onto your shirt. But fortunately, well for you at least, you’re not as drenched in spit-laced Coke as Mark is.

“Shit!” You lift your gaze to look at Mark, who’s surprised, to say the least.

Mark takes a breath to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he clamps his mouth shut, opting to groan in annoyance instead. “Jesus, why’d you even do that?”

Your face burns in embarrassment. No way you’re going to admit to him that you were checking him out. Sort of. “I don’t know, it just went down the wrong channel, I guess.”

Mark’s lips form a thin line of dissatisfaction. “Yeah, okay, whatever.” He cringes as his shirt sticks to him. “ I’m gonna go change.”

He runs a hand through his hair, face upturned in frustration as he stomps up the stairs, his footsteps echoing throughout the living room. Your eyes follow his figure until he turns a left into his room.

You sigh. If you were home alone, you would have screamed in humiliation. The can of Coke on the table mocks you. You resist the urge to pick it up and hurl it into Mark’s neighbour’s backyard—well, your backyard.

A sliver of positivity presents itself in the form of you and Mark’s mostly unscathed worksheets. There are a few stray droplets here and there, but it’s barely noticeable. It would’ve been much worse for both Mark and you if you had drenched those as well. In fact, your homework wouldn’t be drenched in just saliva and Coke, but also in tears at that point.

You curse the can in your grasp, its aluminium smooth against your skin, before you dump it in the bin. Good riddance, bitch.

I should apologise. You can suck up your pride for that. No, this isn’t even about petty things like pride anymore. That shouldn’t matter. I should apologise, you think to yourself firmly.

Alright. Apologising. Sorry. You inhale deeply, gathering your senses and calming your jittery nerves. Why are you even nervous? It’s not like you’re professing your undying love to him. Chill the fuck out.

As you’re standing before Mark’s single, wooden door (which looks extremely daunting for some reason), it doesn’t dawn on you that perhaps you should knock first.

If it had, then perhaps you wouldn’t be staring at a shirtless Mark, your hand still wrapped around his doorknob and your mouth hung agape.

“Oh my God, Mark!” You cover your eyes, the door shutting behind you with a creak. You’re a bit ashamed at how fast your cheeks are overtaken by a hot, prickling feeling. “Why are you naked?”

Mark, though just as startled as you are, has the common sense to reach blindly for the stained shirt he just took off, holding it in front of him. “What do you mean why am I naked? Why are you here?”

You take a few steps back, your back pressed up against the door. “I- I came up here to say I’m sorry. You know, for uh, just now?”

Your hands slowly fall to your sides as you burn holes into Mark’s carpeted floor with your eyes instead.

“Oh, uh, o-okay. Apology accepted, I guess.” Mark’s voice cracks and he clears his throat. “Let me just uhm—”

You can hear his drawer sliding open and the faint rustle of fabric. All the while you keep your gaze glued to the floor, feeling your cheeks grow warmer by the second. Oh my God, you’re acting like a little girl who’s just held a boy’s hand for the first time.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen a guy naked—for fuck’s sake, Mark’s not even naked. He’s all covered up where he should be. Why is the sight of just his bare body from the waist up making your mind go blank and your palms grow sweaty? It’s not like you have feelings for him anymore. No, you don't.

“You can uh, you can look up now.”

You steel yourself, looking up to face Mark. Why did you have to steel yourself? It’s not like he’d have taken even more clothes off once you looked up again. You feel like slamming your head into the wall.

You fiddle with your fingers, searching for something to say to try and ease the tension. “Uh, sorry. For spilling that Coke all over you, I mean.” You scratch the nape of your neck. “And for you know, walking in on you changing.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

Your shoulders slump. “Huh?”

Mark chuckles confidently, like he’s unabashed. His cheeks are ablaze with colour, though. “I mean, why didn’t you just back out of the room when you walked in on me changing? Why’d you just stand there?”

You blink at him. Why didn’t you just leave? “I- I froze up, okay? Don’t bully me!” Your ears are burning.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” Mark raises his hands by his sides, that entertained smile never leaving his lips. “Let’s go back down, okay? I still need to finish my work.”

You chew on your inner cheek. “Yeah, whatever,” you try to find a creative name to call him.

“Yeah, I know. Nerd.” Mark raises his brows at you, still with that amused grin. You wish you could smack it right off his stupidly handsome face.

You huff, turning on your heel and practically booking it to the stairs. Mark catches up to you in no time with long, languid strides. Stupid long ass legs.

“Hey, wait up, loser,” he says, a hint of delight in his voice. He pokes your side and you jump, shoving his hand away and mustering a weak glare at him. “Oh, are you ticklish?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “No, I’m not, fatass!” Despite your harsh tone, your cheeks deceive you, blossoming with warmth yet again.

Mark smiles genuinely this time, although there’s no sarcastic edge to it whatsoever. “You getting shy?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Hey, don’t be upset!” The next thing Mark says is nearly incomprehensible, but you hear it. Oh, you definitely do.

“You look cute.”

Your head swivels to look back at Mark, and you realise that he hadn’t meant for you to hear that.

The faintest of smiles teases your lips, before you turn away, denying him the satisfaction of seeing you break out into a grin. “Yeah, whatever, Mark.”

Now, it’s Mark’s turn to be enveloped in heat as a red tint spreads across his cheeks.

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retroateez · 4 years

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bandit king - s.mingi

hello!!! literally nobody wanted this but i’ve written it anyway and actually?? i quite enjoyed writing a character like this. i hope you enjoy! if you do, please like or any other way of letting me know!

// Apocalypse!AU Borderlands x Ateez AU Bandit King!Mingi x Vault Hunter!Reader I guess this is kind of??? angst // I’ve tried my best to write a gender neutral reader, but if i’ve slipped up anywhere please tell me and i’ll change it ASAP. Warnings; mentions of blood, death (murder), guns, graphic descriptions of violence and explicit language. if i’ve missed anything that may potentially be triggering, please message me and i will add it to this list. wc;4642

“Strip the flesh! Salt the wound!”

You aim your radiated Maliwan shotgun at the psycho who was hurtling towards you, screeching nonsense at the top of his lungs. Without blinking an eye, you pull the trigger and watch the shell plunge into his chest, knocking him to the floor in an instant. You lower your gun, and stand frozen in your position.

Wait for it…

His skinny frame is launched thirty meters into the air with an explosion that leaves your ears ringing. A toxic, mustard-coloured cloud trails after him as he flies upwards, then rolls over his corpse when he lands with a dull thump.

You had always favoured Maliwan’s range of elemental shotguns.

With a sigh, you sling the gun into its holster on your back, and step over the dead psycho with a small smirk.

One down, plenty more to go.

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Tracking the Bandit King had proven much more of a challenge than your contractor had initially let on. Bringing you from your home planet to the run-down, wasteland named Pandora, you’d travelled far and wide looking for them. Rife with rival gun manufacturers, various bandit clans and ‘ordinary’ civilians just trying to survive, your particular maniac could be anywhere. You didn’t know much about him except for his name; Inferno. It was a stupid name, for an equally stupid leader of a stupid bandit gang, but you were promised a substantial amount of pay for his murder, so he could call himself whatever he wanted; he would be dead soon.

However, the night was quickly approaching, and you’d been driving through the dusty Pandoran plains for far too long, so you pull up to the next bar you come across. You park your sandy brown Outrunner to the left of the tavern and walk towards the entrance.

‘The Blood Bucket’ flickers in a blinding, neon purple above the crimson stained double doors. A fine establishment for some fine patronage, you presume.

With a kick of your steel-toed boot, the doors swing open and a hush falls over the customers almost immediately; it’s not everyday they witness a vault hunter so out in the open.

“Ain’t no vault here, you scumbag!” a hoarse voice calls out from the crowd of drunks, and the rest of them break out into laughter.

You reach down and slightly withdraw your Vladof pistol from your hip, the crowd falling silent once more as you inch it out of it’s holster and clutch it in your hand. All eyes are on you as you approach the bar, and although you’re used to the staring and scowling from random people, it’ll always make you nervous. Not that you would ever show weakness, as a vault hunter, you’d sooner die than let anyone believe they had an advantage over you.

“A bed for the night?” You ask the bartender, although it comes out more as a demand than a question.

You can see by the way his lip curls up in disgust that he isn’t best pleased about having you, a murderer, thief and all-round terrible person who galivants across the galaxy facading as a hero, standing before him in his bar. But he knows how ruthless vault hunters are, how cold-hearted they can be and he’s aware that you can put a bullet between his eyes quicker than he can say “skin pizza”.

So he reluctantly points to his right, indicating to a set of rickety looking stairs, to which you assume the rooms are. You nod in thanks and make your way over to the steps, ignoring the glares from everyone else in the bar. Hurrying up them, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and unclench your fists from their stiff positions by your side. The tensest parts of these contracts were never committing the murder itself, it was always the journey getting there that made you anxious to your core.

Admittedly, you’d grown accustomed to your lifestyle, even if you had no choice. It was a dog-eat-dog universe, and you’d built yourself into a powerful lone wolf. Yet there were always bigger beasts out there, no matter how hard you trained or how many people you killed. It would probably never be enough, but for the time being, you had no other choice; you had to slaughter, or run the risk of being slaughtered yourself.

-----

The next morning, you wake early and wash the dried blood out of your hair from the day before. You sit on the (surprisingly comfortable) bed and pull out the contractor’s instructions from your bag. Skimming over the pages for the millionth time, you study Inferno’s face one more time.

You’d been hired to take out countless enemies for countless rich idiots, but there was something different about him, and you hated to admit it; but he was ridiculously handsome. One of the documents given to you was an old, faded ‘wanted’ poster, featuring a photograph of the bandit king himself. Judging by the photo’s setup, you guessed it was a mugshot of sorts, as Inferno is standing, facing the camera and holding a sign. Typically, there would be a name written on the board that the criminals hold, but this one has been scratched out, presumably to hide his identity. Whoever crossed that name out, wants Inferno’s real name kept quiet. You can relate though; you don’t go by your real name either. Nicknames are so much safer to use, especially on this wasteland of a planet.

You stare down into his hooded eyes in the photograph, responding to his stagnant smirk with a frown of your own. The height markers behind him indicate a healthy six feet and you wonder how somebody so good-looking managed to become the crazed ruler of a bunch of lunatics. You imagine his wildly curly hair is an obnoxious red, the blood spatters on your documents covering the sepia tones of the photo and giving him quite a nice hair colour.

The longer you inspect his face, the more and more you start to feel for him. It’s a foreign feeling, sympathy. You don’t like it. You hate that you think he could’ve become more, become something better than a murderous clan leader. Because this mugshot is clearly old, from a time before he was totally corrupted by blood-lust and greed. From before he could solve anything and everything with the pull of a trigger. And you realise it’s because this young, up-and-coming bandit king in the photograph reminds you of yourself. Before you were forced into fending for yourself and transforming into somebody deep down you were ashamed of, but realistically you had no choice. And it was likely that your next victim had no choice either. Nobody did. Not on Pandora. Not anywhere.

Abruptly, you stuff the documents deep inside your backpack and then haul it over your shoulders. Grabbing your shotgun and pistol and hiding them inside their holsters, you feel that same rush flood over you as it does everytime you pick up a gun. It’s similar to an unwavering calmness, a complete opposite to how any other ordinary person would be if they were to clutch a huge Maliwan shotgun to their chest. You pick up the new, DAHL SMG that’s leaning by the door and twist it around in your hands. Aptly named ‘Night Hawkin’, it switches from shooting pyro bullets to cryo (ice) bullets depending on the time of day, and you figure that Inferno is the perfect test-subject for your new toy.

Once you’ve gathered your few belongings, you march downstairs to pay the innkeeper.

“Five Eridium bars?!” you snap. “You didn’t say anything about Eridium fees.”

The innkeeper raises his smug little face at you and you resist all urges to pistol whip him across the room.

“I figured a vault hunter like you would have no trouble paying up,” he spits. “After all, you like to gloat about how much you rob from those vaults, right?”

“Two bars.” you bargain. He’s right, truthfully. You do have the money, more than enough actually, to pay him the full five, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Four bars,” he pauses for a second and eyes you from his side of the bar. “Four, and I’ll tell you where your bandit lover-boy is.”

You freeze. How did he know-

“You don’t think I check on the people who stay here?” his smirk grows and you realise he’s got you in the palm of his hand. He has information that, providing he was telling you the truth, could be extremely helpful. You’re also pretty bewildered that he went through your things while you were sleeping too, but now is not the time to unravel all of that.

“Fine.” you grumble. “But information first, payment second.”

The barkeep fixes his gaze on you for a few moments before crossing his arms and leaning forwards. He lowers his voice, despite the bar being relatively empty.

“You’ll find him at The Devil’s Footstool,” he mumbles. “Just north of The Salt Flats.”

“I thought that was Hyperion territory?” you question. Hyperion, one of the most influential weapon manufacturers and businesses this side of the galaxy had reign over the majority of Pandora. Naturally, you despised Hyperion and everything they stood for; a corrupt, power-driven company who stopped at nothing to get what they wanted. Butchering thousands of innocent lives for their own benefit. You loathed Hyperion.

The innkeeper shrugs.

“Inferno and his bandit followers waltzed in not so long ago like they owned the place,” he explained. “Not Hyperion anymore.”

You nodded, opting not to say anything else. Reaching into your bag, you pull out the four violet bars and hand them over to the innkeeper, unimpressed at having to fork out such a ridiculous amount.

It didn’t matter though, because the information he had just given you could save you days, even weeks in completing the contract. Even if it turned out he was lying out of his ass, you might still be able to find something at The Devil’s Footstool regardless. If not, you knew where he lived, and there was a brand-new shotgun with his name on it that you were just itching to try out.

You sling the backpack over your shoulder again, mumble a ‘thank you’ to the barkeep and make your exit. Jumping into the driver’s seat of your vehicle, and heaving the bag into the passenger seat, you prepare yourself for the endless journey through the boiling heat and dust. You hated it here.

-----

Five hours later, you finally arrive at your destination; The Salt Flats. Stocking up before embarking on tracking Inferno down for the final time was a very good idea, so you pulled into a small town just on the outskirts of The Salt Flats. You’d be in luck if the inhabitants (if there were any) weren’t hostile, but you weren’t planning on staying long. Luckily, you manage to find a nearby ammunitions vending machine, so you spend a good fifteen minutes buying shells, bullets, grenades, anything you think you might need to send Inferno’s cult of weirdos sprawling.

Also, what kind of dumbass name was Inferno?

There were so many crazy individuals spread across the planet but you’d never get over some of the stupid names they chose for themselves. One of the most absurd characters being King Wee Wee, a bandit lord in New Haven. You’d yet to find anyone dumber than him. But on Pandora, you’d probably find them soon enough.

Shaking your head and double-checking your bag is tightly secured, you throw it into the back of the Outrunner. But before you can jump into the driver’s seat, you freeze.

You squint into the distance, almost as if blinding yourself momentarily will make your hearing clearer. And somehow it works, the faint sound of rushing footsteps nearing closer and closer. The grunting and wheezy breaths immediately signal out to you; there’s a psycho nearby. And he’s not happy that you’re here.

The slim, weirdly ripped frame whips around the corner, bolting out from behind an abandoned car. His mask covers his entire face, and you’ve dealt with psychos millions of times before, but the blank, expressionless masks always chilled you to the bone.

“You’re gonna be my new meat bicycle!” he screeches at you, before hurling himself over the hood of the car and sprinting full-speed towards you, waving some sort of nailed bat above his head.

Instinctively, you withdraw your pistol and before you can even blink, there’s a deafening bang! and the hideous screaming stops, leaving the psycho as nothing more than a bloody, crumpled heap on the dirty ground. Catchihg your breath, you watch the pool of crimson seep across the earth below your feet, and put the pistol back by your hip. No matter how quick your reflexes were, psychos would always manage to scare the living shit out of you. It was their odd, unsettling catchphrases more than anything. They stuck to wild, close-range combat, so anybody with a gun would easily defeat one. But when they threaten to turn your face into pepperoni? That’s when you’re caught off guard.

You hop into your car, turning the engine and pressing on the gas as hard as you can. Eager to get out of this town in fear of what else might come barreling around corners and out of alleyways.

Yet it’s in your haste that you fail to see the tattoo inked onto the psycho’s body. You overlook the dark outline of the bursting flames on his torso, something you’ll end up wishing you hadn’t missed.

-----

Crouching behind a semi-blown up road-block, you’re just outside of Inferno’s compound. After scouting the area, you were certain that nobody was patrolling the areas outside. You wondered how Inferno had managed to seize The Devil’s Footstool from Hyperion. The central focus of the area was a massive arena, where you assumed Hyperion personnel would train. What did Inferno want with a fighting arena?

It was suspicious too, how there was not another living soul out here with you. You supposed that maybe there was a meeting going on inside the building attached to the stadium, one where literally everybody had to present for? Although psychos could barely tell apart their own limbs from hotdogs, so if there was an important gathering, it’s unlikely they’d be invited.

Still, you keep your guard up, head down and make your way towards the building. As you gain on the entrance, you hear the roaring of engines rise up into the air; there must be a race in the arena. But the track is behind the main building, and you can’t see or access it from here. So the only option is to go through the building.

With one hand clutching your pistol, you slope around the left of the building, deciding that going through the front doors would be stupidly reckless, instead looking for a side door. Alternatively, you locate a window, which conveniently is already open. You peer inside, scanning what appears to be a study or an office, with nothing but a wooden desk and a chair in the middle.

You should’ve sensed that something was off because of how empty the room was; offices should have shelves, plants, bits of paper everywhere, right?

However, you think nothing of it, continuing to hoist the window up and combat roll into the room. You stand up immediately, about to reach behind you and grab the shotgun slung across your back but suddenly, an arm flies in front of you, wrapping around your throat with your chin buried in the crevice of their elbow. You dig your nails into their forearm, your vision firmly planted onto the tattoo shaped like a burst of flames on his arm. Caught off guard, you don’t make the connection in your head between the tattoo and the obvious.

“Hello,” a deep voice purrs into your ear, causing goosebumps across your entire body. “I’ve been expecting you.”

-----

The barrel of his assault rifle presses painfully against your spine, and his bicep is squeezing against your jugular so hard you think you might pass out. You bite your bottom lip harshly to stay quiet, and to ground yourself. Panicking now is the last thing you want.

“It’s not everyday a vault hunter comes tumbling through my office window.” you feel him smirk against your ear and you curse yourself for not checking the room properly.

“Where’s Inferno?” you demand. “I have business with him.”

“Business?” he echoes, easing his grip on your neck a little, but still restricting almost all of your movement. “Are you sure? I don’t recall him having any business to attend to today.”

You attempt to twist your head around to look at him, but he catches your chin in his hand which thankfully, removes the pressure from your neck. But now he’s tightly gripping your face and you can feel his fingers press against your teeth through your cheek.

“Tsk tsk,” he reprimands you, tutting into your hair. “Face forward. If you agree to behave, I’ll take you to Inferno and you can handle this so-called ‘business’”.

Nodding, (or at least, as best as you can with his vice-grip on your jaw), you agree. The gun is still prodding into your spine, and with the way he’s towering over you, there’s no way you could possibly escape from this.

So you allow him to march you through the building, reverting back to having his forearm basically crush your windpipe, causing you both to shuffle awkwardly through the hallways. He leads you up three flights of stairs, multiple twists and turns, (the building definitely didn’t look this big from the outside), until he bustles you into a random room at the end of another, identical hallway.

Only when you’re inside and he’s checked the door is locked, does he retract his grip and move away.

You swivel around the second he lets go, retrieving the pistol and aiming it out in front of you. The sight before you shocks you to your stomach, and you almost drop the small firearm.

Inferno himself is standing right there, the smuggest grin on his stupid face. His eyes are hooded, yet still sparkling mischievously with his gaze fixed directly on you. Taller than you thought he was too, you have to look up a fair amount to meet his stare. He has a sharp, narrow nose that suits the rest of his face and a few, prominent freckles splattered over his cheeks like blood. What strikes you the most is his hair. Curly, wild, and obnoxiously red. So the blood on the paper was right.

“Hi, darling.” he drawls. “Expecting somebody else?”

He’s rolling the Night Hawkin submachine gun in his hands, inspecting it from the stock to the magazine with an impressed pout. He flicks the manual switch between pyro ammunition and cryo, and chuckles shortly at the icy bullets.

“Nice weapon,” he compliments you. “Let me guess, DAHL? Those bastards love to make guns that make my life difficult.”

His playful tone irks you, and you scowl angrily at him. Not only has he stolen your brand-new weapon, he’s playing mind games with you. It’s just a shame that you’re playing yourself right into his hands. Inferno raises an eyebrow at your silence.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teases. “That’s okay, I’ll do the talking.”

Making no reply, you keep your pistol aimed at him, thanking the gods that your arms aren’t trembling the same way your breath is.

He paces around the room, slowly making a circle around you and you’re forced to spin on the spot to keep your gun aimed at his head. He’s still smirking, even as he begins to speak.

“You’re here to kill me, correct?” he nods in acknowledgment as you confirm that yes, you are in fact here to murder him. “I thought so.”

“You see, I have a slight problem with that,” he continues, strolling over to the window and glancing at the blazing sun outside. “It’s beautiful weather outside today, and I’d really prefer not to die and miss out on topping up my tan.”

What?

You don’t even know how to reply to that, but he doesn’t give you the opportunity to do so.

“Not only would you be murdering me on a wonderfully hot afternoon, you’d be committing yet another crime against me. And what have I done to you, vault hunter?” he fake pouts, and you catch yourself before you feel sympathy creep back in.

But what did he mean ‘another’ crime? You haven’t met him before now. Murder contracts are nothing personal; you’re simply the messenger.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already?” he’s in front of you before you can even register his fingers curled underneath your chin, tilting your head up to glare dead into his eyes. The tip of your pistol is pressing into his chest, just right of his heart. Yet he doesn’t appear fazed at all.

“Let me jog your memory.” he murmurs, fanning hot air all over your face.

In an instant, he’s seized your pistol, wrenching it from your hold and spun you around so your back is leaning against his chest. You can feel his jaw resting on the top of your head, and the way he moves round to your right, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear like before.

“Not so long ago, I believe you had an encounter with a very good friend of mine.” husky voice eerily calm, you hate to admit that you’re terrified.

You’re used to dealing with the most insane individuals the planet has to offer, but there’s something human in him. Something so raw that it’s thrown you completely off balance. There was absolutely nothing in the universe that could have prepared you for a bandit king who wasn’t completely crazy. For someone who reminded you of yourself, somebody who was trying to survive in this barren, apocalyptic wasteland, albeit through entirely immoral means.

“My friend is dead now, thanks to you.” there’s no bitterness or even anger lacing his words, and you’re conflicted on whether he’s furious or grateful.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you exhale, finding your voice eventually.

“Oh? The vault hunter speaks!” he feigns surprise, but the arm you hadn’t even noticed wrapped around your waist squeezes you closer into him.

You truly had no idea what he was on about though. You’d killed a lot of people, although you’d spent the majority of the day driving, so unless you’d accidentally fallen asleep at the wheel and taken part of an unconscious hit and run, you were clueless.

“The town just outside of The Salt Flats,” he snaps, losing his temper with you. You feel his chest rise and fall as he recollects himself, and you wonder how short his fuse must be. “Steve only wanted to show you his new bicycle.”

Bicycle?

“That psycho was your friend?” you blurt out.

“Steve was my second-in-command,” Inferno mumbles into your ear. “And you put a bullet in his head. I don’t appreciate that one little bit, vault hunter.” as he finishes his sentence, he raises his free arm and plants the barrel of your pistol to your forehead, the cold metal a cool change to your burning skin.

“I don’t like it when people mess with my things.” he growls lowly. “I also don’t like having to find new second-in-commands.”

“You’ve got plenty of lunatics to choose from.” you whisper.

“No. I don’t think any of them are fit for the job, you see.” he retorts immediately, barely waiting for you to finish your own sentence.

“Yet how convenient it is,” he carries on. “That there is a new vacancy, just as you break into my office.”

“No, I don’t thi-”

“You don’t think anything, vault hunter,” he interrupts you, his tone getting aggressive and rougher. “I regret to inform you, but you don’t have a fucking choice.” You can tell from the pistol digging into your skin that he isn’t sorry at all, and that he might be right; do you really have much of a choice?

“What do you want from me?” you ask, voice just above a whisper.

His clutches weaken ever so slightly, finally allowing oxygen properly into your lungs. It was looking more likely for you to die from lack of breath rather than a bullet to the brain.

“I just told you,” he says. “I want you to be my second-in-command, seeing as you killed my previous one. Think of it as an exchange.”

“An exchange? For what?”

He leans over your shoulder, his cheek pressing against your own as you try to look him in the face.

“Put it this way, you join us, or you die. Does that make sense, Y/N?” he examines your reaction with an ecstatic grin, watching as your face drops and your breach catches in your throat.

How did he know your name?

The panic that shoots through you is immeasurable; nobody is supposed to know your real name. Nobody should know your real name. So how the fuck does this stupid, mind-game playing bandit king who you’ve never met before, know?

Satisfied with your response and knowing you’re putty in his hands, he completely lets go of you, even removing the pistol from between your eyes. You sense him moving away, the space around you turning empty and cold. Part of you wishes, hopes that he’ll put his arms back around you and make you warm again, and the other half of you wants to yank the small ice pick out from your sock and jab it into his eye socket over and over and over again.

You stand in the center of the room, motionless for what seems like an eternity, just thinking. Inferno waits behind you patiently, and you secretly commend him for being the sanest psycho you’ve ever met.

But clearly his patience begins to wear thin, as he comes round to stand in front of you. He bends down to match your height and uses his fingertip to lift your chin up a little, the same way he did previously. His touch is uncharacteristically gentle, a polar opposite to the way he was choking you and harshly grasping you not even five minutes ago.

“So?” he hums. “What do you say?”

Inferno searches your eyes as you mull over your answer. Although, there isn’t much thinking left for you to do; he’s metaphorically backed you into a corner and realistically, you have no escape.

“Fine, I’ll join you,” you rasp, the pressure of his gaze weighing down heavily on you and making you tenfold more nervous.

“Excellent!” he beams, standing up straight and clapping his hands together. “You’ll make a much better second-in-command than a vault hunter-”

“On one condition, I’ll join you.” you interrupt him, and his excited demeanour drops.

His dark eyes bore in yours, and he raises an eyebrow, indicating for you to name the stipulation.

“Tell me your name.” you request. “Your real one.”

“I don’t think you quite understand the power dynamic here, darling.” he scoffs.

“No, I understand perfectly,” you quip. “I just don’t think it’s fair that you know mine, but I don’t know yours.”

You hold your palm out in a mock handshake pose.

“Say the name, and I’m yours.”

“Say my name?” he snorts, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue and turning his head away from you.

Suddenly, his large palm slaps into yours, his long fingers curling around your hand and he performs a strong, steady handshake.

“Mingi.” he says quietly. “You can call me Mingi.”

You smirk, reciprocating the formal shake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mingi.”

// if people like this then i already have ideas for a part two... hehe

#ateez #ateez au #borderlands x ateez #apocalypse!ateez #mingi #song mingi #mingi fluff #mingi angst

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Rose-Colored Boy | Part One

Paring: Mark Tuan | Reader

Genre/Rating: Friends to Lovers | Fluff, Smut (later on), Slight Angst

Warning: Language

Summary: What happens when you get to meet one of your online friends in real life? Will the friendship hold up when you realize that everything is not as simple in the game? When the computer screens aren’t in the way, hopefully your walls don’t come between you and something great.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

A/N: This is my first kpop fic so please be kind. I couldn’t get the urge out of my head to write, so here is part 1. I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but enjoy!

“I swear to god, if you don’t get this asshole off my six I’m going to die and make sure I’m reincarnated as the worst ingrown nail on your big toe! Kill him!” Your voice carried so loud, you were sure that your neighbors assumed someone was really committing a murder. It wasn’t that you were normally a violent person, but the way that the game caused you to lose all sense of your surroundings and common sense, possession was the only semi-logical explanation for that kind of behavior. Your fingers started to ache from the intense banging on the keyboard and quick back and forth of the mouse beneath your palm, but you couldn’t stop. The rest of your team was in your ear, yelling out curses for help, and you were right there with them.

“Sinderella, reload! Reload!” FlyingRooster93 screamed in your ear, but it was too late. Just as you were taking his advice, a headshot took you out of the game.

“Fuck!” Your head fell to the desk and you wanted to beat something up or wallow, but a ding from the computer brought you back. It was a request for a private chat. Not really wanting to talk to anyone, you saw it was FlyingRooster93 and a small smile touched your lips before accepting.

FlyingRooster93: Sorry for telling you too late >_<

Sinderella: It’s okay. I should have gotten off hours ago. I start my new shift at work tomorrow.

FlyingRooster93: That’s right! Washing the asses of old people or something.

Sinderella: Not exactly, dumbass. I’m moving to the day shift and it happens to be on the elderly floor.

FlyingRooster93: Does that mean you’re not going to washing some old dude’s balls?

Sinderella: You just wish someone would wash your balls.

FlyingRooster93: You’re right, I do. I’m exhausted, too much effort. And you still didn’t say no, so I’ll take that as a yes lol.

Sinderella: Whatever! What are you still doing on anyway, didn’t you say you were going on some big trip or something in the morning.

FlyingRooster93: Crap… you’re right. It’s been so long since I’ve been on, I lost track. Thanks, Sin.

Sinderella: No worries. It will be another 83 long years before I see you again anyway.

FlyingRooster93: Dramatic much? Want me to draw you like a French girl, so you could then leave me to die in some ocean?

Sinderella: Maybe, but I need a sugar daddy to give me a big diamond first. Gotta pay for your funeral somehow.

FlyingRooster93: Should have known you only cared about wallet size.

Sinderella: Fuck yeah I do! Have to pay these student loans off somehow. But for real, will I see you sometime this decade or wait forever and a year again?

FlyingRooster93: Or I could text you as you hit on the grandpas….

Sinderella: …

FlyingRooster93: What? Want to hit on the grandmas instead?

Sinderella: In order for me to text, I would need your number or am I doing this telepathically?

FlyingRooster93: If you did, that would fucking awesome for one, but yeah, I mean, we’ve been on the same squad for 2 years now and we talk all the time. This is what friends do, right?

Sinderella: Friends…

FlyingRooster93: Are we mortal enemies or something? Sin, it’s no big deal. Here, 116-201-4947. I gotta go pack. Text me, okay? Don’t be freaked.

Sinderella: So bossy. Fine. You text me first. 868-112-2586.

Sinderella signs out.

The last thing you expected was to exchange numbers with someone you’ve been gaming with for the last 2 years. You didn’t know each other’s names, just handles, but for some reason, this made you nervous and excited. You both knew certain aspects of each other’s lives. Like age and the base of your professions, but that was it. You knew he was a “he” because his voice was one of the only ones you could pick out while playing. You didn’t want to admit, but it was a really nice one and somehow eased your game rage. But texting? What did that mean? Was this going to lead to phone calls? Video chatting? You turned around and looked into your mirror to see your makeup-less face and messy bun. Shuddering at the thought, you left your desk and jumped into your bed. Just then, your phone flashed with an incoming text. Why was your heart about to punch through your chest cavity? Calm the fuck down, it was probably just spam. Holding the phone face down in your palm, you slowly turned it over.

116-201-4947: Are you going to save me as FlyingRooster93 or should I give you my name as well?

Asshole. You laughed and your fingers flew across the screen.

Sin: I mean, a name would be nice, but I could also save it as pushy bird.

Mark: I am not pushy. But, it’s Mark. Should I keep calling you Sin?

Sin: I mean you can. But, it’s y/n. Mark… I was expecting something more manly.

Mark: It’s very manly. Anyway, go to bed, you have to catch a rich grandpa in a few hours. Night, y/n.

Sin: And you have to… go away for a million years. Night, bossy Mark.

Mark: ;-)

Tossing your phone to the side, a smile was on your lips as you laid back down. Your online friend was becoming less abstract and more real and it didn’t feel so bad. Even though you joked, you really hoped he didn’t ghost you like usual now that a window had opened between the two of you.

What you didn’t expect was for that window to stay wide open. Mark would text you almost every day. It wasn’t fully deep conversations. He would send you the occasional joke or something that crossed his mind. You would reply with a meme or snarky comeback. Your gif wars were insane, but made you laugh on days that were really rough either with work or at home.

There were things that were still a mystery. The fear of having voice or facetime was never tested because all you both did was text, but some truths were told. The 93 in his username was for his birth year. All the traveling he seemed to do was for work, even though he never said exactly what his job was. You found out that he had 3 siblings, but he was living away from his family due to work. He lived with his friends and he loved meat. Both of you talked about your favorite BBQ spots and some even overlapped. You found yourselves arguing when it came to which bubble tea places were the best. You even divulged some things about yourself. Like how you just moved out from home and living alone for the first time. How you really enjoyed becoming a nurse and hoped to move up in the hospital. Little facts were exchanged and you found the awkwardness melted away. It was nice to know more about a guy beyond how quick he was on the reload. Weeks turned into months, and before you knew it, two months had passed. However, when your phone rang one night, the shock at Mark’s name across the screen had you stuck.

“Hello?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper even though you were alone, but the surprise at the call itself had you on edge.

“Is that how you always answer the phone? As if you just did something wrong?” His laugh came in deep and hearty. You could tell he was smiling even if you didn’t know what that smile looked like.

“Well, when strange men call me after midnight, I’m not sure if I should answer.”

“Yeah, about that. Sorry. I just needed to talk and my hands were too heavy to type.”

“Likely excuse. Told you to stop rubbing it out so often, you’ll get weak bones and go blind.” Laying back against your pillows, comfort easing in as you listened to his laugh again.

“If I go blind, you have to take care of me before I get a dog.”

“Are you saying I’m dog-ish?! Wait, what’s that noise?” You heard some muffling voice through the speaker. It sounded like an announcement of some sort.

“I didn’t say anything. Anyway, I’m at the airport heading home. Finally, right? I start to board in about 40 mins and wanted to kill some time and…”

“And what? Bother my beauty sleep?”

“That was terrible of me; you need all the beauty sleep in the world.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know, I’m gorgeous even on minimal sleep.”

“Prove it. Want to meet up tomorrow?”

The phone slipped from your fingers as if it morphed into water. Meet. Up? Like face-to-face? Human-to-human? Was he serious?!

“Yes, I’m serious. y/n? Pick up the phone.” His laughter came through again. Shit, he knew that you dropped the phone and you must have spoken those last words aloud.

“Are you back, y/n? I’m coming home and I want to hang out with you and not through a screen. I know it’s shitty of me to spring this request on you this late, but you’ve really become one of my closest friends in just a matter of weeks and it’s just natural to want to meet, right? Or maybe I’m way off base and you don’t. Fuck, didn’t think about you…”

“Mark.” You said over his rambling,but he just kept on.

“I mean we text every day and I thought we could just watch something or go eat something…”

“MARK!” You yelled, and finally he shut up.

“Thank God. I didn’t think you would shut up. Do you want an answer to the question or would you like to continue with your monologue? I can get you a skull if you want to get deeper, hamlet.”

“Yes…”

“Yes you want a skull or you want an answer?”

“Answer damn it!”

“Yes. I’ll meet up with you.” You breathed out. You tried not to laugh at his eagerness, but the realization of what you just agreed to started to dawn.

“Okay… awesome.” He breathed out and you could tell the smile was back on his lips. Lips that you were about to be able to know what looked like. Shit.

“I promise I’m not some psycho killer, but would it be okay if we met up at my apartment? It’s just…”

“Sure. I’m off tomorrow so I can just, go there?” You interrupted. You didn’t want to sound so eager yourself, but you were trying to beat back the worries that started to build up in your chest like a bad case of indigestion. You wanted to meet him, he’s basically been your friend for two years, why would this be hard?

The sound of the announcements came through the speaker again. “Crap, that’s me. I have to board. I’ll text you my address and a time that works. See you tomorrow y/n.” Before you could even say bye, the line went dead. As you sat on your bed staring at the phone as if it would bite you, Mark’s text came through with his address and apartment number.

Holy shit! You were really going to meet FlyingRooster93 in person.

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joonyverse · 5 years

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The President - Baekhyun (EXO) (Part 5)

A/N: Hello! It’s finally here! I know I take like LOTS of times to continue the series, and I’m really sorry for that :( Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Summary: Being the youngest Minister is not easy, especially when it seems like the whole world is trying to go against you. Proving yourself is proven to be a difficult thing. But things had to get even more tangled when dark pasts are coming out, and truths are being unveiled

Genre: Drama, romance, fluff, angst

Warning: Age-gap (10 years), some curses, bad english, grammar error, unedited

notes: yln = your last name, yfn = your full name

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Byun Baekhyun x Female Readers

If you’re uncomfortable with age-gap relationship, please just scroll through it

Bottle of pill and a glass of water were placed at the side table on your side. Your TV was on, yet it was on mute. Your eyes were focusing on your phone, trying your best not to fall asleep. The clock showed ten minutes to seven in the evening. The doctor hasn’t allow you to work just yet. Being inactive makes you feel tired, spent, and sleepy for the whole day. You decided to use the time to complete the decoration of your new apartment. Smell of jasmine and pear fragrance filling the whole apartment just enough, not too much to sickening one’s smelling sense.

Seeing the clock on your phone, you finally got up from the bed to dress up semi formally. The president for some reason want to meet you at his home at eight o’clock. If it wasn’t for the fact that it might be for serious occasion, you wouldn’t even consider it.

After putting on some light makeup to make yourself look more presentable and do your hair a little bit, you decided that it’s finally time to leave.

Unlike usual, you don’t have Mina to accompany you that day. Not wanting to make her work when you’re going to have a late meeting. So, it was just you and your chauffeur in the car. It was a serene and nice drive.

As you stepped out of the car into the comfort of Baekhyun’s home, just like yesterday, his house-makers greeted you at the entrance. What different was they come out of the house as soon as they finished greeting you, gaining a raised eyebrow from you.

As you stepped into his living room, there was everyone, who in your thought, had been called for the same reason as you.

There was the police deputy chief if you remembered his name was Jinyoung, someone who you recognized as a prosecutor, a judge that looks way too familiar yet you can’t pinpoint who was she, a lawyer that was known to be the president’s friend named Junmyeon if you remember that correctly, and of course Baekhyun himself was present. All of their eyes were on you.

“I’m so sorry for being late and making you wait” you apologized, which received a chuckle from them. “It’s okay, you’re actually just in time!” Junmyeon said to you as he pat the seat beside him, which is the only empty seat… and of course it has to be beside Baekhyun.

“Well, if it isn’t the president’s lover” the judge said, with a playful look on her face.

Too used of it at that point, you simply chuckled at the remark. “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduce myself, I’m y/n” you said, despite knowing they’re probably know that already. What surprises you was the surprises look on their faces. You might be a little bit way too observant than you would like to, but you can’t help it, not when they tried not to stare at Baekhyun in confused look.

Clearing his throat, Baekhyun decided to break the ice. “Y/n, this is Sowon from Seoul’s prosecutor office, Judge Kang Minkyung, and you probably know this is Junmyeon, and that is Jinyoung” he said as he introduced them one by one while politely pointing at them to make it clear who was he’s referring to.

You nodded in acknowledgement. Most of the people there actually look young, around your age, or a little bit older than you. You knew Jinyoung as he was your senior during university days, Sowon because recently she won a big case , Junmyeon as he was well known for being Baekhyun’s friend and a top tier lawyer, and yet somehow, you feel like you know MInkyung yet you don’t. Judging from the wrinkles that has formed on her beautiful skin, Minkyung was the oldest here.

“You guys probably already know why I called you here” Baekhyun started. “I formed a team to investigate the recent bombing tragedy” Baekhyun added, a little bit more solemnly.

You looked down. Memories of the moment it all happened come into the poor tired mind. You sighed down. You looked up, slowly looking into everyone’s faces one by one. “It’s… that serious?” you asked.

Sowon moved closer to the edge of the sofa she was sitting on, eyes on you. “You really don’t remember, do you?” she asked skeptically.

Before you could even ask what did she mean, Baekhyun and Minkyung cut in into the conversation. “Sowon, cut it down, give her time” they said something along that line, as they groaned.

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” You asked, confusion painted your face. “Do I have anything to remember?” you added.

Baekhyun had his hand rubbing at his forehead, frown was apparent in his face. “y/n” he called, caught your attention. He deeply look into your eyes, as if trying to plant assurance and search for something in you. “It’s nothing” he said with a tired smile.

You really did want to press on the matter. Not liking the situation where you don’t remember something, and yet it feels like everyone does. But you knew Baekhyun seems like he’s tired enough and just want to get into a more important matter now. And you respect that.

You pulled out some files that you had prepared beforehand, not wanting to go empty hand and not knowing into the meeting. “From the data I compiled, I realized that the method of the bombing, the bomb, the strategy, and the targets, it happened not only once but had happened so many times too in the past-“

“Hold on, how did you know how the bombing method that happened now? I thought I made a specific order to Mina to not report this to you until you finally can get back to work?” Baekhyun cut you off.

“I didn’t know you did that, which by the way is ridiculous as I can handle this, but I did my research, thank you” you said as you raised an eyebrow at him, not liking how he underestimated you, or so you thought. “And also, it was still not known whether it’s simply only one psycho that did it or a group of terrorist, because some of the proofs indicate that only one person is in the work, but yet it feels like a group that did it, and no terrorist group had claimed for it” you said.

“It was… a group of people and yet a person only” Jinyoung said, his eyes staring into nothing.

You tilt your head in confusion. If you thought this meeting couldn’t get any weirder, well it just did. “”I’m sorry, what?” you asked for clarification.

Baekhyun and Minkyung exchanged stares. You nervously looked at them. You sighed can’t take it anymore. “I thought we are a team?” you said, voice raising. The rise in your voice caught everyone’s attention. “If we are a team just like what you said, I should be able to trust you, and you trust me, and yet, there’s so many secrets among us that feels important and yet you try to hide it, because if this is how this team goes, then I’m not sure I can work with you” you said.

No one responded. Not knowing what to say. But you felt like you already said what was needed to say. You sighed. It was final you thought. You got up from your seat, “That’s it, have a good evening everyone” you said.

“Wait, please sit down” Baekhyun said, stopping you from walking away.

“With all due respect, you make me feel stupid and dumb for not knowing, and when I asked, you all just give me an ambiguous answer, that don’t really answer my question, when trust is what we need” you said, anger radiates from you.

“I know, y/n, I know, so please sit down and hear me out” Baekhyun said.

“I’ve obeyed and respect you enough sir, but if I’m being treated like this, perhaps I rather go” you retaliated.

“Sit down! and hear me out!” Baekhyun shouted, shocked everyone in the room, well, except you.

“I tried to not raise my voice, at you, I really do sir” you said, in dangerously low voice. “I tried to make you understand my point of view” you added.

Baekhyun sighed. “You’re so fucking childish you know that? We have a so much important matter to discuss, and now we’re wasting time just because you can’t keep your stupid emotions at the bay” he said.

And you felt like that was the last straw. You’re done being treated like this. “I better go than stupidly waste your time, then” you said as you stepped away from the living room.

“y/n, stay, if you don’t want to hear Baekhyun out, you have to hear me out” a voice that you recognized as Minkyung’s said, stopping you in your track.

“Why? Why do I have to hear you out?” you asked.

“Because you’re being stubborn, letting your emotion get the best of you, and it’s important to you and also the case to hear me out” she said.

You turn your back, heading into the living room, and sat at the seat you just left.

“There’s still so many things we couldn’t explain to you, but when the time comes, it will comes to you and you will understand why, but we can’t, for now at least” she said carefully, trying not to tick you off.

“The terrorist, they called themselves Scorpion” Minkyung said. “We can’t… really explain why Jinyoung said what he said, but anyway, that’s what they called themselves” she added.

“How do you know that?” You asked.

Minkyung sighed. “I know, you’re trying to get to the root of it, to the very bottom, and it’s in your instinct to do so, but when we give you an information, please just take it as it is for now, no question, unless you have an information that you gained by your own self” she said.

Really, Minkyung’s explanation doesn’t make sense in your head. But deep in your heart, you knew she meant well, you didn’t know how, but you know she meant well. You just simply sighed.

“Investigation starts tomorrow, come to the address I’ll give you tomorrow after you put your absence in, in your own respective office, I expected you to come around 10am, show your faces in your office, and then come there” he said as he dismissed all of you.

It was early when you arrived at your office, not wanting to be swarmed by the media trying to get a piece of mind. You greeted everyone with a smile. Despite being early, some people were already there, you suspect they were cycling, judging by the outfits they wore and the change of clothes they brought.

Stepping into your very own office, it feels like going back to school all over again. Where chaos now will really start. A pile of files were seen on your table, a long due paperworks probably you thought. You checked the watch that you wore, it was 7am. And so you decided to kill time by doing the works that you had left.

With a sigh, you plop down into your armchair. You open one of the file, reading every words carefully, You admit paperwork was never your favorite thing, but sometimes, situation force people into doing things don’t they? Without you realizing, you finally fall deep into your works, not paying attention to the surrounding, just you and the files.

Knock on your door waking you up from the deep concentration you were in. You can feel your brain starts to hurt at the amount of information it receives in a short span of time. “Come in” you said tiredly followed by a yawn.

Mina appeared from behind the door. A file was in her embrace. “It’s time” she said.

You immediately looked at the watch on your wrist. It was 9am now. You didn’t realize just how much time had gone as you were so focused on the job at hand. You got up from your seat and walking towards the door, when Mina gave you the file she had with her. “This is probably what you’re going to need” she said. You gave her a genuine smile. Mina is always helpful with you, and you can’t take her enogh. “Thank you so much Mina, you’re a life savior” you said.

Mina gave you a smile in return. “i will need to stay her in case anything happen” she said as she gave you a pat on the back.

“Thanks, see you later!”

It was an interesting ride, really. Everything have to go through some security procedures. An officer had to be inside the car with you. Complicated and a little bit bothersome really, but you understood the need to. You had to be blindfolded, had they not ask politely, you would tell them off. It’s called the bunker for some reason.

They took off the blindfold as soon as you arrived. You can see through the car window that this place is a huge underground basecamp or whatever that is. Lights were illuminating it, enlightened the ‘building’, replacing the lack of sun or any lights that usually came outside of the building that’s over the ground.

In amazement, you stepped out of the car, eyes scanning the whole building. The building that people thought was a myth. That people don’t know when it was build even, but looking at it, they must took their time to build it. It was so well built really. “This way, ma’am” an officer said to you as she leads the way. Had you not in amazement, you would let out a remark over your disagreement on where people’s tax had gone to.

She lead you into a room, far into this underground building. It was almost at the end of the building. She knocked gently into the door, and you wonder, would people be able to hear it because every wall and everything that’s built here seems so thick. Not long after, the door was opened, revealing what seems like a meeting room. And there was Baekhyun sitting in the middle seat. She gave him a bow before she let you in and got out from the room.

You chuckled as you took your seat near Baekhyun. “Fancy basement huh?” you asked in teasing manner.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “You called seventy million dollar underground building, a basement?” he asked in serious tone.

You rolled your eyes. “Geez, calm down grandpa, it’s a joke, if you want to be serious enough, I would complain on where people’s tax had gone to” you said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

He chuckled. “Fair enough” he said.

Not long after, the others came one by one. Many of them was complimenting the building, but also complaining about how bothersome the security protocols were.

“You know, I wonder why we have to go underground just to solve a bombing case, that certainly is not a confidential matter” you said. “But knowing you guys, you probably won’t tell me and get on the ‘you’ll know when you know’ bullshit” you added.

“As a matter of fact, that’s correct” Baekhyun said. “You’ll know when you know, lover” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, that’s like so last year” you groaned.

“And we’re still wondering whether it’s real or not” Junmyeon said, a teasing smile on his face. You groaned even louder.

“Oh come on! I don’t even know why those media did that! They’re dramatizing everything” You said followed by a sigh.

And then you saw Jinyoung and Sowon exchanging a knowing look before they look at you innocently. “Oh no, not you two” you said which earned a chuckle from them. “We said nothing y/n, nothing” Jinyoung said through his chuckle.

“Enough joking, now let’s get into it, what do you guys have on you?” Baekhyun asked as he eyeing the documents all of you brought.

You look at the documents in front of you. You read the words on the document carefully. Doing a quick scanning on what the documents are about. Some of them date to so long ago, and some of them are more recent. Just when you thought this case can’t get any more interesting. “Whoever did it, they’ve been doing it for so long” you said.

Photos were attached to each files. Photos of the scene, photos of the corpses, photo of the bomb’s debris. As you read the files, you realized the lack of survivor in this case. You frowned in wonder. “No one survived?” you asked.

And suddenly, all of them look towards each other with knowing look. And it makes you feel dumb all over again. You slowly sighed, trying not to be loud. You rolled your eyes before focusing back into the documents.

Hours of reading make any normal humans dizzy of course. You can feel your eyes burning and begging to be closed. But yet, your ambition and motivation won’t let you. Every time your fatigue almost won over you, you quickly motivate yourself to let it be open for more minutes.

Until finally, something caught your eyes. After thousands of words, hundreds of pages, finally, something caught your attention,

Scarlet Reapers.

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Without You - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 12) *For You Sequel*

Summary: Gaius is back. While coming up with a plan to take him down, the gang must deal with some new life-changing events.

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

Tag List: @begging-for-kamilah, @lulu-the-cat, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @zoe6111, @kennaxval (If you want to be tagged in future chapters/fics of this pairing let me know!)

Notes:

- English is my second language, please forgive me for any mistakes.

- Hope you enjoy it, your reviews and likes are always appreciated.

- My apologies for the delay. I’m not having much time to work on my fics.

Kamilah

Kamilah stood frozen, watching as Amy’s body fell limp on the ground. Her paralyzed eyes looking straight into hers, as her blood streamed across the room, in the direction of the magical seal Lysimachus created to trap Gaius.

In contact with her blood, the seal erupted in blue flames and he was no longer able to use his powers as Maker.

“Your stupid whore!” He shouted angrily at Priya. “You don’t even know what you’ve just done, do you?”

“Actually I do…” Priya smirked. “It’s the end of the line for you, Old Ass.”

“You could’ve used her blood! Even a dirty blood as yours would become the purest. How does it feel, huh? To know you lost the opportunity of becoming the most powerful Vampire living in this planet? Let me guess, he hid that from you.”

Priya stared at him in silence, conflicted. Kamilah knew perfectly what Gaius was doing, he knew Priya’s weaknesses and was using them to manipulate her.

She didn’t care. Only one thing was in her mind, Amy. Her Amy. She was dead in front of her. She took a few steps and kneeled right beside her.

“Amy…” she squeezed the girl’s hand.

Her soft and warm skin was now pale and cold. There was no pulse or any signs that she still had a single bit of life in her body. The heartbeats Kamilah loved so much to hear no longer existed. Inside of Amy’s chest was only silence. A silence she was very familiar with.

At distance, Priya and Lysimachus argued. She accused him of lying and omitting information to force her to join the plan.

“Kamilah!” Lysimachus looked at her and yelled. “What are you doing? Kill him, now!”

But she couldn’t move. It was like time had stopped around her and all she could see was Amy’s corpse lying in front of her. She looked down to her hands, they were completely covered by her fiancée’s blood. Her head started hurting again, forcing her into memories that she fought hard to forget…

—– Flashback —–

Venice, Italy - 1540

Kamilah stared at the small package she had just acquired. A silver ring, engraved with a rare diamond found in a tomb in Egypt recently. A small smile formed in the corners of her mouth.

She entered a small door that lead to a wooden staircase. She followed her way to a small studio, the one she had been living in the last eight months with Elena Fontana, a young artist she was sponsoring, and also her lover.

“Elena?” She called, not hearing a response. “I’m home ”

She looked around, spotting no signs the young woman was even there. She furrowed her brows confused. Being a newly Turned Vampire, Elena was insecure of leaving the house alone. Especially with the rumors of a skilled Hunter being around, mercilessly taking lives of all supernatural creatures that dared to cross his path.

Kamilah started having a bad feeling about it. An intuition that something had happened to Elena in her absence. Sometimes her bloodlust would be out of control and she’d accidentally hurt the mortals she was feeding from, what could attract them negative attention. Kamilah placed the ring inside a drawer and locked it with a key.

“It was too soon anyways,” she thought.

“K-Kamilah,” a female voice came from the bedroom, “what are you doing home so early? I-I thought you weren’t supposed to be here until dawn.”

Elena suddenly emerged in the living room.

“The meeting ended earlier than planned. Why do you look so nervous? What have you been up to while I was out?”

“My new Vampire senses, they did magic for my art! I finished a whole set of paintings in only a few hours! I’ve never been so inspired.”

She grabbed Kamilah’s hand and took her to the bedroom, where she examined her surroundings, observing five wonderful paintings.

“Oh my god. This is…” she took one the paintings in her hands, to examine it closer, “amazing. You’re finally going to achieve the recognition you deserve.”

“All thanks to you, amore mio.”

Elena embraced her from behind, placing a soft kiss on her neck. Though the windows were covered by heavy curtains, Kamilah was bothered by the rain that started falling outside.

“What’s wrong, Kamilah?” Elena asked.

“Nothing, just… the rain outside, the grey clouds… it’s giving me a bad feeling.”

“But you were just excited! Kamilah, you should start a career as a dramatic poet, you’ve got talent.”

She ignored Elena’s attempts to lighten her mood.

“Are you hungry?” She asked. “It has been almost two days since you last fed.

"I’m afraid to lose control again,” Elena’s expression darkened.

“You’ll never learn if you don’t practice enough. Like your paintings.”

She brushed off a strand of Elena’s hair that was falling over her face and caressed her exposed cheek.

“It’s not, my art is a gift. This is a curse.”

“It depends on how you see it.”

“True, knowing I’ll spend the rest of my life with you, that’s a gift.”

Kamilah kissed her forehead and the two of them went out into the night. They only had a couple of hours before the sunrise.

When they returned, Elena was upset. Once again she failed to tame her instincts. While Kamilah drank only a small amount of blood, she almost killed a man. They went straight to bed, where they fell asleep quickly. Elena didn’t want much physical contact at the moment, she wanted to be left alone, what Kamilah respected.

She woke up hours later in a hurry. As she opened her eyes, she could barely see anything with a distorted vision and a foggy head. Her heart was also racing abnormally… She only had time to dodge an attack, a stake pointed to her chest.

A male figure escaped through the open window before she could have any reaction. Kamilah quickly closed and covered it with the heavy curtains again. The sunlight affected Elena more than herself.

“Elena?” She turned around, looking for the young artist. But all she could find, were her ashes, spread over her side of the bed.

It couldn’t be. Elena. Her sweet Elena was dead.

—– End Of Flashback —–

Kamilah’s head was spinning, making her see Amy’s blood mixed with Elena’s ashes in her hands. A wave of darkness filled her soul and suddenly all the humanity she still had left was gone. Her instincts should be fully taking control of her body and turning her into a killer machine, but instead, she felt nothing, only pure emptiness.

“I failed to protect you… like I failed to protect her…”

“Kamilah!” Lysimachus was attempting to get her attention. For some reason, she couldn’t focus on his voice, everytime she did, memories of the day he was taken by the Romans started to erupt in her mind. She struggled against them.

“… failed to protect Lyimachus.”

The darkness inside was becoming unbearable. She grabbed one of her daggers, pointing it straight to her heart.

“What are you–?” He stopped. “Your psycho son of a bitch!”

The sound of someone being tackled to the ground and being repeatedly punched, finally caught some of her attention. She turned around, noticing her brother attacked Jameson. All she had time to see was his heart being removed, as well as his body turning into ashes.

“Kamilah, he was using his hypnotic tricks to mess with your head,” Lysimachus yelled. “Wake up, sister. Resist it!”

She observed Amy’s body again, then the puddle of blood by her side. She started having a strange sensation. A image started to form inside it, calling her, sinking her into it…

—– Flashback —–

Venice, Italy - 1540

Late night in a tavern, two men were chatting, in the most secluded table.

“King Gaius Augustine, I have the honor to announce your enemies will no longer bother your majesty.”

“Wolf Of Venice, you really do justice to your name,” Gaius stroked his cheek. “Who would say you could become such a loyal servant?”

Gaius delivered him the payment.

“But, My King, this is so much more than we arranged.”

“I know. There’s one last favor I need from you,” he handed him a piece of paper with an address.

“T-This is Kamilah Sayeed and her lover’s address.”

“Yes, and your killing them both.”

“She’s rumored to be one of the oldest Vampires around, making her highly powerful and fast.”

Gaius smirked and pushed a small vial in his direction.

“It won’t be a problem, once they drink this. It’s acts like a drug in our system, making us weak and stunned. Give it to a mortal of your trust, make sure to place it at the right place in the right time, when they go out hunting for a prey.”

—– End Of Flashback —–

When Kamilah returned to reality her eyes were burning red in rage. She dropped her dagger and turned her attention to Gaius.

“You ordered my death too… and you poisoned us! This is why I failed to protect her!”

“If you’re not My Queen, you won’t be anyone else’s,” Gaius spoke.

She grabbed the ceremonial stake Lysimachus found at Wright’s office, carved with ancient inscriptions. As it made contact with Amy’s blood, a blue flame erupted from it’s sharp tip.

“I. Am. Not. Your. Queen!“ she angered and lunged in his direction. "Not anymore.”

———-

Lysimachus

“You hid that from me, Hunter?” Priya questioned him. “You didn’t told me everything this mortal’s blood could do, so I wouldn’t have another choice but joining your plan!”

“Priya, I didn’t know it until recently and… would you even consider it? Take Amy’s life to obtain power, instead of killing him?”

“It’s easy for you to say. You’re not the weakest. You’re powerful, influent… The Council always underestimated me! They treat me like I’m still a filthy whore.”

“Stop! Can’t you see he’s playing games with your mind?”

“You’re exactly like–”

They both stopped, staring at the ground where Kamilah was kneeled near Amy’s body. Her eyes were wide and paralyzed in some sort of shock state.

“Kamilah!” Lysimachus yelled. “What are you doing? Kill him, now!”

She wouldn’t listen. A single tear streamed down her cheek.

“I failed to protect you… like I failed to protect her…” she started mumbling.

“Kamilah!”

“… failed to protect Lyimachus.”

“What the…”

The more he tried to get her attention and take her out of that state, more she’d go deeper into it. In an act of desperation and trauma, she grabbed one of her daggers and pointed to her chest. Gaius started to laugh hysterically.

“My Queen, so much for nothing… for you to be come frail and vulnerable because of a mortal.”

“Kamilah, darling,” Priya shouted. “It’s not time for reminisce on our personal tragedies. Go there and kill him, before he escapes. The Kamilah I know wouldn’t do it. She’s brave, tough, short-tempered…”

“The Kamilah I know wouldn’t do it,” Lysimachus thought. He knew that. He never expected this attitude coming from his twin sister. If she was strong enough to keep fighting by herself for five years after he was taken, how did she suddenly became so fragile? Then, he looked to a dark corner of the room, noticing they were not alone. Jameson was hiding behind a wooden column, doing some movements with his hands. He was using the hypnosis the was partially inside Kamilah’s brain to control her.

“What are you–?” He stopped. “Your psycho son of a bitch!”

Without thinking twice, he tackled him to the ground and started punching them repeatedly. What finally caught some of Kamilah’s attention. Wasting no more time, he shoved his hand inside Jameson’s chest, extracting his heart.

“I’m sorry, master. I failed…” he said, before vanishing into ashes.

“Kamilah, he was using his hypnotic tricks to mess with your head,” Lysimachus yelled. “Wake up, sister. Resist it!”

She looked to Amy’s blood again. Lysimachus approached, noticing Amy’s powers were showing her something… a vision from her past… something she never imagined. Kamilah returned to reality, in all her strength and power.

“You ordered my death too… and you poisoned us! This is why I failed to protect her!” Her eyes were blood-red in anger.

“If you’re not My Queen, you won’t be anyone else’s,” Gaius spoke.

“Show him who you are,“ Lysimachus smirked and threw something to his sister. The ceremonial stake he took from Wright’s office. The one that could kill Gaius or any other ancient vampires, if used correctly. When she dripped it in Amy’s blood, blue flames started burning in the tip.

“This is badass,” Priya grinned. “Do it, Kamilah. Take down his Old Ass for good!”

“I. Am. Not. Your. Queen!” Kamilah smirked and lunged into Gaius direction. She stopped, aware she couldn’t enter the seal. “Not anymore.”

Kamilah aimed at his heart, but before she could give the final blow, Gaius grabbed her wrist.

“You’re coming with me, My Queen.”

“Let me go,” she struggled, trying to free herself, her feet was just crossing the line between the circle and the outside. Though she was strong, Gaius was even stronger, she wouldn’t be able to escape his grip.

Lysimachus looked at Priya and winked.

“What?” She asked.

“Remember what I told you… before we enter here.”

In a flash, he threw himself at Gaius, restraining him by the arms.

“Kamilah, now. Stake him!”

His sister did as ordered. The stake teared through Gaius flesh, striking him exactly in the heart. The blue flames spread, consuming his entire body so intensely that it hurt their eyes.

“No,” he yelled. “Kamilah, you’ll r…”

When Lysimachus opened his eyes again, there was nothing but Gaius’ ashes inside the magical seal with him.

“It’s over,” he said. “We defeated him.”

“Brother,” Kamilah opened her eyes too. “But… you…”

“I couldn’t let him take you.”

The seal started to close, it was a matter of seconds before it consumed him too.

“How can I un-do it?” Kamilah asked. “There got to be a way!”

“You’ll need an element to counter the magical forces. It’s useless now, sister. We don’t have time…”

“I’m not losing you again.”

“That’s okay, sister,” he extended his hands, touching her for the last time. “I’m thankful for these months we had together.”

“Shit!” Priya shouted. “Think fast… an element to counter magical forces… something witches hate… of course!”

Lysimachus and Kamilah exchanged confused glances as she approached the circle and grabbed the dagger he gifted her, opening a gash on her palm. As her blood dripped on the seal, the flames settled and started fading…

“What do they hate more then Vampire’s blood? We’re cursed creatures. Undead beings…”

“There’s actually a functioning brain inside her head,” Kamilah teased.

Noticing he was finally safe, Lysimachus went in their direction, hugging them both at the same time.

“You know that it could’ve gone seriously wrong and killed us all,” he told Priya.

“But it worked!”

“It seems like it.”

Kamilah went back to Amy’s side, taking her in her arms and healing the cut on her neck.

“How long is it going to take, after we do the blood transfusion?”

“Only a few hours,” Lysimachus tried to assure her, but inside he wasn’t completely secure. There were no guarantees the spell had actually worked.

———-

Amy

“Is this how being dead feels like?” That was Amy’s first thought before she could actually open her eyes. She felt afraid of what was waiting for her on the other side.

Everything was dark. Distantly, all she could hear were voices. Kamilah, Lysimachus, Gaius… they were on battle. A battle that would decide the fate of both humans and Vampires. She got up and started running in their direction, but she couldn’t. It was like she was trapped on an endless world of darkness.

“Kamilah,” she called, hoping her fiancée would be able to hear, but as expected, there was no response.

After a while the voices silenced and she was completely alone. She sat down and started crying. That place gave her chills.

“There you are,” she looked up, noticing Lysimachus’ witch friend was standing in front of her.

“A-Are you dead too?” She asked, fearing the spell had gone wrong.

“Technically, no. But since we’re linked I felt you were in trouble and created a portal to find you. Get up, it’s time to return to your body.”

“How do I return?”

“Focus on yourself, on your body. You should get pulled back instantly.”

Amy closed her eyes, thinking about herself. Images of her body, lying on her bed at Kamilah’s penthouse, started to form inside her brain. She started being pulled when another force stopped her.

“I-I can’t…” she cried. “Something is not letting me!”

“Try again,” the witch told. “You’re too anxious.”

She tried, over and over again, only to fail repeatedly.

“I don’t wanna die…”

“Weird. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Amy sighed, displeased at the fact she was alone again. She wondered if the witch would even be able to return for her rescue. She closed her eyes, attempting to come back one more time, when she felt someone approaching.

“Amy, I’ve been waiting for you,” a female voice echoed in the darkness.

“Huh?!” She looked around, not seeing anyone.

“You need me…” the voice spoke again, “and I need you.”

A stunningly beautiful figure appeared in front of her.

“W-Who are you?”

“You’re my fate, Amy. Now come, join me. Your soul will give me the power I need to live again.”

“Keaseth.”

“This is how some groups called me, but I’ve had other names in different eras, different places… you call me as you want, my sweet Amy.”

Her voice was intoxicating, poisoning… for an instant, Amy felt she was under a spell she couldn’t escape. She felt Keaseth’s soul calling for hers, drawing hers.

“No,” she resisted. “I can’t do this.”

“You did, Amy. At the time you agreed to sacrifice yourself for a purpose, you agreed to join me.”

“Never!”

Amy tried to run, but Keaseth appeared in front of her. It was like she was everywhere in the darkness, in every corned she attempted to run to.

“Help,” she screamed. “Somebody help me!”

“They can’t hear you, Amy. It’s only you and me now, we’ll become one.”

The darkness disappeared and Amy saw herself in the temple again, the same one where Mrs. Wright attempted to sacrifice her. Keaseth was waiting for her to open the sarcophagus and enter, so they could merge.

“Dammit! I don’t wanna do this,” Amy closed her eyes, but a force keep pushing her into that direction and nothing she did was able to stop it. The First Vampire had a supernatural force like no one she had even seen before.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in front of her sarcophagus. Her hand moving involuntarily to open it.

“No,” she tried to resist it, “it’s a nightmare. Only another nightmare…”

“Amy! Stop!” Lysimachus’ witch friend had returned. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t wanna do this, she’s forcing me,” Amy pointed to Keaseth, who was standing next to the sarcophagus, smiling.

“Oh my god! S-She’s real!”

“I don’t care, just make her stop. Please.”

“My children,” Keaseth shook her head, “your forces are nothing compared to mine. You could never defeat me.”

“But maybe,” the witch started casting a spell, “my ancestors can. The same who trapped you inside this place before!”

She opened a portal and a white light invaded the whole room. Amy couldn’t see anything, but she could hear thousands of voices. Voices of witches of all eras and generations, with one only mission, to banish Keaseth again.

“No,” she yelled. “Amy, you need to help me. Come merge with me, you were born for this!”

“I make my own destiny,“ Amy answered.

"There will be consequences. Be ready to face them.”

Whatever she had to face, Amy didn’t care. All she wished for was to live a normal life with Kamilah, where she would be able to work, travel the world and start a family someday.

“Permission granted,” a voice coming from the portal told her. “If that’s what you wish for, you shall now return to your body.”

Amy nodded with a small smile on her face, before closing her eyes and feel she was being pulled back to her body.

———-

Kamilah

Kamilah placed the earphones and played that file one more time. She closed her eyes, paying attention on the heartbeats. Heartbeats she could no longer find in Amy’s chest.

Eight hours had passed since they finished the ritual and she was showing no signals of coming back to life. Kamilah found a note, blinking on Amy’s cell phone screen, asking her to turn on her laptop.

When she did, her pain only got more intense. Amy made a video saying goodbye, telling her to promise she’d still be happy. How she was supposed to be happy without the one person that made her feel happiness?

“Hey, sister,” Lysimachus entered the room. “You should feed. It’s been a while…”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Of course you are, the last time you…”

“You said she was going to come back,” she interrupted. “You promised me!”

“It may take a while.”

“Who are you trying to fool? Amy’s dead. She isn’t showing any improvement!”

Her brother sighed and looked at the girl, who was lying on the bed.

“I’m gonna talk to my friend, she’ll explain me what’s going on.”

Kamilah stared at him in silence, before recomposing herself. It wasn’t his fault. In truth, she almost lost him too. If wasn’t for Priya, the one person she didn’t trust at all, the seal would’ve consumed him along with Gaius. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective manner.

“What happened during the battle?” He asked. “What that monster was forcing you to see?”

“Memories from my past,” Kamilah answered. “From when you were captured, from when the Wolf Of Venice killed my lover.”

“And then? What made you return to your senses?”

“Amy’s blood. It showed Gaius closing a deal with that Hunter. He wanted me dead too, and as he knew it was impossible to kill me naturally, he poisoned us, so we’d be asleep. I didn’t feed much from a man that night, as for Elena… she almost killed him. That’s why I woke up in time to save myself. I lament I couldn’t save her too, but…”

“But?” Her brother raised his eyebrows curious.

“If she had survived, I wouldn’t have met Amy. And after this vision, I feel better about it. I have the feeling she knows why I couldn’t save her and that she’s happy for me.”

“I’m sure she is,” Lysimachus kissed her forehead. “I’ll bring Amy back, no matter what, okay? I promised her she’d marry you and I promise you the same, sister. On Saturday, you’ll be the most beautiful bride this planet has ever seen.”

“Stop,” she rolled her eyes, punching him slightly in the arm. “You’re making me blush and I hate it.”

“Of course,” he dragged her to a mirror. “With a twin like me, everyone will know where you’ve got your good looks from.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back…” he started leaving the room, suddenly Kamilah remembered one small detail.

“You’re forgetting something important.”

“What is it?”

“I’m older. You’ve got the good looks from me, little brother.”

He didn’t answer, making Kamilah smile in satisfaction. Back when they were children, Lysimachus always hated to be reminded she was born first.

“Five minutes is not even a difference!” He yelled from the corridor, making her let out a small laugh before she returned to Amy’s side.

———-

Lysimachus

"Ouch!” Priya complained as they entered the car. “Ouch, ouch… it hurts!”

“What’s wrong?” Lysimachus asked.

“My skin, it’s burning! My Daylight Ring isn’t working.”

“But why? What have you done? Did you break any of the rules?”

“Of course not!”

He quickly closed the windows, preventing the sunlight from entering the car.

“That little witch better have a good explanation,” Priya grunted as they parked the car in front the small building.

Lysimachus knocked at his friend’s door, obtaining no answer. He felt a shiver going down his spine. If something happened to her, it meant Amy’s life was also threatened. Using his skills, he picked the lock and rushed inside.

She was nowhere to be found. He only wasn’t able to check one room. The one she used for magic. He couldn’t forcefully open that door, he’d be violating the witches’ rules.

Lysimachus called her name once again.

“Just a minute,” she finally answered. “We’re in trouble here.”

“We?"

He sat on the living room to wait. Priya complaining all the time about her ring. He sighed, trying to not lose his patience. How could she be so selfish in a moment like this? When Amy’s life was in danger.

"Do you think I messed it up?” She asked. “Amy, I mean. Kamilah is going to kill me.”

“Of course not, you did as I told you.”

“But then, why my ring isn’t working? It’s obvious, I killed an innocent mortal.”

“Oh my god,” what she said made sense, what scared him even more.

About half an hour later, the female witch appeared in the living room.

“Sorry, it took longer than planned…” she panted, “but we did it. Amy is back to her body.”

Lysimachus sighed in relief.

"This is why I came to you. It’s been almost nine hours and she hadn’t returned yet.”

“Keaseth was trapping her. She wanted Amy’s soul to come back to life.”

“Really?!” His eyes widened in surprise. Though he was 2064 years old, so far all he had ever listened about the First Vampire were myths and legends.

“Yes, we had a hard time to banish her.”

“Do you think she will cause us trouble in the future?”

“I’m not sure, she’s determined but, Amy’s a tough one, she’ll know how to protect herself.”

“Enough with the First Vampire bullshit,” Priya whined. “I want to know why my ring isn’t working!”

“It’s simple,” the witch answered. “You violated one of the rules.”

“I didn’t, I only killed Amy because of the ritual, and because you assured she’d live again.”

“Hmmm…” the young female paused for a second, as if she was waiting for a response from her ancestors. “Basically, you insulted the witches. You violated a sacred magical seal. With your Vampire blood, what makes it ten times worse.”

“I did it to because someone went on a suicidal mission to kill Gaius. I saved Hunter’s life, this should be taken in consideration!”

“You still can have it back,” the witch assured. “All you have to do is to beg for the witches’ forgiveness.”

Priya rolled her eyes before starting yelling “I’m sorry” at random places of the room. Lysimachus controlled himself to not laugh.

“On your knees, to show you regret what you’ve done.”

Priya angrily followed the witch’s suggestion.

“Explain your reasons.”

“I only did it to save H… I mean, Lysimachus.”

“Because?”

“Because I ca… we’re friends. And Kamilah shouldn’t lose her fiancée and brother in the same day, right?”

Lysimachus couldn’t hold it anymore, he burst into laughs.

“It’s only a temporary suspension,” his friend whispered. “I’m only testing if she can be trusted. And torturing her a little bit.”

———-

Amy

Amy coughed as the air returned to her lungs. She still felt dizzy, making it hard for her to finally open her eyes.

“What you did was absolutely stupid, Amy. You knew you were going to die! You didn’t even consider how I was going to feel about it!”

“Good morning to you too, Kamilah,” she mumbled.

When she was finally able to see the female vampire, she was sitting by her side on the bed, with a scowl on her face, fighting hard to hide a smile.

“I thought you were dead.”

“But I’m not,” Amy sat down to hug her and she retributed, with all the strenght of a 2064 years old Vampire.

“Ouch! You’re gonna kill me for real…”

“You’re never doing this again.”

“I hope not, it wasn’t a very pleasant experience.”

Kamilah buried her face on her chest to hear her heartbeats. Amy stroked her hair, noticing how desperate she looked, for thinking she had lost her. After a quiet moment together, she sighed, ready to know about the battle against Gaius and tell Kamilah what happened.

“How was the battle?” Amy asked, still caressing Kamilah’s soft hair. “Was it hard to defeat him?”

“Not really,” she told, face still buried on her chest. “But I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Did he try anything with you?”

She didn’t answer. Amy didn’t push her. She knew when Kamilah felt comfortable enough she’d eventually tell her.

“I almost couldn’t make it, you know?” Amy changed the subject. “S-She was trapping me there. She wanted to use me to come back to life.”

“Who, Amy?” Kamilah faced her again. “Who are you talking about?”

“The First Vampire.”

Amy told her everything that happened while she was out of her body.

“They were able to contain her for a while, but something tells me she won’t be giving up.”

“We won’t let it happen,” Kamilah enlaced her fingers with hers. “And if she finds a manner… we’ll fight together.”

Amy gave her a small smile, before drawing her for a kiss.

“So, Kamilah Sayeed, there’s no escape now. We’re getting married.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Are you?”

“Not at all. Actually, I’m looking forward for that SPA day you promised me.”

“Hmmm I was thinking, we should extended our stay. Would you like go, right now?”

After reuniting with Lysimachus, Priya, Lily and Adrian, Amy said goodbye again, before entering Kamilah’s car.

“I can’t believe it,” Lily had teary eyes, “next time I see you, it’ll will be on your wedding day.”

“Yes, Lil and I’m sure you’ll be the hell of a bridesmaid!”

Next: Kamilah and Amy are getting married! Will they finally say ‘yes’? Stay Tuned!

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