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davidedwardking · 4 years

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I found an extremely bizarre internet survey

Nobody knows what rock bottom truly is until they've hit it.

Being abruptly fired from a job you've worked at for the past ten years, and then catching your girl cheating on you with your replacement really makes a man think.

Hell, my student loans aren't even paid off yet.

What a shitshow this life is.

After a rather boozy night that consisted of sending out about four dozen resumes and horrendously written cover letters, I passed out.

When I woke up the next morning, I decided to at least try and make some money at home while waiting for an interview.

At that moment, I thought that the best way to go about it was completing those internet surveys that yielded 5 dollar subway gift cards and other shit like that after about an hour of answering questions. I mean, I didn't have any other marketable skills that could've yielded immediate income.

It was either that or wasting the day away playing computer games. At least I wouldn't have to pay for food.

I did these surveys for about 5 hours before nearly passing out. It was way more excruciating then I'd originally anticipated. At the end of those 5 hours, I'd accumulated about $45 in cash and gift cards.

$9 an hour. Not like I was making much more than that before. I was about to close my laptop up for the day and head to a bar in an attempt drown out my melancholy when I first saw it.

It shouldn't even have been noticeable... but for one reason or another, it was. At the bottom corner of the website that I was on, existed a tiny, singular advertisement. Maybe it was the simplicity that got me. Plain black letters in a tacky font that read "Surveys for cash" overlapped a completely white background.

At least they were direct with the message. One more couldn't hurt, I thought. Might as well scrape together a little bit more booze money before heading out.

I sat back down, clicked on the picture link and prepared myself to grind through some more painstaking inquires. The first few questions were simple enough. I guess they weren't really questions, but more data collection. My name, age and occupation. I thought it was kind of weird that they also asked my height and weight, but it wasn't unheard of.

The first real question was a different story though. I must have stared at it, eyes wide and mouth agape, for god knows how long.

What the actual hell?

In plain English, this is what popped up on my screen: "How strong is your urge to currently look behind you?"

There were five options below, ranging from "Not at all" to "overwhelming".

There was no feasible reason why I should've been afraid at that moment. But I was. I tightened my breathing, trying to make out any subtle noises behind me. There were none. After maybe about five minutes, I worked up the courage to look. There was nothing. I sighed in relief and scoffed at myself at the same time.

This must have been some kind of joke. However, I decided to entertain it, answering "neutral" and clicking onto the next question. This is what it read: "Why would you look behind you?"

I smirked. Funny, before simply typing in a "I don't know" in the response box and once again clicking next. This was the 3rd question: "You're on a plane. Apart from you, there is only one other passenger, who is sitting somewhere behind you. At some point, you get up to go to the washroom, and find that the man is gone. You check to see if he is in the only bathroom on the plane, but he isn't. What do you do?"

Again, I must have stupidly stared at it for nearly ten minutes. Was this some kind of obscure personality test? I mean, it must have been, right? Right?

I put the same answer that I used for the last question: "I don't know." It was true. I didn't know. How was I supposed to answer this shit?

I click next again, now more intrigued than anything. The 4th question went like this: "You wake up in woods unfamiliar to you. It's nighttime, and the moonlight provides you with only slight visibility. About thirty feet away from you, there is a small, dimly illuminated cabin. The door is open, and a smiling woman is motioning for you to come in. Do you go? Explain why."

This question wasn't necessarily weirder than the last one, so my conjecture that this was some kind of odd personality test was still feasible. I actually make an attempt to answer this one, something along the lines of going into the cabin because there's simply nowhere else to go.

Once again, I click next. Probably shouldn't have.

The questions started getting fucked up. They weren't too gory or explicit, not anything like that. They were just stranger. Weirder. More psychologically disturbing. If you're wondering why the hell I kept going, I can't really give you an explicit answer to that. I just felt like I had to. It was an esoteric, creeping sensation that I can't quite explain away. But I could never shake it. So I just went on.

Some of the questions that stood out were:

"Suppose that you wake up one night to find an elevator in your house. During every midnight after that, it opens up for five minutes, revealing an exact copy of yourself that gets progressively more injured as time goes on. Do you keep living like this? Or do you enter the elevator once and end it all?"

And:

"You're in a hotel room but are awoken by a rapid knocking at your window. You peek through the blinds, seeing what appears to be a man missing both his eyes. He puts his mouth to the glass and tells you to kill the woman in the bathroom immediately. Do you listen to him?"

This was one of my least favorites:

"You are watching home videos with your mother. One of the tapes include footage of her being murdered by a masked intruder. Your mother simply laughs at this footage without saying anything. In your opinion, is this a cause for concern?"

In addition to this insanity-inducing shit, there were some rather disconcerting events happening in real life as well. I received a knock at the door about thirty minutes in. I looked through my peephole to find a guy standing there, frantically shaking his head and mouthing "no" while making direct eye contact with me. He looked terrified. Obviously, I didn't open up.

I received about ten phone calls from somebody named "the auditor" on my caller ID. They left a message every time, but each one was just a recording that consisted of somebody saying numbers through heavy static. Actually, it sounded more like screaming now that I think about it.

About an hour into this thing, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I was petrified of looking behind me, even though there was no indication that anything should've been there. I heard some soft scratching coming from my vent at one point, so I moved my couch over it.

Eventually, I reached what appeared to be the end of the survey. However, it wasn't a question. It was simply a statement.

"Don't let them in. They're not to be trusted."

Almost as if it were on cue, I heard more knocking at my door about five seconds after reading this. As slowly and silently as I could, I moved over and looked through the peephole once again. It was a different person than the one I'd seen earlier. She was a woman, looking to be in her mid twenties. She was wearing a thick blazer, despite it being around 90 Fahrenheit outside. She was also wearing sunglasses, so I could never really tell where she was actually looking. She eventually took a piece of paper out of her pocket and slipped it under the door.

I look down and read it.

"It's lying. Leave your apartment immediately."

It's been about half an hour since. I can't bring myself to look at the computer screen nor at the woman outside. She's still there. I can see the shadows of her feet from underneath my door. I heard my bedroom window open a few minutes ago, but I've since jammed the door shut with a chair. I can hear some kind of distorted muttering coming from behind it now.

Maybe rock bottom wasn't so bad.

But what the fuck am I supposed to do here?

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worldofblade · 6 years

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Head Assassin Ch 7

BTS Fanfic: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | (T-1) | (T-2) | 5 | 6 | (T-3) | 7 | (T-4) |

Warnings: Violence/blood/gore, attempted rape, attempted kidnapping, elements of torture, death, dark!fic, dark!bts.

Rating: R

Beta: The ever wonderful @blerdygirlwrites

A/N: Hope you enjoy this next chapter in the main plot. Love to hear feedback. :)

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“Finally found it…” Ji-Soo sighed. She had spent almost an hour placing call after call to materials management trying to get the correct tubing sent to the floor that she was helping today. Finally, after yet again getting regular tubing, instead of blood tubing she decided to go down to the damn warehouse herself. The nurses had already run to other floors and borrowed from them, but Ji-Soo wanted to see that they got stocked properly.

“She is a pretty little thing; too bad she is a hybrid whore!”

Startled by the comment, she came to a stop as she rounded the corner at the front entrance of the supply warehouse. She saw two unknown men who seemed to be talking to her bodyguard. “Chen, who are-”

Ji-Soo stumbled backwards as one of the men began stalking towards her. He was huge, wearing work boots and a black beanie; eyes full of malice. Ji-Soo looked to Chen and was shocked to see a sadistic smile on his face. She stared stupidly at the man who was supposed to keep her safe. Finding the warehouse void of workers hadn’t phased her when she initially came down, as she was only focused on finding at least one box of tubing to take back to the floor. Now, the stark reality of it all came crashing down. She was alone, and in danger.

Reacting purely on instinct, Ji-Soo turned and ran. Only taking a few strides before the huge man shoved her to the floor. Clawing at the concrete floor and gasping for breath, she tried to get back on her feet, but a heavy steel-toe work boot crashed down on her back grinding her further into the floor. Laughter met her scream of pain. Suddenly the foot was gone, and a pair of rough hands grabbed Ji-Soo by her hair and flipped her onto her back as she gulped air into her bruised lungs.

“Not so high and mighty are we now, Bitch?” Chen sneered, dragging Ji-Soo off the floor to her feet. He back-handed her sending her tumbling to the floor again, smiling when he saw the blood pouring from her mouth.

“Grab the tramp and let’s go.” The second man said, as he pushed his glasses further up his nose and glanced worriedly at the door to the warehouse.

“No! I’m going to take what’s coming to me!” Chen snarled, before straddling Ji-Soo and pawing at her shirt.

JI-Soo’s will to fight had subsided for a moment as she battled against the dizziness and nausea threatening to overwhelm her, but feeling Chen’s hands and body pressed against hers brought back the need to fight.

“Bastard!” She screamed, before scratching and biting blindly, hoping to strike anything she could reach. Trying to kick her legs up to buck him off was useless, but still she tried. Chen continued to rain blows down on her face to stop her from resisting, but at this point she was numb to the pain. She knew that if she stopped fighting, she would be raped and killed. She wasn’t going to stop fighting.

“I should have known, a hybrid slut liked it rough!” Chen wrapped his hands around Ji-Soo’s throat and squeezed. He felt a thrill as she sputtered and clawed at his hands, trying to suck oxygen back in to her burning lungs.

Blackness was overtaking her. Ji-Soo felt herself fading and wondered if this was the end. Her last thought was that her mother would miss her terribly.

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Jungkook was done with his meeting at the hospital but couldn’t make himself leave. After much debate, he just decided to give in and do what he really wanted to do; ask where Lee Ji-Soo was stationed. Learning the floor where she was stationed made him feel giddy. He knew it probably wasn’t right, but he was really looking forward to talking with her again. Their encounter on the hospital steps earlier that day had been somewhat embarrassing, but if he was truthful with himself, it had also been extremely pleasant. Not only was she funny and kind, but his body had felt scorched when she had flattened against him trying not to fall. Feeling his face heat up, Jungkook was very happy the elevator was empty. He also knew that Namjoon would kill him if he became aware of what he was thinking. The elevator doors opened, and for a split second Jungkook almost hit the down button that would take him away. Away from the inappropriate thoughts and feelings, but then he couldn’t. Stepping out, he made his way to the main desk.

“Ji-Soo went to materials.” A harried unit clerk answered Jungkook as she typed into a computer.

“Wasn’t that a while ago?” A passing nurse asked, after hearing their conversation. “I would think she would have been back by now.”

Jungkook felt a knot form in his stomach when the clerk asked others if they had seen Ji-Soo return, and all shook their heads no.

“How do I get to materials?” Jungkook asked.

“It’s on lower level 1, but you can’t access it. You need a badge.”

Ripping the badge off the clerk, Jungkook ignored her and her co-workers’ shouts and headed toward the stairs. He didn’t completely understand why his gut was telling him to hurry, but he wasn’t going to ignore it. Using his phone to send a message to Namjoon, Jungkook started running.

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Namjoon loosened his tie and sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Meeting after damn meeting. He never realized how much bullshit red-tape one had to cut through to run a military. Well, a government, really. Hearing his phone beep for what had to be the thousandth time that day, Namjoon suppressed the urge to throw the thing at the wall. Taking a steadying breath, he brought up his messages. He felt his blood run cold, and his breath stop. Jumping out of his chair, he ran out of his office and down to the garage of the building. Almost colliding with Yoongi and Jimin who were doing the same after also receiving the message from Jungkook.

“I’ll alert the hospital to go on lockdown.” Yoongi said, as they all three pounded down the stairs. Namjoon didn’t reply as he pushed through the basement door, tearing it off its hinges. The three raced to a car. Yoongi barely managed to open the car door for Namjoon before he tore it open, saving it from being demolished. Piling in, Jimin threw the car into gear and sped out, narrowly avoiding smashing into the opening garage doors.

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Bursting through the stairwell door, Jungkook followed the signs that led him to materials. Getting closer to the warehouse door, his years of training kicked in, and he silently made his way down the rest of the hallway. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was ready for anything. At least he thought he was. Hearing a muffled, but obviously female scream, Jungkook’s training for stealth flew out the window. Not even remembering that he had a badge to unlock the door, Jungkook threw a powerful kick at the door, splintering it to pieces.

The three men surrounding Ji-Soo jumped when an inhuman roar echoed around the warehouse. Chen had a moment of confusion when he suddenly saw his two friends on the floor staring at him with glassy eyes and broken necks. Before his brain could fully process what was going on, he flew through the air, and felt his head crack against the wall. He felt the thick gush of blood before slumping to the floor unconscious.

“Ji-Soo?” Jungkook forced himself back under control, as he knelt next to Ji-Soo and tried to feel for a pulse. It sickened him to see the bloody mess that the three men had made of her. Calm settled over Jungkook as he discovered she still had a heartbeat and that she was getting air through her battered throat. Jungkook gathered Ji-Soo up in his arms and began muttering what he hoped were soothing words.

Ji-Soo fought her way through the darkness. She could feel strong arms still had her in their grasp and decided that she was still not going to give up. Letting out a hoarse cry, she again began to weakly thrash around.

“Ji-Soo! It’s ok. It’s Jungkook. I have you. You’re safe.” Jungkook soothed trying to keep Ji-Soo from hurting herself more.

“Jung…Jungkook?” Ji-Soo blinked a few times, finally bringing Jungkook’s face into focus. Then she turned her head and saw two bodies lying at horrible, unnatural angles, obviously dead. “I’m going to be sick…”

Jungkook helped Ji-Soo scramble to her knees and held her hair back as she retched and vomited. He knew it was all too much for her. Not only had she been attacked, but this was probably the fist time she had ever seen death. After a while, Ji-Soo slumped back into Jungkook’s arms again.

“Chen was with them!” Ji-Soo rasped, as she burrowed further into Jungkook’s warmth. “I thought I was going to die!” With that she began to sob. Clinging to Jungkook like he was her lifeline.

Jungkook let her cry. Let her clutch him in a death grip. He knew that he should be calling for an emergency team to get down here and start treating her, but instead he sat and held her. He didn’t think he had ever been so scared, when he thought for a moment that she was dead. Glancing over at Chen to make sure he was still out, Jungkook had to force himself, yet again, to not kill him. Even in his rage, he had known that he needed to keep Chen alive. The bodyguard needed to be questioned, but it had taken everything in him to not crush the man’s skull. He could hear people running down the hall and started to turn towards the door.

Namjoon, followed closely by Jimin and Yoongi, ran into the room. Namjoon quickly took in the scene before zeroing in on Ji-Soo. Kicking the dead bodies away so that Ji-Soo would not have to look at them, he crouched by Jungkook and began taking Ji-Soo into his own arms.

Not being able to keep completely up with what was happening so fast around her, Ji-Soo thought someone was attacking her again, and trying to take her away from Jungkook.

“NO!” Ji-Soo screamed, and clutched tighter to Jungkook as she became hysterical. Jungkook immediately pulled her tighter against him, and away from Namjoon. Namjoon felt like he had been slapped when his wife burrowed deeper into Jungkook to avoid his hands and continued to hyperventilate and cry. Shock finally setting in, Ji-Soo slumped into oblivion.

Jungkook, feigning caution to hide his reluctance, gave Ji-Soo over to Namjoon who’s eyes were boring into his own. The two hybrids gave each other dark looks, before Namjoon quickly took Ji-Soo to the elevator and the emergency room. Looking down at his now empty arms, Jungkook fought the ridiculous need to go and demand Namjoon give Ji-Soo back. Taking in the blood that stained his suit, Jungkook felt his heart speed up at what could have happened if he had not got here in time.

“Was Chen down when you came?” Yoongi asked.

“No. I did that to Chen.” Jungkook shook himself from his thoughts and forced himself to think about the here and now. Coming to his feet, he faced the other two hybrids. “Chen was part of it. When I came in, he had Ji-Soo on the ground. I killed the other two and incapacitated him.”

Just then, Chen moaned, and slowly his eyes opened. When his eyes finally focused, he was met with the truly terrifying site of a grinning Yoongi.

“Hello, Chen.” Yoongi’s voice rang out almost scarily cheerful. “We are going to get to know each other very well.”

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Namjoon wanted to kill someone. No, not someone. Chen. He wanted to kill Chen. Knowing that he was needed to be kept alive to find out what the hell was going on, did nothing to lessen this desire. The only thing he had cared about, at first, was getting Ji-Soo to medical help. He allowed the community hospital she volunteered at to stabilize her, and then transferred her to a secured location for the rest of the treatment. It was a hybrid run hospital, and Namjoon felt slightly less anxious now that she was on one of his military bases. Looking at her, he felt his stomach tighten. She was covered in nasty bruises and suffered a concussion and several cracked ribs. It had been 2 days since the attempted kidnapping, and Ji-Soo wanted to go home, but Namjoon wanted to keep her at the hospital, just to ensure she was healing properly.

“No….no don’t…. help…. Jungkook….”

Namjoon reached for Ji-Soo’s hand as she slipped into the throes of another nightmare. She had them almost every time she was finally able to drift off to sleep.

“It’s ok. You’re safe. I’m here.” Namjoon said, waiting for her to either calm, or awake. It killed him every time she had these dreams. It was something he could do nothing about. He wanted to banish them for her, but he couldn’t. It also killed him that she called out for Jungkook every time. Jungkook had saved her, and even now Namjoon knew that she only truly felt safe when Jungkook was in the room. She never told him that, or even asked to see Jungkook, but Namjoon knew. It made his demon furious. It made him jealous. It made him ashamed. He wasn’t the one who protected her, and he would never forgive himself.

Ji-Soo’s eyes popped open and frantically darted around the room.

“Namjoon?”

“I’m here.” He answered, gently helping her sit up in bed. He made sure the pillows were where she wanted them, and then poured her some water.

“It still makes me chuckle to think that the big bad General Kim is fluffing my pillows and pouring me water.” Ji-Soo smiled before accepting the water.

“I know, my rep is taking a serious blow.” Namjoon forced himself to tease back. This was another thing she had started to do. Always trying to say something funny or trying to always have a smile on her face. She would never acknowledge the nightmares and had only talked about the attack once. The other attempts to bring it up, whether by Namjoon or the therapist, were met with clipped yes or no answers to questions.

A knock at the door, had Ji-Soo grabbing his hand. Giving her a reassuring squeeze, Namjoon smiled.

“Jimin and Jungkook are going to stay with you while I attend an important meeting.” Namjoon said, before going to the door to let them in.

“General.” Both hybrids bowed. Namjoon acknowledge them but couldn’t stop his jaw from clenching and giving Jungkook a hard stare. He was afraid that he was fast coming to hate Jungkook. It was harsh, and unfair as he owed Jungkook for saving Ji-Soo; but even that fact was not stopping the hate. His demon wanted to beat the Golden-hybrid bloody and then laugh as he watched him die. Those feelings always gave Namjoon pause, as he wondered if he was somehow more closely related to a Scorch than anyone knew. Turning back to Ji-Soo, Namjoon plastered a smile on his face while Jimin and Jungkook followed him into the room.

“I should be back by lunch.” Namjoon said, “You can contact me at any time.”

“I know, I know.” Ji-Soo smiled. “If I get so much as a broken nail, these two will tell you. Don’t worry.”

Namjoon stood looking at Ji-Soo for a bit, before finally forcing himself to walk out of her room. The door shut, and Namjoon could make out Jungkook saying he brought one of those trashy entertainment magazines for her. He could imagine the truly beautiful smile that she would grace Jungkook with. A smile, that she had never given him.

“Want me to kill Golden Boy?” Yoongi asked, bringing Namjoon out of his thoughts. His second in command was lounging on one of the hallway chairs. Namjoon eyed him for a moment, trying to see if he was joking. Then scoffed at himself. Of course, Yoongi wasn’t joking. If Namjoon wanted Jungkook dead, Yoongi would gladly do it.

“Not at present, no.” Namjoon answered, walking past Yoongi towards the elevators.

“Liar, liar.” Yoongi taunted, before following.

“What I do want.” Namjoon bit out, showing his frustration. “Is for you to start doing your damn job and finding out why my wife was attacked!”

“I plan to pay Chen a visit tonight.” Yoongi said, not at all phased by Namjoon’s outburst. “I usually wouldn’t let my prisoner see a single soul for at least a week, but I moved up my timetable for you.”

“I appreciate it.” Namjoon deadpanned, before punching the elevator button.

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A blast of freezing cold water hit Chen, bringing him out of his stupor.

“Wakey, wakey!”

Trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, Chen rubbed at his eyes. The sound of a chair being dragged across the concrete, grated on his already shot nerves, and he moved to the corner to huddle. Only daring to look up when it was quiet again.

“Hello Chen. How are you tonight?” Yoongi asked. He smiled when Chen began to cry.

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years

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Rainy Night

I felt really soft after watching their Grow Up M/V. Those lyrics hit me deep and I started crying omg im a looossseeerrr but seriously guys please take your time with what you’re doing. Don’t let your negative thought cloud over your positive ones and remember there’s always people to talk to! I’m always available to talk to anyone! - Chii

✿ Stray Kids’ Jisung x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ College!AU ✿ 2k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii

Background info: Jisung and you have been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school. You both are in your 3rd year of college and you both go to the same one! You are a full-time college student and part-time worker at retail. Jisung is also a full-time college student and does music gigs with his band SK (wow what could that mean)

I made the following divider so please don't take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii

It was just your luck when the RA of your dorm taped up the 'OUT OF SERVICE' paper on the elevator as soon as you walked through the front doors. He apologized to you and went back to his office, leaving you there. You took out your phone to text Jisung.

Y/N: I’ll be up in a bit. I keep the spare key at the bottom of the mailbox.

Jisung: Okay 😊 I’ll see you soon!!! 😚

You sighed as you walked up the flights of stairs to the 9th floor. Your shoes felt like they were made out of lead but in reality, they were waterlogged. The clanking of the contents inside your bag echoed in the hallway. The yellowish lights tainted the cream walls. At one point, you had to hold onto the green railing to catch your breath. Eventually, you got to your room. You come to a stop when you stood outside the dark wood door. Looking down at your rain soaked shoes, you made an effort to get as much rain as you could off of them before you walked in. You lightly stomp your feet on the Welcome Mat and shook them off. There was a green post it on your door.

“I won’t be coming back until tomorrow in the afternoon, overnight study group! I’ll see you in class.”

Your roommate’s note sparked your memory of the final in your English class tomorrow that you completely forgot to study for. The things in your bag moved around some more as you pulled out the silver keys from your damp pocket to unlock the door. You sigh at the warmth of your dorm as you stepped inside. Jisung probably turned the heat on for you seeing that it was pouring outside. You let your bag slide off your back and hit the floor. This got Jisung’s attention that you were finally home from working at the on-campus bakery.

"Welcome back." He said as he made a midnight snack of Oreos that he took from your hidden stash in your desk.

You made a soft hum to let him know you heard him. You took off your shoes and haphazardly hung the wet jacket on the coat rack behind the door. You watched the drops of rain hit the floor. You left it alone, it was going to dry anyway and no one was going to enter or leave the dorm after you came back. Jisung peeked out his head from the mini fridge in search of milk to catch sight of you fully. Your face was dull and down while your body looked like it was about to fall at any moment. He set down the blue and white packaged box as his eyes followed you to your bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he stood by the small coffee table he had just put the Oreos on. You didn't turn on the lamp that was on top of the nightstand that was sandwiched in between your roommate’s bed and yours.

"Mh." You mumble out. Not wanting to talk about it, you took off your wet socks and threw them in the laundry basket that was next to your desk. You pulled your shirt over your head causing Jisung to quickly look away and find sudden interest at the time on the clock. It was 1:33 AM.

"Why are you back so late? I was getting impatient, the bed was getting cold." He said jokingly and smiled but the dark room made it impossible to make out from your sight.

"The overnight shift girl was late and that made me late for the bus back here." You spit at him. Your words were unknowingly cold and harsh. You were irritated and annoyed. Jisung immediately knew something was off and got worried. Anyone would be annoyed at walking almost 20 minutes from the bakery to the dorm in the pouring rain but there was more than that.

"Hey, wait. Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern for you but you just needed to hop into the shower right now and talking to him was pushing it back.

"Obviously not! Does it look like I'm okay?" You turned to him and shouted. He was shocked. You realized how you sounded and turned away from him.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm going to go take a shower. Don't wait up for me." You gather your things while Jisung's eyes were still on you up until you closed the door to the bathroom.

You let yourself strip down from your underwear that stuck to your body uncomfortably. The rain really soaked through everything. You wasted no time in turning the hot water on and letting your tense muscles loosen. Jisung, on the other hand, was digging in duffle bag he bought for the night for something specific. Once he found it, he took off his sleeping shirt and threw on the sweater. He went to look for the thermos he prepared before he left his shared dorm with Seungmin. It was some calming tea that he knew you liked to drink on rainy days. You mentioned that you ran out of it and hadn’t been able to go to the store to buy some more. He decided to pick it up after his band practice with the boys before it started raining heavily that day. He gripped his hand around the silver bottle to see if it was warm and then opened the top to let some of the heat out. He left the bottle to cool on the coffee table while he went to your bed and fluffed up the pillows just in time for you to walk out. Your eyes landed on Jisung's pose on the bed. His body was parallel to the metal bed frame while his elbow was up and supporting his head. His knee was up while the other was rested straight.

"Hey there, cutie." Jisung saw you in one of his oversized shirts he gave you and sleeping shorts. He had to hold himself back with how cute you looked.

"Jisung, not tonight." After that hot shower you just wanted to sleep the night away until you had to go to class the next morning.

"Come on, I bought out your favorite sweatshirt of mine." You observed the gray fabric on his body and looked for the Champion® logo.

"I'll get it wet." You said as you frowned, you bought the sweater for him as a gift and the last thing you wanted to do was get it wet.

"Wow, my arms sure do feel empty right now." Jisung said as he grabbed a pillow and held it in his arms. He closed his eyes and gripped onto it. One eye opened when he heard your giggling.

"I'm coming you loser hold on." Jisung smiled happily as you tried to get as much water as you could out of your hair before draping the towel on a rack behind the bathroom door. You happily jumped into the bed and sat on your knees by Jisung’s side.

“Oh! Hold on!” His cheeks raised as he went to get the thermos from the coffee table. The weight on the bed shift as the springs creaked. He walked back and sat at the edge of the bed. You felt the weight shift again. The scent of its contents filled your senses.

“Jisung, is that what I think it is?” You said a little too excitedly. Jisung laughed at your overly excited attitude. His light laughter filled the room.

“Yeah! I picked it up today! It’s still pretty hot and I wouldn’t want you burning your tongue.” He said as he set it down on the nightstand on your roommates side. You waited for him to turn back around to you. You threw your arms around his shoulders and rested your head at the base of his neck.

“You’re too good for me. I’m sorry about earlier.” You said as you stayed in the position. Jisung sighed and bought his arms around your waist.

"Talk to me Y/N. You’ll feel a lot better once you get it all out.” He said as he moved around so you two could be in a more comfortable position to talk.

“You really are the best.” You said after you had placed a quick kiss on his chubby cheek. You sighed and got ready to unleash all your emotions and events throughout the day. Jisung reached his arm over to grab the thermos and fully unscrew the cap.

“I was about to leave since my shift ended but the manager said the night shift employee wasn’t here yet. I stupidly agreed to stay until she came but it’s not like I couldn’t say no, she's my boss.” You took the cap from Jisung and took a sip of the tea before setting it back on the table.

“That was also the last bus. While walking home bus my shoes got wet! You would think that people would be more cautious while driving in the rain and go slower but no! That was the last thing I needed today.” The bus you usually took back to the dorm already left by the time you stepped foot outside the bakery. You went on to continue talking about the second half of your day. Your classes were fine, lessons went well and you had a really good lunch. Everything turned bad when you stepped into the bakery.

“There was a bunch of rude students who demanded their orders even though their food cards had a balance of $0.00! It makes sense of check your card before ordering and trying to pay with it right?” You finished your sentence to look up at him. He smiled and kissed your temple softly.

“Mh-mh.” Jisung hummed to agree while he kept you in his arms. His thumb running across the knuckles on your hand that he was holding.

“Then the manager ended up blaming me for being rude to the customer even though she didn’t listen that they were broke as a college student could be. They got their free meal and I got an annoying earful.” You took another sip of tea, it was cooler now so you ended up gulping it down. When you coughed, Jisung got startled and grabbed the tissue box on the nightstand and took some out for you.

“Thanks, I think I need to stop drinking tea like that.” You wiped your mouth and chin area before balling it up and tossing it into the waste bin.

“Great shot babe!” Jisung let go of your hand to hi-five and then immediately went back to holding your hand.

“Were you able to take any breaks?” Jisung said. You sighed and nodded left to right.

“No. I didn’t get to eat dinner either because the food stand in school already closed.”

“I wish I knew, I would have picked something up.”

“It's alright, I'll wake up early and get something to eat before my morning class starts,” you paused and then groaned.

“Speaking of class, there was a wonderful exam in the afternoon.

”“You'll do well on it, trust me. English isn't as bad as you think it is! Just don't over think the questions and you'll do great like you always do.”

“Thanks,” Jisung waited for you to say something but you pressed your head against the sweater. Your head was to his heart and hearing the rhythmical beating of it.

"Why is it so hard for me?" You desperately didn’t want to wet it with your tears but you couldn’t help it.

"Hey, listen to me." You felt his hand cup your face to look up at him.

"You did really well today. You're doing good. If it gets hard, don't worry. It's alright. You had a bad day and everyone has those. I'll be by your side, Kay?” You hummed and let yourself enjoy his home-like warmth. You two laughed soon after his stomach growled, “oh my gosh. Moment ruined.”

“You know, Felix found a 24/7 Asian fusion restaurant that delivers right to the dorm door.” Jisung said as he fished his phone out from his sweatpant pocket.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You two smiled and giggled at the hour of 2 am.

Bruh Ive had this as a wip for like 2 weeks. I finished this the April 16th but bc I schedule my stuff you'll see this much later. I WAS EDITING THIS AND I JUST REALIZED!!! NO JISUNG DIDN'T WANNA DO THE DO™ HE WANTED TO CUDDLE IDK IF SOME OF Y'ALL MIGHT GET THE WRONG IDEA BUT NO HE'S A SOFT BOI and underaged ya nasty. A gentle reminder to not sexualize minors. Legit felix was like “I’m still a minor” soooooo chill yourselves. No shade bc idk anyone who writes like SK nasty stuff but thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung fluff #han scenarios #han imagines #han fluff #chii

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reddieforakiss · 6 years

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can u pretty please do either a sleepover realization of feels for reddie or just them being adorable and in love at school?? i would love that sm:))

Love the sleep over idea!! also holdin’ onto the school idea for later

We Belong (belong together)

//A Reddie Sleepover Fic (rated T)

- the boys are 17// content warning for light underage drinking and passionate smoochin

- 3,669 WORDS

( this song will come in handy to get the full feel later on in the fic, so i suggest you listen to it either before, during, or after)

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It was a Saturday night and Richie Tozier was straightening his room, Eddie was coming over soon and he wanted the room to look nice (well as nice as a mess like that it could be). Richie and Eddie had sleep overs almost every weekend since they were in sixth grade when Eddies mom decided he was finally old enough to have them. They always planned their sleepovers for Saturdays so they could spend the day together as well as the night, opposed to purely nights after a long day of school on Friday. It always went as following: Eddie came over at 3pm, they talked until in got dark out (god they could talk for hours), walked down to the convenience store around 9pm and headed back to the house to eat their snacks and drink their booze. Paul, a scrawny red head riddled with acne, worked at the store and would let Richie buy beers with his not so convincing fake ID. In exchange Richie would try and “set Paul up” with girls he knew, none of which ever working out to Paul’s disappointment. Some nights he and Eds would do an activity like see a movie, or go to a shitty concert, but it was a rare occasion because both of them would have to save up their allowances for weeks to afford it.

The time was now 2:54pm and Richie heard a knock at the door, he jolted his head up from the electric cords he was fiddling with, a new record player. Richie shoved the rest of the filth under his bed and jogged out of his room to open the door. Right when Eddie was about to knock again, Richie swung the door open and posed in the frame of it, “couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”. Eddie laughed and rolled his eyes, his pale blue duffle bag slung over his shoulder, “Oh i absolutely could not, I missed by husband”, he smiled up at Richie and stepped inside, Richie blushes stupidly. Richie and Eddie had always flirted as a joke but recently it was starting to make Richie feel,, well he didn’t know how it made him feel but it was just different. Richie shut the front door and Eddie lead the way back to Richie’s room, throwing his bag on Richie’s bed and flopping down on it. “Parents not home?”, Eddie said, staring up at Richie’s navy blue ceiling. “You know it babe”, Richie laughed and sat on his bed next to Eddie. “So whats the plan tonight?”, Eddie sat up and looked at Richie smiling. “Ah just the usual, but i was thinking we could be a little wild and order Chinese rather than gorging gas station treats”, Richie wiggled his eyebrows and Eddie giggled. “OhhhH fancy!”, he grabbed his bag and placed it on his lap. “Well”, Eddie rummaged through the duffle and pulled out 3 VHS tapes, “I got some new movies from the video rental and i figured we could watch one”. Eddie held up all three chunky cases, Say Anything, Sixteen Candles, and The Princess Bride,, all romances Richie noticed. “Ew why all the romance Eds, you trynna say something?”, Richie had really hoped he was, Eddie looked flushed but Richie figured it was the lighting. “No, they just happen to be good movies, asshole”, he set them down on the bed between them and pointed to Say Anything, “I really wanna watch that one, Bev says its good. But”, he pointed to The Princess Bride, “I know you like adventure so i grabbed that one too”. “How thoughtful my spaghetti man, but i’m feeling nice so we can watch your lame one”, Richie smiled down at Eddie, he still towered over the boy in their teenage years. “Okay first off its not lame, its romantic. And secondly, im sure you could use some pointers so take notes you fuckin’ anti-romeo.”. Richie laughed and picked up the VHS case and walked over to the small dingy TV that was across from his bed. Eddie got up and held onto Richie’s shirt sleeve, grab me more, “Not yet! I wanna watch it tonight with dinner!”. “Okay fine”, Richie walked back over to the bed and patted beside him, “Lets just chill then”. Eddie walked back over and they laid down next to each other and talked about the week.

As hours passed, their positions changed. At first they laid side by side, Richie’s hand twitching and aching to reach over and grab Eddies, he didn’t know why. Soon Eddie scootched over and rested his head on Richie’s shoulder, Richie’s curly hair like a pillow for him, smells good. When Eddie was close to Richie he always felt safe, like a wave of warmth and calm would wash over him, it made him want to be even closer. When Eddie got the courage to rest his head on Richie’s chest, both their bodies tensed up. Why did they feel like that, why did they feel so starved of touch all of a sudden, why did they crave more. Eddie nuzzled in which warranted a shuttered exhale from the taller boy. Soon Richie’s hands were playing with Eddies hair and tangling his long spidery fingers through it. so soft. Without realizing it, they had both gone silent as conversation faded and focus was directed to touch. This is what close friends do. Close friends make each other feel safe, make each others chests feel warm and arms tense,, right? They had gone about thirty minutes without talking and Richie looked out the window near his bed, it was dark. For Richie, the comfortable silence became an anxious one and he croaked quietly, “H-hey wanna go to the Convenient Mart?”. Eddie looked up at him lazily from his chest with his long eye lashes, his lips looked so soft. what the fuck. Eddie smiled and pushed himself off Richie, stretching, “Mhm! Lets head!”. Eddie bounced off the bed and was already scrambling to get his shoes. Richie was slower but he got up eventually and before they knew it they were out the door. “Remember”, Richie cautioned, “4 bottle limit, and, tonight we are ordering Chinese so no snacks”. “You got it chief!”, Eddie ran ahead giddily and looked back to smile at Richie. “Come on ‘Chee! Wanna make it home soon so we can watch the movie”. Richie grinned and ran to catch up to Eddie.

At the Mart they both waved hello to Paul and went straight to the back to look at the liquor. Rule was they got two each, which meant they had to choose wisely. Richie always liked the sweet stuff because he would always be a child at heart, while Eddie preferred light Mexican beers. Richie studied the back of each bottle, trying to find one with the highest alcohol content. He knew drinking shouldn’t be just for the buzz of being drunk, but the buzz sure was fun and it helped as an excuse for any weird shit he did. maybe if he got drunk he could try and figure his feelings out about Eddie. The logic was poor but Richie was desperate for answers. He ended up with some hard lemonade and some, probably shitty, raspberry flavored beer. Eddie got two Carona Lights, and they met at the counter to check out. Richie checked out and chatted it up with Paul about his latest encounters while Eddie walked out to use the payphone and call to order the Chinese. Earlier Richie had given Eddie the Brochure for the place so Eddie had folded it and put it in his fanny pack, Eddie stepped into the booth and rang the number. He ordered some noodle dish for himself and orange chicken for Richie, it was his known favorite. Eddie also ordered some potstickers, a large bottle of coke and extra fortune cookies. Eddie was giving the woman on the phone Richie’s home address as Richie stepped out of the store, Eddie held up his finger to silently say “one minute”. When Eddie hung up and walked out of the booth Richie snaked his arm around Eddies to link their elbows and the two began to walk. “How much was the Chinese?’, Richie asked as they came around a corner. “Just 17 dollars, nothin to sweat over”, Eddie shrugged the shoulder that wasn’t being held up by Richie’s grip due to their height difference. “I think i got some cash under my bed we can pay for it with”. “No don’t be silly Rich you know the deal, i pay for entertainment and food, you pay for booze and host”. “I know i know”, Richie sighed lightly when they arrived at his house and he unlocked the front door, “Just wanna be a gentleman for my Eds, thats all”. Richie held the door open for Eddie and let him go in first, making a show of it all, Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed. They brought the bag of booze to Richie’s room and put it on the floor, Richie grabbed the VHS of Say Anything, and cued it up to watch by the time the food arrived. Some dick who had rented it previously had not rewinded the tape which meant Richie had to unwind it, closing his eyes as not to get any spoilers. When the food arrived, Richie was still unwinding the tape so Eddie got the door and tipped the driver. Eddie brought in the takeout bag and plopped down on the floor next to Richie, close enough that it made Richie’s skin prickle. It had gone to the beginning and Richie paused it looking over at the food and grabbing towards it, Eddie slapped his hands away, “Nu-uh Richie let me set this up so you don’t make a big mess like you always do”. Richie made an exaggerated frown, “okay wifey”, he reached over to grab the booze bag and unpack it. Richie fished his pocket opener out of the pocket of his jeans and popped open his hard lemonade and one of Eddies Caronas. Eddie meanwhile was unpacking the food and laying it out as nice as he could in front of them, he had the shimmy the food boxes to nestle them into the carpet. If they spilt it would be a sticky and colorful mess, and Eddie knew he’d have to clean it up if he didn’t want it to be there forever. Richie looked over, “Ohh! Orange chicken! my favorite!!”, Richie leaned over and kissed Eddies shoulder. wait. why did. why did he just do that. They both tensed up but kept talking as to not make it a weird moment, thats just what friends do, they both thought. They scootched back against the side of Richie’s mattress and pressed play, Eddie giddy to see the movie that Bev had continuously raved about. A few minutes in and Richie had already finished his food and more than half the potstickers, Eddie on the other hand was slowly slurping his noodles in between sips of beer. Richie nursed his hard lemonade and rested his head on Eddies shoulder, already feeling his filter fade and a buzz come on. Despite his height, that boy was a lightweight, in fact they both were, Eds being tiny in every way and Richie just being a total bean pole. By the time things were becoming even slightly romantic Eddie was feeling nervous, staring all too often between the screen and Richie’s big mop of hair that lay on his shoulder. Why did he care? He had schoolboy crushes on Richie his whole life yea but, but they were never more than that. He had gotten over him and Richie never had to know, the boy being obviously straight after all. obviously. No one knew Eddie was gay anyways, and he was planning on waiting until college. Richie was just a friend, just a friend who made him feel things, a friend who-. Richie sighed and nuzzled deeper into Eddies shoulder. Shit. Feelings had faded or so he thought and now, god now he felt giddy all over again for his best friend, his straight best friend. Richie was oblivious to Eddies feelings, too focused on his own fidgity body. Eddie was so warm, so nice. Richie didnt know what it meant, he never felt like that before for anyone other than Eddie. Was this how best friendship feels? are you supposed to want to kiss your best friend? i mean moms kiss their little kids and we are like family so,,. Richie tried to justify it any way he could, the real answer right in front of him yet so easily unseen.

When the infamous boom box scene played, they had both finished off all their drinks and food besides the fortune cookies. Richie sighed as Lloyd held up the boombox, “He shouldnta gone back for her, she’s a biTch.”. “Richie!”, Eddie teasingly yelled and swatted at the boys head which had somehow found itself resting on Eddies lap. Richie turned from the screen looked up at Eddie with furrowed brows, “But Eds he did his very best and she just gave em a pen”. Eddie smiled down sweetly at Richie, drunk on beer and his good looks, “Sometimes people don’t always do the right thing at first Rich, sometimes people get scared”, he pushed Richie’s hair back off of his face. “if i was in love id never be scared, id stay for ever ever”, Richie frowned. “Not all of us can be brave like you Rich”, Eddies heart ached a little when he smiled down at the boy. “Yeh, imma real Romeo. But to be fair i never been in love so i dunno how hard it is”, He fingered at the folds of eddies pajama pants and turned his face inward to face eddies stomach. god slightly drunk Richie is like a baby. “Mm yea its harder when you’re in love”, the melancholy in Eddies voice luckily unheard by Richie. “Eds whats it feel like?”, Richie looked back up at Eddie like a little kid asking to hear a bedtime story. “Well, it”, he started cautiously, “its hard to explain. Love is hard to explain because well we all feel it differently. I think i’ve been in love but im not sure, its hard to know sometimes”, he brushed his hand through Richie’s hair. Richie furrowed his brows again, “Well how does you’re ‘maybe love’ feel?”. Eddie paused for a moment. “It feels good, but aches at the same time. Its this feeling deep inside of you that makes you never want to let go of that person.” thats how Richie felt, fuck. “ Its this little part of your brain that just, just tells you to do things and you don’t know why. Love is feeling safe in someones arms.” i think i love you Eddie “Love is wanting the best in the world for someone. Love is wanting to give every piece of yourself away if it means that it would make that person smile. Love i-”. Richie leaned up and kissed Eddie. Eddie went stiff and his mouth hung open. why did Richie do that. Richie looked scared, Eddie would hate him. “R-Richie, why did you do that”, Eddie wanted to cry as he looked away from Richie. he was so fucking scared, scared it was all a joke, it was always a joke with Richie. Richie sat up quickly and turned away from Eddie, arms wrapping around his own huddled up knees. “Im sorry Eddie”, the shame rang high in his voice, his mind suddenly all too sober. “Its just, you were describing it and i, i, i”, he was choking back tears, “Ive been so confused lately and i, i didn’t know what these feelings meant and, i think,”. His tone dropped dead serious with fear, ‘Eddie i think i love you”. Eddies tears began to fall now, dripping down his face. “Richie you idiot”, a smile present in his voice, “i love you too. Richie i was describing you”. “Really?”, disbelief yet a song of hope sang in Richies voice. Richie turned around to be surprised with an embrace. They were both crying like dorks. Eddie began to kiss Richie’s tears away, trailing up and down and Richie did the same, both touching each other like they’d always wanted to but were too afraid to admit to until now. Eddie held onto Richie like he was a lifesaver, held onto him like his life depended on it. He never wanted to let go, Richie didn’t either. They calmed and held each other closely like that for a while.

Richie spoke up, “Hey Eddie”. Eddie looked up with a red, tear stained face. cute. “yeah Rich?”, he smiled weak and warm. “Can i show ya something?”. Eddie nodded and let go of Richie so he could get up. Eddie sat on the ground and saw Richie walk over to the record player and dig around in his giant pile of records looking for the right one. After a while of searching to no avail Eddie giggled, “Need any help there?”, “No no i got it hold your horses,, Ah! Here!”. Richie set the record down, flipped the switch and put the needle at the start of the song he wanted.

♫♬Many times I tried to tell youMany times I cried aloneAlways I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone♫♬

Eddie got up and walked over to Richie who had turned to him with a smile. He held onto Richie and Richie offered out a hand for Eddie to take, so he took it.

♫♬Don’t want to leave you reallyI’ve invested too much time to give you up that easy♫♬

Eddie nestled his head into Richie’s shoulder and they rocked back and fourth to the beat.

♫♬To the doubts that complicate your mind♫♬

The music picked up and Richie began to spin Eddie around the room, swaying lazily in what could barely be called and dance. His hand was around Eddies waist and Eddies on his shoulder while their other hands remained clasped together.

♫♬We belong to the light, we belong to the thunderWe belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen underWhatever we deny or embrace for worse or for betterWe belong, we belong, we belong together♫♬

They both started to tear up again and held onto one another, their grips tightening in fear of loosing any contact at all. It was all Eddie had ever dreamed of, it was all Richie never knew he needed.

♫♬Maybe it’s a sign of weakness when I don’t know what to sayMaybe I just wouldn’t know what to do with my strength anywayHave we become a habit? Do we distort the facts?♫♬

Richie danced Eddie down onto his bed and laid him down, looking over a tear stained, smiling and breathless Eddie.

♫♬Now there’s no looking forwardNow there’s no turning back♫♬

Richie bent down in a buzzed confidence and kissed Eddie, this time with no questioning in his touch. This time he was so fucking sure of what he wanted and Eddie was too.

♫♬When you say We belong to the light, we belong to the thunderWe belong to the sound of the words we’ve both fallen underWhatever we deny or embrace for worse or for betterWe belong, we belong, we belong together♫♬

They kissed more and the music faded out from their ears, minds too focused on one another. The softer kisses turned into a starving passion of touchings and hums. Eddies arms snaked their way around Richie’s neck and pulled him down closer so Richie was on top of him, the contact they had both always needed. Hands were lazily drifting all over, touching and exploring, needing to feel everything and anything the other had to offer. Eddie scooted back so he could be all the way on the bed and Richie got up to walk around his bed and put his glasses on the night stand. He eagerly jumped back into bed which made Eddie giggle and go to kiss him again. Their cheeks were burning and so were their touches, fingers like searing fires on one another’s skin, a welcomed warmth. Eddie licked into Richie’s mouth and Richie obliged granting access, Richie moaned load from this which made Eddie hold onto him tighter. Eddie moved his fingers through Richie’s curly black hair and grabbed it a little too hard, earning an even louder moan from the boy which made Eddie smile into his mouth. Richie grasped at the bottom of Eddies shirt and tried to pull it up, Eddie disconnected and pulled it off. Before he reconnected with Richie he just stared at the boy, flush cheeks and swollen lips, fuck he was beautiful. Eddie moved close again and tried to pull off Richie’s shirt, being surprisingly successful without any of Richie’s help. Their bare chests touched, warm contact that sent an electric shock through their systems. So much more to feel, so soft, so rough, hot touches all over. Richie bent down to kiss and nip at Eddies neck and Eddie purred at the wetness of his mouth. “R-rich”, Eddie struggled out before Richie could move back to his lips, “Hm?” Richie looked up at him. “I think its time for bed”, he kissed Richie’s forehead. “oh, OH, sorry yea too fast”, Richie pulled away. Eddie closed the gap again, “aha no not too fast, just not sober ya know? wanna take in every new moment”. “mmm” Richie kissed Eddies lips lightly, “Makes sense”. Richie grabbed some pillows and dragged them underneath their heads. Eddie nuzzled his face in the crook of Richie’s neck and held onto him like a koala bear, legs wrapped around him and everything. Richie kissed Eddies hair, “I love you”, Eddie smiled up, “I love you too”.

#Reddie #Eddie Kapsbrak #richie tozier #beep beep richie #reddie fanfiction #reddie fanfic #it 2017 #it fandom #beverly marsh #it fanfiction #reddieforakiss

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oneofthemillionarmy · 6 years

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Secret Santa

@sunshobine - Merry Christmas!!!

(song based: All I Want for Christmas is You)

To: Sunshobine

From: your secret santa ;)

I don’t want a lot for Christmas // There is just one thing I need..

Snow falls gently on the main road in the university, covering the grass and layering on the tree tops. It isn’t dark yet but dusky enough for some of the lamps lining the path to turn on, tinting its stark surroundings with warm color. The time of night has yet to arrive but the moon seems eager to make an earlier appearance in the cold weather. The crunching of snow beneath your feet is frantic as you rush from your last class of the day. It is exactly twelve days until Christmas day and exactly fifteen minutes past the time you were supposed to meet your friends at your apartment. You’re sure your brother Hoseok will use this as another reason why you should just give him a spare key to your apartment. But you’ve seen the state of his shared apartment with Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Despite the fact that they a completely empty fridge and pantry, empty or semi empty containers of food litter every square inch of the space. And you love your brother dearly but you are one hundred percent sure that your apartment does not need some Hoseok remodeling. Thankfully your apartment is just two blocks from the campus so the familiar building greets you soon.

“Ya, Pernela. What took you so long, making your dear brother and friends stand in the cold.”

“Sorry Hoseok, the lecture ran a bit late”

“It’s all good Pernela, we really didn’t wait long” Taehyung chirps as he rests his arm atop your head. “Hurry and open the door, we brought snacks!” he exclaims as he dangles the bag of goodies in front of your face.

“Ya, hurry and open the door before poor Joonie turns into a popsicle.” Your hand stops pushing the door open the moment you turn your head and take in Namjoon’s appearance. He’s as tall and elegant as always but the snow has dampened his hair a bit, causing some of his locks to stick to his skin, framing his face. A big scarf engulfs the bottom half of his face, his slightly red nose just poking out, the heat of his breath fogging the thick frames adorning his face. The entirety of it all causes you to flush more than what you could blame the cold for. Fuck, he’s adorable. Before your face fully turns the color of rudolph’s nose, Yoongi rushes by you muttering about his hatred of the cold.

By the time everyone has entered through the threshold of your home and you have closed the door, Jin already has cocoa going and the youngest boys have ripped open the snacks. The sight causes a small smile to form, your friends might be a bit goofy but you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“Time to get this secret santa thing going!” Jungkook shouts as he pulls out a hat. Once everyone had put their name in, the drawing began. Before it was your turn, there were some quiet shrieks of glee and muttering. When the hat came around to you, there was a single piece of paper left. The person who you would be giving giving gifts to would be none other than Kim Namjoon.

Santa Claus won’t make me happy // with a toy on Christmas Day

You flop down onto the chair opposite your friend in the library with a loud huff. The table is situated far back in the corner hidden behind bookshelves as the bigger tables are taken over by university students ravenously studying for finals week. She gently closes her laptop at your arrival before pushing it to the side and turning her eyes to your slumped form.

“What happened now? Is Professor douche making a four part final again? Cause at this point I swear someone pissed in his cereal everyday in a past life.”

“It’s a three part final this time but that isn’t the only reason,” you whine as you knock your forehead against the table’s surface. “Last night the boys and I picked our secret santa’s for our yearly holiday gift exchange and you will not believe who I got.” Before your friend can open her mouth and let out a sarcastic response probably along the lines of ‘the love of your life and hunk in your mind Namjoon’, you reply with “It’s Namjoon.” Her eyes widen almost comically as her jaw drops.

“No! Really? What are you going to give him? You should tie yourself up in a ribbon and give him yourself as a present.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you playfully swat at her. But instead of lecturing her about her indecency, you decide to tell her your plans for Namjoon’s secret santa gift.

And I’m just gonna keep on waiting // Underneath the mistletoe

You pull your coat tighter around your body as you wait for Taehyung to open the door. It’s Christmas eve and as per tradition, two people hold a holiday party so that everyone can deliver their presents discreetly. And this year the hosts are Tae and Jungkook, the night is sure to be wild.

Finally the door swings open effectively showing off the festivities inside, drinking, grinding, drinking, more drinking, and lots of mistletoe hung about. Taehyung grabs hold of your hand and drags you into the throng of people. By the time you are dragged halfway across the room you have lost your coat and have obtained a cup with a very generous pour of some boozy mishap. Taehyung’s sudden stop causes a bit of the drink to slosh over the rim of the cup and you awkwardly shift your body so that none of it spills on your christmas sweat because the thing is ugly enough without a big stain on it. When you finally shift your gaze from your drink you see that you are now standing with your brother and Jimin and that Taehyung has gone off to who knows where.

“So Pernela, you ready to give your present tonight?” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smirk. You shove his shoulder playfully and retort that you’re always ready for anything. Which reminds you off a little note that you had received earlier that day. You had been in the library as usual studying for your stupid test that your stupid professor just had to stupidly plan for Christmas eve, stupid, when you went to the bathroom only to return with a folded note on your books and an overly smiley best friend. The paper was simple lined paper but it smelled faintly of coffee and the freshness of the outdoors. In a messy scrawl it read:

> tonight at Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s Christmas eve bash

(I’m sorry if this comes off a bit brash)

meet me at the dangling mistletoe,

when you get there at 11:58 you’ll know.

sorry, I tried to make this rhyme

but I was running quick on time.<

Looking at your phone to check the time it reads 11:56. Taking a quick sniff of whatever new drink Jungkook has given you, you crinkle your nose and down the entire thing. Your gut is telling you that you might need some liquid courage. Straightening your hair and grabbing the gift for your secret santa you make your way to the center of the living room where a big thing of mistletoe dangles from the ceiling

Everyone is singing // I hear those sleigh bells ringing

Unlike all the other pieces of mistletoe haphazardly taped to every visible surface in the apartment, this piece is un-crumpled and tied with a pretty red ribbon. As you approach the middle of the room you see a tall guy standing beneath the christmas arrangement. Checking your phone once again you find that it is exactly 11:57, you also find yourself staring right as a bright red and green sweater when you look up from your device. Trailing your eyes upwards you make eye contact with none other than Kim Namjoon wearing the red and green Christmas sweater, cheeks a bit flushed and hair looking as if a hand has been running through it for the past week. But he still manages to look define. And at 11:58 with the shyest of smiles he pulls out a small box and tentatively holds it out to you. When you take it from his hands your fingertips brush and linger for a second longer than necessary, causing your heart to skip a beat. Unraveling the bow and opening the small box you find a delicate necklace holding your initials staring back at you.

“Pernela Car, in this moment if you asked if I was completely sober i’d be lying if I said yes because you make me drunk on love. Also I had a few shots of vodka three minutes ago because the butterflies in my stomach felt like an elephant stampede. What I’m trying to say is that I’m your secret santa..wait, no that’s not what I wanted to tell you. What I meant is that you are the person I want to grow old with, and have kids with, and do laundry with on Sunday mornings, and plan our retirement together even though I won’t retire anytime around when I say I will. And shit that wasn’t it either. Taehyung that brat said the shots would help me get out what I’ve wanted to say for months but fuck, it’s like my mouth is a running faucet and everything is flowing out besides the fact that your really pretty and really really cute when you stand next to be and only come up to my chest even when you’re on your tippy toes. Did I already say how gorgeous you are? Or that I’d like to take you on a date-“ Before he can continue you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him the tightest hug. He pauses mid sentence and just stares into your eyes as if he’s lost all ability of speech. The both of you continue to gaze into each others eyes and it’s like the part in movies where the two love interests meet gazes and suddenly the world mutes so that it’s just the two of them in the entire universe and nothing else matters. It was just like that, with the exception that you could still very well hear your surroundings and the imminent shouting of “kiss”. To your surprise, Namjoon hooks his arms under your thighs to hold you closer to himself instead of letting you back down on the floor. When you move to protest, all words die in your throat when a pair of plush lips cushion your own.

“What do you say about us leaving this place and going to my apartment to watch a movie instead” Namjoon whispers as he rests his forehead against your own. And with a breathless nod, the two of you are gone.

Make my wish come true….

There’s a slight clinking from the kitchen before Namjoon emerges with two mugs in his hands. The scarf you had knitted for him wrapped tightly around his neck as he walks heel to toe so as to not spill the liquid.

“One not-so-hot hot chocolate for the beautiful Pernela” he winks and flashes his dimples before taking a seat next to you. He pulls the blanket over the both of you and wraps an arm around you, effectively pulling you closer to his body before starting the movie. With the lights off and the television screen faintly illuminating the room, you get a chance to gaze at namjoon without it being blatantly obvious. There’s a warm feeling in your stomach but it’s not due to the chocolate beverage sitting atop the coffee table, perhaps from the stupidly cute boy with the stupidly cute personality sitting beside you. And when he turns his head to meet your gaze, you decide in that moment that despite the falling snow outside, there’s nothing that could chill you when the brightness of his smile warms you like the glow of the sun on a spring day.

…all I want for Christmas is you

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incorrect-pokespe-quotes · 7 years

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so i guess this is like an intro pv of a longer oneshot i’ve been working on for the better half of the year now. i got the idea from some soulmate prompt, so soulmate au i guess, or college au, or modern, or w/e.

and as usual i suck at titles so this piece doesn’t have one yet :)))))

There was a particular event of this world in which a certain order of people don’t exactly get the best results from.

Of course, some of those that others would view as being cheated by life actually found themselves really fortunate.

Here’s the deal: On each of your wrists you have a name. The names are significantly faded, obscured from view at birth really, so you can’t tell what’s written without being relatively close. One of the names is that of your soulmate’s, the other that of your enemy’s. No one knows which is which.

Crystal was one of the people who had an easier time with that question. She only had one name, the other wrist unmarred. For a while it was a bit of a wonder as to what the name could either signify, but that all changed in their first year of high school. There, she met an academic scholar -such as herself- named Eusine, the same name on her wrist.

Eusine was a third year and, to put it short, absolutely infuriating. The two were always competing to see who could get the best marks despite the difference of their classes, and it became a battle most others couldn’t hope to reach. Second term, Crystal declared she was ace, so that was a done deal. She also got the highest scores of the school at the end of term, so Eusine had no choice but to sulk as he went off and graduated, declaring his desire to go off and pursue some magical beast he’d read about in a book previously.

And that was that. Crystal’s one name was that of her enemy’s, and it was back in high school, and they had never seen the guy since, so it was a done deal. Her magical name quest given to her half-heartedly by life was complete, nothing left to it. Not that she minded, running into Eusine again wasn’t something on her daily lists of things to do.

Gold envied Crystal for that reason. But she was also his best friend, both bonding over their shared one-name-only trifle, so he was never envious for long, and it was never anything but a dull, weak couple of thoughts.

That morning Gold’s mind decided to envy Crystal’s ease at being done with the whole name-destiny-thing for the sole reason that he was moving into an apartment that day that a scholarship was paying for and was incredibly nervous for some stupid reason because it was a big place with lots of people around and he still hadn’t found his soulmate/slash/enemy. It diminished pretty quickly, though, like always.

Currently, Crystal was helping move stuff into the aforementioned apartment because she lived in a dorm on campus so her stuff got moved in a week prior and Gold may have mentioned more than once how appreciative he would be if she were to help. She saw through it, though -it was rare that Gold actually remember to do anything nice in return. So she made him promise to buy her food that evening as payment, and he was forced to begrudgingly agree.

The apartment was on the fourth floor. The elevator of the apartment building was currently jammed with other residents that had decided to move in that day. Stupidly -according to Crystal- Gold decided to take the stairs. This was their second trek up. Crystal was holding a suspiciously heavy-but-small box and mentally cursing her best friend with every step she took. Finally, as they reached the third floor foyer, she had enough of guessing what the ‘OM’ label signified. “Gold, what the hell is in this box?”

He was already ascending the next staircase, but did flip back his head to look as he replied and she slowly followed. “The . . Oh, my music. Bunch of tapes, CDs, stuff.”

“T-” She paused, thought, then quickly continued. “Tapes? Do you even have a player?”

“Yeah, somewhere.” He shrugged. “It’s mostly older stuff. Sinatra, Jovi, Frey, stuff like that. Although I did invest in-”

She could see it, a few paces behind him. He had reached the top, was spinning around the corner, and she’d seen enough of his accident-prone self to know, the shadow on the wall ahead only confirming.

“-Some, like, Gaga and-” He broke off with a very high-pitched squeal as he slammed into the person approaching, and Crystal quickly got up the final few steps to catch him before he could fall down the stairs. This mostly involved shoving the heavy box against his mid-back, but it did keep him upright. More than she could say for the other, who was barely picking themselves up into a sitting position.

“What-Oh shit-” Gold sputtered, catching sight. He quickly set the items he was carrying onto Crystal’s box -making her grunt and lean against the railing to keep from falling over from the weight- and reached down to offer a hand to the other. “Sorry about that, miss-”

“God that hurt,” a clearly-not-feminine voice said. The head lifted to reveal a pair of silvery eyes and -yep, it was a guy, way to go Gold, real nice move. They flicked to his outstretched hand for only a moment before ignoring it in favor of the wall beside him. Once he was back on his feet, those silver orbs narrowed and Gold retrieved his hand.

“Uh. Sorry,” he said, eyes wide.

The other reeled back his lip. “Yeah right. Watch where you’re going next time, asshole.” He pushed away from the wall and walked off in the direction he’d originally been headed, to a door at the end of the hall, which Gold found strange but he would ignore in favor of other things.

“I said I was sor-” He broke off his half-shout as Crystal kneed him from behind, wincing in pain.

“Quit it and grab these from me before I collapse,” she grunted. Gold swiftly complied, adding an apology for good measure. She only huffed and shoved him out of the way, finally standing on the floor.

“Seriously though, what a hick.” He grumbled more as they moved toward his room. Although he was intrigued by the red hair. Not in a curious way, Crystal had dark blue hair for crying out loud, but it just seemed so vibrant.

His thoughts were cut short by Crystal kicking open the door they’d left cracked with a spare uni pamphlet they’d had on hand, figuring it’d be so small no one would notice the door was open. He walked in after her, watched her drop the box onto the counter with only minor flinching, and proceeded to freeze when she spun around to look pointedly at him.

“ . . What? What did I do?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Just, watch where you’re going. And play some of this stuff. Music makes this less challenging.”

It was late in the evening when Gold found himself venturing out of his apartment, figuring he’d grab something from the vending machine the next floor down for dinner that night -because stupid Crystal and her stupid expensive tastes. He was just swinging the door shut, murmuring the last melodies of a song, when he saw something unbelievable.

“ … heart is a ghost town . .Uh-”

The person in front of him froze, a couple feet away. Silver eyes, red hair, the one from earlier. His hand was outstretched to a door beside Gold’s that led into the compartment beside Gold’s which meant he lived by-

The other stuck the key in and twisted the handle, looking firmly at the cream-colored door in front of him. Gold let his lips loosen before he could stop himself.

“Are you serious.”

The other finally pushed the door open, not bothering to answer and instead walking in. Gold jumped forward and caught his wrist, which was wrenched free pretty quickly as he spun around, pale eyes gleaming. “What,” he spat.

Gold bit down on his lip for a good moment to avoid saying anything unnecessary. “Your name,” he ground out. “I never caught it.”

The two stared each other down for a good five seconds before the other relented. “Silver,” he huffed. As Gold opened his mouth to speak again, Silver beat him to it. “Don’t care. Bye.”

The door was promptly shut in Gold’s face.

He wrenched out his phone and ran to the elevator.

“Repeat that again?”

“His name was, get in there you stupid bill, was Silver.”

“And that’s important because . . ?”

“It’s the name on my wrist, Crys, God.”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s been a bit since I’ve seen it.”

“Finally! Now . . mm . . ‘ets do chips . . So we’re the same.”

“Excuse me?”

“The same, like, we both have the names of our enemies.” he popped open the bag, immediately crunching on a couple chips.

“You think he’s your enemy?”

“Um, yeah. You were there. Plus he slammed the door in m’ face minute ago.”

“So that makes him your destined enemy.”

“Pretty much. You know any other Silvers? Plus his place is right beside mine. And he’s off-putting. And scowls a lot.”

On the other end, Crystal sighed and put her face into one hand. “Kay look. So it’s probably not going to work to avoid him. Just don’t stir up much trouble. Grades come first, got it?”

Although he wasn’t up to par with his super-geeky BFF, Gold had had the effort to maintain a good GPA, one of the reasons he was starting at the same school as her tomorrow. Since he was on scholarship, he understood what she meant. “Got it,” he muttered.

“Good. Now it’s, like, nine. So goodnight.”

The next time Gold saw Silver, they were both walking out of their rooms. Silver immediately looked away, walking over to the stairs. Gold glared for a moment before turning to the elevator.

This continued for the next few days, every morning, except for a notable trend. Silver grew more weary, dark spots appearing below his eyes, limbs moving just a bit slower. Gold didn’t get it until returning to his place the next day. Silver was coming out of the building, backpack on, books stacked in his arms, a phone between his head and shoulder. So that was it. He was a study freak, he was probably not sleeping very much. He probably . . uh …

“What do you want?”

“Gee thanks, good to hear your voice too.”

“It’s seven, Gold, and I have things to do.”

“Fine fine. Tell me how you take notes.”

“Because . .?”

“Reasons.”

A sigh echoed through the speaker. “I record the lecture and make a color code chart of all the topics mentioned. Then I make the notes in my spare time.”

Yep. That’s probably what he did. Mystery solved. Nothing big.

Except, it did turn out to be sorta big, when the water system clicked on for the first time late at night.

Gold didn’t realize the walls were that thin. Lo and behold, he could hear the pipes moving next door. He let his eyes slide open, move to the clock beside his bed. Oh. Not night anymore, it was nearing past two.

He’d just tell him off in the morning, well, later into the morning.

Except he didn’t. Gold was out the door late and Silver wasn’t there. He didn’t really feel like knocking, either, so he left. And then he forgot. Until, at least, the next night, when it happened again.

Gold considered moving in with Crys. Then he remembered her saying not to make a big deal out of this, to just deal with it, it was just life.

So at three-forty in the morning, ten minutes after the water had been shut off, Gold climbed out of bed and knocked on the redhead’s door.

It took a minute, but the door opened, Silver peeking out of it. When he caught sight, his eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

“I-” Gold stopped, considered his words, then lowered his voice to a half-shout. “I want you to stop taking showers at three AM, you nerd! Get your shit together.”

“N-Ner . . ?” Silver paused, thinking through the statement. Finally, he looked back up at Gold. “Okay. Sorry. I’ll . . do that.”

He hadn’t been expecting that. Still left with a bit of spitfire, Gold just fired away. “Good!”

Mistake. Those silver orbs turned cold, turned to look him straight. “I get it, you can stop now,” he spat. Then he turned, shutting the door a little hard but not too much to cause a complaint.

He didn’t go too far. They were enemies after all, right? That was okay. But . . he did still feel kinda bad, as he went back and found he couldn’t fall back asleep.

He got up early and made himself some coffee, machine courtesy of a friend of his. After drinking it he got ready, then made a second cup before heading out the door.

As if on cue, the second his was shut and locked, Silver’s opened and the redhead stepped out. The first thing Gold noticed was that his hair was in a loose bun. He hadn’t known it was long enough for it, but hey, there it was. The second thing was that his eyes were immediately on him.

Or, uh, maybe not him. Gold glanced down at his drink. Then looked back up to Silver’s stricken face. Then he remembered last night, and slowly held the cup out. “Here. You look like you could use it.”

Silver just deadpanned at him. “Thanks, because someone insulting me is the first thing I needed this morning.”

He grimaced. Maybe that was some of the intention, but he was also trying to be nice, for once! Okay, it was most of the attention. But he really didn’t need a second cup, the sugar high would kill him later. “Just take it.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“Only if you don’t like a little cream.”

The other’s shoulders visibly relaxed. Another moment of hesitation, then Silver was slightly gripping the cup. Gold withdrew his hand.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing, mister beast.”

“Does everything that comes out of your mouth have to be infuriating,” Silver snapped.

“I could say the same to you!”

“Whatever. This probably tastes like shit, anyways.”

They didn’t interact for a bit after that.

#I HAD THIS IN MY INBOX AND FORGOT TO POST IM SO SORRY OMG #pokespe AU fanfic contest #not a quote #submission

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Chapter 4 of Looking for a Place to Call Home

Please note: I am not a medical professional. I do basic research. If I got something wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. Thanks!

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Derek wakes up when Stiles sets the cage on the kitchen floor before he goes back to get the supplies he bought at the pet store. As soon as Derek sees the bags of dog food, his stomach flips. On the one hand, what the vet gave him earlier was not enough and he’s hungry again. But on the other hand she used to feed him dog food when he’d been particularly misbehaving. He doesn’t think he’s done anything to piss off Stiles, but maybe not letting the deputy take pictures of him was a worthy offense of having to eat kibble.

Derek whines in discomfort, and suddenly Stiles stoops down next to him.

“I know, buddy,” he says, “but I can’t feed you on orders of the vet. I can ask him if you can have any water. I think you can but I forgot to ask. I’m sorry about that.”

Derek shrugs as best he can despite being in the shape of a wolf. Going without water is nothing new to him, and Stiles truly seems apologetic about forgetting to ask Scott before leaving the vet clinic.

He whines again, nosing at the door of the cage. He wants out, wants to follow Stiles around and explore the house. He doesn’t want to be stuck in this prison all night.

“No,” Stiles says, like that’s the end of it. He moves away, phone to his ear as he calls Scott. While he is preoccupied, Derek practices shifting back to human.

The cage is too small for him to shift fully, and it takes more energy than he has but he finds that if he concentrates hard enough he is able to maintain a human hand instead of a wolf paw. He lets it melt back to wolf and licks it.

Stiles taps the top of the cage, and Derek shoots him an unimpressed glare despite being startled. He should have heard him even with his dulled hearing.

“You can have water as long as I remember to take it away before your surgery at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Scott said you can be out of the carrier too as long as there’s nothing for you to eat. I’m thinking the bathroom would be a good place for you.”

He lugs the cage down a short hallway past a garish red couch and two closed doors before he backs into the bathroom. The first thing Derek sees is the toilet, and he stares at it, wrinkling his nose. The lid is down and it’s covered by a cushion that matches the same hideous red of the couch.

Derek whimpers to remind Stiles that he’s still in the cage. Stiles, of course, doesn’t understand him, and he moves away when his phone starts ringing.

“Stilinski.”

Derek can’t hear the person on the other side, but from Stiles’ clipped responses and the brisk way he said his name, it’s his workplace.

“Yeah, I can come in.” The look he gives Derek is sad. “No. I’m not doing anything too important. All right. I’ll be there in fifteen. Bye.”

Stiles shoves his phone in his pocket and kneels next to the cage. “So, buddy,” he says. “I’ve gotta go fill out some paperwork. Will you be okay by yourself?”

Derek huffs, nuzzling at the hand that Stiles sticks through the wire door.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles opens the cage and Derek bounds out. He starts sniffing everything, starting with the toilet and Stiles’ hamper of dirty clothes. Stiles watches him amused.

“Okay, buddy, I have to go now. I’ll try to be home soon.” Stiles pats Derek’s head and leave the bathroom. He closes and locks the door behind him.

It would make Derek worry, but the door can only lock from the inside so he isn’t locked in, the world is locked out.

He waits until he hears Stiles’ vehicle pull away before he concentrates on shifting back to being fully human.

It’s a painful process that takes longer than Derek can afford, but when he’s done, he can stand up on his shaky legs. The food the vet gave him must be providing the energy he’s using now. With his even-shakier hands, Derek is able to pry up the lid to the toilet so that he can aim a stream into the bowl.

It doesn’t occur to him until he’s flushed and washed his hands that he should have pissed in a corner. Oh well. He’ll be here all night. He can do it later.

For now though, he wants to explore Stiles’ house. The door is easily unlocked and then he wanders from room to room, looking at the trinkets and artifacts of Stiles’ life.

In the room closest to the bathroom, Derek finds stacks of boxes that smell faintly of a woman’s perfume. Honestly, it feels like an un-set up shrine, and the dead-feel of it makes Derek’s skin crawl.

The next room is Stiles’ bedroom, and Derek spends some time tolling across the unmade bed, smelling Stiles’ strong, spicy scent. As humans go, it’s appealing. Derek wishes Stiles would let him sleep in here with him instead of in the bathroom.

Odds are good that he’ll have the dog bed in there with him.

First chance he gets, Derek is going to sleep on the couch—in wolf form or human.

By the time he recalls that Stiles will be home at some point this night, Derek has explored the whole house, returning to and relocking himself in the bathroom.

He would have eaten during his excursion since he’s still starving, but even an unobservant human would notice if his meager stash of microwavable Hot Pockets suddenly depleted. Especially if that human lives alone.

Instead, Derek decides to satiate his hunger with cold water.

The sink is a little tricky since neither handle is labeled and one sticks until he can exert a bit more strength than an average almost-sixteen year old would have. Eventually, though, he figures out which is the cold tap and drinks until his stomach distends from it and hurts a little bit. He can feel his intestines starting to cramp.

Maybe a hot bath would help?

It’s been almost a year since his last shower. No wonder Stiles wanted to give him a bath earlier.

Derek digs through the different bottles of soap lined up neatly on the edge of the tub. Nothing smells good enough to use, not even the mostly empty bottle of Irish Spring that Stiles obviously uses regularly.

Another cramp hits and he doubles over clutching at his roiling stomach. He imagines that deep in his bowels he can feel the worms Scott said he had bunching together and wriggling around. It hurts enough to rip a whimper from him.

Derek curls as tightly as he can, knees up to his chest, arms wrapped around his stomach. He lies on his side on the floor, crying in pain as a large mass travels through his bowels and splatters against the tiles when he can’t hold it in.

In the middle of another contraction, the bathroom door smashes open and Stiles, service weapon in hand, stares down at Derek’s naked, heaving body in horror.

“Who are you?” Stiles demands, anger and fear roughening his tone.

Derek doesn’t respond. To do so is not an option.

The last time he told someone his name, she abducted him and stole him away to the other side of the country.

Instead, stupidly, Derek begins shifting, hands turning to paws, nose lengthening into a muzzle. Fur sprouts over his body and his bones crack as they break apart and reform into something else. And through it all, his gut clenches and more mess spills out of him.

In the midst of the pain of the shift and the pain from the worms his body is expelling, Derek fails to notice Stiles lifting another weapon from his belt, aiming it at him, and pulling the trigger.

Fire burns against Derek’s skin, and he screams, completely human again. He sobs at the growing pain, tracking it to a trio of barbs stuck in his skin.

Electricity—taser—she’s back! She found him!

Derek curls tighter, crying harder from the pain and fear.

“Hey, hey,” Stiles says, soothingly, his hand coming to rest on Derek’s shoulder. At least he’s stopped the flow of electricity—even if Derek can still feel it twitching in his muscles. He’s still in pain, still cramping and shitting, but at least Stiles isn’t adding to his hurt anymore. “That’s it. Good boy.” A tiny pinprick registers, and Derek turns his head to see Stiles tossing away a used syringe.

Derek’s head swims, a heavy sensation pressing against his eyes, forcing his head back down.

He’s too disconnected, though, to be angry at Stiles’ second betrayal, but he vows to hate the man with his whole being when he’s himself again…if he survives this.

Whatever was in the syringe is making his whole body stiff and weighted down but it also makes his mind soar high, and Derek passes out between one breath and the next.

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Stiles isn’t sure what to think. One minute he’s heading into his bathroom to check on Miguel because he can hear him whimpering in pain and the next he’s come face to face with a stranger who begins changing into another creature right before his eyes.

He paces, hands in his hair. Where is Miguel? And why did the boy, a teenager with overgrown hair and frail frame, look like he was turning into a wolf—a black wolf?

Using the toe of his boot, Stiles turns the boy onto his side. The stench of diarrhea makes Stiles grimace. It’s watery and icky and moving.

Wait, what?

Stiles leans closer, holding his breath. The crap smeared all over the boy’s lower half and the floor beneath him is definitely wriggling. Or rather, the worms in the crap are wriggling.

Stiles backs away, thinking.

“Miguel?” he whispers out loud. Predictably, the boy doesn’t respond. It fits, though, Stiles knows. The boy is in the bathroom where Stiles left Miguel. Miguel isn’t here anymore and instead the boy is.

Scott was right though, the wolf had worms. He’ll want a sample. Stiles makes a face but goes to grab one of the canning jars his dad gifted him a few Christmases back when Stiles went through a phase of preserving or pickling everything he could.

Using a disposable spoon, and double-gloved with latex-free single-use gloves, Stiles scoops some of the fecal matter into the jar, making sure to catch a few dozen worms for good measure.

Then, he bags the jar, with the lid sealed with clear packing tape, into a dozen or so t-shirt bags.

Scott will be so pleased to have this sample, Stiles thinks.

Through it all, the boy—Miguel really—still sleeps on. Stiles thinks it’s more from exhaustion than from the ketamine he injected the boy with.

No, ketamine isn’t standard issue (in fact, without Stiles’ prescription, it’s not legal at all), but after the number one incident on his list of weird things, Stiles has taken to carrying a tiny amount for emergencies.

Stiles really should call someone about the boy. His first instinct is to call his dad, after all, John was the sheriff for nearly fifteen years before he lost the last election to Michael Lahey, Isaac’s father. But, what would his dad know about shape-shifters, specifically lycanthropes?

Then, Stiles thinks of Animal Control. And immediately discards that thought because Miguel is still human. Boyd and Lahey might report him for ‘playing a prank.’

That just leaves Scott. Scott who just treated Miguel. Scott who closes his place of business in like fifteen minutes.

Stiles fumbles his phone from his pocket, dialing the number for the clinic quickly.

“Beacon Hills Vet Clinic,” Scott answers. Stiles sends a silent thank you skyward.

“Scot, Scotty. I know you’re closing but I have an emergency with Miguel. He took a shit and all these little worms—each one barely bigger than a fingernail clipping—came out of him. I’m freaking out here, man.”

“Did he eat anything after what I fed him?”

Stiles hasn’t had a chance to check that, but he doesn’t think so. He would have smelled anything Miguel nuked to eat unless he ate it frozen. The teeth, he recalls, would most likely make that not an issue. “No,” Stiles decides. Miguel probably would have thrown up too instead of just defecating all over the place.

“Are the worms moving?”

Stiles looks down at the mess that he still needs to clean up. “Yep,” he says. “They are definitely moving.”

“Okay. Was the…shit solid or—?”

“Liquid. Diarrhea, actually.”

“Okay, well, that’s a normal reaction to the medication I gave him. But if you’re still unsure, go ahead and bring him in. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks, Scott, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Sure whatever. You say that now,” Scott jokes. “Just wait until I can’t do anything for Miguel because he just needs to wait it out.”

“You say that now,” Stiles parrots back. “Look, I’m going to clean him up a little, get him in the carrier, and head your way. It might take me half an hour.” Scott doesn’t answer, so Stiles hangs up.

Miguel stirs when Stiles moves closer to get a better look at him. Panicking, Stiles grabs his stun gun and shocks the boy again until he slumps back down, unconscious.

Stiles feels a lot guilty when he realizes Miguel can’t be more than fourteen or fifteen. Albeit a fourteen or fifteen year old who can shape-shift into a wolf.

Stiles sighs and tugs on his hair again. Then, he rubs his face and mutters, “Aw crap, kid.”

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MP, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

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