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malarkgirlypop · 4 months

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Lie with me? (Lena Riggi x F!Reader)

HIHIHIHIHI I'm so excited to post this, my first ever wlw fic ahhhhh. I also collabed with the lovely, amazing and talented @footprintsinthesxnd who did the most incredible moodboard for this story. Warning this is angsty but also fluffy at the same time! I hope you all enjoy. I literally whipped this out tonight cause I was feeling inspired! Also again go checkout @footprintsinthesxnd moodboard it is seriously so stunning!

(Also also, forgot to say this fic was requested by @luckynumber4)

This is based on the hboshow and the actors who portray the characters no hate to anyone involved.

Y/N was strong and confident, something that came naturally to her. Being raised in a house full of boys taught her to fend for herself from an early age. She was just as fast as them, just as strong, and even smarter, well she liked to say she was.

It wasn’t until her oldest brother was shipped away with the marines she saw how fragile they all really were. The boys she knew as tough, brave and courageous, were now not so. It wasn’t long for her older brother to be shipped back, missing both his legs. Y/N couldn’t even look at him, the pain she felt when she saw him was immense, crippling.

Her second oldest brother died in action, and soon most of the men she loved so dearly were either shells of themselves or buried on foreign soil.

“Mama.” Y/N presented herself in full marine attire to her mother who sat at the kitchen table reading.

“No.” Her mother uttered softly, before bursting into tears. “James please talk some sense into her.” Her mother bawled as her father just shook his head, disappointment across his face.

“Don’t do this, Y/N. Have you not seen your brothers?” He yelled angrily, his face red.

“I have Pa, that’s why I am going. There is no stopping me, I’m leaving in 10 minutes.” Her mother wept into her father’s arms.

“I can’t lose you too, please Y/N. Don’t go, I beg of you.”

But there was no changing her mind, Y/N had made her decision a long time ago.

Her oldest brother wheeled himself into the kitchen, grabbing at Y/N’s arm.

“Rethink this!” He pleaded. “Y/N trust me it isn’t worth it. Nothing is worth it.” Tears welled in his eyes. Y/N could only give him a sad smile, placing a kiss gently to his cheek.

No one walked her to the bus stop, she marched down by herself. This is for them, I need to fight for them.

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“Welcome, Y/L/N. This will be your barracks for your stay here.” The Lieutenant said before leaving, Y/N saluted the woman as she walked away.

This was going to be the hardest months before she went away to fight in the Pacific. She would learn all she needed to know to survive and fight the Japanese, so they could finally win the war.

Y/N was determined to be the best of the best. She needed to show her family that she could do it and she was just as strong and brave as her brothers that came before her.

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“Pick it up, Y/L/N! Let’s move it!” The Lieutenant screamed in her face, as Y/N picked up the machine gun and ran with it. It was heavy and clunky, a pain to run with, but it was important that she had this skill down pact. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as her face was flushed red from all the exercise she was doing.

It got easier over time as she picked up the skills, soon she was flying through the obstacle course and hitting almost every target with the machine gun.

“Good work private!” She smiled, feeling pleased with herself. She could imagine how proud her parents would be of her when she comes home.

“Get some food ladies. Then back to your barracks. We will be up early, so get some sleep.” The privates saluted as the Lieutenant left. The girls walked to the mess hall together, chatting about their day.

Y/N walked into the mess hall, her eyes flitted around the room, scanning who had arrived from the other platoons for dinner.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her eyes glued to the woman smiling at the man who had dropped his plate onto the floor. Y/N couldn’t stop herself, finding her legs moved without her permission. She suddenly was standing in front of the woman, her mouth hung open as she tried to think of something to say. She hadn’t planned this through well.

“Are you ok, private?” The woman smiled at her, almost sending her melting to the floor.

“Ah-ah, um, ah.” Y/N stumbled over her words, the dark haired woman chuckled at her. She watched her waiting for her to spit something out.

“Do you need any help?” But by the time the words left her mouth most of the food had been cleared up off the floor.

“No it’s ok, private…” She tilted her head signalling she wanted to know her name.

“Y/L/N. But you can call me Y/N.” Y/N raised out her hand for the other woman to shake. The raven haired woman raised from the ground taking Y/N’s hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sergeant Lena Riggi.” Y/N could help but grin like a giddy little school girl. She couldn’t put her finger on what made her feel so light and bubbly, she had never felt this feeling before.

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“You’re going to get us all killed out there Y/L/N.” Screamed her Lieutenant. She flinched away from the harsh voice.

She huffed, annoyed at herself. Her focus was pulled, she wasn’t onto it as she normally was.

The brown haired Sergeant was to blame. All Y/N could think about was her. She hardly ate, spending most of the meals just watching Lena smile and talk to people. Y/N silently begged that she would look over and their eyes would meet, and that she would come over to talk to her, but she never did.

“What’s the matter with you Y/N?” One of the other privates asked as they headed back to their barrack to get some shut eye before doing it all over again the next day.

“I have no idea. But I do think I know how to stop it.” Y/N paused in her step, turning quickly on her heel and running back in the direction they had come from.

“Y/N, where are you going? What about lights out?” Her friend called to her.

“Don’t wait up!” She yelled over her shoulder as she sprinted away.

Y/N burst into the mess hall. It was quiet, the normally bustling room, now empty.

“Hello?” Y/N called into the air. But there was no response. She sighed in defeat, turning back to the door.

“Private Y/L/N?” Lena questioned. Y/N spun around a smile spread across her face. But then it quickly turned into a scowl.

“I need to talk to you Seargent.” Y/N said as she walked closer to the lady, noting her pretty lips were painted in a crimson red, it stood out nicely in contrast to the white uniform she wore.

“What’s the problem?” Lena asked, her head tilting slightly as she did so, Y/N willed her stomach to settle and stop the somersaults it was trying to attempt.

“I am distracted.” Y/N stated firmly, staring at Lena, who looked perplexed.

“What seems to be distracting you?” Lena queried.

“You.” Y/N said plainly, there was no other way to put it. Lena had wormed her way into Y/N’s mind and nothing she did to get her out worked.

“Y/N, that’s very blunt of you.” Lena scoffed, taken aback by the direct words of the private.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know why. I have never felt this way.” Y/N rambled on, not knowing how to stop her mouth going a million miles an hour.

“What are you feeling?” Lena said softly, her kind eyes shining in the light.

“I feel giddy and happy and queasy and nervous and excited, everything, I’m feeling everything.” Y/N blurted.

“I guess that is a lot to feel.” Lena chuckled, agreeing with the private who stood in front of her.

“But it’s because of you, I am feeling this all because of you. Why?” Y/N didn’t realise her words until it was too late. She had confessed her true feelings.

“Have you ever liked someone Y/N?” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I like my friends, my…” Y/N started to say.

“No, like, as in like you want to kiss them.” Lena explained to the now red faced woman.

“I, uh, no.” Y/N shook her head. She had never had crushes at school, all of her friends were swooning over boys whereas she couldn’t care less.

“Do you perhaps like men?” Lena asked gently. Y/N shook her head again.

“No, I have never liked them. I just thought I hadn’t found the right one yet.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip slightly. Lena walked closer to Y/N. She froze as Lena approached. She stood in front of the private, reaching forward, extending her hand for Y/N to take it. Y/N glanced at the outstretched hand back up to Lena’s kind brown eyes.

She reached out her hand, Lena took it in her’s. Just from the smallest touch, shivers ran up Y/N spine as goosebumps arose on her skin.

“What do you feel when I do this?” Lena asked softly, not taking her voice above a whisper.

“A lot.” Y/N professed. Lena let a soft chuckle fall from her lips.

“Can you describe it?” Lena prompted Y/N.

“I feel hot, nervous, like I’m on fire. Where our hands touch feels like electricity.” Y/N breathed the words softly.

“Mmh, me too.” Lena agreed, feeling the sparks from the small touch. Y/N looked up in surprise, she felt it too?

“Don’t look at me like that Y/N.” Lena blushed, turning away. Y/N moved without thinking, her free hand shot out from her side and stopped Lena in her movement. Her fingers gently cupped Lena’s chin as she moved her face back to the front.

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N uttered the words softly as if saying them would pull her from the daydream she was clearly in. Lena didn’t say any words but lent in gently, Y/N followed suit. Soon their noses were touching, and Y/N could feel the tickle of Lena’s breath on her face.

“Close your eyes.” Lena whispered, Y/N did so immediately. She waited patiently for anything.

Lena’s soft lips pressed into Y/N. The kiss was delicate, like kissing a flower. Y/N had never felt anything like this before, like she was going to explode and melt at the same time. Like she could do anything, but also like she was small and fragile at the same time.

Y/N hungrily pressed her lips to Lena’s needing more than the gentle peck she was receiving. Lena sighed in content wrapping her arms around Y/N neck pulling her closer.

Never had Y/N felt more alive, she was so happy she could cry. Her hands coming up to cup Lena’s face in her palms.

They finally pulled away breathless. They couldn’t help the grin that spread on their faces.

“Well I don’t think that solved my problem.” Y/N laughed, knowing that all she would ever think about now was the stunning woman who stood in front of her, who gave her her first kiss.

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The pair were inseparable, never far from each other, and even when they had to be apart the other was all they could think of. In their leaves they often went to the beach, splashing in the waves together sharing salty kisses in the sand.

“We should run away together.” Lena poked Y/N in the side, as she lay on her chest soaking up the last of the warm rays of sun, before it dipped beyond the horizon.

“You said that last time Len’s.” Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her lover's head, her hand rubbing circles on her back.

“I mean it!” Lena sat up a cheeky grin on her lips.

“I know you do!” Y/N chuckled. “But I have something to tell you.” Y/N’s smile faded, she was dreading having to share this news.

“No, Y/N, no. You said you wouldn’t.” Lena’s face dropped seeing Y/N’s expression.

“I have too. This is why I am here.” Y/N spoke her truth, the whole reason she had joined. Sure Lena was something she had found along the way, and she couldn’t be happier that they met. But it was something she needed to do for herself and for her family.

“I ship out in two days.” Y/N admitted, Lena’s face contorted into anger.

“Y/N! Two days!” Lena’s face was lined with sadness. “Fine, if you’re going I’m coming with you!” Lena huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Now Y/N was sitting up.

“But!” Y/N protested.

“No! No Y/N we are going to do it together, that is final!” Lena tone said that there was no arguing with her.

“Fine, but can we just enjoy the time we have left before we leave?” Y/N asked, the sun was almost setting, and she didn’t want to miss it.

Y/N lay back down on her towel, opening her arms wide for Lena to join her again.

“Lie with me?” Y/N asked, pouting. A smile pulled to Lena’s lips. As she nodded, laying back down in their original position again.

“Beautiful.” Y/N commented.

“The sunset is always beautiful.” Lena nodded in agreement.

“Who said I was talking about the sunset?” Y/N grinned, as Lena swatted playfully at her giggling.

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Y/N couldn’t help gag as another bout of nausea made her stomach roll uncomfortably.

“Are you alright my love?” Lena whispered under her breath. Y/N nodded, giving a weak smile to Lena.

“Yeah, I just need to get off this boat.” Y/N said. They had been on boats for days, she was finally ready for her feet to be on solid ground again. The Higgins boat was heading for shore, as explosions boomed around them. Y/N’s heart leapt with each head splitting blast. Y/N could barely move, they had shoved as many marines into the boats as they could.

Y/N heart beat so loud in her ears it was almost as loud as the planes soaring overhead. The beach was getting closer. She could just make it out over the top of the front of the boat. People running around over the sand, falling, firing, explosions.

Lena’s hand gripped onto Y/N’s squeezing for reassurance. They would make it. They would get to be together and live a happy life. Y/N repeated it in her head like a mantra.

The boat finally ran aground, the bow ramp lowering to the ground exposing them to the scene in front of them. There was no waiting, no courtesy to let them get out, the women at the front immediately were gunned down by an unseen weapon.

“MOVE!” The others yelled charging forward. Y/N and Lena were pulled apart by the marines who tore forwards, keen to be out of the boat. Y/N’s legs moved, carrying her out the boat and onto the white sand that was now marred with blood and soot. The beach had a steep incline leaving them at a disadvantage being on lower ground. Y/N lay on her belly crawling forward, watching the carnage play out around her. Bodies were strewn across the land, she watched as countless marines were gunned down. Dropping like flies had a whole new meaning to her.

She couldn’t see the enemy but they definitely could see her, firing multiple shots into the sand just in front of where she lay. Y/N needed to keep moving forward or she would be pinned down by the onslaught of fire.

Y/N got to her feet, sprinting up the beach, she dove into the nearest foxhole. Taking refuge quickly before she could move on again, if she timed it right she could leapfrog further and further up the beach. While they reloaded she could make a break for it to the next hole further up.

“Y/N!” She knew the voice that called to her, she swung around seeing Lena dive in behind her.

“Lena, thank god you’re alright.” Y/N sighed in relief to see that she was all in one piece. Y/N quickly told her plan to Lena who nodded along agreeing it was a good idea.

They ducked for cover as a round was fired into the side of the hole they sheltered in. The round stopped, meaning they were reloading.

“Let’s go!” Y/N called to Lena. They sprang out of the hole together, running up the hill to the next foxhole. They had to dodge stray bullets that sprayed past them, bodies that lay on the floor, explosions that sent sand into their eyes and face like sharp needles.

Again they jumped into the hole. The plan seemed to be going well, but Y/N wasn’t one to count her eggs before they’d hatched. They had only made it halfway, and when they got to the top there was no cover for them. They had to make it off the beach completely and into the jungle where there could possibly be some safety.

The firing stopped, Lena and Y/N wasted no time leaving the hole to move forward again. But the bullets started again.

“Get down!” Y/N cried dropping to the floor. Her eyes glanced at Lena who still stood. Y/N’s world stopped, everything moving in slow motion. She watched as the bullet lodged itself in Lena’s chest, a strangled scream leaving her lips as she fell to the ground. Her hands reaching up to suppress the pain, blood seeped through the green uniform she wore.

“No!” A cry left Y/N’s lips.

She moved fast, grabbing Lena by her top and hauling her into the safety of the hole. Lena screamed as Y/N dragged her, her hands crimson with blood, just like the colour of her lips the first night they kissed.

“Corpsman!” Y/N shouted at the top of her lungs, putting pressure on the wound. “Lena you’re ok! Hold on for me!” Y/N pleaded, her vision blurred with tears.

“CORPSMAN!” Y/N yelled again, her voice breaking from the strain. She stood up to see if anyone was out there, only to be met with a round of bullets, each one finding their target.

The breath left her throat, the searing pain making her mute. Y/N dropped to her knees beside Lena.

“My love, my love!” Lena clawed at Y/N.

“I can still get someone!” Y/N said her voice strained, barely able to breath from the pain.

“My love.” Whispered Lena, Y/N turned her attention to her. A sad smile sat on her lips.

“Lie with me?” Lena asked. Y/N nodded, groaning as she laid beside Lena in the sand, just as they had done three days before. But this time they weren’t admiring the sunset.

Lena’s hand found her’s clasping onto it as if for dear life.

“I love you.” Y/N uttered, her breath ragged and laboured, she could feel herself fading quickly.

“I love you.” Lena whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. Y/N couldn’t bear to look over to her lover as she felt her grip finally loosen. Y/N shuddered, taking her last breath before stilling as well.

From the sky you could see them, still in the foxhole, still holding hands, as the war raged on without them. No one seemed to notice the two lovers who shared their last moments with each other before they left this world. Y/N, like her brothers that had fallen before her, would be buried on foreign land. But she would be with the one she loved the most, so in a way she was home.

#the pacific #lena riggi #wlw #romance #hbo war #fanfic #lena riggi x reader #woooh this was so fun to write #thank you again Jess #bobcollab

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sor-vette · 2 years

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"I just think they're neat" fic rec list (p.1)

Breaching the quiet and reaching out to the authors of some of my favourite stories. The talent you all have? Insane. This community? Elite. If you ever feel like the silence is too loud in here, know that I'm screaming louder. You're doing awesome job, writers, I applaud your work :)

An abbreviated moodboard of the emotions I felt while reading through these

Namjoon

Namjoon x Tell Mama by @pinkcherrybombs

No summary but this is the best smut by far. Am I biased? yes. Still I have enough logic left in my skull to realize a masterclass sensuality when I see one

The Passport by @alpacaparkaseok

You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time?

Butter by @alpacaparkaseok

They made ARMY sit through an hour of melting butter. Now we return the favor.

Out of the Woods by @angelicyoongie

Yoongi

Golden Hour by @alpacaparkaseok

In which Yoongi is the boy you’ve friend-zoned for years and you finally realize that he’s all you want.

Memoir of a Fake Girlfriend by @alpacaparkaseok

“I need to ask a favor…” “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.” “Oh, c’mon!”

Desolate by @angelicyoongie

Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches

Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win.

Purgatory by @deepdarkdelights

The Good Part by @introlxv

Min Yoongi knew you liked him just as much as he liked you. so why not skip all the chit-chat and get straight to the good part?

A Heart Loved by @btsrunmylife

I've linked only Yoongi one, but please read the rest of the Comfort Drabble series, it's a *chef's kiss*

Call me Naive by @btsrunmylife

Yoongi’s intentions really weren’t to drive you away. His curiosity merely got the best of him. But now…he’s woven an intricate mess he can’t get out of. And he can’t help but wonder, will this be the thing that finally pushes you over the edge?

Guardian by @letspurpletogether

You have never meddled with hybrid affairs, not until the night you find a stray panther hybrid hiding behind some trash containers.

Jin

The Other Side by @alpacaparkaseok

How to survive a soulmate encounter: first, get into separate rooms. Second, call 911 if there are no soulmate assistant present. Should be fairly easy, right?

Hoseok

Wake Me Up by @introlxv

Hoseok decides to treat himself after a long day of work.

Jimin

Esse Tuus by @lavienjin

You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

Scream for Me by @lunaandhertrashheap

It’s your last Halloween Carnival as a senior in college and as is tradition, you and your friends get drunk and dressed up just to go to the Fun-House Maze. But all week you’ve been receiving unsettling phone calls from an unknown number, commenting on your outfit, your bitchy friends, and your cliche quarterback boyfriend. Determined not to be scared into another night in, you go out with your friends anyway. But when you somehow get separated from the group, that feeling of unease morphs into fear; especially when you discover you’ve walked right into his trap.

Jungkook

If I could lie by @alpacaparkaseok

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

I'll Love You Until You Love Yourself by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

OT7 x reader (poly + not poly)

Oh My Lucifer by @pinkcherrybombs

In hopes of achieving a high mark in your final exam you’re willing to give up anything, including your soul. However when your drunken joke of a ritual suddenly comes true, how do you even begin to explain your logic to the seven demon lords seated in front of you

The Spooked + The Pact by @alpacaparkaseok

You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong? So, so much.

How to Sell Sunshine by @alpacaparkaseok

“I’ve always wanted to be the villain.”

Restitution by @cloudteawrites

When an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

Lovesick by @angelicyoongie

Office CEO's (drabbles) by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

Return of the Empress by @you-are-my-joy

After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Enchanted to Meet You by @ditttiii

No one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates for that matter. humans don’t have soulmates but shapeshifters do. what are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren’t even human.

Home Calls the Heart by @anonnie-in-wonderland

Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

#bts fic rec #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #ot7 x reader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader

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hotcat37 · 2 months

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Another day,another delivery 4 the wonderful human that is Hotcat!! :3

(Ur somewhat keeping the moodboard delivery service alive N im so so happy U like them soo I may have a few ✨exclusive✨ moodboards coming ur way N some other goods just 4 (1) of my fave blogs :D)

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

RED MAGICAL GIRL! JAN 4 U!! <333

(Finding a somewhat good looking red transformation pact was HARD but I used a pink one N dumped it in a bunch of filters till it looked red N that worked pretty well ☺️) all the photos we see here give us a look into the different aspects of what a magical girl needs,red heart shaped rings that slide into the pact 2 begin the transformation,the pact itself that matches with a certain turtle owning bassist,the sequence being shown in the top right picture N the bottom left picture,the dress that comes with said transformation,our darling Janci wondering how he’s not dead given what he just went through N Jan himself looking tired as ever tho the person who knows the truth is him (N Igor who saw it all happen N hid in Jan’s jacket cuz ofc U would if smh like THAT happened 2 ur owner in the middle of ur daily walk in the forest)✨✨✨✨

Magical girl Jan so real <33 I love Jan just being like wtf afterwards and Igor hiding in Jan's jacket during the transformation 🐈‍⬛💞 The dress is sooo pretty omg I love how layered and puffy it is. This while transformation happening randomly to Jan while on a walk also feels like something that would genuinely happen lmao Also great job at making the whole thing red despite starting off with pink!! You can barely tell that the images were originally pink :D

I'm gonna have to send my own special delivery to you soon 👀😈

#joker out #jan peteh #cute moodboards #I love magical girls fr

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altszn · 2 months

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cause i don't need no reason my love is just for you baby ⪩⪨

#원펙트 #( altszn. moodboards )#ᐢ..ᐢ #↺ or ♡#one pact #one pact seongmin #kpop moodboard #soft aesthetic #messy moodboard #kpop aesthetic #kpop bg #oh seongmin #boys planet #brown aesthetic #blue aesthetic #green aesthetic #one pact moodboard #lq moodboard

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genuflectx · 6 months

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Imp Demon/Reader {NSFW}

Length: 3,355

Main Themes: BDSM, power dynamics, cum eating

Other Warnings: blood, overstimulation, pain

All images in moodboard are free to use/remix images or are mine

Happy Halloweeeeeen :D (a day early) I'll make a small illustration for this later!

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Orange light danced against the peeling white wallpaper, giving everything the illusion of movement, of crawling. The candles embraced the circle in a patient ring of fire. Eventually, when you were ready and had steeled yourself, you read the words aloud in a fine whisper, filling the room with infernal words that commanded ancient authority. Even as you closed your eyes the words came easy. You had memorized them just for the occasion.

Finally, when you opened your eyes, the room was dark. You waited with bated breath and growing excitement straining against underwear and robe. There was nothing for several seconds. Then the room trembled and the symbol glowed and hummed. A thick, clawed hand rose from the floor like an invisible portal to Hell. Held breath escaped your lungs.

She drug herself out of the floor onto her knees and sank down, a wicked clubbed tail lashing behind her into the dark. The candles sluggishly re-lit themselves and you placed a hand to your hammering heart. The demon smiled.

“Must be something real important to summon me,” she said.

You opened your mouth and then closed it, brows knitting together. You could see now, in the orange glow, that she was not what you had meant to summon. You slipped down to your knees and looked from the book to the devil in the glowing circle. She was small, no bigger than four and a half feet, with two thick horns decorated in intricate, lace-like designs. Her head was pale yellow, made toasty in the light, which became more blood-orange the further you followed her curved body. But you were most drawn to the pale blue stripes lining her thin, deer-like legs.

“You aren't a succubus,” you muttered with great confusion. “I must have read the wrong page- no, no this is it, it's the right one.”

She flopped onto her belly, chin in thick palms. “What, not happy to see me? Hoping for something a bit juicier?”

You looked at her blankly and worried your lip. “...You don't even have wings. You're supposed to have wings.”

Her smirk fell to deadpan. “Harmony's never had wings, chump! I got better things to do than be insulted by some unshaven, illiterate mortal. Send me back,” she waved a hand irritably.

You sat back against your calves and studied her, lost in thought. She was meant to by Hyrora, depicted in your book as a tall, wide demon with a set of four expansive purple horns. Harmony- well, she was only an imp! You flipped through a few pages idly, but the burn between your legs did not grow quiet. You'd been planning this for months, had made so many blood sacrifices, the wounds on your arms still aching and fresh. You could not just come away with nothing.

“How did I mess up so badly,” you groaned, rubbing a hand down your miserable face.

“How did you mess up so badly?” Mocked Harmony.

You glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. Then she jolted up off the floor and in a few short, swift steps came and pulled your book from your grasp, thumbing back to the incantation. With her this close you could hear the faint tinkle of a large metal bell around her neck, like something a cat might wear. All it did was solidify the knowledge that she was, in fact, not Hyrora.

Harmony hummed then dropped the book unceremoniously with a dusty thump. “Yep, just as I thought. Illiterate! You said like, half the words wrong,” she crossed her arms, staring down at you expectantly. “You must be so stupid that-”

“Hey!' You exclaimed. “Enough! Sit down, demon!”

Harmony sneered and then she slowly sat down. When you summoned a demon you made a pact with them. In exchange for your sacrifices, you received some amount of loyalty and obedience, and if they did not approve of the exchange they would not heed your call. This obedience was only temporary, but in the case of a succubus it only needed to be. This imp, however...

“You accepted the summons,” you said. “Why? You knew what I was trying to actually summon, didn't you? You're just an imp. Who the Hell summons imps?”

“You, apparently,” she smirked.

You ground your teeth and pointed a finger in her face. “Listen, demon! You accepted this pact and crawled out of that circle. That means you obey me. I'll find some use for you.”

Her smirk fell into something more agitated, tail smacking audibly against the floor. Her mouth had drawn up into what you might describe as a pout. And, on a little thing like Harmony, it was almost cute. But you knew you had to be wary. Even an imp could take your fingers off if you pushed hard enough. You had to keep control.

Your first command was that she clean your room for you. After all, you had gone to such trouble painstakingly drawing the symbols with your own blood. The least Harmony could do was wash it away for you. To your surprise she obeyed without much defiance, though you realized too late that it was because she wanted to lick the blood off of the floor. You told her that was disgusting, and she shrugged before crunching down on a half-spent candle.

“What the fuck,” you said, sitting on your bed.

She swallowed. “What? If you're just gonna use the light now you don't need'em!”

You made her clean the rest of your room- with particular attention to the inedible- while you read the fine print of your book. It did not specify how much time you were meant to have with Hyrora, but rumors circulating online had suggested a few glorious hours. You glanced up at Harmony dusting off a shelf and wondered if it would be the same with an imp, or if her lesser importance gave you more time.

“Imp,” you said. “How long are you my servant?”

She turned her head around like an owl and made a non-committal noise. “Why, something specific you need time for, mortal?”

Harmony wiggled her naked bottom and your mouth thinned, eyes slipping back to the book. You were going to fuck Hyrora, a tall, beautiful demon Goddess with a luscious body and wicked tongue, not this Harmony, a short small-breasted round-bottomed imp with a shit attitude. But you could not deny the ever-annoying struggle of your dick against your tight underwear, the needy throb you'd built up waiting for Hyrora's arrival which had not died down with Harmony. You looked at Harmony again, at her spindly striped legs and soft rump. She wasn't “juicy,” but you could squeeze juice out of that. If you really wanted to.

“There, damn, it's clean,” she griped, drawing you from your ogling. “Now send me back. It's boring here. You really live like this? What is this, like, a two-room apartment?”

You found yourself wanting to order her to shut up and stop complaining. “You're really rude, you know that?”

Harmony tilted her head and stood akimbo, a brow raising skeptically. “Oh? Oh yeah? Did you think the succubus you tried to order was going to worship the ground you walked on? Did ya?”

You slipped off the bed and into the joint living room and kitchen, peering out into the glowing night, the lively city below. Still the robe was tied around your waist, waiting to be thrown off, and you fiddled with the belt. Your dick twitched, so you decided a demon was a demon. Eventually you turned away from the window.

“Give me something better to do if you're going to keep me around!” Said Harmony, who had followed you. “Want me to cook? I come with my own fire,” she snapped, and flame sprouted from her clawed fingertips.

“No,” you said, thinking. “Let's just watch a movie.”

“A movie.”

Now you were the one who looked smug. “Expecting something else?”

She squinted. “It's a waste of my talents but it's your blood pact,” she gestured to the couch. “I can cook a mean boxed mac'n'cheese.”

You stuck a VHS into the player, something corny and about three decades old. The tape whined and the screen flickered uncomfortably. Harmony did not complain so much as she did sulk, her bottom planted firmly on the couch and body sinking into the arm. You sat in the center, and she finally saw an opportunity to open her annoying mouth again.

“A slasher, original,” she grumbled, resting her chin in her hand.

“Comfortable?” You asked.

She gave a noncommittal noise and blinked languidly at the screen. It was much more amusing being the one doing the annoying. The VHS played on as you lost yourself to thought, trying to decide if you were really willing to swap a breathtaking night with a demonic Goddess for a potentially headache inducing one with Harmony. You rubbed the sore, clotted wounds along you arms and glanced at her.

You waited until Harmony started to droop. Then, you reached over and wrapped your hands around her hips.

“What gives?” She asked incredulously, squirming.

You placed her into your lap. If she weren't so short her horns would block your view, but you didn't care so much about watching the movie. “Be quiet demon,” you commanded, squeezing her thighs.

She tilted her head back, knocking horns against the bottom of your chin and into your chest. You grabbed one and wrangled her head forward again, forcing her attention towards the flickering screen. Eventually she groaned and stretched her legs out, placing pressure on your lap and the strain beneath your robe.

“I can feel your dick you know,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. “What's the hold up, huh? Too much of a coward?”

“You need some training,” you replied, taking the base of her tail tightly in hand. “And a gag.”

Her eyes brightened in surprise when you trapped her tongue with two well placed fingers, thrusting them into her mouth between small, sharp teeth. Your skin scraped against dangerous points, but you hardly noticed the pain. Harmony suckled on them. She had no qualms with making a mess of herself as she drooled, and it wet your palm and wrist carelessly. She was quiet, now.

“So much better,” you sighed, tugging her tail from the base and massaging her slick forked tongue.

She hummed around your knuckles, and you tried to thrust them deeper, hips grinding upwards. Harmony was more eager than you thought she would be. Maybe her teasing hadn't been just for show, you wondered, as she bucked and wriggled until your fingers slipped from her mouth and she was free to turn herself around. She straddled your lap, thighs spread far apart.

“I don't think you could handle me,” she quipped, chin up. “Those succubi? Peh, a lot of tamed cows more like it! Now, an imp is just as likely to rip your cock off for a chew toy as they are to blow it,” grinned Harmony.

You believed it. You didn't trust her enough to demand that she use her little mouth to blow you. Behind you someone screamed bloody murder and, as Harmony turned to cackle with delight at the blood splatter on screen, you reached over the arm of the couch to rummage through dented cardboard box. She looked at you and raised a brow at what occupied your hands.

“Ohhhh, I don't think that'll-”

You moved and pushed her belly-first onto the couch, one knee at the small of her back and her wrists in hand. You were well-practiced but clumsy. But the rope held, binding her arms and wrists together tightly. It was in no way comfortable. You loomed over her from the front of the couch.

Harmony's tail lashed; her cheek pressed against the cushions. She opened her mouth and you immediately wrapped cloth around it, tying it off in the back. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned around the cloth gag, wetting it and muttering nonsense. You patted her bottom firmly, and her tail snaked around your forearm.

“Don't think I can handle you,” you tutted, shaking your head. “Maybe I fucked up the incantation my first try, but-” you leaned closer. “-it's not my first try using these.” You fingered the taut rope.

Harmony's tail constricted your arm, and you shoved her head down into the cushion by her horns until the tail slipped away. She chuckled, muffled by the cloth and cushion, like this was some sort of game. It was, you thought, and you were going to win. If she still had her voice, you knew she'd make fun of your tight underwear as the robe gently fell to the floor. You rubbed the outline of your dick and smacked her bottom harder, threateningly.

“I summoned you, so you are going to play nice. Understood?”

Her gagged smile stretched, and then obedient knees lifted her ass off the couch. Your underwear was starting to become too uncomfortable to withstand, so with great relief you thumbed them down and released your dick from its damp prison. You smeared pre-cum over the head with a sigh and got behind Harmony, the lips of her pussy creating a soft, appealing line between her legs. She mumbled something through the gag about gawking.

All your muscles tingled feeling that soft, appealing line part for the tip of your dick. Harmony was, to your surprise, easy to enter, her warmth addicting and all consuming. You groaned through the first stroke, pulsing and shaking.

“God damn,” you said, skin smacking lewdly against skin.

“Mmm, sooo much better than a succubus,” replied Harmony, who had chewed through her gag. “Warmer... tighter. I could go on.”

You grabbed her tail and pulled it straight. “Shut up.”

The bell around her neck tinkled lightly against the couch as you fucked into her slick warmth, and she started to mewl when you lost the reserve to be careful. But you had to restrain yourself. You started seeing stars far too early, and you wanted this little imp to know who was in charge. You put the weight of both hands against the back of her head while her own hands struggled at the rope.

Then there was heat against your belly. Real, Hellish heat. You leaned away with a yelp and, in a flash, the warmth left your dick and you were left disorientated. You opened your eyes only when you realized they'd squeezed close.

“That's better!” She quipped. “How's that feel, big fella? Huh?”

You were on your back. Harmony had burned the restraints away and flipped you with ease, and now she was straddling your naked hips, your dick bobbing against the cress of her ass.

“Those were my only ropes,” you griped, rubbing palms over your cheeks.

Harmony growled, lashing your thigh with her wicked tail. “That's what you're worried about? Ropes?” She leaned close, eyes flaring. “You should be more worried about me!”

She lifted her hips and in one plunge seated you inside, her small impish body taking all of it like it was nothing at all. You gasped and your hips involuntarily bucked. Then, one meaty palm captured your wrists while the other had its own fun at your throat. She squeezed gently, claws tickling your skin.

“Being on the bottom is always the fun part,” she smirked. “You're luck I'm so kind-hearted. I even let you pretend to be in charge for a little while.”

Your face paled then flushed as her ass smacked rhythmically against your trembling hips. The pleasure built back in seconds, creeping along your spine and throbbing inside of her. Her claws trailed from your fluttering pulse to your chest. One delicate claw carved open the soft flesh. You grit your teeth and curl your toes as the prickles mingled with the growing instinct to fill her, knowing that you were not going to last.

Harmony whimpered and shivered. She leaned and licked the trickle of blood from your chest, thumb idly flicking over a nipple. Heat flooded your body with a heavy grunt, your balls tightening and you ejaculated thick seed inside of her messily. It made a sloppy, used sound as Harmony continued to bounce. You were spent but she still did not stop, and when you tried to rip your wrists free her strength far surpassed her appearance.

“Stop,” you rasped, exhausted.

“What? I haven't finished yet, why should I?” Harmony sneered, tearing her claws deeper into your flesh. They left long, angry scores. “Unless you intend to please me with your tongue?”

Your dick hadn't gone fully soft yet but the oversensitiveness was beginning to become painful. So, you nodded in agreement. Even if it meant giving up more of the power you had hoped to exert you just couldn't take anymore.

Harmony smiled sweetly, taking a few last long, slow, self-serving strokes until finally your wet dick fell against your belly with relief. She dipped a finger between her legs and then between her lips. Then, she crawled forward and planted her stretched pussy over your face, your cum drooling out onto your cheek and chin. It smelled heady and musky. You grimaced. You'd done some kinky shit in your life, but you had never done this before.

“Something the matter?” Asked Harmony, demonic eyes peering down at you in amusement.

You glared and grasped her thighs, bringing that smell against your mouth and nose without complaint. She keened and rocked against your tongue. You tasted yourself, but more than anything you tasted her, Harmony's flavor stronger than your own and the taste was deceivingly more alluring than its smell. She clawed your scalp, pushing her cunt hard against your mouth as she rode you remorselessly.

Finally, when she was close, you felt the warm trickle of blood on your scalp and the tight coil of her tail around your forearm. It squeezed, and your arm went numb.

“Ohhh yeah, there, right there, don't stop,” she rasped, grinding her clit in.

That alluring flavor intensified as her thighs squeezed your head. She shook and yowled. The claws that weren't making a bloody mess of your scalp tore into the back of the couch, but you could not hear the fabric shred with your heart pounding in your ears. When Harmony was calm again she sat leisurely, catching her ragged breath. You paused, then pushed her ass up.

She moved begrudgingly, slipping off the couch to collapse on the floor in a spent heap, and air gladly filled your lungs as your eyes fluttered closed with satisfaction. Eventually she shuffled onto her knees from her spot on the carpet, but you could not find the will to open your eyes again.

“You dead?” Asked Harmony, poking your leg.

Finally, you turned your head to look down at her. You made some noncommittal gesture with your fingers.

“I thought you'd suffocated down there,” her smirk spread. “Did better than I thought.”

You rolled your eyes but otherwise the strength to fight left through your dick ages ago. “The contract is fulfilled and it's been... a few hours. You'll should be going back soon.”

Harmony stared with wide eyes, her tail thumping on the carpet like an irritated cat. She grumbled and stood up, sopping pussy almost at eye-level, and scratched her belly. She started to poke around the living room. You watched with faint interest, body begging for a nap. Then Harmony slipped a thin plastic case out from the shelf under your TV stand. She brandished it in front of your face.

“The dumb movie you picked out is almost over,” she wiggled the case. “Put this in instead.”

You squinted up at her. “You want to actually watch a movie with me?”

Her mouth thinned. “I'm just as happy to eat it and leave!”

The corner of your mouth twitched and you sat up, back aching from the cheap couch cushions. You finally noticed the torn backing and could only utter a quiet, unimpressed groan. Harmony chuckled with delight.

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phynewrites · 9 months

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I am Emma Zhang. Average Student. Teenage Assassin.

Most of you will probably think that this is immoral, but there are worse things in the world.

After all, what's a few lost evil lives compared to the innocent ones?

Besides, it pays enough for everything for my family’s needs, and that’s what it should be.

There’s just one problem.

Cody Kaysen.

A few nights ago, one of my targets happen to be a classmate’s parent.

Part of the contract is to eliminate potential witnesses, who happens to be his group of friends in a sleepover.

How troublesome...

Now everyone in the school thinks there’s a slasher somewhere, lurking.

I don’t know how this jock found out, but ALL witnesses must be eliminated.

Yet, he seems to have more than nine lives.

Unexpectedly, he offered me a pact. If I would have to accept it to keep myself from this job...

Then so be it.

I am Cody Kaysen. Student Athlete. Teenage Assasin.

My father, an underground mercenary himself, trained me to be this monster.

His bidding is powerful, absolute obedience or death.

I just want to live doing what I want to do, until an angel from below ascended.

I was on my way to Aaron’s house for a sleepover. I smelled blood. I saw the shadow of the perpetrator and their blue eyes.

The next day, I saw a bloodstain on Emma Zhang’s jacket. She also has the same blue eyes.

I had to lure her and offered her a pact: Help me destroy our family business.

If I must use evil to destroy evil...

Then so be it.

Graphics credits:

Dividers by @saradika here!

Moodboard photos from @bloodieswhores (here), @yukik4z (here), @jenfaery (here!), and @r-obi-n (here)

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pizzaqueen · 2 years

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Thought I'd put together a masterlist and do a little bit of an intro:

You can call me Queenie! Pronouns are she/her. I'm old to some and young to others. I'm mostly here for Steddie but other ships may pop up occasionally (like Chrissy/Robin aka Buckingham or Jancy)

I co-ran @steddie-week in 2023 and will hopefully run it again in 2024

Fanart, podfics, moodboards, fanmixes, and translations of my fics are all welcome! Fanbinding is also welcome :D

Please credit me as 96tears on AO3 and/or pizzaqueen on tumblr and I'd love to know so I can gush over it!

Asks are always open for fic talk or headcanons or anything else 😊 or even feel free to just say hi!

Some tags:

My fic / text/ headcanon posts / writing / art prompts

Some playlists:

Steddie / Eddie / Steve / Buckingham

And a timestamps post of all Steve's scenes in ST

(All fic links below the cut because it's long; updated November 2023)

MULTI-CHAPTERED FICS

alone again, or

20k / M / June 2022

It’s 1991 and Steve is still in Hawkins, still living with his mother, still single, and still working at Family Video. At least he’s the manager now, for whatever that’s worth. But he’s stuck here while Robin and Dustin and everyone else have moved away. Moved on. Well, everyone except for Eddie. They're best friends, spend most of their time together, and it's nice to have a friend like that. But Steve is still looking for love with a capital "L". At least, he thinks he is.

Playlist / Podfic by @cottagepodfics

Till I Kissed You

18k / T / August - September 2022

When Eddie confesses he’s never got the big deal about kissing, Steve teases him about it, saying maybe it’s because Eddie’s a bad kisser. Pride wounded, Eddie can’t let that go and decides he needs an unbiased opinion on his kissing skills. It’s weird but it’s only one kiss, no big deal, right? So, Steve says yes. Eddie gets the answer he wanted, but then he and Steve are left with a whole new set of questions to navigate. Now they just have to find new answers.

Moodboard / Playlist

uh-oh, love comes to town

13k / T / December 2022

It’s not like Steve thought Eddie would stay single forever, but he figured he’d have a girlfriend by the time Eddie got a boyfriend. So, when Vickie and Robin set Eddie up on a blind date with Vickie’s cousin, Steve figures he feels weird about it because he’s the only one without a date.

But an annoying little voice starts telling him maybe there’s more to it than that. He just has to figure out what it is.

Moodboard / Playlist

picnic time with you

12.2k / T / April-May 2023

“Why are you so keen on this, anyway?” Steve looks at Eddie, pulse skipping. He drums his fingers on the floor. “You can’t be that bored.” Eddie turns to Steve, lit by the flickering glow of the projector, and says, “I like knowing things about you.” When Eddie convinces Steve to show him some old family photos and home movies, it unearths a happy memory of a picnic Steve went on as a child. It was just an ordinary picnic, but it was weirdly special to Steve, and, more importantly, it gives him an idea. He's going to take Eddie on a picnic—a romantic one—and finally tell him how he feels. And Robin’s going to help him plan it.

The Pizza Box Pact

24k / T / November 2023

Eddie and Steve have been living together, working together, and raising their cat together for a few years, now, but they’re not together together. They’re friends—the best of—nothing more, and they’re happy. At least, Eddie is, and he thought Steve was too. But then he finds a pact they made, one drunken night ten years ago, where they pledged to ‘marry’ each other if they were still single by the time they’re thirty, and everything changes. Steve isn’t amused by the reappearance of the pledge, seems almost upset by it, and Eddie figures it’s because he’s going to be thirty soon and doesn’t have a girlfriend. So, he does what any best friend would do: promises to find Steve his perfect woman, setting him up on a series of unsuccessful blind dates. But somewhere along the way, Eddie rediscovers feelings that he thought he’d put aside years ago. He just hopes he hasn’t discovered them too late.

Art by goingsteddi3 / Art by Cousin Itt / Promo / Playlist

ONE SHOTS

fighting monsters, holding hands

387 / G / June 2022

As much as a huge part of Eddie still wants to wait here, cowering, he manages to nod. And that’s when there’s a loud boom, and he just about jumps out of his skin, hand flailing out to grab onto anything solid. Anything grounding.

stumbling in

1.3k / T / June 2022

The thing is, it was just one kiss. And it’s not… Steve’s not… It’s not like he wants to kiss Eddie again, or anything. And if it wasn’t a joke, and Eddie is gay, then, whatever. That’s fine, isn’t it? Steve’s fine with Robin—well, more than fine, obviously—so he’d be fine with Eddie, too.

But it’s… It’s natural to be curious when someone kisses you, right? Anyone would be.

Eddie's Badass Metal Mixtape (For Steve)

2.4k / T / June 2022

This is the closest thing in existence to a definitive collection of Eddie’s favorite songs. No, they’re not just his favorite songs. These songs are a part of him. They are him. Or maybe he’s them. Whatever.

The point is, this tape has taken him a week to put together, with one particular person in mind, and it is perfect. Finally.

Podfic by @daysarestranger

turn on your light

2.5k / T / July 2022

After they take down the bad guy, there’s still the issue of a gaping hole in the roof of Eddie’s trailer. Not exactly ideal living conditions. But Steve Harrington, who is not only not a douchebag but a genuine good dude and real-life superhero, says Eddie can stay with him. So, Eddie is in Steve Harrington’s bedroom, wearing Steve Harrington’s clothes, and about to sleep in Steve Harrington’s bed. It’s not the weirdest thing to happen to him this week, but it’s still totally fucking surreal.

a brush with love

1.8k / T / July 2022

“Dude,” Steve says, “when was the last time you brushed your hair?”

The one where Steve brushes Eddie’s hair (because Eddie hasn't done it in...a while, much to Steve's horror.)

when bad dreams become

3.9k / T / July 2022

A movie night during a storm leads to nightmares and the nightmares lead to some confessions. The urge to put his arm around Steve is almost overwhelming, but Eddie fights it. He hooks his ankle around Steve’s, though, which might not be any less obvious, but Steve seems to relax a little at the touch. At the next boom of thunder, Eddie runs his knuckles down Steve’s bicep, letting his hand rest in the crook of his elbow a moment, before he pulls it away.

Bowl Me Over

3.7k / T / July 2022

Eddie’s been kind of different lately—nothing Steve can really put his finger on, but not exactly himself. Steve figures he’s missing the guys from his band, or something. Whatever it is, Steve feels bad about it. It will be nice to do something to cheer Eddie up, so Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie go bowling. And then Steve figures some things out with the help of a stray comment from Robin and a stuffed toy bat. Across the table, Robin makes a strangled noise and says, “Holy shit,” eyes wide. Steve clears his throat. “What?” “I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” Steve folds his arms over his stomach and Eddie sobers, setting the bat on the table and poking at his food. Nancy’s brow furrows and she says, “See what?”

strange currencies

4.3k / T / August 2022

When Steve steps in to break up a bar fight at The Hideout, the owner thanks him with free booze. A lot of free booze. By the time Eddie gets him home, Steve can barely stand, let alone wash his hair. But there’s puke in Steve’s hair, and he can’t sleep like that, so what’s Eddie to do? He washes Steve’s hair for him, and he expects it to be weird, but he doesn’t expect it to come with any revelations.

(Basically: Steve is drunk; Eddie gives him a bath and has feelings)

fix you up

2.5k / T / September 2022

It’s been a while since someone touched him like this. With this kind of…tenderness. And it’s all because he got punched in the face. Again. It’s not because Eddie wants to. Then again, Steve thinks as Eddie takes his time tending to Steve, he could’ve steered Steve toward the bathroom and let him patch himself up. He didn’t have to do it himself. Maybe… Eddie patches Steve up after he gets into a fight at The Hideout.

more than a feeling (that’s the power of love)

5.6k / T / October 2022

This was meant to be a fun weekend away for Steve and Eddie. Leave Hawkins, and all the memories there, behind for a few days. Drink some beers, maybe do some fishing or outdoorsy shit. Get some R&R. But now they’re tied up in some weirdo’s basement, facing imminent death, and Steve’s never told Eddie he wishes they were more than friends.

Not exactly the relaxing weekend he was hoping for.

never can say goodbye

2.3k / T / November 2022

Eddie watches as Steve slips his keys down the back of the couch, followed by his wallet on the other side. Then he takes off his jacket, balls it up, and stuffs it under the coffee table.

It’s like he’s setting up a bizarre treasure hunt, that’s the only way Eddie can explain it; Eddie’s about to say something along the lines of Having fun? or maybe What’s my prize if I find everything? when Steve takes off his watch and slips it under the couch. That’s when Eddie decides not to say anything, see where this goes. If Steve wants to play whatever game this is, Eddie’s more than curious enough to let him.

but the fire is so delightful

6.6k / T / December 2022

When Robin and Dustin back out of a trip to Steve’s grandparents’ cabin over Christmas break, Steve’s a little disappointed. But he can’t lie: the idea of spending the weekend alone with Eddie is pretty damn appealing. He’d been hoping to get Eddie away from the others, so he could finally tell him how he feels, and now he’s got the whole weekend to do it.

a single resolution

1.8k / T / December 2022

It’s New Year’s Eve and Steve doesn’t want to be the only one without someone to kiss at midnight, so he slips away to spend the rest of 1989 alone in his room. And then Eddie finds him.

(A New Year’s Eve first kiss)

Another year—another decade—is coming to a close and Steve is still alone. A burst of laughter sounds behind him, reminding him of his apartment is full of friends, the ones who called earlier because they can’t be here, and he amends alone to single.

Most of the time, he can bear it, but it’s harder at night. And harder still on New Year’s Eve, surrounded by happy couples. He loves his friends and he’s happy for them, but seeing them so in love only makes the ache in him grow.

Podfic by Amanita_Fierce

little things mean a lot

1.7 k / T / January 2023

Shafts of light dance over the room as a sweetly cool breeze flutters the curtains. One catches on a small glass bottle sitting on Steve’s dresser. It reminds him there’s something he’s been wanting to ask Eddie for a while now:

“How come you don’t bring me stuff anymore?”

(The one where Eddie used to bring Steve random trinkets but there was a small misunderstanding)

single / taken / pining

4.4 k / T / February 2023

When a girl Steve’s trying to flirt with starts flirting with Eddie, Steve says the only thing that comes to mind: he tells her Eddie’s married. It’s not his smoothest moment, but it works, and Eddie goes along with it. It's not like Eddie was interested, anyway, and he figures Steve wanted the ladies to himself. So, Steve figures that must be it, too.

But a little later it hits him: he doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.

Also posted in parts on tumblr

Table for Two

3.4 k / T / February 2023

And maybe Eddie still thinks Valentine’s Day, specifically, is kind of bullshit, but looking at Steve standing in front of him, so fucking handsome and making Eddie’s pulse skip just by being there, he gets why so many people fall for it.

Eddie doesn’t think when Steve mentions Valentine’s Day, just goes into his usual spiel, not realizing he might be trampling all over Steve’s hopes and plans until it’s too late. And that’s how he ends up determined to give Steve the best Valentine’s Day ever.

to be close to you

1.6k / T / March 2023

Eddie picks up the sweater, cradling it in his hands. It’s soft, and Eddie already knows it smells like Steve, but he brings it to his face and inhales anyway. Fuck, it smells good. Steve smells good. A wave of heat washes through Eddie, and he flops back again, face still covered by the sweater. What is he doing? Steve leaves his sweater behind after he and Eddie hang out, and Eddie has feelings about it.

those magic fingers

2.4k / T / March 2023

Eddie has a sore back, Steve offers the solution: one back rub. Totally platonic. No ulterior motives or hidden feelings whatsoever. “Okay, just—” Steve pauses, suddenly wondering what the hell he’s doing and why he offered to do this. But he did, and if he backs down, Eddie will know something’s up. So, he draws in a deep breath and says, “Tell me if it hurts.”

the sweetest words

1.2k / T / March 2023

“Why do you have a favorite part of my face?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “Why would you?” “Because.” “That’s not an answer.” “Oh, my friend, but it is.” (Wherein Eddie likes Steve's face and tells him all about his favorite parts)

Whenever you need shelter

4.4k / T / May 2023

Steve locks himself out of the house on a stormy night when his parents are out of town. It’s not an ideal situation, but it leads him to Eddie’s where he gets warm and dry and learns a few things about himself. “You know, seeing Steve Harrington in a Slayer shirt might just make my whole week.” He pushes off the dresser he’s leaning against and claps a hand to Steve’s arm. His brows shoot up and he says, “Shit, dude, you’re freezing,” rubbing his hands over Steve’s arms. Warmth flows through Steve and, distantly, he thinks it might be from more than the motion of Eddie’s hands making Steve’s blood circulate. He raises a brow, heart beating inexplicably hard.

half as much

1.8k / T / July 2023

A wish. The last thing Steve needs tonight. But he closes his eyes all the same, wishes coming too easily, the first that he could have this every night. Or, not this exactly, but being with Eddie. More and more, all Steve wants to do is hang out with him. Be near him. There’s something about him, and the way being with him makes Steve feel—he wishes it was like this with the girls he’s been dating lately.

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always be like this

2.1k / T / July 2023

This thing with Eddie started on the first day of summer, and Steve feels good about that. Every now and then, he wonders if it’s a summer romance, period, wishing the summer could last forever so he’ll never have to find out, but… No. It feels more solid than that. Like it's going to last. He splashes Eddie again, and Eddie splashes him back, and it turns into a game of who can splash each other the most (Steve wins, no matter what Eddie says) and they wrestle and dunk each other until Steve’s lungs ache with laughing and Eddie finally admits defeat.

Under the Porch Light

1.9k / T / August 2023

After that, it kind of becomes a thing: the two of them on the step outside Eddie’s trailer, talking and talking. It’s gradual, and it’s not something they do consciously, so Eddie doesn’t realize that it’s becoming a thing, but it’s not long before those nights with Steve become a highlight in his life.

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#steddie #masterlist #steve x eddie #pizzaqueenfic

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theharrowing · 1 year

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With You Always

When Taehyung dies tragically and winds up stuck on earth, he decides to watch over Jimin—his best friend, and the person he loves more than anyone in the world. Concern for his grieving best friend turns to jealousy as Jimin begins to move on and meet new people, and Taehyung's once passive presence becomes more and more dangerous.

💔 Taehyung x Jimin

💔 word count: 13k 💔 dead dove, major character death (ghost taehyung), noncon, hurt/comfort, horror, slash, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+ 💔 warnings: 🕊 dead dove, grief & mourning, masturbation, recreational drug use, jealousy, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, jimin in a crop top with pink hair, ouija board use, haunting, poltergeist, fear, taking advantage of a drunk person, ghost sex, non-consensual somnophelia, oral sex, mental breakdown

💔 written for the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest!

💔 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading! moodboard created by the mods at the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest (text added by me with permission.) 💔 posted oct. 2022

💔 notes: i cannot stress how dark this story is. please read the warnings and don’t interact with this story if you are sensitive to any of those topics!!! i do not condone the actions in this fic; it is a work of horror fiction.

나는 날 잃은 걸까 아니 널 얻은 걸까

Taehyung's death affected everyone pretty hard, but no one more than Jimin.

Since they were kids, Taehyung and Jimin were inseparable. They did everything together, often hand-in-hand, taking on the world with wide, curious eyes and open hearts.

As teenagers, they were even closer, dealing with the awkwardness of puberty together and making various life pacts, including a pact to wait until college for their first kiss, a pact to wait until college to have sex, and a pact to go to the same college and live together.

For as long as he could remember, Taehyung harbored feelings for Jimin, and he thought from a somewhat young age that Jimin felt the same. But aside from Jimin coming up with those kiss and virginity pacts and other small but possibly innocuous tells, the topic never came up between them.

Taehyung always had the inkling that Jimin wanted them to put those events off to share them with each other, and he hoped it would be something they could explore—if they really were, in fact, on the same page—in college, as planned, when the two of them were away from home and didn't have to worry too much about the pressures of being caught by their parents.

But then Taehyung died a month after high school graduation, and so did his chance to tell Jimin of his true feelings.

The accident was pretty bad.

It was a gorgeous summer day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Taehyung drummed his fingers against his steering wheel to the beat of an old jazz tune as another car somehow wound up skidding sideways into his lane, flipping him several times off the road and into a deep ditch. There were no survivors at the scene, and by the time emergency personnel arrived, both mangled cars had caught fire.

Even from the moment of impact, Taehyung didn't remember the accident. One minute he was alive, driving in the countryside on his way back to the city and the next, he was floating above the scene, watching as police attempted to barricade the area and keep others away from the wreckage.

It was surreal, and Taehyung spent a considerable amount of time thinking he was dreaming and that at any moment, he might wake up. But then, as time went on and his body was taken away before the site of the accident was gradually getting cleaned, Taehyung realized it wasn't a dream.

At first, Taehyung couldn't figure out why he stayed on earth rather than continue on to some kind of afterlife. Sure, he didn't spend his life necessarily believing in any specific type of afterlife, but he always assumed there would be something. Or even nothing.

But that—floating with an aimless feeling while wearing the same beige oversized button-up short-sleeve tucked loosely into the front of wide-leg brown slacks—that just felt strange. Taehyung ran a hand through his long, wavy dark brown hair and felt as the strands pushed back from his forehead and fell into place. He couldn't quite figure out the extent to which he existed and didn't, feeling both weightless and solid, responsive to his own physical touch.

Taehyung wondered if his new existence really was like the movies, where ghosts would hang back on earth to try to solve any unfinished business they had, but ultimately that notion seemed pretty stupid to Taehyung. Life, and by extension, afterlife wasn't some drama. And anyway, how would he be able to finish anything? The only thing he left unresolved was his feelings for Jimin, and it didn't seem as if Taehyung could be seen by humans as they drove straight through him on that dark country road.

But that didn't stop Taehyung from trying. Slowly, he made his way into the city the way he would have gone if he had driven. He walked down busy streets and through residential neighborhoods, allowing the night to fall around him. And when he made it to Jimin's apartment as the sun began to break over the horizon, Taehyung went straight through a familiar building, through a familiar front door and found himself standing in a familiar living room.

Taehyung hadn't been in a rush that night because he wasn't sure Jimin would be home. Perhaps, he thought, Jimin would have been at a hospital or a police station desperately searching for answers about his dead best friend the night before. Perhaps Jimin would have been asleep as Taehyung arrived, exhausted from the anguish of losing a best friend. But a sniffle coming from Jimin's bedroom confirmed that he was home and that he was not asleep.

"Jimin?" Taehyung called out, but his voice was wispy in the air, hanging around him in a manner that didn't seem to echo out to reach the ears of the living.

Taehyung approached Jimin's room to find him curled on his bed, crying. He was still wearing a black long-sleeve henley shirt tucked into blue jeans that Taehyung assumed he had worn the day before. Clutched in Jimin's arms was a stuffed bear that Taehyung had kept since he was a child. A stuffed bear that Jimin could only have gotten if he had visited Taehyung's family after the accident or if someone had brought it to him.

The sight of Jimin's body wrapped tightly around the stuffed bear sent a chill through Taehyung, and all he could do was stand and watch as his best friend—as the boy who he loved more than anyone in the world—cried and cried and cried.

"Jimin," Taehyung tried once more, but the sound didn't reach him.

Taehyung suspected it might be useless to attempt to touch Jimin, so he stood still. No other humans were alerted to his presence as he walked that night, so he assumed Jimin also wouldn’t be. Finally, when Jimin had cried himself to sleep, Taehyung curled up atop Jimin's bed and watched him through the morning.

Over the course of the few days following his death, Taehyung discovered that he could somewhat interact with objects in the living world, using his energy to move a curtain or a door just a bit, as if there was a strong breeze. He had considered trying to get Jimin's attention, but with how distraught his best friend was, he felt it was better off to not do anything to shake his fragile mental state.

Jimin wasn't getting out of bed much. He wasn't feeding himself more than once a day, and he didn't shower until the morning of the funeral. And although attending his own funeral felt surreal, Taehyung stayed by Jimin's side.

On the bus to the train to the bus to the hospital, Taehyung followed along, eyes on Jimin, who wore a black suit and tie with a white undershirt and had his short dark hair brushed but unstyled. Taehyung told Jimin over and over that he was there and that Jimin was not alone, that Jimin would never be alone again, but Jimin fell to his knees in front of photos surrounded by flowers and candles, appearing as if he felt more alone than ever, and he cried until his eyes were dry. Taehyung couldn't have said with any certainty who else attended his funeral because he never took his eyes off his beautiful, heartbroken friend.

"I'm here, Jiminah," Taehyung muttered softly. "I won't ever leave you."

Sometimes Jimin would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and sobbing. He would grab onto the stuffed bear that belonged to Taehyung and hold it close, begging for answers, begging to know why Taehyung was gone. Taehyung would sit beside Jimin and reach a hand out, almost touching but always pulling back at the last second, never risking knowing whether or not they could touch—never wanting to face the ache that would accompany fingers passing through fingers like a whisper in the wind.

It hurt Taehyung to see his best friend so upset. And as weeks went by where Jimin didn't seem to improve, Taehyung began to worry about his physical health. Someone needed to be helping him, but Jimin didn't reach out to anyone, and he continued to mourn heavily.

When school started a few months following the accident, Jimin decided that he needed to push forward and attempt to have a normal life. It filled Taehyung with affection and pride, knowing Jimin was getting out of bed and trying to grieve in a more healthy manner.

"You should be here with me, Tae," Jimin would say to himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair—which was becoming overgrown—and stared into his sunken eyes. "You should be starting college with me too."

"I'm here, Jiminah," Taehyung would always whisper back. "Even if you can't see me...even if you can't feel me...I'll never leave you."

It wasn't easy at first. Jimin would have outbursts in public, moments where the distractions of school and socializing would lull, and Jimin's mind would seem to allow itself to wander back to Taehyung. In these moments, Taehyung always wished he could hold Jimin and tell him it would be okay. Taehyung knew that, ultimately, Jimin would be fine and that he just needed time to heal, and with each new day he hoped that the healing would come soon.

"I'm feeling a little better today, Taehyungah," Jimin says into the mirror with a smile. It isn't a smile that reaches his eyes, but it is inching closer these days. Jimin speaks aloud to Taehyung often on the off chance he is listening, reasoning that Taehyung always spoke to his angel, so maybe now Taehyung has taken up ranks as Jimin's angel.

And, of course, Taehyung is listening; Taehyung hasn't left Jimin's side. Everywhere Jimin goes, Taehyung follows. To school, to the market, he's always there.

"It's been about six months since that day, and I'm...I'm still in shock, and I don't know how to go on without my best friend, but I'm doing my best, and I think you'd really be proud of me."

"I'm so proud of you, Jiminah," Taehyung responds with a kind smile, standing behind Jimin and watching him through the mirror.

Jimin's gaze turns down, and he fidgets with his fingers, rubbing them together anxiously. "I miss you so much," he whispers.

"I miss you too."

It's not entirely true that Taehyung stays by Jimin's side everywhere. Over the last six months, Taehyung has done his best to give Jimin privacy when he's in the bathroom, when he's changing, and more recently, when he jerks off.

The first time, it takes Taehyung by surprise, and he nearly falls out of the bed. Jimin runs his hands over his chest, stopping to dance his fingers over his nipples through his thin nightshirt. He lets out a soft exhale, and Taehyung lets out a loud gasp and stares wide-eyed at his best friend before he realizes he should very much not be watching this.

One of Jimin's hands trails down with his fingers dancing over his crotch, and Taehyung's vision falls to discover a sizable tent in his pants, pushing another gasp from him as he backs out of the bed quickly, arm catching on the bedside lamp and knocking into it. Jimin's hands halt, and he looks up, eyes landing directly where Taehyung stands. But, of course, Jimin can't see anyone there.

"Fuck," Taehyung spits under his breath. He's been so careful not to alert Jimin to his presence, worried he might get scared, and now here he is, carelessly bumping into shit.

But it doesn't deter Jimin, whose eyes move to the window that is opened a sliver and seems to write it off as wind being the culprit. Jimin's fingers continue to tease himself over his clothes, and Taehyung spins on his heels and leaves the room, running partially through the wall when he can't reach the doorway fast enough.

If Taehyung could sweat, it would have coated his neck and forehead in a thin sheen, giving a chill to his once warm form. He breathes deeply and runs his hands over his face and down his neck, and walks over to the small brown sofa, sitting with such a force he nearly sinks through it. As Jimin's gasps turned to whimpers, Taehyung curls up on the cushions and puts his hands over his ears.

The longer Taehyung continues to exist in this form, the more he's able to interact with things, honing the energy he exerts to control various objects. Before, it was enough to rest atop Jimin's bed rather than sink into it, but now he can switch off the bedside lamp and pull Jimin’s blanket over him when he stumbles into bed from a night out with his new friends and falls against his mattress in a slump. Still, he’s careful to never try and touch Jimin.

Taehyung's...body...? Or whatever his form is...is also beginning to respond. As soon as Jimin's fingers begin to explore his body, Taehyung feels a shift in his energy and a tingle in his cock. He fights the urge to touch himself from the sofa whenever he takes refuge, locking his hands tightly over his ears. He will not jerk off to his best friend jerking off, even if he’s in love with that best friend. That crosses a line...right?

Taehyung does not like Jimin's new friends. They're all older than him, they drink way too much, and one boy in particular—the one with a crooked smile and sharp feline eyes—he likes to get a little too close to Jimin, especially with alcohol in their systems.

Taehyung also does not like how Jimin has changed his appearance to hang out with these new friends. Although the tight tee shirts, even tighter skinny jeans and black leather boots flatter his figure, Taehyung thinks he just looks like he's trying too hard to fit in. His hair is short again and parted neatly over his forehead, and he's begun wearing rings and earrings. The Jimin who Taehyung knew never cared so much about fitting in or looking this good, and he certainly never wore all black, from head to toe.

It's a Thursday night—a school night—and Jimin is at some shitty nightclub with four guys, all older than him by two or three years, and he's throwing back shots. The sadness in his eye that Taehyung had gotten so used to—that he wished for months and months would fade—has all but been replaced with mirth, albeit glazed over and somewhat absent.

Jimin had fussed extra hard with his hair before meeting them here, and he immediately gravitates to the one who touches him so much while Taehyung stands with his arms crossed over his chest and glares. Sure, this Min Yoongi boy is pretty, but what does he have that's so god damn special?

Taehyung watches as the night progresses, and Yoongi's hand caresses the small of Jimin's back. He watches as Jimin leans in a little too close to talk to Yoongi over the loud music, and he watches as they sneak away from the group and out into the alley for a smoke.

Jimin doesn't smoke, but of course, he accepts the joint because Yoongi offers it to him. Handsome, charming fucking Yoongi with his combat boots and his bleach blond hair. Yoongi, with his dangling silver earrings and his black eyeliner, who leans in close—too close—as he lights the joint that sits between Jimin's perfect lips. Too close as his mouth tugs into a smirk while Jimin coughs through his first inhale of smoke.

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. He grips onto his hair and tugs at the strand as he watches Yoongi gently touch Jimin's cheek and mumble, "Inhale slowly and hold the smoke in."

If Taehyung had a stomach, bile would surely rise into his throat as Yoongi leans in, one knee dipping between Jimin's legs as he mutters, "Now blow," and connects their lips, taking the smoke from Jimin's mouth into his.

Taehyung watches in horror as Jimin giggles and he grabs onto Yoongi's red flannel shirt gently with his fingers to pull him closer, slotting their lips together for a real kiss. Jimin's first real kiss. Taehyung turns away and shakes his head, trying to focus on anything but Jimin's lips and his sounds and his body, pressed against some boy in a fucking alleyway of all places.

And, for the first time in six months, Taehyung leaves Jimin's side.

It takes five and a half months for Jimin and Yoongi to get into a relationship and ultimately break up, and in those five and a half months, Taehyung is in pure agony. He can’t help his outbursts of anger and jealousy as he leaves the room to give the two of them space. Eventually, his outbursts lead to him leaving the building, sometimes going as far as to walk his anger off by leaving the city altogether.

Jimin waits a whopping two weeks after the joint in the alleyway incident to lose his virginity, and Taehyung can’t stop thinking about how it should have been him. The first kiss, the first time making love, the first time falling in love, all of that should have been him.

And now, five and a half months after that stupid first kiss Jimin cries into his old teddy bear and wishes Yoongi would stay. Taehyung hates the bleach blond even more because Taehyung knows that if he had been all of Jimin's firsts, he wouldn't be in this position. If Taehyung had been all of Jimin's firsts, he would also be his last.

Wanting to be close to Jimin and comfort him, Taehyung sits down where he always does, on the side of the bed Jimin never sleeps, and this time, the mattress dips. Jimin's eyes flutter open, and he stares at the bed beside him, eyebrows knit as if he noticed, but then he sighs and closes his eyes again, shaking his head.

"Jimin," Taehyung tries again, for the first time in almost a year, but his voice doesn't carry, and Jimin still doesn't hear him.

There are times when Jimin still talks aloud as if he knows Taehyung is with him, telling him things. He'll stand in the mirror, coifing his hair and tell Taehyung that he got an A in his anatomy and physiology course despite how difficult it was, and that he's proud of himself for already feeling better about the breakup.

Taehyung wonders if, should he make his presence known to Jimin, it would actually be something Jimin would invite, or if he would be too afraid and stop talking to him. So Taehyung does his best to keep still and quiet, and he whispers softly to Jimin that he's proud of him and that he loves him so much.

Sometimes Taehyung wonders if he could reach out to touch Jimin, whether he actually would? He's never tried to touch another human, but what if he tries to hone the energy and touch him, the same way he puts his energy into gently inching Jimin's glass away from the edge of the table when he's not looking because Taehyung worries it'll knock it over. What if he tries to find new ways to comfort his friend?

During the summer, Jimin works at a nearby cafe. He seems to really enjoy the job and gets along nicely with his coworkers, and Taehyung finds himself standing back a little further, watching Jimin from afar as he interacts with strangers while never hovering too close.

Taehyung loves watching the way Jimin's smile reaches his eyes, genuine and sweet, as he talks to others. And although Taehyung knows it will eat at him, he hopes that Jimin really does find someone nice and sweet to love. Someone who always makes Jimin smile like that—the way Taehyung would make him smile if he could.

As customers filter through day after day, some becoming regulars who chat with Jimin a little more and get to know him a little better, Taehyung watches soft blush paint Jimin's pretty round cheeks, and he wonders if any of those people might become regular facets in Jimin's life.

But none of them ever do, and for the time being, Taehyung decides he doesn't mind keeping Jimin all to himself for a little while longer.

On the first anniversary of Taehyung's death, Taehyung's family throws a gathering for friends and family to come say some words and have a meal together. Taehyung—admittedly—hasn't visited his family much since his death. And although he'll accompany Jimin to their house if he decides to go, he feels weird about it.

Over the course of the year, Jimin has really bounced back from his grief and has seemed less and less affected by Taehyung's death. But today, he can hardly get out of bed. When Jimin finally does roll off of his mattress, he sits in the shower and cries.

Taehyung enters the bathroom slowly, finding Jimin curled in a ball with his forehead against his knees. He squats beside the edge of the tub and bites his lip, wanting to console his best friend. Taehyung hates seeing him like this, even if there is a small part of him that feels grateful to not be forgotten.

For the first time in a year, Taehyung reaches out to touch Jimin. And for the first time in a year, he makes direct contact with him.

Taehyung's fingertips brush over Jimin's shoulder, and Jimin jumps, gasping as his eyes fly open and he stares straight through Taehyung. There's even a moment—a split, fleeting moment—where Taehyung thinks Jimin might actually see him. But Jimin looks around the room, searching high and low for any source of the caress while Taehyung sits, hand retracted but still suspended as he watches Jimin with wide eyes.

When Jimin starts his second semester of college, Taehyung begins to hang back and stay at Jimin's apartment some days. He's not a huge fan of the courses Jimin studies, and he would rather stay in his bed, surrounded by his sweet floral and citrus scent, with a lingering hint of musk.

There's a part of Taehyung that worries that Jimin will meet someone in college to bring home, and Taehyung will have a repeat of dealing with his relationship he had with Yoongi, with months and months of them fucking and giggling while Taehyung has to leave and fight to get that image out of his mind.

But it's not as if Taehyung can stop Jimin from doing whatever he wants to, so he hangs back and gives Jimin his space. Despite everything, Jimin is the one person in the world who Taehyung loves more than anything, and he wants him to be happy.

Some nights when Jimin sleeps, Taehyung reaches out and moves the hair away from Jimin's forehead. Sometimes Taehyung traces the edges of his fingers down the soft slope of Jimin's cheek, reveling in how soft and warm Jimin is.

"I love you, Jiminah," Taehyung mutters softly. "I'll always love you so much. Please never forget me."

Taehyung stops giving Jimin privacy every time he showers. He can't help but gaze longingly at the silhouette of Jimin's taut body through the faintly transparent shower curtains.

Jimin cares for his appearance more than ever, taking dance classes and watching what he eats, and Taehyung can't help but stare at the round slope of his ass that curves deliciously into lean yet muscular thighs. The visual has Taehyung's cock desperate for attention.

Taehyung can't exactly cum; as a ghost, he has no need for body fluids. He couldn't explain why his cock gets hard, nor why, if he strokes it just as he would as a human, he feels sensation and satisfaction, ultimately reaching a crescendo that feels as close to an orgasm as he can remember. As far as he can tell, it feels the same as before; he just doesn't ejaculate.

It's in the doorway of Jimin's bathroom, one hand gripping onto the wooden frame as Taehyung fists his cock, stroking fast and squeezing tight as he reaches his high and his legs tremble beneath him.

Before him, the silhouette of Jimin shows one foot lifted on the edge of the tub, and he's fingering his ass while jerking off. With his head tipped back, the column of Jimin's neck can be made out, and as he gasps and whines, bringing himself close to orgasm, Taehyung can't hold his in any longer.

How Taehyung would love to be the one to make Jimin cum. Slowly unravel him with his fingers while sucking Jimin's cock into his throat. He bets Jimin's cum is just as sweet as the sounds that fall from his lips.

Taehyung hasn't had an outburst in nearly a year. Ever since Yoongi broke it off with Jimin, he hasn't had a reason to storm through the walls and walk off his jealous anger. Taehyung prides himself on being a good friend and staying close. He tells himself it's what Jimin would want.

And with his newfound love of watching Jimin while he showers and enjoying their little mutual masturbating sessions, Taehyung feels even closer to his best friend than ever before.

Just as Taehyung has settled comfortably in the routine of Jimin going to school and coming right back home to study and be alone over several months, Jimin decides to switch things up, throwing Taehyung's entire strange existence off balance.

Since the breakup, he hasn't been spending time with anyone in that old friend group, to Taehyung's great relief, and although he sees Jimin acting friendly with others at school on the days when he does follow him to class, he's noticed—with great contentment—that Jimin doesn't seem eager to make too many friends.

Jimin, ever the perfectionist, has always been one to pour himself into his studies. Perhaps that's why he and Taehyung always remained such a tight unit with little outside interference; they never really had room for another person.

But tonight, Jimin doesn't come home. And Taehyung begins to worry.

It's not as if Taehyung can go off looking for him. If Jimin isn't on campus, he could be infinite other places, as far as Taehyung is concerned. Even if Jimin is on campus, it's not as if he'd be so easily located.

Taehyung paces the apartment and tries to calm himself down. He tells himself that Jimin is safe, that Jimin is unharmed, that Jimin will return, and he takes his place on the couch to wait. He just has to wait a little while longer, he tells himself, and Jimin will return.

And eventually, Jimin does return. Several hours after he usually comes home, Jimin walks through his door smiling into his phone, so distracted by whatever is on the screen that he takes longer than usual to toe out of his shoes at the entrance. So distracted that he pads over to the couch without looking up and lets his shins hitting the edge of it be his cue to twist and flop his body down.

Taehyung sits beside Jimin in disbelief and looks over his shoulder to find out what he's smiling so much at, and he can't help but feel a tinge of discomfort where his guts would be as someone named Jeongguk confirms he's open to hanging out at 8PM tomorrow night.

Taehyung hasn't had an outburst in nearly a year and a half, and tonight, he's reluctant to follow Jimin to his date. He doesn't want this Jeongguk character flaunted in his face, especially if this guy is anything like the last one. Taehyung questions the nature of this hangout in hopes of justifying Jimin's actions and wonders if maybe it's not a date at all, but Jimin is going out to meet a whole group of friends.

As he follows Jimin down the street, hanging back by about half of a block, he watches as he enters a bar. Taehyung hovers against a street light, clinging to it like a buoy at sea, trying to decide whether it would hurt more to find out or to turn back and wonder.

When the anxiety of curiosity becomes too much, Taehyung pushes himself through the pole he had clung to and makes his way to the bar. Slowly, nervously, he shuffles along the sidewalk while people walk straight through him as if he isn't there at all.

Of course, Taehyung doesn't need oxygen, but he inhales deeply, holds it, and turns to the window. It's hard to see much, but Jimin's perfectly coifed dark hair that curls lightly at the ends can be seen from where he stands, and among him is a table of what appear to be others his age. Taehyung walks straight through the window and makes his way to where Jimin is sitting, and there, amongst four men who Taehyung has never seen before, Jimin laughs and smiles and makes small talk.

And although he's happy for Jimin, Taehyung can't help but feel jealous that his best friend is so good at getting close to others. Especially the boy with wavy dark hair hanging over one eye, looking at Jimin as if he's just hung the moon in the sky.

Taehyung decides he doesn't want to stay and watch Jimin for the night. And on his way out, he uses one finger to knock over the beer belonging to the boy who looks at Jimin so fondly, causing it to smash loudly against the wooden floor.

Jimin starts going to nightclubs again. At least this group of friends has the decency to wait to go out on the weekend, but Taehyung can't help but worry about Jimin getting drunk in the tight, pretty outfits he wears. He can't help but wonder if his friends would be the type to keep Jimin safe. He worries one of those friends may even prey on Jimin's beauty in an inebriated state.

Tonight Jimin wears a bright pink crop top, a gold chain around his waist, and tight black jeans. Jimin holds dangling gold earrings up to his ears to decide on a pair to wear as Taehyung leans against the dresser with his arms crossed over his chest. He chews on the inside of his mouth while Jimin chooses a pair with pretty gold stars and smiles at himself in the mirror.

Taehyung has never seen Jimin in a crop top. The sight is more than pleasant—firm abdominals with a hint of definition peeking between his clothing, highlighted by shimmery jewelry. Under other circumstances, Taehyung would love to see Jimin dressed this way, but not like this when Jimin plans to flaunt himself before others. Not while Taehyung is dead.

Jimin applies a dusting of pink eyeshadow to his lids and accentuates his eyelashes with some mascara, and Taehyung gawks at his friend. He can't believe how different Jimin has become since before the accident. He wonders if this Jimin even remembers him at all.

Jimin's second semester comes to an end, and rather than work at the cafe again, he begins instructing children at a local dance studio. Jimin seems to really love his job, and Taehyung enjoys tagging along and watching Jimin interact with the students. There's a glimmer in Jimin's eye that brightens the whole room. Taehyung wishes he could bottle it.

He loves watching Jimin dance. Loves watching as his lithe, toned body stretches and twists gracefully, deliberately. Taut muscle, traces of supple skin and feline-like moves—Taehyung is certain that there is nobody in this world more captivating.

Taehyung also loves that, while moving his body to music and feeling it flow through him, Jimin truly seems happy. There's a lightness to him that's not always present otherwise.

On the second anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin gets up and goes to work as usual. He has less of a pep in his step, but he doesn't cry the moment he wakes up like he did a year ago.

Taehyung is happy that Jimin seems to be grieving in healthier ways, but there's a part of him that can't help but feel bitter. It's not that he wants his best friend to be in shambles, but would it hurt him to seem a little more remorseful?

Maybe he has to keep a brave face in front of his students, Taehyung reasons. Maybe inside, Jimin is fighting a battle that he doesn't want anyone to see.

But as Jimin dances—precise movements with his lips curved into a sweet, tender expression—Taehyung can't help but think his best friend really has moved on entirely. Jimin smiles at the students, and the students smile back, and suddenly, the brightness feels blinding. Taehyung doesn't stick around for the end of the class.

On the night of the second anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin comes barging through the apartment door, clearly drunk, with a box in his hands. Behind him, Jeongguk comes stumbling in, and Taehyung huffs and rolls his eyes as he leans against the door frame of Jimin's bedroom.

This guy again, Taehyung thinks. Just great.

Jimin sets the box—an unassuming tan rectangle the size and shape of something you'd keep a board game in—on the table in front of his couch and motions for Jeongguk to have a seat while he pads over to the kitchen. Taehyung can't help but keep his eyes on his best friend—graceful despite the slight wobble in his step, with his loose black tee tucked into tight blue jeans. He can't help but wonder how Jimin went from teaching his students to bringing home the doe-eyed boy, drunk, in just a matter of hours.

"Want something to drink?" Jimin asks, looking over his shoulder from his open refrigerator. His voice startles Taehyung, who glances between the two of them. "I have water, soju..." Jimin giggles, a sweet, delicate sound that makes Taehyung ache, and he continues, "...that's about it."

"Uh, s-sure," Jeongguk responds in a voice that's much meeker than Taehyung expected.

"I gave you two choices, Ggukie," Jimin smirks as he raises an eyebrow.

Jeongguk blushes—fucking blushes—and he says, "I m-meant both are fine," and Taehyung thanks the universe he can't vomit because this—the nickname, the shy stuttering, the tension hanging in the air—all of this is absolutely fucking disgusting.

With another devastating giggle, Jimin fills a glass of water, grabs a bottle of soju and two small cups, and brings everything to the couch. Jeongguk scoots close to one side, giving Jimin space beside him, and Jimin sets the items on the table and plops himself down. Taehyung moves across the living room and stands leaning against the front door, curious suddenly about the dynamic between these two.

While Jimin sits with straight, confident posture, Jeongguk—the taller, broader, more muscular of the two—slouches a bit and appears uncertain. Jimin cracks open the bottle of soju and pours two cups, then hands one to his guest, who smiles shyly when their fingers happen to brush, and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

The two of them drink quietly, and Jimin pulls his knees onto the couch so his body can twist and face Jeongguk. Taehyung considers releasing his energy and floating backward through the apartment door to get the fuck out of there when Jeongguk speaks up.

"Wanna tell me what's on your mind now?" Jeongguk asks, and all the mirth drains from Jimin's eyes.

Jimin clears his throat and glances around the room, eyes landing on the rectangular box on his table. "Today is the two-year anniversary of..." Jimin begins, but his lips falter. He reaches for the glass of water, leans forward as he takes a sip, then he sets the glass down and relaxes, turning back to Jeongguk.

"My best friend died," Jimin mutters. "T-two years ago."

Jeongguk's mouth falls open, his eyes well with tears, and there's a twitch in his hand as if he wants to reach out to comfort Jimin, but he keeps it to himself. "Oh, Jiminie, I'm—"

"It's fine," Jimin says as he shakes his head. "I mean...it's not, but...it is. I still miss him every day, and sometimes I feel like a large part of my heart is just...gone. But sometimes, it also feels like he's still here. I don't know, can't explain it."

Jimin's hands shake over his knees, and this time Jeongguk does reach out, lifting his hands and hovering them over Jimin's, but keeping distance as if searching for a sign. Jimin nods softly, and Jeongguk drops his hands, engulfing Jimin's completely.

"What was he like?" Jeongguk asks, holding a concerned gaze on Jimin's face.

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. Jimin seems to be looking down at their hands, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "He was...amazing," Jimin mutters with an audible shake in his voice, and Taehyung lets in a soft gasp, suddenly feeling remorseful for being silent for the last two years—suddenly feeling guilty for thinking Jimin had forgotten about him.

"He was the only person who ever really saw me," Jimin continues. "I always envisioned him by my side, forever. We knew each other for so long that I could never picture a life without him. He was my rock...my safe place...my best friend in the whole world. And then, one day, he was just...gone."

Jimin's voice breaks on the last word, and he lifts a hand to wipe tears from his cheeks. Jeongguk shifts forward as if to comfort Jimin even more, but Jimin shakes his head and the soft smile returns. Slowly, Taehyung moves from the door, feeling a flurry of emotion for Jimin, and he sits with his legs crossed in front of the table, across from them.

"I'm okay," Jimin mutters. "It was easily the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and some days it feels hard to get out of bed, but I do my best. I know he would want me to do my best."

"Always," Taehyung responds quietly, wishing he could reach over the table and touch Jimin. "I always want you to do your best."

Silence falls between them, and for the first time, Taehyung really takes in Jeongguk. Wavy dark brown hair falls just past his cheekbones, tucked behind an ear on one side. He has rounded features that make him appear soft and gentle, with a sharp cupid's peak and nicely squared jaw. And although he wears a baggy tee shirt over black joggers, and his frame swims in his clothing, Taehyung can tell by his forearms and by the way the fabric hangs over Jeongguk's shoulders that he must work out.

There's a kindness in Jeongguk's gaze that makes Taehyung wonder if perhaps he was too quick to judge the guy's intentions, and he eases up a bit, relaxing where he sits. But the Jeongguk speaks again, and everything in the room shifts.

"Do you think he would have liked me?"

Jimin's eyes find Jeongguk's, and his lips curl into a smirk. He reaches up and gently pushes the other side of Jeongguk's hair behind his ear.

"Of course, he would, Ggukie. Who wouldn't like you?"

There's a tone in Jimin's voice, playful and deep—a tone that speaks volumes where his words say so little. The sound of it makes Taehyung tense up once more, and he balls his fists in his lap.

Taehyung does not like Jeongguk.

Once again, Jeongguk blushes, but the shyness is outshined by something else—something more akin to hunger. He licks his bottom lip and smiles back at Jimin, but then his gaze moves to the box on the table, and his energy seems to shift back to something more neutral.

"Is that why you wanted the ouija board?" Jeongguk asks.

Taehyung's mouth falls open, and he stares at the plain, unassuming package before him, unsure how to feel. While he's flattered that Jimin has decided to make some, albeit childish, attempt to contact him, he can't help but feel scorn that it's taken so long. He also can't help but feel bitter that Jeongguk got invited.

Jimin plays with his bottom lip between his teeth and flashes a playful puppy dog smile that Taehyung hasn't seen in years. "Will you try it with me?"

Instinctively, Taehyung scoots away from the table. He doesn't want to play ouija with Jimin and his fucking friend. He doesn't want anything to do with this flirtatious little exchange of theirs.

Jeongguk leans forward and fills his and Jimin's cups of soju, then sets the empty bottle down and hands Jimin his cup. Jimin smiles sweetly as he accepts, and they tap the cups together before shooting the liquid down. When Jeongguk turns his head to take his shot, he looks directly at Taehyung, and Taehyung can't help but feel frozen in his seat. There's a warmth in Jeongguk's eye that wasn't there moments ago, and Taehyung doesn't fucking like it.

Jimin sets his empty cup on the table and gets up to walk into the kitchen, and Jeongguk leans forward, sets his cup down, and reaches for the box. As Jeongguk lifts the lid, Jimin opens his fridge, and while Jeongguk takes out the ouija board and sets everything up in swift, delicate movements, Jimin returns with another bottle of soju.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin asks as he cracks open the bottle. He turns his head to face Jeongguk, who tugs his lower lip between his teeth.

“No,” Jeongguk responds with a lilt of playfulness in his tone. “This is my first time. You?”

Jimin seems to study Jeongguk for a brief moment, then turns back to the task of filling their small cups. He hums and says, “Guess we’ll discover how it works together.”

The groan that leaves Taehyung’s chest is one of deep annoyance, and he sits back with his palms against the wooden floor, readying himself to disappear through it at a moment’s notice. Jimin pushes a soju cup over the Jeongguk, and they both sit up straight with their butts at the edge of the couch.

The board looks like a standard dime store ouija board, with a fake wood design in the background and black ink print. The word Yes is in the top left corner and No is in the top right, the alphabet takes up most of the board, with Goodbye on the bottom. Only, this is a bootleg version that Jimin bought from a novelty shop that has everything printed in Korean.

“I think we’re supposed to put this,” Jimin begins, lifting the cream-colored planchette and setting it in the top center of the board, “here, and then we lightly place our fingers on this, and the spirit moves it around with us.”

Jimin places two fingers on the edge of the planchette, near the bulbous top end, and Jeongguk scoots in close and places two fingers near the center of it. They both stare at their hands as if deciding what to do next.

“How do we know the other person isn’t moving it, though?” Jeongguk asks.

Jimin turns to look at Jeongguk and, judging by his expression, seems surprised to find them sitting so close to one another. Taehyung watches as Jimin’s eyes scan Jeongguk’s face at the new distance before he blushes and looks away.

“Are you accusing me of being a cheater, Jeon Jeongguk?” Jimin asks playfully.

Jeongguk hums and smirks. “I don’t know, Park Jimin; are you?”

Jimin turns back to face Jeongguk, and the look on his face practically makes Taehyung spiral. Although this is a look he has grown accustomed to seeing on Jimin’s face, it’s one he only witnesses in times of passion, moments before Jimin jerks off, when he is teasing his skin and warming himself up.

If they fucking kiss on Taehyung’s deathiversary while in the throes of attempting to contact him using a cheaply made board game, Taehyung will surely evaporate into thin air.

But they don’t kiss. Jimin blinks out of the stare and scoffs, then rolls his eyes. With a tsk, he says, “I’m wounded, Ggukie. I thought you knew me better than that.”

Taehyung watches Jeongguk’s lips flounder around like a fucking fish before he closes them tight and doesn’t respond, and Taehyung sighs with relief. Whatever the fuck those pretty lips would have said next would have surely been infuriating.

“So, I guess we just…talk?” Jimin says, looking between their hands on the planchette and Jeongguk’s face.

Jeongguk shrugs. “Maybe let’s move this thing around a bit? To like…I don’t know, warm the board up?”

Jimin chuckles and nods his head, and they begin to move the planchette around the board in circles and waves, in a euphony of plastic scraping against lacquered cardboard. There’s a look of delight and curiosity in Jimin’s eye, and Taehyung can’t help but stare. He almost wants to interact with them to make Jimin happy. Almost.

“Okay,” Jimin says. He closes his eyes and clears his throat. “Dear ouija board, my name is Park Jimin and I am trying to find my best friend Kim Taehyung.” Beside him, Jeongguk’s face breaks out into an affectionate smile.

Taehyung sits still, unmoved. After two years of wanting nothing more than to be present in Jimin’s life, all of this feels so strange and insincere. He almost thinks hiring some shitty psychic in a back alley shop would have been less insulting.

When Taehyung doesn’t respond, Jimin sighs and opens his eyes. He looks out into the living room, toward the far window at Taehyung’s left, allowing himself to get lost in thought before he finally speaks.

“Taehyung,” Jimin mutters softly. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but…I’m sorry I haven’t tried to do this sooner, I just…I guess I don’t even know if things like this work. And I got scared. I thought about opening myself up to something like this and getting no response and the idea of it broke my heart. But I think it’s better to at least try, so here I am…trying. Anyway, If you’re out there, I hope you let me know, sometime.”

If Taehyung had a heart, Jimin’s little speech would have surely tugged at it. He sits on the floor staring at his best friend, watching as all of the playfulness slowly sinks away and is replaced by an earnest sadness. He wants to reach out and touch Jimin—wants to move the planchette to tell Jimin he’s there, that he’s always been there—but he doesn’t move.

“I had a dream the other night that you were lying beside me in bed,” Jimin continues. “We weren’t doing anything remarkable, you were just there. You still had the same shaggy long hair that you had when I last saw you, and you brushed your thumb over my cheek the same way you would whenever I was being a crybaby. Even though I wasn’t crying. Maybe you could sense my sadness.” Jimin smiles to himself and looks down at his fingers.

“For the rest of the day I felt this lightness, like I was sure you were there. It carried me through the day and made me feel stronger. Just knowing you might still be here makes me feel like I can conquer anything.”

One single teardrop falls from Jimin’s eye, and Taehyung sits forward, shifting his legs around until he’s on his knees. He looks at Jimin, studies him from below, and then reaches out with one hand, thumb gravitating to the apple of Jimin’s cheek before he stops himself.

Jeongguk’s weight shifts and Taehyung sees his hand snake around Jimin’s waist, gently pulling him into a half hug. Jimin sniffles and smiles, wiping his tears with his free hand.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” Jimin mutters.

“It’s okay,” Jeongguk responds softly, tightening his grip on Jimin’s side. “At least we tried.”

Jimin nods his head shallowly and removes his fingers from the planchette. As his hand grabs onto his small cup of soju, the hand between his and Jeongguk’s bodies moves to rest on Jeongguk’s knee. Jeongguk’s gaze falls first to Jimin’s hand, then, with a smile, he grabs his cup. Tears continue to fall slowly over Jimin’s cheeks despite his smile, and Jeongguk moves his arm from around Jimin’s waist to reach up and wipe away Jimin’s tears with the pad of his thumb.

All at once, Taehyung stands, towering over them. His mind races with ways to separate them and get Jeongguk the fuck out of this apartment, but he settles on using a single finger to push the cup of soju out of Jeongguk’s weak grasp, dropping it to the table.

The boys startle, and Jeongguk jumps a few inches away from Jimin, then looks around the apartment with wide eyes. Jeongguk looks nervous while Jimin looks amused.

“This wasn’t free, you brat!” Jimin squawks while pointing to the ouija board, but Jeongguk shakes his head.

“I didn’t do that, I swear!”

An amused smile tugs at Jimin’s lips. “Uh-huh, sure!”

“I swear!” Jeongguk responds, looking as if he had actually seen the ghost that made him drop his cup.

“Fine, I’ll humor you,” Jimin says with a chuckle. "Taehyung, darling, was that you?

Taehyung isn't sure why he's so infuriated with Jimin's new, playful tone. Maybe it's the addition of Jeongguk there. Maybe it's the fact that suddenly, all of this seems like nothing more than a fucking joke or some weird rouse to get Jeongguk alone in Jimin's flat.

Nobody's fingers remain on the planchette, and Taehyung reaches down and pushes it over the word No. Both Jeongguk and Jimin gasp and jump back against the couch, and Taehyung swipes the whole board away, sending it crashing to the floor with a wet streak of soju following in its wake. Taehyung leans forward with his palms on the table, eye level with Jimin as he watches them.

Jeongguk looks terrified, and he scoots away from Jimin to the side of the couch where he had been sitting before, almost cowering away. Jimin, on the other hand, has his eyes fixed on the table before him, staring at the mess of soju left behind. In his fingers, his cup still dangles, and Jimin pulls himself out of his reverie enough to shoot the soju back.

"I, uh...I think I should go," Jeongguk says. Jimin doesn't argue.

The shift in the energy is palpable, and it makes Taehyung uneasy, but he doesn't move. He watches as the wheels seem to turn in Jimin's mind and notices anger in his gaze. Taehyung wonders if Jimin knows it was him who made that mess, after all.

Without another word, Jeongguk gets up, moves across the room and slides his feet back into his sneakers. He doesn't look back as he leaves the apartment, and Jimin doesn't lift his eyes to watch him leave.

Taehyung reaches out and, with the pad of his thumb, rubs over the swell of Jimin's cheek, making himself known to him for the first time since his death. He isn't sure what he expects would happen, but he imagines something along the lines of Jimin gasping and realizing his best friend is really there, crying tears of joy that they're finally reunited.

What Taehyung doesn't expect is for Jimin's eyes to snap right to Taehyung's as if he can see him before saying, "Don't fucking touch me. Whoever you are, you're not welcome in this apartment."

Taehyung hoped the ouija board incident would be the last he would see of Jeongguk, but instead, Jimin just goes to spend time with him outside of his apartment. It started with small coffee dates between classes and grabbing a beer at night with their group of friends and progressed to them doing those things but as just the two of them.

Tonight, Jimin stands before his mirror, putting on makeup and gazing at his figure, while Taehyung leans against the dresser as always, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Jimin had gone out earlier to get his hair lightened and colored cotton candy pink, unlocking a level of devastating beauty that Taehyung didn't know was possible. From Jimin's ears dangle silver hoops, and he applies a light dusting of pink eyeshadow around his eyes and a matching pink, shimmery gloss to his plush, perfect lips.

The outfit Jimin wears is surprisingly understated. A plain white tee is half-tucked into tight blue jeans with holes at the knees. His many silver rings and bracelets draw attention to his dainty hands and wrists, and Taehyung imagines he'll pair his favorite slim black boots with the black leather belt around his waist. Tangerine and lilac hang in the air as Jimin twirls around a cloud of perfume and smiles at his own reflection.

There's a swish to Jimin's hips as he leaves his apartment in the very boots Taehyung knew he would slip his feet into, and Taehyung can't help but satiate his curiosity as he follows close behind, eager to know just where the hell Jimin is going on a Saturday night, all done up and smelling like a cheap whore.

Taehyung is surprised to discover Jimin's destination is some house party full of drunk college students listening to overproduced pop music and drinking out of red plastic cups. It doesn't take an idiot to see that this whole scene is below Jimin, and he scoffs as he takes in the chaos of the party, wondering what kind of person would be responsible for bringing a beauty like Jimin here, of all places.

Of course, it's Jeon fucking Jeongguk who greets Jimin in the kitchen with a tight hug. He hands Jimin a cup of something and roves his eyes over Jimin's body before reaching up to gently touch his pink hair. Jimin bites his lower lip, clearly pleased with the attention.

"Wow, Jiminah," Jeongguk mutters, "you look...so pretty."

A blush plays over Jimin's cheeks that matches the tones in his hair, and he checks Jeongguk out in return, smirking as he takes in Jeongguk's muscular frame in a black tee shirt that actually fits him for once and skinny dark blue jeans that accentuate his long legs and slim waist.

"Likewise, Ggukie," Jimin responds as he lifts his drink to his lips, holding tense eye contact with Jeongguk.

Taehyung considers knocking yet another drink from Jeongguk's hand just to break the tension and maybe put a little more fear into the guy, but they're interrupted by some friends and, for the time being, go back to acting shy and platonic with one another.

Taehyung's next outburst comes not with a bang but with the whisper of sweet words and the light blush on Jimin's cheeks when his lips brush against Jeongguk's neck, just below his ear.

The party has since died down, and Jeongguk is leaning against the kitchen counter, which is covered haphazardly in bottles of alcohol and mixers and abandoned plastic cups. Jimin suggests they get out of there, go somewhere just the two of them, and as his lips meet Jeongguk’s skin, Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he lifts his hands to gently take Jimin by the waist.

“Want to come back to mine?” Jeongguk suggests, tilting his face to look down at Jimin.

Jimin stands on his toes and slowly, delicately rubs the tips of their noses together. With a nod, he says, “Let’s go.”

Taehyung doesn’t stick around to see the rest. He doesn’t follow them to Jeongguk’s place, and he doesn’t return to Jimin’s apartment. Instead, he walks through the front door, out into the cool autumn night, in no particular direction.

When Taehyung’s anger reaches its breaking point, he steps into the road and materializes into something an oncoming driver must be able to see, causing them to veer quickly and crash into a pole.

Taehyung doesn’t keep track of how long he wanders before he returns to Jimin’s apartment. Days, perhaps? Maybe a week. He roams the city, taking pleasure in fucking with unsuspecting strangers and searching for other ghosts to spend his time with.

Although some of the paths he crosses prove interesting, he misses Jimin. Nobody else feels like home quite like his best friend.

It’s late when Taehyung materializes through Jimin’s front door, sometime after bar time but well before dawn. Jimin lays spread out across his bed wearing a white tee shirt and tight black briefs. Smudges of black mascara are visible beneath Jimin’s eyes, and his breath smells like stale liquor.

Taehyung sits on the bed beside Jimin with enough force to make the mattress dip, and when Jimin grumbles and shifts slightly in the direction of the movement, Taehyung tenses. With the pad of his thumb, Taehyung gently brushes over the curve of Jimin’s cheek. A soft smile tugs at the edges of Jimin’s lips, and Taehyung leans down and softly presses a kiss to that smile, breathing in Jimin’s scent—floral, fruity and musky with a hint of vodka.

Jimin groans and smiles wider. The light kiss seems to have brought him back to consciousness, and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Then, as Jimin looks around the room, he realizes that—as far as he can tell—he’s all alone.

Taehyung can’t quite pinpoint the look in Jimin’s eyes, but there’s sadness swirling in the depths along with confusion. Jimin swallows hard and adjusts on his bed, pulling his blanket out from beneath him and covering himself with it, all the way to his mouth.

Jimin injures himself one winter morning on the way to school. It's not too serious, just a light sprain to one of his ankles, but his doctor prescribes him a rather strong pain medication.

Taehyung enjoys the few cozy days that he gets to spend with a weak, drowsy Jimin, but as soon as he feels more mobile, he begins to spend less and less time at home again, and Taehyung goes back to feeling bitter about the absence of his friend.

Taehyung begins spending more time away from Jimin’s apartment than he spends in it. No longer does he sit and wait for Jimin to come home. No longer does he watch as his pretty best friend gets ready to go to shitty house parties and loud nightclubs with his pretty little boy toy.

Instead, Taehyung continues to stroll aimlessly through the city, pulling pranks on humans and finding other spirits to distract him. The longer Taehyung spends away from Jimin, the more bitter he becomes. At times he’s certain he hates Jimin, and he curses the universe for ruining their perfect friendship and everything they worked for over the years.

Flashes of Yoongi and Jeongguk touching and kissing Jimin creep through his mind, and Taehyung feels furious over the fact that it should have been him. He should be the one touching and kissing and fucking Jimin, not those idiots. He is the one who stuck by Jimin’s side for all of those years. He is the one who deserves to be with Jimin.

When Taehyung does return to Jimin’s apartment, it’s to watch him sleep and to move things around, to give him a little scare. It starts small, switching the shampoo, conditioner and body wash bottles to different spots. But then he starts to pull bigger, more obvious pranks like moving Jimin’s dishes into his dry storage cabinet and placing his bedside lamp on the other side of the room.

Taehyung gets a rise out of watching Jimin wake up and gasp at the sight of his things moved around. It shouldn't amuse him so much to watch his best friend approach his own kitchen with a fearful look in his eye, but it does. As Jimin's hands shake and he looks around his apartment for any signs of someone breaking in, Taehyung shouldn't feel so amused, but he can't help it.

And anyway, Jimin looks so pretty when he pouts.

This time, Taehyung doesn't have an outburst and leave. This time, when Jeongguk slithers over Jimin's half-naked body, slurring drunk compliments at the pretty boy below him, Taehyung has an outburst and makes him leave.

Taehyung storms through the wall and swats a glass of water that sits on the bedside table, sending it flying across the room and smashing into the far wall. Both Jimin and Jeongguk squeal like scared little pigs, and Jeongguk sits up on his knees before scurrying backward away from the table where the glass was until he's tripping over himself to get out of the bed.

Jimin pleads with Jeongguk not to go, but he's clearly too drunk and too sleepy to chase after him. As Jeongguk runs out of Jimin's bedroom and leaves with his boots in his hands, Jimin pulls his covers over his head and curls into the fetal position, letting his drunkenness and anxiety pull him quickly to sleep.

Taehyung waits for Jimin to roll onto his back and start snoring lightly—something he does when he’s drunk and sleeping nice and heavy—and then he approaches the bed. Gently, Taehyung rubs his thumb over Jimin’s cheek, and when he doesn’t get a response, he grabs onto Jimin’s blanket and tugs it down.

The tee Jimin wears is bunched up around his waist, and Taehyung reaches out to push the fabric further and expose his nipples. Gently, Taehyung brushes his thumb over the dusky skin, watching with delight as it reacts and stiffens.

A soft huff of air leaves Jimin’s lips, and Taehyung leans further and flicks his dry tongue out to tease the nipple. Jimin’s soft, pebbled skin sparks something in Taehyung, and he laps at it once more, drawing a deeper moan from Jimin’s lips.

Jimin’s hand motions to push his shirt down, and Taehyung catches it, holding it still as he continues to tease his best friend. Although the touch seems to be causing Jimin to stir, it’s not waking him up, and Taehyung sits up and directs his attention lower.

Beneath Jimin’s tight shorts is a soft bulge that Taehyung very delicately traces his fingers over. Jimin’s thighs twitch, and Taehyung nibbles on his bottom lip as his fingers dance across the ridge of Jimin’s cock head and down his shaft, to his balls.

With a groan, Jimin reaches down and squeezes his own cock. A glance at his face shows Jimin to still be at least partially asleep, and Taehyung places his hand over Jimin’s and uses it to rub himself until he’s hard.

If Taehyung had saliva, his mouth would surely be watering. Jimin’s hand falls away as a deeper state of sleep claims him once more, and Taehyung replaces it with his own hand, using the tips of his fingers to trace the curves of Jimin's now fully erect cock.

“Fuck,” Taehyung mutters as his gentle touches turn firm. He envelopes Jimin’s shaft in his hand and slowly strokes up his length and down again, watching Jimin’s face for any trace of waking.

Jimin’s mouth opens slightly, and he mutters barely audible gibberish. Taehyung’s finger rubs over a wet spot in Jimin’s briefs and presses against it, feeling more precum soak through the thin fabric. Although Taehyung has no sense of taste, he feels the need to lick it.

Gently, Taehyung removes his hand from Jimin's erection and grabs onto the hem of his briefs. He tugs on the fabric slowly, watching for any signs of alertness. Then, as the tip of Jimin’s cock comes into view, he swipes his dry tongue over his lips.

Taehyung leans down and gently rubs his lips over the soft skin below the head of Jimin’s cock, then sticks his tongue out to taste him. He laps up to the tip and collects the dribble precum, imagining what it might taste like, and he can’t help the pleased groan that escapes him.

Jimin’s hips twitch, and he makes a sound as his hand returns to his cock. Taehyung moves his face just in time and watches in wonderment as Jimin grabs himself and strokes up his shaft as he stirs in his sleep once more.

“Need to make sure you get drunker next time,” Taehyung mutters as he sits up and grabs onto his own erection.

As Taehyung’s eyes rove over Jimin’s body, up to his lips, and back down to the leaking cock in his fist, he jerks himself off. “This will do for now.”

Taehyung doesn’t see a trace of Jeongguk for a while. He thinks that perhaps he’s finally scared the boy away from Jimin’s apartment for good. In fact, he's surprised he hasn't scared Jimin away. As far as he can tell, Jimin hasn't considered moving out. Perhaps he's come to peace with the idea that some bitter ghost who hates his male friend lives amongst him.

It helps that Taehyung has stopped haunting him. It's been too long since they've shared a masturbation session, and Taehyung longs to see Jimin at his most relaxed and vulnerable.

As the semester comes to a head and Jimin buries himself in studying for exams and working part-time at the dance studio, Taehyung begins to come around to the apartment more often again.

It’s not quite like it was before, but Taehyung enjoys sitting in his best friend’s company. But where there once was longing and admiration when Taehyung would watch Jimin go through the daily motions of his life, now Taehyung just feels lust. Lust and impatience.

Taehyung waits for the moment when Jimin sighs and sets his books aside, roving his hands over his body in search of some stress relief. Luckily, with Jimin becoming increasingly swamped with schoolwork, he spends enough time at home that he has to release his pent up energy on his own, and his sessions become more creative than simply jerking off.

Taehyung can’t help but gasp at the sight of Jimin working a lubed-up glass dildo into his ass, and that day he reaches his dry but intense orgasm in record time.

Jimin stumbles into his apartment shitfaced. To celebrate the end of the semester, he went out to the nightclub, probably with Jeongguk. Taehyung almost didn’t stay at the apartment, assuming that Jimin would want to go back to the doe-eyed boy’s place to get railed after so many weeks of fucking himself with toys, so he’s surprised when Jimin makes an abrupt, clumsy entrance.

Taehyung can't help but wonder how Jimin managed to get home in his current state, but he thanks his lucky stars that he made it in one piece and that he came in alone. He just needs to get Jimin naked, ideally before he passes out.

Jimin stumbles into the kitchen and grabs a clean glass from the drying rack beside the sink. In his drunken stupor, Jimin knocks his knee into the cabinet while stepping to the sink for water and leans into the counter as he winces and groans.

Taehyung stands with his arms crossed over his chest and smiles to himself as Jimin reaches above the sink and grabs a pill packet down. Of course he's too intoxicated to notice Taehyung put the stronger painkillers leftover from Jimin's sprain in the place where his over the counter pain medicines are kept.

Jimin rips the wrong package open, swallows the wrong pill down with a gulp of tap water, then he makes his way to his room, eyes drooping low as he fumbles over to his bedside table and sets down his glass with a loud thunk. Then he strips down to his briefs and tee and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Taehyung moves the glass of water close to the edge of the table, and as soon as Jimin returns, his hip bumps into it. Delight spreads across Taehyung's face as Jimin ends up spilling water all over his hip and thigh, narrowly stopping the glass from falling to the floor.

"God, it's just too fucking easy," Taehyung mutters with a grin as Jimin strips out of his briefs.

Jimin stands, swaying as if he's out at sea, and for a moment, it looks like he's considering grabbing a dry garment. But, ultimately, he topples onto his bed in only a shirt, with his face down on a pillow. He's asleep in a matter of minutes.

"Shouldn't mix those painkillers with alcohol," Taehyung mutters teasingly as he changes his ghostly form from one that's dressed to one that's nude. "They'll make you really drowsy."

Taehyung gets onto the bed and straddles Jimin's ass, feeling the soft, supple skin between his thighs. With one hand, Taehyung roughly grabs Jimin by his pretty pink hair and tugs his head up. Jimin mutters softly but is out like a light and already drooling, and Taehyung scoffs, dropping his cheek against the pillow as he mutters, "Way too fucking easy."

Jimin lightly snores as Taehyung reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table, and he smiles to himself when he squirts some between Jimin's cheeks, and the sensation doesn't make him stir. With two fingers, Taehyung rubs between Jimin's cheeks until the pad of his middle finger dances over Jimin's puckered rim.

A deep, needy groan leaves Taehyung's chest, and he places his free hand on Jimin's ass and spreads him wide to get a better look at him. "So pretty," Taehyung moans as he rubs his finger over Jimin's hole, then pushes it inside.

Jimin is soft, wet and warm, and Taehyung forces his entire finger in, stretching his walls unceremoniously around him. Despite being unprepped, Jimin's ass seems to swallow him eagerly.

"Fuck," Taehyung mutters, feeling his cock ache for attention.

It takes no time at all for Taehyung to stretch Jimin around two and then three of his fingers. He explores Jimin's ass and revels in the soft twitches and noises that he makes. Although it's not the same as getting to watch pleasure tug at Jimin's face, this is the only way Taehyung can have him, and he has come to terms with this being good enough.

Slowly, Taehyung pulls his fingers from Jimin's ass and rubs them over his rim, up and down between his cheeks, making a nice big fucking mess. Then he pops the lube bottle open, squirts more liquid straight into Jimin's hole, and tosses the bottle onto the bed.

Taehyung gathers some of the lube from between Jimin's cheeks and slathers his cock, groaning from the slick sensation. Then he shimmies down between Jimin's legs, spreads his soft yet muscular thighs and lines his cock up with Jimin's perfectly messy hole.

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. Unlike Jimin, he has managed to uphold his half of their virginity pact, and now he's getting his reward. After all these years, he's finally getting what he thinks he deserves.

Taehyung's fingers couldn't have prepared Jimin's tight little ass for his girth. What a shame, Taehyung thinks as he slowly sinks his tip in, stretching Jimin further around him. He thinks Jimin would have loved Taehyung's cock.

As Taehyung is swallowed by the warmth of Jimin's perfect body, he imagines Jimin on his back, pretty pink lips parted as he whines and gasps from pleasure. As he disappears into Jimin's ass, Taehyung imagines sitting against the headboard while Jimin moans and whimpers, riding him while his own leaking cock slaps against his tummy. Taehyung thinks Jimin would look absolutely heavenly on top of him.

The squeeze of Jimin's ass is thrilling, a sensation that would surely knock the air from Taehyung's chest or make him dizzy if it could. Taehyung imagines Jimin crosseyed and begging for a chance to catch his breath before begging to be fucked.

As Taehyung lifts his hips and presses his cock back into his sleeping best friend, he imagines Jimin might mewl and whimper, digging his tiny fingernails into the soft flesh of Taehyung's hips. If only Taehyung had soft flesh.

"So good, Jiminah," Taehyung whines as he thrusts in a languid, deep pace. "You feel so fucking good."

Soft sounds leave Jimin's mouth, and he twitches from time to time, but his body makes no strong movements, nor does he show any signs of waking. Taehyung picks up his pace, watching with delight as Jimin's perky round ass cheeks ripple from each thrust.

Taehyung's pleasure builds and builds, and there's a part of him that wishes he could fill Jimin's ass with cum. He wishes he could see his release drip from Jimin's perfectly puffy hole, making an even bigger mess of himself. The thought of it sends Taehyung plummeting, and he squeezes Jimin's waist with both hands as he plunges his cock in deeper, trembling through the intense bliss.

"Fuck, baby, that's it," Taehyung whines as he sees stars and his pleasure crescendos. Perhaps this is the heaven Taehyung desired upon death. Perhaps this is the bliss he thought he would find in the afterlife.

Taehyung pulls out and falls back against his knees, and he watches Jimin's tight pucker slowly close around nothing, glistening from the lube that still coats it. It's risky, but Taehyung stands up off the bed and rolls Jimin onto his back.

Jimin grumbles as his limbs move like those of a ragdoll against the mattress, and Taehyung rubs his hands over Jimin's thighs, hips and tummy. It's risky, but Taehyung squirts lube onto Jimin's cock, slathers it up and shoves it down his throat.

Taehyung slurps and sucks at his best friend's cock while sweet moans and whimpers leave his lips. It's risky, but Taehyung reaches between Jimin's legs and sticks two fingers into him, slowly fucking them in and out of his used hole while he slurps his cock down, eager to make him cum.

Jimin moans loudly, and Taehyung's gaze flies to his face. Although Jimin appears to still be asleep, his brows are knit, and his pretty lips are parted, letting soft sounds slip between them. Taehyung continues to suck until Jimin's hips shake and tremble, then he pulls out and jerks Jimin off with his hand.

It only takes a few pumps for Jimin to orgasm. Thick, white ropes of cum shoot from his cock, landing on his hips and tummy, and suddenly he seems somewhat alert as he whimpers and moans. At least, alert enough. Taehyung removes his fingers from Jimin's ass but continues to squeeze at his head until he's milked Jimin's pretty rosy-tipped cock of every drop.

Jimin shivers and turns onto his side, reaching for his comforter, which is below him. When no warmth can be found, he grabs the side of the blanket and folds it over himself like a taco, all while staying more or less asleep.

The sight of Jimin's cum spraying all over himself made Taehyung hard again, and as Jimin struggles to find comfort, Taehyung stands against the wall and jerks himself off.

It's been a while since Taehyung's watched Jimin wake up in tears, and he hates to admit how proud he feels to be affecting his best friend, just like old times. The reason may be different, but the anguish as Jimin curls into a ball in the shower looks the same.

Try as he might, Jimin has no memory of last night. He calls Jeongguk crying, begging for an explanation as to how he got home, but Jeongguk insists Jimin took a cab and that, after that, he has no idea.

But something has to have happened because Jimin woke up in just a shirt, covered in cum with a sore ass sticky with lube.

Taehyung doesn't have another outburst again. His haunting and drunk fucking escalates to the point of Jimin attempting to move out of that apartment and, in the process, alienating himself from his friends. The psychological horror of whatever is happening to him is so great that he begins therapy and medications.

Jimin questions whether any of it is real or if he's experiencing hallucinations, and never seems to think it could be Taehyung haunting him and fucking with him. Taehyung finds it all incredibly amusing.

On the third anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin wakes up in a cold sweat moaning as he cums on his tummy. Taehyung has figured out how to rile him up and get him off all without waking him up—all without needing to get him drunk.

When Jimin finally rolls out of bed, he finds all of the furniture in his apartment is in the wrong place. He screams bloody murder and runs back to bed, pulling his cover over his head and muttering frantically to himself. Taehyung runs his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs gently over the blanket and smiles to himself as Jimin squeals and pulls away.

As a gift to mark the occasion, Taehyung takes out the old ouija board that Jimin had packed away a year earlier. The board is warped from soju and doesn't sit flat, but that's not important. All he needs is for the planchette to rest nicely over the word Yes. He wonders if Jimin will understand what he's saying yes to—that he's finally answering Jimin’s question of whether or not it was him.

Taehyung cannot wait to see Jimin's reaction.

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