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ultr6violnce · 4 months

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⋆·˚ ♱ dating euro hc's

nsfw & sfw ♱ ⋆·˚

note ; this is only based on rory's portrayal , this is nothing ab the real euronymous.

SFW ♱.

he will definitely ties ur shoes for u. he thinks it's a little embarrassing especially when ur in the den n' the whole circles watching as he gets down on one knee and ties up the laces on ur boots. he goes a little red when they all start mocking him for being so 'head over heels' but how could he not be head over heels for his beautiful angel? he eventually tells them to fuck off and helps u off of ur feet and leaves the den with you.

when you go out to bars etc n' it gets to the time of leaving it'll most likely be early hours of the morning by the time u leave n' knowing oslo it would probably be raining or some sort of shitty weather so to spare you the shivering n' whining of being freezing cold he lets you wear his leather jackets , letting himself suffer all so his beautiful girl is nice n' warm. also he just thinks you look absolutely beautiful when ur practically swimming in his jackets , although he'd never admit it.

he loves having you do his corpse paint before a show. he'll have you sat on his lap in the bathroom , hands on ur waist , thumbs rubbing over ur waist as u drag the brush gently over his skin. trying to hold back from doing anything further as he stares up at you watching as ur face contorts into one of concentration as you makesure not to mess up on his face paint so it's all perfect for him to look good whilst he's up on that stage performing.

i kinda thinks it's a little ooc for him but it's cute so bare w me. but i feel like he'd comfort you after a fight. especially if it got physical or he said something that went to far. you'd probably storm off to the bedroom , tears soaking ur soft cheeks n' after so many minutes of pacing he'd slowly (and very shamefully) walk to the bedroom and he'd sit next to you , not saying anything for a while before apologising profusely. his eyes would be all big n' desperate as tears threatened to spill from them before he'd eventually just put his arm around you then his other under your legs and he'd lift you into his embrace and just comfort you as you cried.

also a little ooc for him but anyways , he would bring you like flower bouquets for ur birthday or just when he's feeling like it. obviously he'd make sure he's alone when buying them not wanting his friends to know how affectionate he is when he's with you and he'd always get u ur favourites n' just show up unannounced at ur apartment and give you them. at first you thought it was strange , he never seemed like the affectionate type and in all honesty he was the complete opposite but there was something about you that just brough out that affectionate side to him.

since you'd most likely be smaller than him , if he ever went to give you a kiss and was just too much of a lazy ass to lean down to ur level he'd put his hands to ur waist n' would let you stand on his feet so ur more at his height. all that just for a little kiss.

NSFW ♱.

starting off strong. he cums so much when he fucks u. like oh my god. that man will cum BUCKETS. he will literally drain every single drop of cum from his balls inside you , once he pulls out he'd like give ur ass a really harsh slap , enough to leave a bit sting n' would just watch it all ooze out before fucking it back inside you with his fingers.

he'd always tease you , especially when he fingers u. he'd always makesure he'd have his rings on so when he fingers you the cold metal of his rings graze against ur walls as his fingers curl inside u and plunge inside you deeply.

he defo has a wax play kink. like js hear me OUTTT like he'd be fucking u n' after a while you'd feel this hot liquid pouring down ur ass cheek n' he'd just be pouring little trickles of wax over ur sensitive skin as his cock just pounds into u deeper.

kinda a hot take but um he loves cockwarming!! sorry not sorry. like he'd makesure you were sat on his cock nice n' perfectly , making sure you didn't move , slapping ur ass if u made one wrong move even though if you even moved an inch he'd cum straight inside ya.

he's also a big fan of public sex. like that man will fuck you anywhere , anytime. literally name any place and he'll be pounding you in it. e.g: supermarket bathroom (maybe even an aisle if he's feeling it) , storage closet at the studio they'd go to sometimes to practice , he'd even fuck you infront of the public eye. like say you'd be sat out somewhere where quite a few people were and he'd just have you shamelessly bouncing on his cock , not making it obvious but also obvious enough that it catches a few eyes.

he's so loud. no matter what you're doing to him or what he's doing to you. he's loud. which only really became a thing when he started dating you. you were just so good he can't keep that running mouth shut. he could literally be tongue deep in ur pussy and he'd be a moaning mess. like no matter what he's doing he will be moaning , groaning n' whimpering like a bitchhh.

a/n: finally came up w some stuff , it's not the best but i haven't written a full thing like this in what feels like forever so y'knoww i had to cuz i js love spoiling u guys so much!! plus I've been up all night watching PLL and i can't sleep so I've just been coming up with ideas and the boom this was created so i hope u enjoy angels. love u all smm!! :3

#rory culkin #i ❤️ rory culkin #smut #r!euronymous #lords of chaos #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut

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afewproblems · 1 year

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Steve always falls first, falls fastest.

It happened three years ago with Nancy, it happened with Robin back before the bathroom confession cemented their platonic soulmate status. It happened with Lauren MacNeal in Steve's freshman year, and Cindy Carlile back when he was eight years old.

He knows himself and knows the beginning stages. It's always quick and never painless, and seems to hurt more with every passing year. A dull ache in his chest that throbs and whispers darkly, 'remember Harrington, you'll always be bullshit'.

And when he finds himself falling for one Eddie Munson, he knows exactly when it starts.

Movie nights became a regular thing shortly after Eddie was discharged from the hospital. Robin, Steve, and Eddie all pile into the Harrington living room or the Munson trailer every other week, it's too hard to be apart.

Really, it becomes a way to keep a late night conversation going with Eddie while the credits roll, Robin dozes on the beanbag in the corner and Steve can't help but stare.

Eddie is so animated when he talks about something he loves, his brown eyes light up with his thousand watt smile and the dimples come out in full force, Steve almost has to squint with the amount of natural sunshine this man emanates when he talks about his passions.

He says as much to Robin during their next shift and she can't help but roll her eyes and gag, "Steven Remington Harrington-"

"Not my name," Steve cuts in with a laugh as he stuffs their second copy of the Shining into the machine to rewind.

"Don't interrupt dingus," Robin continues imperiously, "I get it, you have heart-eyes for the guy, but you gotta stop gushing about him to me and tell him".

Steve rolls his eyes and ignores the way his stomach swoops at the thought of telling Eddie how he feels, and the realization that it's happening again.

"I-I mean, it's not like I'm in love with the guy Robin, he stutters out eventually, "it'll go away, or he'll find someone else to talk to, they always do eventually".

He focuses on picking up the stack of freshly rewound tapes and walking them into the shelves, avoiding Robin's silent sad look that bores into the back of his head as he hides in the stacks.

Weeks turn into months and Steve absorbs nearly everything he can about Eddie.

He wears a size 10 shoe, but the 'shit-kicking' steel toes always look a smidge bigger - the inch or two it adds to Eddies height doesn't hurt either as Steve finds he has to tilt his head up to meet Eddie's gaze when he's decked out in his metal gear for a show...

He got his first guitar when he went to live with Wayne, it was a simple acoustic that he learned his chords on and practiced CCR on to his uncles delight.

He hates orange juice and loves coffee.

He loves cats and is scared to death of birds.

Every detail draws Steve in, but that small voice in the back of his mind reminds him again and again, 'they always leave Steve, don't get too comfortable'.

But how could he not?

Eddie is comfortable, he's nice and funny, and seems to enjoy hanging out with Steve almost as much as Steve enjoys being with Eddie. There is a softness to him when they're alone that makes Steve feel safe.

So what if he doesn't feel the same, Steve isn't about to give this up.

Not yet.

Steve takes to dropping by the Corroded Coffin band practice every weekend, a six pack in one hand and a small wary smile on his face - he's still not entirely accepted by Gareth and Jeff but the beer helps and Eddie vouches for him every time.

The atmosphere is still somewhat stilted, but it isnt as icy as it had been. Now Gareth even sits with him after practice while Eddie and Jeff go over their solos just outside the door as they share a joint, blowing smoke rings into the evening air.

"You know," Gareth says one night to Steve as he plops down beside him onto the sunken couch in the garage, "If someone had told me in high school I'd be sitting here with King-Steve and sharing a beer after practice, I'd laugh in their face".

Steve fights down a wince at the mention of the old nickname, and nods once. Who was he kidding, 'King-Steve' was not something he'd ever be able to outrun.

"So," Gareth continues, tapping his hands against the neck of the bottle, "how's the crush going?"

Steve chokes on his beer and swings his hand up to pound his fist into his chest to loosen up the liquid, Gareth claps him on the back with an alarmed expression on his face.

"Jesus Harrington, y'alright?" Gareth says as Steve tries to catch his breath.

Steve nods and breathes deeply through his nose, his eyes flick to the open garage door to see if Eddie or Jeff are on their way back inside, "I-I don't think I heard you right," he manages with a rasp.

Gareth snorts and shakes his head, leaning back against the couch. He's quiet for a moment, eyes trained on Steve's face.

Steve, for his part, stares resolutely at the floor hoping his gaze is strong enough to burn a hole into the concrete he can jump into.

"Look," Gareth says after a beat, "I guess its not really any of my business Harrington," his eyes travel over to the open door before flicking back to Steve, "and I don't mean to sound like a prick when I say this, but you're not really his type man".

Something in Steve's throat pulls tight, bullshit echoes in the hollow cavity of his chest as he nods and swallows the last dreggs of his beer.

"Right," Steve mumbles, he puts his hands on his knees and stands up from the couch, "Right, yeah, I mean, makes sense...".

He crosses to the door and manages to toss the now empty can into an open bin they'd officially commandeered for empties.

"Dude," Gareth says softly standing as well, he makes no move to walk towards Steve though.

Steve waves a hand and drops the other to his back pocket to hide the sudden trembling. Gareth is right, it doesn't make sense. Why would someone like Eddie ever want to be with someone like Steve? How would that even work?

Always fast but never painless, right on time.

"You guys were uh, great as usual, I'll see you around man," Steve says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, he hasn't had to pull out the 'King Steve' smile in a few years but it still fits, still manages to hide a few things.

He turns away from Gareth and walks out through the open garage door.

The sun is nearly below the horizon and the stars have begun to migrate, the inky blue of night begins to steep into the last vestiges of light, if he's careful he can slip past Eddie and Jeff without either of them noticing.

He makes it to the beemer before Eddie turns towards him.

Eddie's brown eyes widen before narrowing in a questioning stare, he opens his mouth but Steve opens the car door and quickly slides into the driver's seat.

He stares straight ahead as he backs out of the driveway and pulls out onto the road.

Steve can feel those brown eyes follow him as he makes the long drive back to his empty house.

Part Two Now Up!

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic #hurt steve harrington #stranger things season four #is it bad that i love to hurt my favourite characters?#hurt and not a whole helluva lot of comfort #oblivious eddie munson #made myself sad with this one

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discodeviant · 1 year

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[AO3]

They've been dating for a week, give or take. Billy called himself Steve's boyfriend once, like, a month ago, but said he was kidding when Steve stopped blinking. Then Steve did the same. "You're my boyfriend, come on, it'll be nice."

So, yeah, they're dating, and now they're counselors at Dustin's stupid summer camp because he talked Steve into going with him this year, and Billy doesn't want to waste a goddamn second of his summer without the boy he'd been chasing for a year straight.

Sneaking around is easy when they're both experienced for vastly different reasons. They take a tent into the woods one night and get back to the cabins before morning. Share a bed when no one's looking. A shower once or twice.

And then the counselors have an adults-only night in front of the bonfire once the kids have gone to sleep, decide to play Truth or Dare because it's fun and scandalous.

It's Billy's turn. He chooses dare because he never turns down a challenge.

A blind kiss. Put on a blindfold, spin ten times, kiss whoever he stumbles into. Can't chicken out or choose the hottest girl with the most makeup and biggest tits because that's cheating.

And, well...

Billy doesn't like to play fair either.

So he drops his bandana over his eyes, lets Kevin Something-or-Other spin him around until he's off balance. Everyone's waiting for him to crash into someone, or for someone else to let him fall flat on his stupid, sexy, California face.

Steve's heart hasn't beat this hard since the first cigarette they shared, and Billy can smell his jealous anxiety like a bloodhound.

He knows his pretty boy's scent anywhere. Knows where his cologne ends and the next girl's perfume begins even after three days in the woods. Knows the sound of his breaths when they stutter and hope for something that he thinks is too good for him.

So Billy doesn't crash.

No, he stands tall and feels the ground with the thin, flat sole of his old, worn Converse shoe. He remembers that Steve is sitting on the log to the left of the one a little higher up than the others. He takes his time, deliberate to him, teasing and putting on a show for his peers, scaring Steve shitless because he still doesn't know whether Billy has decided that he's not worth his time by now.

And the closer Billy gets to him, the harder his heart pounds, the hotter his face feels. So goddamn close, so fucking close to falling into that girl who's been making eyes at him since camp started. And she's still eyeing him, leaning in Billy's favor in case the girl next to her—Emma or something—will give her what she wants.

And the closer Billy gets, the more he can smell Steve's insecurity. Steve's months-long crush that finally, finally came to something, and the fear that he'd have his heart broken again.

But Billy knows his pretty boy, his pretty boy's faded hairspray, his pretty boy's want—his need—to make goddamn sure Billy's still his. The air around him is tense, and Billy can feel the knotting between his shoulders from three steps, two steps, one step away.

Billy's hands reach out and find the head of hair he's felt and smelled and tasted so much already, and he leans down to kiss the lips he's dreamed about since last Halloween, has kissed some-hundred times.

Steve's heart nearly stops.

He doesn't lurch forward and pull Billy in as much as he really, desperately fucking wants to; instead he sits still, lets Billy hold both sides of his face, kiss him as tenderly as he always does with the tip of his tongue to taste what he hasn't for hours.

The others laugh and gasp and clap, and Billy takes his blindfold off with a wink, promises silently to make it up to Steve for scaring him later when they're alone.

Later, Steve asks, "Seriously, could you see? How did you—"

"Baby," Billy says, "I wouldn't be caught dead kissing anybody else." They whisper even in their solitary tent, under an unzipped sleeping bag, tangled up in each other. "I like you too much."

Steve just sighs and kisses him again, and again, and again, and again, and Billy kisses him back twice as hard, rolls on top of him, kisses him some more.

"You're mine, Harrington," he says, and Steve pulls him in by the waist, smiling against his mouth, and he is so happy.

"All yours?"

"All mine."

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #one shot #harringrove au #.discowrites #harringrove

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gloomzombie · 10 months

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I'll Bury You For This

Pairing: Jeff The Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,861

Chapter One: Smells Like Teen Spirit

August 16. 7:20 am.

The sound of my alarm blaring woke me up. I groaned and flipped over on my bed, turning the damned thing off. I hate it but it's not like anyone else is gonna wake me up.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Ah, today would be the first day of school. The first day of my senior year to be exact. God, when did I get so old? I'll be turning 18 in two months!

"Ughh," I exclaimed in a tired voice. I stood up and went to my closet, taking out some clothes. I took those to the bathroom, my mind fogged with sleep. I'm not exactly sure how I feel starting the new year.

I mean I'm gonna go through this year, then it'll be my last summer before I start college. It feels abnormal to even think about it.

I took my shower and put on my clothes afterward. I wore some skinny jeans, a random band shirt, and some accessories like necklaces and chains. I also decided to style my hair a little so I didn't look terrible. I also put on some pencil eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner is way too feminine for me.

After all that was done, I grabbed my backpack and made my way through the hallway to the kitchen. I took out a chocolate chip muffin I bought yesterday and stuffed it in my bag.

I always eat my small breakfast in school. I can't stand being here for longer than I have to. I check the time on my phone. It read 7:58 am.

Perfect. I can go now and won't be too early. I put my phone in my pocket and grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter. I stopped at the door to put my shoes on.

"You were just gonna leave without speaking to me?" My heart dropped in my chest at the sound of his voice. Shit. I finished tying my shoes and stood up straight, looking over at where it came from.

Down the hallway stood my dad, who I've recently started calling John, in a sweat-stained tank top and plaid pajama bottoms. Classic deadbeat dad fit. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you but I also wanted to get to school a little early." I fiddled with the hem of my shirt anxiously.

My dad rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just call your mother to come get your stuff while you're gone. Maybe you'll be happier there since you hate me so much."

I sighed, trying not to feel anything as I repeated my recurring responses. "I don't hate you." "Why do you hate me so much? Let's talk about this because I wanna know." He stared me down, waiting by his bedroom doorway.

"I don't hate you." "Uhuh. I believe that."

I turned the doorknob, knowing if I don't leave now I'll be here for a long time. "I'm not done talking to you! Don't walk away from me when I'm speaking to you, little boy!" He yelled at me as I walked out the door.

I quickly locked the door and about ran to my bike. I picked it up and took off as fast as I could, ignoring the sound of the door slamming open.

8:18 am.

I got to school later than I wanted to, but I didn't really think much of it. I immediately went to first period, not in the mood to deal with everyone in the hallways.

I went inside and took my seat in the back. I was one of the only people in the classroom. Even the teacher wasn't in yet. I sighed, slouching in my chair.

I let my eyes wander over the classroom and rolled my eyes. I need to listen to music if I wanna get through the day. I took my phone and earbuds out of my pocket, putting the earbuds in my ears.

I played my most recently made playlist. I decided I'd save my muffin for later. I don't really have much of an appetite after this morning.

As the students packed into the room over the next few minutes, I continued listening to music until my best friend's familiar face showed up.

I smiled, turning off my music and taking out my earbuds. "Xander!" I called. He turned his head toward my direction, previously eyeing the girl he was talking to. "Hey!" He turned back and muttered something to her, to which she giggled in response.

He made his way over to me. "Shit. Honestly, I wasn't sure you'd show," He smirked, taking the seat beside me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Could say the same thing to you."

"Touche touche. Soo did you ever get that guy's number?" He asked, lowering his voice a bit as he spoke.

I gave him a confused expression, racking my mind for what guy he could be talking about. He spoke up again while I was still thinking about who it could be.

"The guy with long hair that worked at Spencers?" Xander rolled his eyes. My expression relaxed. "Oh, him? Nah, last time I went he was with another dude and they kissed so I mean." I answered, putting my earbuds back in my backpack.

"Wellll...you could still have asked for his number," Xander wiggled his eyebrows and I punched him in the arm. "No! I'm not doing that when he was obviously with someone." I roll my eyes, exasperated by him already.

"I would have if it were a chick." "Yeah, 'cause you're a manwhore." Now it was his turn to punch me. We laughed and talked more until the teacher finally showed up.

"Sorry students, I was caught up in the teacher's lounge," Ms. Johnson cleared her throat and put her things down on her desk messily.

"Yeah, caught up with Mr. Evans," Xander said just above a whisper. The girls in the back of the room giggled. Ah, so the fangirls are already starting.

Ms. Johnson's face scrunched up a tad as she obviously heard his comment, but she ignored it. "Now, today we won't have a lesson since it's the first day, but I do have some word searches that you will be graded on." She then told someone in the front to pass the papers back.

As the papers were being passed around, people started conversations with their friends. Xander was too busy talking to the girls around us. I try to tune it out since he can be pretty gross.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and I turned in my seat. "Hi, sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to say I really like your shirt and like- your style in general." It was a girl I had never seen before. She had an alternative style, her teased hair and many facial piercings making it obvious.

She wore all black and on the front of her shirt was a metal band logo I recognized- Aversions Crown. I had to look down at my shirt, forgetting which one I slipped on. Carnifex. "Oh, thanks. I like yours too." I gave her a nice smile. I rarely ever found people that liked metal here, the heaviest music people usually like is older rock music and the occasional Metallica song.

"Thanks! They're one of my favorites," she averted her gaze. I could tell she was flustered even under her pale makeup. "Oh! I'm sorry I forgot to tell you my name." She realized. "I'm Lily," her black lips turned up at the corners into a soft smile.

"It's fine. I'm Y/N," I smiled back at her. It'd be cool to have another actual friend. "Lilyy! Are you done talking to that cute boy yet? I still need to talk to you about what happened with you know who," a girl from a few desks away whined.

Lily covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry about that. Talk later?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah sure." She walked back over to the other girl and they started talking and giggling amongst themselves.

I sighed and looked back over at Xander. He was still talking to the girls that surrounded him. I never understood why he was so popular. He's an emo dude and aren't emo dudes supposed to get bullied?

He is pretty. Really pretty. But how in the hell did they think that too?

"Oh! Class, can I get your attention please?" Ms. Johnson spoke up. I looked over at her, but only a few other people did as well. "I said, can I have your attention?" She raised her voice a little and that got a majority of the class's attention.

"As you know, we don't usually get too many new students. But, this young man is an exception!" She smiled as she looked up at the "young man" beside her.

Oh? Beside her stood probably one of the prettiest guys I've seen at this school, and that's saying a lot since he had a mask on, concealing the bottom half of his face.

That got everyone's attention. "Go on, introduce yourself." His eyes slanted ever so slightly, obviously annoyed. Was it obvious or am I just paying a lot of attention to him?

"I'm Jeff. That's all you need to know about me." His gravely, deep voice caught me off guard.

Oh my GOD his voice. I inhaled sharply, sitting up a bit straighter. I need to calm down.

Ms. Johnson sighed, clearly just not wanting to deal with anything today. "Alright. Find an empty seat anywhere and finish this by the end of the day." She handed him the word search and his eyes scanned the room, probably looking for a seat.

I watched as his eyes landed on me, or rather the chair beside me then actually to me. Oh god, focus focus focus. I quickly averted my gaze to the unfinished word search on my desk, fiddling with the pencil in between my fingers.

I can't focus. His footsteps came closer and closer till it was just the sound of the plastic chair moving against the linoleum floor. I shouldn't be stressing out this much over a new guy but damn. There's something about the way he carries himself that really catches my attention...but y'know his looks help.

"Hey." I heard him speak up and I took my time to turn my head towards him, with a lot of self-control mind you. "Oh, hey." I let my eyes rest on his. I note the bluish-grey color they were.

"Saw you were eyeing the hell outta me. What was that about? You have a problem?" Jeff asked, his tone harsh and defensive. I gave him a confused expression. "No? Am I not allowed to look at you?" I asked sarcastically.

I watched his furrowed eyes soften a little. Does he like attitude or something? "Not in the way you were looking at me." He retorted, his voice laced with venom. He leaned closer to me and I could swear I could feel my face heat up.

"Listen. I'm gonna say this once and only once. Don't mess with me. I promise you, you won't enjoy what happens." Jeff's eyes pierced into mine as his words registered in my mind.

The hell? Threatening me when he doesn't even know me? 'You won't enjoy what happens.' Yeah we'll see about that.

"And what's going to happen if I do?" I retaliated. I don't like being threatened, especially by someone that doesn't know anything about me.

Jeff's eyebrow raised and he chuckled, an evil sound coming from behind his lips. "Oh, you really have no clue who you're messing with here." "Enlighten me."

"Alright, class! We have two minutes until this period is over. Gather your things and you can take your word searches. Make sure to turn them in to me before the end of the day." Ms. Johnson's voice interrupted our conversation.

"Just leave me alone if you know what's good for you." Jeff stood up quickly, picking up his bag in the same movement then walking out the door. My eyes lay on the doorway for a second.

Well, he sure is interesting. Interesting and hot, but that's not important.

10:48 am.

My next class was pretty much the same. Again, it is the first day so we didn't do much. Xander doesn't share it with me and neither did that Lily girl, so I drew most of the period.

After that class ended, I headed into the hallway. I made my way to my locker. That new kid, Jeff, was rummaging through the one beside mine. Oh great. So he took the locker that was vacant last year.

I sighed and went up to my own, unlocking it and putting my books in there that I wouldn't need right now. I couldn't help but scrunch my face at how dull it looked. I'll have to decorate it more when I can. I can't stand how boring it looks right now.

I could feel Jeff's burning gaze on the side of my head, but I ignored it. I shut my locker and made my way to third period.

I was again one of the first people there, taking a seat in the back as usual. I took a book out of my bag and picked up where I left off, tuning out the chitter-chatter and miscellaneous noises of the class.

I continued reading, getting really into the chapter, until I heard the sound of the moving of the chair sat beside mine. I look up from my book. Jeff sat there next to me, his gaze set nowhere in particular.

I let my eyes roam the room and notice something. Really? There are so many other empty chairs. After all that he said to me in first period, he's still gonna sit next to me? I couldn't help the smug expression that grazed my face. Jeff's eyes moved over to meet mine.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" he snapped. I smirked. "Well, it seems to me you're contradicting yourself." Jeff's eyebrow raised in confusion. "You threatened me just an hour ago yet," I motioned towards the chair he was sitting at, "you still choose to sit next to me."

Jeff huffed, his eyebrows knit in a tight line. "Whatever. I just like to sit in the back. Has absolutely nothing to do with you." He turned his gaze back to look in front of him as if he were thinking.

I chuckled. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar." Jeff's head flung back to look at me. "The FUCK did you just call me?" He raised his voice a little, causing us to get a few looks from people.

I smirked, leaning closer just a bit. "Sugarr." I pulled back and looked back at my book, smiling at the expression the simple pet name left on his face.

12:10 pm.

After third period ended, I made my way back to my locker and put some more stuff in it for tomorrow. I took my bag with me as I made my way through the hall.

My gaze was kept at my feet. I usually keep to myself and am only ever bothered by people who somehow like me. I'm pretty sure it's just because I'm best friends with Xander though.

"Y/N?" I stopped my trip to the cafeteria and turned to look at who it was this time. It was a guy that stopped me this time, which shocked me a little bit.

It's mostly girls that stop me and won't stop giggling and smiling as they try to get me to go out with them.

"Yeah, that's me," I responded. I don't recognize him. He had fluffy brown hair and wore some baggy pants and a brown striped sweater. He was shorter than me, so I had to look down at him.

"I know you don't know me but, I've always thought you looked really cool. Do you think we could sit together at lunch?" He asked. His eyes were avoiding mine, looking down at the floor as he fiddled with his fingers. Is he really this nervous to talk to me?

"Uh.. yeah. Yeah sure," I decided it wouldn't hurt. Xander would have to suck it up if he wants me to sit with him.

I continued my walk to the cafeteria, but now with this random guy. I probably shouldn't call him random but what else would I call him when I don't know him?

We went through the doorway as we arrived at the cafe. I looked around, noticing Xander. I was planning on telling him I'd be sitting with someone else today, but I stopped myself from approaching his table.

With the way every chair at it was taken by another bleach blonde girl with self tanned skin, I have a feeling he wouldn't care one bit.

I shrugged. It doesn't surprise me. "Isn't that your friend?" The shorter male's voice spoke. I sighed. "Best friend, yeah." I kept my response short as I started to walk in the direction of an empty table.

I quickly sat in one of the chairs and the guy sat in the one directly in front of me. "Is he always an ass like that?" He muttered, which made me laugh a little.

I slid a hand through my hair, not caring if it messed up a little. "Yeah, that's just him. It doesn't really bother you after a while." I started rummaging through my backpack and pulled out my muffin and a water bottle.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my name did I?" I turned my gaze toward him as I zipped my bag back up. I shook my head and watched as his face got a little red.

He averted his gaze, biting his lip. "Sorry. I'm Gage." I took my muffin out of the wrapper as he nervously introduced himself.

It was a cute name, and it suited him very well. "Cute." I replied, voicing my thoughts aloud. I couldn't help the smile from grazing my lips as I watched his face redden and how his hand moves up to cover his mouth.

"I don't think so," Gage responds, his eyes going to mine for a split second before moving away again. I tilted my head. "Welll," I took his hand in mine and pulled it down from his face, "I think it's perfect for you."

His eyes met mine once more and he couldn't hide how red his face has gotten at this point. I chuckled and let go of his hand.

I can't ever help myself. Flirting with people is my thing. I love to make them flustered and watch as they squirm under my gaze, especially if they're pretty.

"I..Uh..." Gage looked away once more. I pulled my hand away from his and started eating my muffin. At least I'll be getting something out of this school year.

1:30pm

The rest of lunch and fourth period went by in a blur. The time I had left in lunch I spent getting to know Gage more.

He's pretty cute honestly. Not only was his appearance cute though, his personality was adorable. I think we're gonna be good friends, especially if Xander keeps distancing himself from me.

Fourth period was really boring, but math usually is. At least the work was just review work so it was really simple.

I make my way to my locker, putting my math textbook in it. I made my way to fifth period, not really paying attention to my surroundings.

My next class is history, which I'm not insanely thrilled about but I'll be alright. If it were something more interesting like Greek or Roman history I'd be all for it but it's just gonna be American history yet again.

I walked into class and made my way to the back, taking the seat closest to the window. I took my notebook out and opened it.

I started doodling, as I'm yet again early. I sighed, my thoughts elsewhere as I absentmindedly drew whatever my hand wanted to.

I continued drawing, even when the class started filling up more- and even when he sat next to me once more.

It's probably not gonna end well, drawing without thinking. If I'm not thinking, time is going by faster which means I'll be going home faster.

I let my eyes refocus onto my page, looking at what I drew. It was merely a sketch, but it wasn't too bad. It was a random person, just someone I drew easily.

The eye shape, nose shape, mouth shape, body shape...all were easy for me to draw which is why I drew it so often.

I let my eyes trail over to the desk beside mine, then to the person sitting at it. Jeff's eyes were staring down at my desk, my paper specifically.

I moved my gaze back over at my paper. I looked back at him and realized I drew someone that kind of looks like him. The hair, style, body type, eyes. The only thing different was how the person had a nose and mouth.

"Why did you draw me?" Jeff's gravely voice spoke up, as harsh as it was earlier. "I didn't mean to? I mean I can't even see the bottom half of your face dude, calm down." I rolled my eyes at his rudeness.

Seriously, why in the hell would I purposely draw him? He's not exactly the most unique looking person out there.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Look, I don't understand your obsession with me but you should stop while you're ahead." He kept his eyes locked onto mine, like he was trying to blow me up with his mind or something.

I smirked. "I think you're projecting a bit here, lovebug." Jeff's eyes widened a bit before he hit the table with his hand lightly. "The fuck is with the stupid pet names?"

His small outburst made a few people turn their heads to look at us. I didn't really mind it so why shouldn't I push a little further?

I leaned closer to him, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh I think we both know the answer to that, honey."

Jeff scoffed, his eyes squinted a tad. "You can't just walk up in here looking that attractive and not expect me to react to it." I kept my smirk as his disgusted expression faded into a confused one, one of his eyebrows raised slightly.

I leaned a little closer, whispering words I didn't necessarily mean. "If we weren't in a class filled with other people right now, I'm not sure I'd be able to control myself around you." I pulled back, taking in his expression.

The way the tip of his ears reddened, and the way his eyes widened; the way he was left utterly speechless. I knew I got in his mind, exactly like I wanted.

Teasing people has got to be my favorite thing to do. Some people think you're being a dick when you do that, but I really don't care. It's fun, especially when the other person isn't expecting it.

"Alright, class. Today we're going to do a simple word search of the American presidents since it's the first day." I didn't even realize the teacher walked in. Nor did I realize how everyone else was here or how many of them were listening. The giggling from some of the girls and the way a few of them had smiles on their faces proved just how many there were.

I sat back in my seat and turned my attention to the front of the class. The silence from the man beside me kept the smile on my face from fading away.

2:50pm

Sixth period went by all too quickly, as it was Art- my favorite class of the day. It was a simple assignment, a self portrait in your own style.

Xander shares that class with me. It bums me out a bit that we only have two classes together, but that probably won't bum me out for too much longer.

Xander barely spoke a word to me, keeping his attention on the girls that were constantly surrounding him. I drew even when I was done with my assignment.

He didn't come up to me once. The only time we talked was when I did it. I asked him if he'd want to hang out after school, but he shut me down quickly with "Nah, sorry dude. I'm gonna be "hanging out" with Jade tonight if you get what I mean," and ended it with a wink.

It felt degrading. Obviously I'm not oblivious to his sex life and whatnot, but he never makes time for his best friend. I don't want to dwell on it though.

I walked out of school, taking my bike and getting on it. I looked around to make sure I wouldn't get run over or something and started making my way back home.

As much as I hate it, I have to go straight home. My lack of friends really gets to me sometimes, especially with the fact I'm starting to lose the one I thought I never would.

3:15pm.

I leaned my bike against the house and stared at the white door in front of me. I chewed at my lip nervously. I know I have to, so I push myself to put the keys into the doors and unlock it.

I opened the door and locked it behind me. "How was school?" I heard my dad speak up from the couch.

"It was alright," I replied simply, going to the kitchen. "Ah, it was just school, huh?" His voice was loud enough the neighbors could probably hear him.

"Yeah." I threw away some trash, including the stupid drawing I made in History. I took a water bottle out of the fridge and went back into the living room.

"God, why are you so hateful to me?" My dad asked. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

I can't stand this already. "How am I being hateful?" I asked. "The way you act." I looked at him, rolling my eyes.

"How do I act?" "You know how you're acting." "No I don't," I made my way to my room, putting my backpack down and sitting on my bed. I took my phone out, plugging it in.

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." I looked up and there he was, at my doorway.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down a bit. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being so rude to me?" He pushed. "I'm not being rude to you." Fuck I hate this. "Yes you are."

Why won't he just stop? "God, can't you just leave me alone?" I opened my eyes, staring directly at him.

His jaw dropped open and his eyes furrowed into a frown. "The hell did you just say to me?"

He walked forward, causing me to flinch back into my bed. "Why'd you do that? You know I'm not in the habit of hitting you."

Doesn't mean I like when you get close to me. "What did I do? What's your problem with me?" He insisted.

"I don't have a problem with you." I groaned. I don't want to deal with this today. "Yes, you do but fine, don't tell me. I'll just call your mother to come get you."

I stayed silent. I wanted to tell him fine, whatever will get me away from you, but that would keep him talking.

He finally left my room, so I got up and closed the door. I sighed, turning back to my bed and walking over. I took a sip of my water and sat down again.

I took my phone and went to spotify, turning on my favorite playlist. The sound of My Chemical Romance's I don't love you filled the room.

I lay back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I started thinking about what happened today. I met three people: a girl that seems nice but I only share one class with, a guy who's sweet but I don't have any classes with, and a guy that wants nothing to do with me that I have three classes with.

And of course, Xander. We hung out all but three times this past summer. Three times. In less than three months. And he barely talked with me today.

I have a feeling this years gonna be shit, like always. The only difference between last year and this year is my dad's diminishing memory.

I moved my hands up to my face. I didn't realize the tears that were slowly making their way down my cheeks.

I pulled the multiple blankets on my bed over me, turning on my side and closing my eyes. I can't stand being awake any more today.

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3.68 Get over it

Mama had a few things to do before visiting us, so I didn't know what time to expect her; just sometime that afternoon before Sophia got home. I worked out and did everything I needed to do in the morning to ensure I'd be home whenever she arrived. She greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, gushing about the house.

"This is such a cute little house! It reminds me of my first place in Brindleton Bay. I think this is a little bigger, though. How do you like it?"

"It'll do for now."

"Yeah, I bet," she said, staring at my little monsters. "They definitely need more room. That's how I ended up in Willow Creek. The things we do for our fur babies, right?"

I loved my little guys, but I don't know if I'd buy a bigger house specifically for them. I mean, true, they factored into our thoughts about moving, but we had bigger plans to accommodate. But I wasn't a dog lover like her, so there were plenty of things she did that I'd never do.

"Moving has come up, but we haven't discussed it seriously."

She watched them try to tackle each other and chase their own tails, mesmerized by doggy energy.

"They're so rambunctious! I love it! Luca, you're a daddy!"

I expected her to be excited, but it tickled me to think about how she'd be when I had actual children. She did everything for me and Less, so I knew she'd move Mt. Komorebi for my children. They have come up indirectly a lot lately, and now and then I thought about them, especially because I had to factor them into most everything I did. Originally, having children was this far off goal I figured I'd accomplish one day. But the goal got closer and closer by the day, and instead of fearing my lack of preparation and stressing myself out about it, I found the idea more and more appealing and welcomed it.

"LUCA, LOOK!"

Rosie began running in circles, and familiar twinkling orbs danced around her. I went outside to find Kooper, and he was doing the same thing.

"They're aging up already?" I asked in disbelief.

Even though they were loud and got into everything, I enjoyed them so much as puppies, and I thought we'd have more time for shenanigans. But I was glad for their adult phase. We could do so many more things together like go jogging. I knew Rosie would appreciate that. She was the more rambunctious one and ran around the house and yard all day like she was vying for a prize. Kooper was much more low key.

"Happy birthday, little dude!"

I went back inside and scooped up Rosie.

"Don't tell Kooper, but you're my favorite."

"Ahhh, so she's the one," Mama said. "Shiloh was always my best girl, but I had an extra special place in my heart for Hunter."

"I feel like I shouldn't have a favorite, though," I said.

"Yeah, it seems that way, but it's inevitable. We always gravitate to one thing when we have options. It's natural and happens with everything...favorite shoes, favorite pen, favorite chair..."

"Favorite child?"

Her eyes flicked open, and jaw dropped in surprise. Catching her off guard was really hard, and I felt immense pride in my accomplishment. She pretended to watch the dogs to avoid answering me, and I snickered at her. We all knew who her favorite was.

I thought Rosie would make a mad dash for the door when I put her down, but oddly enough she sat next to us and Kooper as if she were actively trying to spend quality time, and I appreciated it.

Mama's buzzing phone took her out of her fake busyness. A tiny smirk crawled across her face as she read the text. I had a question I'd always wanted to ask but selfishly never did, especially after I gave her permission to go public with Dwayne.

"Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you never move in with him?"

Again, she was surprised.

"Would you have really been okay with him living with us?"

"Of course not. But even after we left. Every time I come over, I half expect to see him. I just thought you would have jumped at the chance."

"No, I understand. I honestly thought I would too, but...

She stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"Saying yes to him wasn't as simple as saying, okay we're in a relationship now. I also had to say no to your dad."

"You talked to Dad about it?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"Of course not! You see, even though we had been divorced for a while and were moving on, I still felt the need to show him how sorry I was. I felt like, if I got with Dwayne and lived happily ever after, that meant I won, and he lost."

"But...that's what happened."

"I know. But I didn't want it to be like that, especially since the situation wasn't malicious. I liked Ali. I mean, I loved him, but I liked him. He's really smart. Like, really intelligent."

"Yeah. I've learned that."

"Yeah! He's kind. And he's wise. I know you know that. He always impressed me, and I wanted him to like me too, even after it was over. Like, I knew he'd be angry for a while, but I didn't want him to hate me. I thought, if I move on completely with Dwayne, that door would be closed and he would never like me. So, when I said yes to Dwayne, I had to close the door and let go of the hope that we could be friends again. I had to reject that fangirl in me who still cared what he thought. Most of all, I had to stop allowing my love for him interfering with my love for Dwayne, because whether or not I like it, I made a choice and needed to live with it."

"Wow. That's...wow..."

"Yeah... But the thing is, Luca...that wasn't a one-time thing. I have to make those choices daily. Some days are easier than others. But lately..." She sighed. "Your dad and I are in a good place now. He likes me, ha! That makes it hard to commit to those choices, and I find myself peeking behind that door and leaving it cracked."

"But, Mama..." I couldn't believe I was about to rally for Dwayne, but I kinda felt sorry for the guy. "You're with Dwayne now. Don't you think you owe him all of your love?"

"Of course I do! This is the fight I have with myself every day."

I sat there for a moment, mulling over her words, feeling bad that she was still so tormented, but really frustrated that she refused to live with her choices. The rest of us had adjusted and moved on while she still clung to the past. And honestly? She kinda reminded me of a child who had a room full of toys but still screamed for more and was unwilling to share. And sadly, that made it easier for me to see how she decided to destroy our family. She wanted to have it all. And in her own sad way, she was still trying to have it all. That's when I realized what hid between the lines.

"If Dad came to you right now and said he forgave you and wanted you back, would you go back to him?"

She let out the longest, heaviest sigh I ever heard.

"I won't say yes...but I can't say no either."

Wow. Part of me felt for her. The torment I put myself through with all this dating stuff paled in comparison to what she went through. But another part of me wanted to yell, "He's not coming back! Get over it already!"

"Your sweetheart is home," she said. "We'll have to continue this later."

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ch. lxviii - kyungmin

wooyoung × reader, ??? × reader

buy me coffee ?

in a school filled with the affluent, it would only make sense for birds of a feather to flock. but what if your new status doesn't immediately buy you a way into said flock? what if instead, it bought you sure rejection? to the rich and powerful, having different masks is a must. despite some people knowing your true self and your secrets

Just as you were about to leave the house, you paused and just stood still. It'll be the first time you stepped back into Wooyoung's house after the... debacle. You were tempted to cancel or offer to give Kyungmin your notes but you don't think you'd be okay making the poor kid disappointed. Wooyoung might be an asshat in disguise or... asshat in public and a sweetheart in disguise? However it is, Kyungmin is and always has been the sweetest little boy who adores you and that made you feel special. I mean, is there any other 7-year-old who happily inquire about your interests despite being scared shitless of the visuals in on the screen?

So you suck your unwillingness to risk meeting Wooyoung for Kyungmin. You can do this, you can be selfless. That boy has been like a little brother to you and what kind of a shit sibling would you be if you bailed for petty reasons?

"What the fuck are you doing by the door?"

Speaking of shit sibling.

You turned around with a fake smile on your face. Mingyu stood a bit further away from you with a bag of potato chips in one arm as his hand scoop up chips to his mouth. He was munching away as he stared at you with an eyebrow raised, "You're loitering and ruining the scenery," he spat. You inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, not really wanting to waste your breath in dealing with your troglodyte of a brother but you had to.

"Don't worry Mingyu, I was just about to go because unlike you, I can keep up with my appointments," you simply said before turning back around to wear your shoes. Mingyu rolled his eyes at your jab, annoyed, "One of these days, you're gonna have an appointment for a lobotomy or something," he scoffed, fully intending to sound mean. After putting your shoes on, you took a moment to look at Mingyu one last time, "You do know that lobotomies have been banned since the 1950s, right? And how psychopathic are you that you wish for an ice pick to be jabbed into my frontal lobe?" you honestly could and couldn't believe Mingyu. But at that point, you don't know what else you could do to deal with him.

With that, you left the house, not even waiting for Mingyu to answer you. Maybe you should consider going out with your friends more just to escape the toxicity in your household.

Just as you walked out of your front gate, you saw Wooyoung approaching you with frantic steps. Initially, you thought that he was going to confront you about something or have you deal with him for some other things you might not think of. You were about to ask him what he was doing when he cut you off, "Kyungmin's missing, I can't find him," he said and you were able to see that his eyes were teary and you heard his voice cracking. He was genuinely distressed. "Wha- how? I was just about to go to your house to help Kyungmin with his schoolwork," you explained. Wooyoung shook his head frantically, "I- I don't know, I tried looking for him in the bathroom or in his room or literally anywhere else in the house and he wasn't there. I asked the chauffeur and he said Kyungmin was picked up and dropped to the house, the CCTV confirmed it. a- a- and-" you grabbed Wooyoung by his shoulders to stop him from ranting more, "Wooyoung, breathe," you firmly told him. Though mouth still agape. Wooyoung nodded and slowly tried to calmly take deep breaths.

It didn't take long before Wooyoung relaxed and stopped panicking. "Okay," you started talking, "You checked the CCTV and saw that Kyungmin was DEFINITELY picked up from school and is supposed to be in the house but even after looking around, he wasn't there," Wooyoung nodded along, confirming your words. "Okay, so then we'll look around here, okay? I'll go check the playground and you go check your friends' house. Maybe he went there to borrow something or to play," you reasoned.

Thankfully, Wooyoung agreed almost immediately and you both set off to your own ways to look for Kyungmin. While Wooyoung go to Seonghwa's house first as it was the closest house to his, you jogged to the playground in the cul de sac. It was empty, but considering that Kyungmin is small, you believe that it's possible that Kyungmin hid under a slide or in the tubes or even in the playhouse.

"Kyungmin! Kyungmin-ah!" you called out as you ducked to look under the playhouse. "Come on, Kyungmin, we need to go home to work on your presentation! I told you I'll help, didn't I?" you spoke out loud as you continued looking into the playhouse. "Kyungmin?" you called out as you look behind and even up in the trees around the playground. High and low you tried looking for the little boy, but you couldn't even get a glimpse of his hair anywhere. After fifteen minutes of looking in the playground and not seeing anything, you decided to look elsewhere.

As you jogged back to the houses, you saw Wooyoung jogging back to you too, face still worried. "None of them is home, I asked the housekeepers, gardeners, anyone in their home at the moment but no one saw him anywhere," Wooyoung said as he ran a hand through his hair out of frustration.

Both of you were confused. It wasn't like Kyungmin to just disappear like that. It was odd that he wouldn't tell Wooyoung. Both of them are so close, they tell each other everything no matter how bad it is.

"Are you sure Kyungmin didn't tell you anything?" you asked, thinking that Wooyoung might have been preoccupied with something when Kyungmin said something to him. "No, no, no, it's not possible," he said exasperatedly as he roughly ran a hand through his hair, "He has been so excited about spending time with you again, he has been since last week. He even asked to get picked up from school earlier. He told me that he wanted to make sure he has everything ready so he'll have time to spend with you outside of doing his schoolwork. He missed you so bad," he exhaled shakily.

Wooyoung remembered the joyous glint in Kyungmin's eyes when he remembered that he was going to hang out with you again. It had been a while since you hung out with him in his house and it was all because of your falling out with Wooyoung. Ever since you got closer to your new friends, your attendance to the Jung family dinner had decreased and even stopped. Wooyoung's parents and even older brother would still see you around the complex and even at business events. You don't think they knew about what happened to you and Wooyoung because if they do, they would have said something to you and your parents would have scolded the hell out of you. Out of the five Jung family members, Kyungmin was the only one who you most rarely see which was why hanging out with you again was so important to him. Of course, Wooyoung had to remind him that after that, there were no guarantees that you'd stay long. Wooyoung felt the need to brace Kyungmin with reality before it caught him by surprise.

You looked down at your phone as you thought you could call one of your friends for help because both you and Wooyoung could really use some help. Unfortunately, your phone was only at 3% and it could die soon. "Shit," you cursed under your breath, catching Wooyoung's attention. You showed your phone at him, "I gotta get my phone charged, I have a portable charger in my room, I'll be right back, okay?" Wooyoung nodded and you immediately run back to your house.

Inside, Mingyu was watching the TV loudly in the living room while drinking beer. It was typical of him but you're annoyed at how unresponsive he is to his surroundings. You ran up to your room and when you opened your door, you were so surprised to see Kyungmin on your bed, his iPad in his hands as he sat cross-legged.

"Oh my god, Kyungmin!" you called out as you dashed to your bed, pulling the little boy into your arms into a tight hug. Kyungmin blinked in confusion, you saw that he didn't know why you were acting like that when you pulled away to look at him. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Me and your brother!" you grabbed his face as you felt your racing heart slow down, "Why didn't you tell him where you're going? Or call me and tell me you wanna come here instead?" but Kyungmin simply shrugged. "How did you get in here anyways?" you asked, genuinely curious. Kyungmin pointed to the door and shrugged, "I just got in from the front door, Mingyu hyung opened it for me," of course he did. Your brother couldn't be bothered to do anything useful when you need him, why should you expect him to be useful for this as well?

You bit your bottom lip, now knowing what to say to the boy as he seemed reluctant to say anything. "Okay, come on, we need to get to your brother," you said after grabbing your portable charger, you held your hand out for him to take and he immediately did so.

Once you stepped out of your house (with Mingyu completely oblivious to the activities), you saw Wooyoung still pacing worriedly in front of your front gate. "Wooyoung," you called out as you walked closer to him with Kyungmin holding your hand with one of his as the other one held his iPad. Hearing his name, Wooyoung snapped his head in your direction and his eyes immediately widened at the sight of his little brother walking so casually next to you. "Kyungmin!" Wooyoung exclaimed loudly in surprise. He was so relieved that his knees almost buckled under him. Once out of the gates, Wooyoung kneeled and grabbed Kyungmin by his shoulders, "What happened? Where did you go to? Do you know how much I was worried?? I thought you had gone missing! What were you thinking?" he couldn't help but scold Kyungmin.

Kyungmin's face scrunched and he turned to look at you as he began to cry, "I don't want (y/n) to leave me because Wooyoung hyung and his friends are not playing fair," he sobbed as he shook Wooyoung's grip o of him and went to hug your legs, weeping sadly.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his sudden statement. "Kyungmin, what are you talking about?" you asked as you gently run a hand through the boy's hair. Kyungmin shook his head and sniffled, "I- I- I can make Woo- Wooyoung hyung play fair, I'll talk to him! I don't want you to not play with me anymore," Kyungmin wailed sadly.

Not knowing what to do, you looked up to Wooyoung and saw him staring at you both with a conflicted look on his face. You wanted to ask him what Kyungmin meant but with the situation at hand, you knew that it was no time to ask things. You got a crying kid and a stressed-out guy out in the open. So you took matters into your own hand, "Let's... Let's talk about this in your house, okay? We still have to do your schoolwork, right?" you smiled down at Kyungmin who had looked up at you. He nodded his head as he wipe the tears away from his eyes with the back of his hand.

The three of you walked to Wooyoung's house with you holding one of Kyungmin's hand and Wooyoung holding his other hand, the iPad in his free hand.

Whilst walking, your mind still tried to comprehend what Kyungmin meant by 'playing fair'. It felt so odd that he would say such a thing. What kind of thing would Wooyoung and his friends not play fair in that it affected Kyungmin this much?

You need answers.

As you walked by, you noticed Yeonjun taking off his motorcycle helmet, looking at the three of you. He raised an eyebrow as if asking what you were doing with Wooyoung, but you simply held a hand up lowly to let him know that you'll talk about it later.

And a thought occurred to you.

Maybe Yeonjun know.

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Ch. 99 // Lynette? // Day-Off

Contents (Warnings): Wicks vs Andras (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,300+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Again like far too many!

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Lynette

My sense of everything was skewed.

I felt fixated on a single point. I wouldn't let Drake die.

Even with his handicaps, he was stronger than me, but I didn't let it stop my strained vocals from saying what I believed was the truth.

It was all so complicated. I couldn't imagine what Drake was thinking, what he went through, how stupid it must have been for me, of all people, to say anything to him.

That's why I nearly collapsed onto his shoulder when he offered it. In a way, it was like my body deflated in tandem with the reprieve. We can get away.

My right hand clung tightly to his tilted form.

"Can you lift your left?" He softly asked.

I winced—it was sore. My arm, though movable, tensed at the part between my neck and shoulder. It was currently impossible for me to lift any higher than my sternum.

My lips hesitated to respond once I took my first look at it. My jacket was torn, nearly shredded, and heavily slumped over my left side. The color was muggy and stained a dark red. So much so that I could feel its wetness as I moved my appendage. I lost so much blood.

"Lynette," Drake said sternly. He must have listened to my panicked heart. "We have to go."

My wound, though healed, throbbed with my recognition. I lowered my left arm and thought it sunk a little deeper when I did. It's just the tears in the jacket. I worked to calm my nerves. This isn't the time, Lynette, it'll be fine.

"I can't move it very much, no." My parched throat answered. I swallowed several times to make it feel better. It didn't.

Drake twisted his arms in the large clamps, annoyed. He kept his complaints to himself and still let me use him as a crutch.

As we moved, my eyes searched. The floor upstairs was nearly gone. Most of it lay next to us. It was a crumbled obstacle to avoid as we strived to the guiding light of the outside. It beckoned us like moths and promised us warmth we hadn't had for what felt like weeks. Wait.

I turned back and tugged his hoodie. "We have to find Zetsu." In my haze, I assumed he was with us. How long has he not been with us?

"He got away," Drake answered.

He steered my attention back to the front.

I don't remember seeing him after Andras attacked me. I was too weary to argue. "Good." I hope he gets back home okay.

Suddenly, under my arm, Drake's muscles stiffened. His eyes tilted up and followed the being that sprang down to block our light.

"I don't remember saying either of you could leave," his sway, accompanied by the unmistakable vehemence of his vocal thrum, consumed us.

Even though Drake's hair usually hid his eyes, I could see the fearful anger from his side. He pulled his shoulder away and moved to block me from Andras.

"Oh, flawless. There's no need to protect her." Andras's shoes tapped, echoing in the soundless dark of the rubble. "She wants to return to me, don't you, Lynette?"

"Shut up," Drake snapped, lurching in his direction. His voice dropped from his lips in a whisper to me. "I'm going to tackle him, and when I do, you run."

I can't do that.

I was weaponless, Drake had his fangs alone to protect himself, and I knew Andras's eyes were set on me. Even if you successfully tackle him, I don't think he'll let me get away.

I was expendable, and he would use me to punish Drake.

"Who do you think I'll get first, flawless? You or her?" Andras asked as Drake's body lowered.

"You're not going to kill either of us," Drake charged into him. He rushed into the curly-haired male and they fell back together.

And in a blast like confetti, Drake's aggressive tone was expelled. "GO!"

Much like at the festival and yesterday, my body ran without my consent. It obeyed Drake and made me try to escape.

Sadly, it did not last, as someone struck my back. I twisted mid-air and landed on my side, right over a few scattered pieces of ruin. I grimaced as the jagged shapes pressed deep, bruising what my weight carried into them.

My eyes wobbled up to see who hit me. I expected Andras not who I did see. Drake?

I slipped my right arm under me to lift myself up. Did he try to save me from something? I questioned, yet that hopeful thought was snatched with Andras's demand.

"Rip into her, Flawless." Andras's gray, devoid hue illuminated the crumbling interior—his form blocked the fervor of freedom and acted as our 'true exit.'

Drake dropped next to me in anguish. Behind his bangs, his eyes pleaded. He wasn't in control.

I put my knees up to keep him from reaching me and I rocked him off. It worked, not that it mattered as his shadow casted over me. I looked up at him, half expecting his foot to stomp my head into a paste.

That didn't happen. Instead, a blur slammed into him.

It made Andras disappear deeper into the building with whatever it was. Trailing it was a powerful gust that blew up my hair and the dust. I coughed, and I shifted my attention to where the entities went.

I jumped as Drake got back into my vision. He got over me and leaned in. I put my good forearm to his torso and struggled to keep him back. I wasn't strong enough to put up a good fight.

"Drake, please."

He broke my defenses quickly and opened his jaw to snap at my face.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DRAKE!" the familiar hybrid shouted and grabbed Drake.

...

(Five minutes earlier)

Alexander

He propped the woman's body against one of the few remaining trees and incorporated the restraint of her hair with its bark.

The C.P.P.A. should recover her soon. He returned to the building, which was worse than when he arrived. The garden and surrounding forest were littered with spike-like objects.

They were large structures, varying between five and ten feet long, each bleached a yellowish white. What did this?

The question lingered in his mind briefly. It was replaced when he took a deep inhale. He smelled the foulness of blood. Several types filtered into his nose, and his expression recoiled as usual. Until he caught a particular one—he hated himself from his body's positive reaction.

That's Lynette's blood.

As he followed, its fragrance seeped deeper into his senses. It almost engulfed him.

He held himself cognizant, at least enough for his protectiveness to rise as the smell was strong and came from the hole in the wall caused by a giant spike.

Did she get-

The yell cut his mind. "MOVE!"

He did so without looking. He knew he had made the right decision when the pressure of magic torched his back.

He squinted without his glasses, unable to register the figure, but their energy was unmistakable. Wicks zoomed past him like a rocket and collided with someone inside. Did he hit Andras?

Alexander went in after, tracking Lynette's until he made them out. His eyes gave off their soft blue glow, reading over the two, and quickly caught a spell wrapped tightly like a band around Drake's head. Alexander threw his hand forward, grabbed Drake's head, and pulled him off Lynette.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DRAKE!"

He yelled and brought his head up to properly read the spell as Drake fought with nothing but growls and grunts.

It's curse magic. It makes Drake obey the commands of another. He cared very little to read the magic signature to find out who did it.

The blonde channeled his technique and used disrupt to break it before Drake fully kicked around to fight him.

His best friend lost all his struggle, and Alexander let go. Drake collapsed back onto the ground, landing on his knees. "Alexander...?"

The relief that they had been reunited again whirled in the air. He's not dead. Alexander felt his legs wobble. He didn't want to lose Drake.

"I'm sorry." Drake muttered to Lynette. He then stood before Alexander, their slight height difference didn't discourage the vampire beast at all. "I can't believe you!" Drake's throat scratched when he fought. He still pushed until his sound came out threatening. "YOU'RE SO STUPID, WHY DID YOU COME HERE!!"

"YOU FUCKER, I KNOW I'M STUPID," Alexander shouted back, though he was smiling much like Drake. "BUT YOU'RE STUPID TOO IF YOU CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHY I CAME HERE." He trailed Drake and the thick clamps over his forearms.

"You shouldn't have we were..." Drake shifted his head to Lynette and snarled, "fuck him."

His terrible sight went to Lynette as she struggled to get up. He immediately crouched down to help her. She flinched when he neared. He rolled his eyes, "stop-"

He closed his mouth, seeing her. The distinct dark red side of her clothes compared to the other, the tears, frizzled hair, and drained expression. He asked gently, "Are you bleeding?"

"No, Drake healed it."

Drake cracked at what she said, not because she spoke about it but because of who did it. "Temporarily not good enough, that bastard almost killed her."

Alexander lifted his hand and held it out to her. "Show me," she gently took it. Her grip's so weak, he thought. He knew her strength after all the times she fought him—he could tell how much toll her body had been through.

Her cold delicate hand pressed his rougher one near her back, between her shoulder and neck. She's freezing. He used his reversal magic to heal her body to its previous/normal state. The wound was gone. He expected her to move easier again.

"Take off your jacket." He instructed her. He already tried to repair what he could, but it seemed it was torn and messed up for longer than her injury. Most of the blood stains were gone, not enough to satisfy Alexander. "It was messed up from hours ago. And I don't think it's worth me putting more effort into fixing it when I could give you something else." He took off his compression long sleeve and handed it to her.

"No. This is yours, you need it." She pushed it back at his exposed chest.

Alexander groaned, he rolled it up by the collar and put it over her head. "I can fucking heal myself, and it is too fucking hot for me outside anyway, you're cold so you're taking it."

He forced it over her head while also making her take off her jacket. She continued to struggle and Alexander still won in the end. It had a size changing seal, so it adjusted well on her. Still a tad big though.

With her head lowered, she uttered to him weakly, "Thank you. I'll give it back later."

"You can just keep-"

None of them had a chance to say another word. An announcement simultaneously blared in all their heads.

"GARTER GET THEM OUT OF HERE AND MOVE THEM TO THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE ENTRANCE."

"Garter?" Lynette huffed, she looked around herself. "That was Wicks voice, is he here?!" She quickly moved away from them to look around.

Alexander somewhat followed her. " He's the one that slammed into Andras." I thought the C.P.P.A. was here. Is it just him and one other agent?

"He's fighting with Andras!" Her timid sound squeaked with a worried gasp. "No, no, no!" Alexander reflexively grabbed her wrist to stop her from heading further inside.

Drake stepped in front of her and countered. "Don't you dare try that after you gave me a lecture about running away." Drake nudged her with his shoulder, "You're brother's fine; he could beat him."

Lynette pressed at Alexander's fingers, "but-" The distant sound of booms further stimulated her pulling. "Let go, Xander."

The building trembled above them, continuously dropping dust and crumbling pieces. "You're not getting killed." I'm no better. I came here for them. "Come on."

He dragged her along and got Drake's upper arm to bring him outside as well.

"Hey, I can walk fine."

Alexander growled without anger in his throat. "I want you both ahead of me. I won't lose either of you now that I got you."

After they made it outside, the air felt crisper. Still with a stench of death though Lynette's natural aroma counteracted that for Alexander. His muscles abruptly tightened when he noticed another person running at them.

"Garter!" Lynette cried.

Alexander relaxed as she recognized him, and when the blonde concluded he didn't sense any ill magic coming from Garter either.

The male with straight long black hair then turned his head, "what happened to your shirt?"

Alexander narrowed his eyes, "fuck off."

Garter smirked slightly, then swept between Alexander and Lynette. He securely removed Alexander's grip on her. "I'll take her. While you guys follow me. More agents are arriving soon."

The action unnerved him, but he'd be with her and Drake if something happened. Drake, beside him, grumbled under his breath. "Don't walk away with her."

Drake wanted to get to them, so Alexander made sure to keep his hand on Drake's upper arm. He sounds possessive.

"Can you get these off?" Drake grumbled as he nudged into Alexander while they walked with Garter.

"Yeah," Alexander said. You better not try to fight him when I do.

Drake moved in front of him, and Alexander hunched over trying not to pull Drake's arms too far up.

The amount of locks on this sealed metal is going to be a hassle to undo.

Alexander worked through each lock; they appeared like pins on a grenade, keeping the magic in place. Except each pin would expand if he moved them out recklessly. And if they expanded, they'd be impossible to 'pluck out' and secure what they locked. To undo these, Alexander had to read the seal conditions carefully and understand precisely where to imbue his magic to counteract them, at their weak points. He also couldn't directly bend or touch the metal as it did distinguish most magic.

"How did you even get taken?" Alexander didn't mean to ask. The question left him out of irritation with the strength of the clamps.

Drake rasped. "Andras showed up as Ace and somehow fooled me, and Lynette got her mind manipulated by another guy posing as you."

Alexander's lids scrunched as he carefully undid another 'pin'. "Was he the one that did that to you earlier, too?"

"No, that was fucking Andras."

Lynette muttered from ahead with Garter. "Andras ate the guy who did that to me."

Andras is a Manipulative snake, using mental manipulation like...

Alexander's mind remembered a conversation he had with Lynette before.

"That's one reason why I excel at Assistance magic." "Oh, so the opposite of Wicks." I am? "That makes sense. Your crazy ass brother has such a fuckin' high defense he shouldn't have to worry about getting hurt. Unless it's by curse magic."

Alexander stopped moving. He turned back toward the building, but there's no way... He'll be fucking fine. Like every other time, his feet strayed on their own.

"What's wrong?" Drake's tone dripped with fear.

Alexander glanced back at him. He didn't want to leave. They were together—he had them both—Drake would be safe now. Wicks is leagues above you. He wouldn't fall for it. Don't leave Drake.

Alexander's legs twitched, and his eyes went back to Lynette. Their conversation wouldn't leave his head. It won't happen. Wicks is stronger than you.

"Damn it." He cursed and sprinted back.

"CHASE!"

"I AM GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH. YOU GUYS STAY WITH GARTER!" Alexander yelled out as he heard the building shake again. I'm fucking stupid.

"HEY!" Garter called. He didn't pursue Alexander, most likely to keep the other two at bay.

I'll be in his way, Alex. STOP.

It didn't matter how many things he kept telling himself. He had to check and make sure everything was okay.

...

Wicks

Wicks sent himself and Andras through whatever was left of the walls. He would have kept it up if the hands clenching Andras's forearms hadn't suddenly burst with electrical currents. Despite tautening his hold, it slowed down his momentum and eventually sent him backward in the opposite direction from his target.

His body slammed into part of the caved-in wall that he threw Andras through prior. His body was singed with soft puffs of smoke across his skin. He took the time to send the message out to everyone in a radius besides his enemy before his stared ahead.

Andras, ahead of him, crashed into the other side of the floor. They moved their fight to the front of the building where Wicks originally started his battle with Terrance. Except they were inside what was left of the main lobby. Some furniture was still intact and the walls had not fully collapsed. Some of the chandeliers did from above, but their shattered glass did not impede either.

"I can tell why they call you Diageo," Andras chuckled as he stood up. Diageo was a nickname given to Wicks by his enemies. It mockingly meant beast killer because some magus referred to monsters as beasts and not beings.

Wicks pulled his healed body out of the wall and huffed. "Make your peace with your god." Wicks said.

His eyes burst with gold, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he threw himself toward Andras. The dealer barely created a cloak fast enough to absorb most of Wicks's gut punch. It snapped, and the force of his strike still sent the curly-haired body flying.

Wicks went after him, wanting to end it early. So he sent his fist ahead, this time at his head. Andras pulled it out of his way and the wall behind him burst underneath Wicks's force. Andras shifted his palms right into Wicks's abdomen and laughed.

"Do you think someone like me fears a god?"

Wicks pulled back, not fast enough for the blast of electricity to engulf his cloak. It broke it right when it hit it's limit, so it didn't hurt him. It did distract him enough to have his face clutched by Andras. He swept out Wicks feet after and slammed the back of his head into the ground.

"You're the one who should be making your pitiful peace."

Wicks snapped on another cloak, using his 'burn', and grabbed Andras's arm. He put one leg up into his stomach and then quickly twisted the other over and around Andras's neck before the next blast could be directed into his face.

He captured Andras in an arm bar. Wicks did a rapid drain, pulling as much energy as he could out of Andras. At the same time, Andras did the same with Wicks, shocked his body again with electricity, it didn't quite break his cloak this time. At this rate, Wicks would win out, until Andras unexpectedly snapped his jaw through the cloak, shattered it the rest of the way through, and dug his teeth straight into Wicks thigh near his tendons in the back of his knee. He tore the chunk from him. It made Wicks kick him away, and move from Andras.

He healed and made his way up. His leg twinged with pain that slowly subsided, while Andras, with a blood-stained face and teeth, licked his lips. Clearly amused.

Wicks narrowed in. Andras was faster than he anticipated. Much like Wicks, he was a prodigy who probably trained for as long as he did too. They could both drain each other, and Andras fought with one of most complex elements to control, so Wicks thought it'd be futile to redirect it as he did others attacks.

Andras's enhancements focused on his maneuverability, unlike Wicks, who worked with both strength and speed. He'd even use 'blink' as easily as Wicks did. This is the master escape artist. Time and time again, Andras escaped from the C.P.P.A., and Wicks wasn't about to let it happen anymore. It's the only reason he didn't rush Lynette out of here. He trusted Garter to keep her safe and take her away if he had to.

"Are you thinking about your sister?" Andras buzzed, and it made Wicks throw down harder.

However, the longer they fought, the more Wicks knew he'd win. For some reason, Andras seemed focused on dodging and shooting out simple attacks. If he wants to keep doing that, I'll drain him then.

Wicks continued to expect something; he even tried to bury himself in Andras's mind as he did to most of his opponents. Andras's mind denied him.

Once more, Wicks struck Andras's cloak, broke it, and, in turn, took a shot of voltage from at his chest. Wicks cloaked himself better this time, so it only surged along the outer coating.

Wicks broke Andras's left shoulder, it exploded under his attack. You're not going to pick your arms up again.

Then, he quickly grabbed Andras's wrist before he could release another surge and swung him toward the ground. Wicks brought down his right foot into Andras's ribs, and with a strong jerk upwards using his enhancements to stretch and tear him. He ripped Andra's arm off and partially crushed a few of his ribs.

Andras howled in pain and laughter. His eyes glowed white as an explosion of mist erupted from his body. The pinkish cloud made Wicks jump back. He let go of the lifeless arm, and studied the fog.

What does it do? He didn't breathe much of it in.

His studied it, trying to read over its effects. He didn't know if it would melt his insides, make him fall unconscious, or something of that effect.

He couldn't find anything substantial besides it being used to keep Andras hidden.

"Come find me." Andras's tune whistled from within.

Wicks focused heavily and locked in on what he assumed was a figure.

There.

He ran in and readied a strike. As the air from his windup parted the clouds, he quickly adjusted his punch to miss, and the pressure exploded the stained wood beside them.

He heard her yelp and saw she held her head in fear. He quickly scanned over her. There's no magic. That's Lynette.

She didn't remove her arms and Wicks got down. His hands trembling as he almost hurt his sister.

"W-wicks." She shakily spoke, lowering her arms.

He threw his over her and hugged her tightly. He could sense Andras's magic from her, but flesh-wise, it was her. "Lentils, I'm sorry." He didn't want to let her go.

She held him back, pressing into his neck, and squeezed with her frail hold. "I thought I'd lose you." She uttered in his ear, quietly as she quivered. "How did I get here? Did you bring me here?"

Wicks cradled the back of her head as the mist dispersed completely. They were the only ones left in the room. Andras could have used her to make me stop. He could have threatened to kill her.

Wicks then realized that if Lynette was here, Andras might have switched places with her. He's going after the others for energy, isn't he?

Wicks glanced down at his sister. I can't leave her nor let her see the arm.

"He had to have switched places with you, but it'll be okay. I'll send you back home." Wicks got up with her delicately and even went to put a cloak around her body in case.

"No, Wicks..." Her voice got deeper and more playful, "that's the wrong answer."

His gears shifted, he let her go and went to strike. "Don't fight me."

He seized. Why can't I move. In front of him, Lynette's fragile body shifted back to Andras's much more durable one.

Wicks searched over him. How did he do that? His eyes weren't glowing, and he wasn't using magic.

Andras put a hand to Wicks cheek. Wicks stressed to fight what put a strain on his head. "That's the look I love to see—the confusion, the fear, followed by the realization." Andras's smile rose unnaturally, his lips penetrating where his cheekbones should be.

"I honestly didn't know what to expect from you, but that chunk of flesh told me everything I needed to. If I hadn't had my previous meal, I wouldn't have been able to beat you this easily."

Previous meal? And my...

Wicks begged his body to move, twist, lift a finger, or do anything against Andras. He had to get out of this now.

We'd know. There's no way.

Andras's body grew bigger, not by much, but enough to break the buttons on his dress shirt. The fabric didn't have a size shifting seal.

"And there it is, the realization. Why didn't the C.P.P.A. know? Why didn't they report it? I'm not dumb enough to tell people, the only ones to ever know are in the same place as you." He pinched Wicks' cheek and let go.

That's why one could ever find him, he could pose as anyone he's eaten.

"Don't look so worried, Wicks. Just stay still for me, and I promise I'll take care of your family."

And no one will know it's not me, because...

The much taller body, at least eight feet, hunched over Wicks frame. Andras's jaw split open and it continued to travel down his neck and abdomen, exposing the pulsating flesh reddish flesh of his torso's stomach cavity. He didn't have any organs besides it. It almost seemed to purr with excitement at the new meal it was about to consume as its energy draining goo dripped down it's walls.

It flesh extended out like a fly trap with teeth serrated along the edges of its flesh, each ready to stab into Wicks and pull him in.

He's a mimic.

...

EY YO @extreme-unorthodox-cuddles for throwing down this guess a while ago about Andras and being right!

Mimics haven't really been talked about in the story since they are extremely hard to tell between people, especially after they've entirely consumed someone. Some more advanced ones much like Andras can change themselves based on having some of the flesh, such as Andras changing his voice on the call with Alexander after he bit into Drake's neck. And him with Lynette here, changing into her body externally.

Mimics get the abilities of those they've fully consumed as well. However, it does not stack, so once he eats someone completely, he will have their abilities and such until he does so again with another. He also cannot keep them forever.

More stuff about mimics will be explained later!

...

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wolfiemcwolferson · 9 months

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Sol look away.

When Charles said don't call me, he had meant don't call me while I'm still mad at you or don't call me before I leave to go back to school.

He didn't mean never call me again, we're over.

But that's what Pierre thinks he meant because he never calls and Charles is too stubborn to call and it's been a week and then two and then Charles has been at school for two months and Pierre hasn't called and Charles realizes while he's standing in the library waiting on his turn to use the copier that he and Pierre have properly broken up.

Not like the dozens of times they've broken up before - silly, ridiculous fights because they're too immature to talk to each other. No, this is serious. It's real.

He doesn't make his copies. He drops the book on the floor, losing his place so he gets out of line and walks back to where he had been sitting with Alex and George.

"What's happened?" George asks, "Has it broken again? I'll go get a -"

"We've broken up." Charles hears himself say. "We broke up."

"Oh," Alex sighs, "Yes, we were wondering when you would -"

George elbows him and Charles feels like his strings have been cut.

Because Pierre is his and he is Pierre's and that's the way it's always been. Even when...even before they knew what that meant really.

"I think I want to go back to our place." Charles says and then he allows George and Alex to bundle him off and he tries to sleep it off. Unsuccessfully.

He doesn't let it go. He never lets it go.

He moves on - kind of.

There's a frat guy that calls him man while Charles is sucking his dick and Charles hates it, but never says anything about it and he allows it to go on for months.

There's a guy on spring break - because he doesn't go home for spring break. He allows George to drag him home with him and they spend a week at the beach and Charles goes back to a rented house with a guy and it's terrible and Charles has to cry about it the next day to Alex over the phone while George holds him in his bed.

He never moves on because Pierre always calls him and it's stupid because it's been a year and then it's been two and Charles is thinking about applying to grad schools when Pierre calls finally.

Middle of the night, it only comes through because Charles never took Pierre off the list of people that can break his DND and Charles was up studying for the GRE anyway and he considers not answering it for two whole rings, but he does anyway - sliding the phone open and saying immediately, "You're late," because he's pissed as hell still and because he and Pierre have always shoved at each other's sore spots.

"Charles," Pierre whispers. "I fucked up."

"Yeah," Charles snorts, thumping his study guide shut and leaning back in his chair. "It's been two years and -"

"Charles!" Pierre shouts and then curses under his breath, "listen to me."

Charles snaps his mouth shut because he and Pierre might be bastards to each other - woven out of the same cloth or whatever that shit is - but they don't yell at each other.

"I fucked up." Pierre says again. But Charles knows he's not talking about not calling Charles for two years and his heart is in his throat.

"Whatever you need." It's a three hour drive home and Charles has class in the morning, but he's fine. He'll email his professors some bullshit about a fever and then he'll be excused and it'll be fine. He's already shoving his feet into the shoes by the door and calculating exactly how much money is in his bank account. "You know it's anything you need ever."

"I asked her to marry me." Pierre says, so small and so tiny and Charles wants to break things between his hands. Pierre and his...his fucking religion and his beliefs and the pressure to live his life the way everyone else thought it should be.

It's why he had said it two years ago. Don't call me, Charles had spit at him - still uncomfortable from their afternoon fuck in Charles' childhood bedroom, phantom hands on his hips and the echo of Pierre calling him baby in his ear, but then Pierre had been with her at the festival - buying her candy and holding her hand and Charles had said don't call me.

But, he never meant this.

Charles sits down on the floor because if he doesn't, he thinks his legs will give out and then he breathes in and out three times before gathering the strength to ask, "Do you want to marry her, Pierre?"

Pierre sniffles over the phone. "No," he cries. "No, I want - I miss you so badly. I just want -" And then he says, "Please - I'll...I can't. Charles."

Charles stands up. "I'm coming."

"I'm sorry I didn't call," Pierre gasps out between choking sobs.

"I'm coming," is all Charles says.

He doesn't say what they both know. Pierre only ever needed to call.

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A have a few questions about Chief and Bronco, if that’s okay ❤️

What’s their relationship like? Do they get along pretty well? Are they distant?

What are their hobbies?

And… this last one is a lil self indulgent admittedly, but would they let their partner paint their claws? Or is that not their style?

Thank you for the questions, friend!

For the record, I am 100% on board for answering questions about any of my characters. If anyone has got something they want to know about any of my guys or gals, please feel free to ask away 💚

What’s their relationship like?

Complicated, is probably the best way to describe it.

These 2 will absolutely fight like cats at the drop of a hat. But if someone else even vaguely threatens either brother, they'd best be prepared for the other one to immediately jump to their bro's defence. Even Undyne gets a snarl from Chief if she badmouths Bronco.

The truth is, neither brother would know what to do without the other. They've been together their whole lives. Going their separate ways doesn't even enter their minds, even when they're having a full blown yelling match. Their arguments may rumble on for several days, but they'll inevitably reach the point where both will just silently agree to drop it.

One day they can't be in the same room as each other, and the next one just casually strolls up and helps the other with his work as if nothing happened.

What are their hobbies?

You don't get much time for hobbies when you've got a whole ranch to care for, day in and day out.

That said, Bronco loves to whittle while he's waiting around for something, like the blacksmith to finish shoeing his horse or Chief to decide what to order at Grillby's tavern. Bronco has a whittling knife that he carries with him everywhere, and he's always picking up odd sticks and lumps of wood he sees lying around to carve later. His GSD, Bingo, is good at finding sticks for him.

Most of the time he just mindlessly whittles them down into spikes, but occasionally he'll get a burst of inspiration and carve them into a shape, like a bird or a cactus. His figures are crude, but recognisable.

When Chief is not on the ranch, he's helping out Sheriff Undyne with enforcing the law around town. It's mostly just an excuse to posture, and it makes him feel powerful when lowlifes shrink as he walks by.

On quiet nights, Chief can be found out behind the barn practicing his aim. Monsters have their own bullets, so they've got no need for guns. But Chief appreciates the look and feel of firearms, and being able to master sharp shooting without the use of his magic is a source of pride for him.

Bronco is too lazy to learn how to shoot a gun.

Would they let their partner paint their claws?

Depends.

Chief will only let you if the two of you are very close - if you ask early in the relationship, he'll squawk at you and refuse outright. But if you've reached the stage where he's opening up and letting himself be emotionally vulnerable around you, he'll be much easier to convince. As you paint away, he'll find, to his surprise, that it's actually very relaxing, and he'll come to love the soft touch of your fingers as you gently manoeuvre his hands to paint his claws evenly.

The claws are for your eyes only, though. He'll wear his gloves over them at all other times, even around the house (can't let Bronco see he's gone soft...).

As for Bronco, he genuinely doesn't care. If his SO wants to paint his claws while the two of you are lounging around together at the end of a long day, then sure, go for it. Good luck getting him to wait for them to dry, though. He never means to, but the moment you're finished he'll absentmindedly scratch or brush his hands against the table/couch/whatever and ruin the polish.

Oh well, the experience was fun, at least.

Both brothers are very strict about the colours, though: it'll have to be red or black or gold. Chief favours the blood red polish, while Bronco loves the metallic gold.

#undertale au #Ranchfell #Farmfell #farmfell papyrus #Farmfell sans #yuckydraws #Western au

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joonslfttiddie · 9 months

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Chapter 32: Gifted...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Mentions of Arson/Fire/Anxiety Attacks/Death of Main Characters/Murder/Adult Language/Sexual Activity/Stalking/Cancer/Loss of Parent/Ghosts/Explicit Smut/Ejaculation/Oral Sex/Nipple Play/Death of Main Characters/Unprotected Sex/Hate Crime/Blackouts/Orgy/Mention of Gun/Breath Play

*Warnings are for entire work; not chapter specific*

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3789

*FLASHBACK*

"Didn't I tell you that you drink too much?"

My mother eyes me as I'm pouring my nightcap.

"Mom, you make me sound like an alcoholic. Even my doctor says a glass of red wine a day is good for the heart."

"Well, whatever, I just worry about you. You need to make an appointment with your doctor, just for a check up."

Clean. That's the best way I can describe my mother's scent that creeps into my nose as I hug her from behind, placing my glass on the counter next to the sink, making sure to handle her frail frame gently.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll call in the morning. AND, I'll do a cleanse, just for you, okay. No alcohol for a month," I concede, resting my cheek on her shoulder.

"Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. I know your liver is screaming for a break and more water."

"Dang, ma!"

Our laughter fills the kitchen just as my sister enters the house.

"Sis, come get your mama," I acknowledge Jasmine as she's placing her keys on the hook, then removing her shoes and purse.

"No, come get your wino of a sister," Mommy quips.

"All I heard was wine. Gimme some!"

Mom's jaw drops as Jasmine's coming around the corner, causing us girls to erupt in laughter.

"You heifers get on my nerves together. T, don't play around with your health and call the doctor's office first thing because it'll be hard to get someone after lunch. Ask them to do a urinalysis. Jas, wash your dishes if you decide to eat dinner. I made the sausage, gravy, and rice you guys love."

"Deh," we say in unison as Mommy, in passing, tucks a clump of Jas's curls behind her ear with one hand and grabs my cheeks with the other. She calls over her shoulder as she's ascending the stairs.

"Also, y'all need to avoid taking the interstate in the morning. And don't be in here doing all that cackling, you know I have another round of chemo tomorrow."

It wasn't uncommon for mom to warn us of things or worry over us. Yes, most mother's want to try to protect their children, but this goes beyond that. Our grandmother had the same gift that is said to be bestowed upon the women of our family by age 30, having skipped me as I'm already 34. With this gift, Mom and Granny had a history of predicting things in our lives and shielding us from danger. Not that she considers herself a psychic or anything, Mom just has 'a feeling' sometimes. She would alert us of dangers and things yet to happen in regular conversation, like there was nothing odd about it. And she could always read us like a book.

"Tia."

On my way to my room, I stop abruptly in front of my mother's bedroom door when I hear her calling for me.

"Ma'am?"

Sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows, she puts her book on the bed and motions for me to move closer. I already know the drill as her hands are extended, so I go to stand next to the bed, leaning over for her to hold my face in her hands. She first looks into my eyes, shifting from one to the other. It's almost as if she's looking through me. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and releases it through her mouth.

"I just wanted to check in on you again. Don't be too worried about your doctor's visit. It's not anything life threatening but you do need to get checked out."

"Will I need to get a shot or something? Medicine?"

"Probably just medicine. You'll be okay," she reassures me then opens her eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you still have those dreams?"

Even without the details, I know exactly what she is talking about. The dreams that feature the same seven men, guiding, helping, and comforting me as I sleep. I'm curious as to why she's brought this up even though she asks every few years.

"Yes, ma'am...I had another one a couple of days ago. Why?"

"No reason, really, I just thought about it. You are gifted, Tia, and I, honestly, believe those men are assigned to you, to keep you safe. Just know that if you ever encounter some sort of danger, your love will protect you."

"My Love? Like my man? And gifted? I'm already years past thirty so if I was gifted, it would have shown by now."

"I'm not quite sure, T. I just see you experiencing new beginnings... fate... home... seven... death... love... purple... fire... hate... rebirth." Her brow furrows and she closes her eyes again, tilting her head ever so slightly before she continues to speak.

"Ma, wha-?"

"Shh..."

Whenever she gets like this, something big is coming. She can never tell us when, but she definitely gets us prepared for what's to come.

"Something will come after you, or has come...something dark and spiteful. There will be a fire, or there has been a fire?" She quickly releases me, fanning her hands as if she'd been burned. She just looks at me but I can't read her expression as it's a mixture of worry and confusion with a hint of fear. "Baby, you've always been a tough nut to crack, since the day I brought you into this world. Sometimes, I can't tell if you're coming or going but you are something special, the universe knows that. You're going to experience a great loss, or you already have? I don't know, Tia, but you will have your happily ever after."

"Okay, well, I'm not scared at all," I tease sarcastically.

"And you shouldn't be. No weapons formed against you shall prosper," mom begins to pray over me ending it with an 'amen'.

"Amen. Well, I'd better get to bed, too. Are we still getting pancakes before your appointment?"

I love getting on her nerves, joking and picking with her to make her laugh. Maybe that's my toxic trait, resorting to humor to not focus on the seriousness of situations.

"I wish! We can stop to get you some but unfortunately, I'll only be having a small, bland meal before."

"Boooooooo! No, I'm kidding. You know I'm going to eat what you eat...let's suffer together."

"Girl, goodnight. Get outta my room with your silly self. And, try to stop stressing so much. Even the Lord needed seven days to create heaven and earth." She catches what she just said and can't help but to laugh at herself. "Seven... the number of completion."

I chuckle lightly before stepping towards the door.

"Yes, ma'am. Night night."

*PRESENT DAY*

Another POV

"Please, try to be quiet when you're sweeping this room as someone is sleeping," Jungkook advises and the technician nods, his plush lips curving up at the corners.

The door opens slowly, allowing the beautiful young man to enter the space. He seems to float around the area, gracefully running his device across every surface. Jungkook can't seem to peel his eyes off of the young man as he steps past him, making his way to the armchair near the bed. Having not left Tia's side for more than a few minutes since she was discharged from the hospital this morning, he takes her hand before sitting in the chair he'd drug to her bedside. He and Taehyung have decided that one of them should be with her at all times and Jungkook takes this opportunity to stare at her sleeping features, barely noticing the man now standing next to him.

"A real life Sleeping Beauty, huh?"

Jungkook meets his eyes, "Yea, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Looking back to Tia, and kissing the back of her hand before he continues, "I could just stare at her like this all day."

"I see why! My goodness, she is breathtaking." Hoping to not cross the line, he asks, "Will she be okay?"

Glancing up to him again, Jungkook could have sworn he had tears in his eyes. "Y-yea...she'll be okay, she just needs to rest and stay hydrated." Just as the technician is about to speak again, Tia's phone vibrates. Snatching it from the nightstand before the sound can wake Tia, Jungkook takes the phone answering it as he walks out of the bedroom.

The young man, as if enchanted, keeps his eye on her sleeping face. Her smooth, golden brown skin seems to glow, her lips full with a slight sheen, he is drawn to touch her. Tia's eyebrows scrunch and she moans lowly, giving the man an excuse to rush to her side. After quickly placing his equipment on the floor, he takes her hand into his.

What the fuck am I doing?

He can't deny the pull he feels but knows that he has free will, being able to walk away whenever he wants. But he doesn't want to. Like Jungkook said a moment ago, he could stare at her all day long.

"Jimin!" A voice whisper shouts from the bathroom.

He drops her hand and turns on the spot to face his colleague.

"Shh!" He tries to hush the man before he wakes Tia, but is unsuccessful.

"Who are you," the small voice asks from behind him. Jimin looks around to see Tia staring back at him.

"Hey, sorry to have woken you up. We're here to sweep the house for any hidden cameras or listening devices."

"Where is JK?"

"JK?" As Jimin is asking her, Jungkook returns with some fruit and water.

"Hey, babe, I'm here. I'm glad to see you up. How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm a bit groggy and my head is banging."

"John said you'll probably feel that way for a few hours. He said that you'll probably be lethargic, too, and to call if you need something for nausea. Your memories may come back all at once or in spurts, but try to not stress yourself out. Here...take this," he hands Tia a couple of red and white tablets, "Hopefully, this will help with your headache."

She takes the pills, and washes them down with the water. Jimin doesn't realize he's stuck in place, watching this interaction between the two until Tia speaks, looking directly at him. He sees her mouth moving but doesn't hear what she says. He jerks himself out of his trance and says, "Ah, sorry, what was that?", asking Tia to repeat her question.

"I said what's your name?"

"Oh, Jimin...Park Jimin."

"Nice to meet you. Was that you holding my hand a minute ago?"

He's blushing red and rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed, having been caught. Nodding his head, he admits his actions.

"I'm sorry...you just looked so beautiful, and you were moaning, and your brows were tense. I didn't know if you were having a bad dream or if you were hurting. I'm sorry, I just felt compelled to comfort you. Forgive me if I overstepped-"

"We are so sorry, ma'am. We'll just finish searching this area, then we'll be out of your hair," the other man cuts Jimin off to apologize.

Unintentionally ignoring the other man, Tia's focus remains on Jimin.

"Thank you...Jimin. You didn't overstep at all," Tia shows her gratitude and the way his name falls from her lips is intoxicating.

Jungkook's POV

Thankfully, Tia slept through the entire process of getting her discharged and home. I don't think I would have been able to stand the void look of confusion in her eyes or her staring at me like a stranger. Not again. Thankfully, I'm off duty during the day today and get to spend it caring for Tia. Taehyung will be back after he takes care of some things at the office and, luckily, he's the owner of the business, so he'll be able to take a few days off to be here as well.

Tia is still sleeping when I answer the door for the technicians to come in and sweep the house. There's something about one of the men that causes my heart to race when he's near. I feel an immediate connection to him, almost like a long lost brother. Unable to tear my eyes from him, I watch as he practically dances around Tia's room, something so elegant in his movements. The only thing that can take my attention from him is Tia's peaceful features and I have a seat to further take them in.

As we converse briefly, I swear that I see tears in his eyes and I can't help but to wonder if he's possibly experiencing the same attraction to her as me and Taehyung. As I open my mouth to ask, Tia's phone vibrates across the bedside table and I quickly grab it before it wakes her. I rush out of the room to answer the call.

'Hello? Tia?'

"Hey, Brandon. Tia is unavailable at the moment."

'Oh, my bad. You must be her boyfriend. Hey man, I was just calling to check on her after hearing about what happened. I got called to the police station to give a statement about a past employee.'

"Yea, I appreciate you checking in on her. She's past the critical part and is home resting now. Would you like to leave a message for her?"

'Yeah...yeah. Could you tell her...tell her that I'm so sorry for what happened and what she had to go through. I fired him shortly after we started on her reno. After I had caught him doing some suspicious things, but I should have said something or reported him, I don't know. Like I said, he was suspicious but I had no proof of anything. I didn't know what else to do but to let him go.'

Of course I already know the details of this case but I listen anyway, making my way down to the kitchen.

'I'm not innocent in all of this as I was inappropriate at times and said some things about her when she wasn't around, but it was just locker room talk, you know? Men being men. I promise, I never meant for anything bad to happen to her.'

"Look man, I get what you're saying but making sexual jokes and references about a woman is not locker room talk. You being a dick and acting spiteful because Tia rejected you is more accurate. Men being men? Don't ever generalize your behavior as a 'man' thing. I'm nothing like you because real men don't do shit like that. I'll give her your little message, and you can go ahead and delete her number, bro. There's nothing else for you to talk to her about."

I end the call and slide her phone into my back pocket before rummaging through the fridge for something light for her to eat and some water, thinking of John's recommendations. In one of the cabinets, I find a bottle of Tylenol and take a few in case she has a headache before I go back upstairs.

Tia's POV

I'm in between sleep and consciousness when visuals flood my mind. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, and my heart breaks seeing Jungkook and Grey cry. What happened? Am I dead? There's a warmth that suddenly covers me like a warm blanket, and I feel a sense of peace. Is it coming from the person holding my hand? Is it Jungkook? Taehyung? Whoever it is, they give off the same comfort as them.

When I open my eyes, I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming when I see a man standing next to my bed, his back to me, strong yet beautiful. Mom taught my sister and I to trust our gut, that our intuition would never steer us wrong, so even though I can't see his face, I feel comfortable as my body is reacting as if I know him. He feels familiar. The sharpness of his jaw line is the first thing I notice as he's turning to face me, followed by his pillowy lips and breathtaking features. I swear, my heart skips a beat when his eyes meet mine.

When Jungkook walks in, my mind wanders as we're talking, unable to take my eyes off of the unknown man. I can recall bits and pieces of what happened last night and I know that I had to go to the hospital, but the details are vague. He starts telling me about what John had said regarding my recovery but stops to trace my line of vision, meeting the man standing a few feet away.

"Who are you?"

Jimin...again, I feel like I've said his name a million times. So, it was him radiating the same energy as the other two.

"Thank you, Jimin," is all I can give him at the moment and with a forced smile reassure him that he's not overstepping my boundaries.

Jungkook offers me some of the fruit he brought up but I don't have much of an appetite at the moment, and I can feel my headache getting worse by the minute. Not even 10 minutes later am I in the fetal position on the bed, awaiting the moment my skull splits in half. Thankfully the other technician has finished the sweep in here and is outside in the work van. I think there's something vulnerable about suffering and I didn't want him to see me this way but I'm comfortable with Jungkook...and Jimin. Fragmented memories are swirling through my mind, searching to land on their specific string of experience.

"Oh my God, baby...I'm so sorry," I say between tears, unsure if I'm crying because of the searing headache, the visual of my loved ones sad because of me, or both.

"Shh...it's okay, baby. I know. I know you didn't mean it."

Jungkook is kneeling next to the bed, kissing the back of my hand and rubbing my butt, trying to console me. Being that my eyes are closed tight, I don't see when Jimin comes over to kneel next to him.

"May I?"

Assuming he got the go ahead from Jungkook, I almost melt when his hands caress my scalp and firm circles rub across my temples. This doesn't alleviate the pain completely but it's definitely relaxing. This in combination with the booty rubs calms me enough that I end up falling asleep.

"Jagiya, wake up, love...you need to eat something."

I awaken to Taehyung's gorgeous face and I'm enthralled but unable to show it much as I'm still in pain. It has subsided a ton, but is definitely lingering.

"Hi, Tae. Are you done with work?"

He still blushes and gives me that boxy smile whenever I call him by his nickname. He is so fucking cute.

"Yeah, I just had to speak to a few customers and move some appointments around. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit but not as shit as earlier. I missed you."

"I missed you more, and I'm glad you feel less shit."

"Also, I'm so sorry about last night."

"No need to apologize...we know it was the medicine making you like that. Here, sit up. I brought soup. Koo told me you haven't eaten much."

I'm able to sit up and have a few spoonfuls of the soup, the rich warm broth heats me from within. After taking more medicine, I scoot over to make room for Taehyung to lay with me, and bump into a sleeping Jungkook. Thankfully, I don't wake him but it does cause him to stir, he grabs my hips, pulling me to lay flush to him. With hushed voices, Taehyung and I converse with our foreheads together.

"So?" He questions me, wearing a knowing smirk, my thumb grazing over the slight stubble along his cheek.

"So? So, what?" I'm genuinely confused.

"Jimin?"

I pull away for a moment to fully search his features for any indication of anger or jealousy... nothing. He only smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me. So he and Jungkook talked while I was sleeping.

I snicker and playfully cover his smile with my palm and say, "Yeah? What about him?"

"Koo told me about you guys giving each other 'bedroom eyes'."

"No one was giving anyone any kind of eyes. I mean... he was handsome and sweet."

"Yea, that's not the way Koo described him. He said he was fine as fuck and looked like he was sent from heaven, on some Keyshia Cole type shit."

We burst into silent laughter, trying not to disturb Jungkook as he has to work tonight.

"Oh my God! Stop, stop, stop...my head hurts," I whisper yell to him, still wheezing.

"Oh shit...my bad. I read somewhere that an orgasm will help relieve headaches," Taehyung apologizes while still smiling and rubbing my head with his thumb, his comment only causes us to laugh more. Once we finally settle down, he kisses my forehead and asks, "Bath time?"

"Ummm," I agree, never turning down a bath, nuzzling my face into his shirt. The scent of his cologne makes me clench my thighs in an attempt to cease the throbbing. Bitch, you could have died just yesterday and you're thinking about fucking?! I allow Taehyung to assist me from the bed to the bathroom, struggling to fight against the weakness and lightheadedness. He holds my arm firmly as I step into the empty tub, sitting me down slowly.

"Lay back and try to relax a bit," Taehyung advises as he starts the water, adjusting it until he finds the perfect temperature. I move my hair to drape over the lip of the tub before I lay back. Leaving briefly, he comes back to sit behind my head. I'm assuming he went to get a hair tie as he's now collecting my strands to put them in a bun atop my head.

I'm practically drooling when his hands leave my hair and begin to massage my neck. Applying firm pressure, using water as lubrication to slip from the base of my neck up into my nape. With his thumb still rubbing circles in my hair, his free hand is massaging my shoulder. My eyes close on their own, moans flowing from my nostrils.

"You like that, huh?"

"Uh huh," I nasally respond, allowing my head to rest against his palm.

Noticing that the water is now covering my breasts, Taehyung pauses his massage to turn the water off, coming back to start where he left off.

"Have you spoken to Koo about the suspect they arrested last night?"

"I haven't but I know that's a conversation that needs to happen. Since I've slept most of the day, I don't think he's had the chance to bring it up."

"How are you feeling about all of this, like, now that he's been caught?"

"Honestly, I feel free and light. I feel like I can exist without having to look over my shoulder, you know? But, mostly, I'm just glad he wasn't able to hurt me or the people that I love."

Taehyung gently moves my head to the other side to massage my other shoulder. I open my eyes as I hear the bathroom door opening to see a groggy Jungkook coming in, hair a mess atop his head.

"Hey, Sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"

A/N:

Thanks so much to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter! 💜

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Smallville

So I'm rewatching Smallville, and I have to wonder how different the story would have been if Johnathan didn't see Lionel when he looked at Lex. If Lex got to Smallville and the Kent's just said huh guess we have two sons now. Think about it it could have gone something like this.

Lex hits Clark with his car and Clark saves him, because that's what Clark does. Johnathan gets there and he's still harsh with Lex, but his son's hurt Lex can understand that. He gives Clark the truck and instead of sending Clark to give it back Martha and Johnathan go. Martha's worried and wants to make sure Lex is okay, so Johnathan trails along still upset. While there Martha asked when Lionel was going to come check on him, because even if Lex is 21 she still thinks Lionel should check on him. After all if it were Clark in Lex's shoes Martha knows she would drop everything to check on her son, and she can't fathom anyone not doing that. Lex makes some off handed comment about how there's no way his father would check on him over some thing as small as the crash. Johnathan sighs and takes one look at Martha's teary eyes, and he just knows they have two sons.

They sit down and talk about how the truck is nice and they are thankful for it, but Johnathan isn't sure it'll work for farm work. Lex nods and pulls up all the information on it showing the Kents that it's very safe. He knew Clark lived on a farm and he wouldn't have gotten anything that wouldn't work, but if it would make them feel better he could trade it out for something they chose. In the end they trade it and Lex is invited over for dinner that night, and the next, and every night that week he finds himself at the Kent dinner table.

When he offers money to help with the farm Johnathan doesn't get mad he just explains why he doesn't want that. "A parent shouldn't take money from their children after all Lex." That makes Lex pause because sure he was told he couldn't give them money, but he wasn't told he couldn't help. He looks over the farms spending and sells with Martha and together make a plan of how the farm could make more money.

Clark is over at his house most afternoons to get help with his school work, and Lex just so happens to have a tutor over well he just needed to touch up on his own work. The Johnathan's thoughts on Lionel never really change, but they no longer color how he views Lex. Martha however grows to hate Lionel, and it only gets worse after the Level 3 incident. Lionel was willing to let his son die. She almost lost both of her son's, and she hated the man who caused it. When both boys walk out Lex walks right to the Kent's without even a look at his father. He still makes the same promise to the press, but he makes it with Martha and Johnathan at his back.

Johnathan shows him a fathers love with out any of the strings his own fathers comes with, so with he turns Lana down about the movie theater he goes right to Johnathan to talk about it. Of course he wants to help Lana, the Kent's have been helping him find way to help the town since he got there, but he's not sure it a good idea. The two talk it out because really there's no way the theater could reopen as it is, but no one in town would want a parking lot there. It would be an eyesore. Johnathan listens and points out that he's sure Lana is a smart girl who could think of a business plan if Lex sat down with her. "Small town folks don't always think like you Lex."

Lex thinks about it and then calls Lana to set up a meeting, because he's still the business man Lionel made him into. Even if the Kent's love softened the edges just a bit.

Lex would always be a ruthless business man, but he would be a kind man. The kind of man his mother wanted him to be. He would fund the Smallville schools and hospitals, because he cared about the people in town. He would dismantle anyone who tried to hurt his home, or his family.

In time they would have sat down the Kents coming clean about Clark, and yes Lex would be mad at first. He would storm out back to the house his father gave him, and he would spend the night awake thinking. He would remember the man he was when he came to town more his fathers son than his mothers boy, and he would think about what he might have done back then. He would see why they waited and go back in the morning with coffee from the Talon and say sorry.

He would help keep Clark safe and when Clark was ready to go off and save the world. Well Lex had the money to able to follow him, and someone had to look after his little brother.

#rant post #smallville #what if

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its-tiamat · 2 years

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|| CHANGING PLANS 4 ||

Ok, I've finally arrived at the part in which I explain what's going on. Finally. Hope u like it bbys <3 Also I have finals in like, less than a month so idk how long it'll take me to update more T-T

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo × fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (#LetBakugoSayFuck #AndReaderIsWorse)

CHAPTER 1 ♧ NEXT

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That afternoon, Bakugo worked on his homework. Or at least, he tried. Math had never been his favorite subject, but it had never felt this hard to focus on the long row of numbers, that was now spinning on the sheet of paper.

He shut the math book without completing a single exercise. Fuck it. His day had already been stressful enough. He could solve them later, or tomorrow.

He went straight to the small bathroom, and started filling his bathtub with hot water.

He needed it. The warmth of the water always managed to work off the tension in his muscles and calm his nerves, while opening his pores and allowing a better flow of his quirk.

He added a couple of drops of essential oil to his bathtub. Kirishima would have picked on him if he had known, it probably wasn't masculine enough for him.

Wait. Who gave a shit about what shitty hair thought with his stupid head?

Bakugo started taking off his clothes, and found himself staring at the mirror. A blonde boy was frowning back at him, clenching his fists, gritting his teeth. He was the personification of stress.

As soon as his skin entered in contact with the warm water, he started to feel better. He took a deep breath.

What the fuck had happened that morning?

He should have just gone back to his room. He should have gone back to his room, done his homework, and worked out by himself. Why did he even think of hanging out with you? He should have said he was busy. He didn't even gave a damn about the market and about your little stupid list of groceries.

Right?

He closed his eyes, but scenes of what had happened at the market kept playing in his head.

He really didn't want to think about it.

He knew crowds had that effect on him. They always did. But he must had already been feeling bad, cause they never made him feel like complete shit. He must have already been nervous for something else.

You.

You made him nervous.

The way you carried yourself, the sweet tone in your voice when you called him, your eyes when-

No. He was just making up stuff. For fuck's sake, he wanted to slap himself so bad!

He dipped his head in the water, trying to drown his thoughts. Idiot, stupid idiot! Why was he feeling so weak? There was no way, no way he'd lose his cold because of this.

Because of you.

He was so tired of acting like a coward.

He wasn't the only one about to lose his head and slap someone. In Mina's room, the air was so tense you could cut it with a knife.

"You didn't mean to do it?" You roared at your three friends sitting on the bed. "That's fucking bullshit, ok?"

Mina was looking down at her hands, while Kirishima seemed super interested in a spot on the wall at his right. Kaminari, squeezing a pillow in his arms, was the only one that still dared to look at you and talk back.

"Ok, maybe we did mean to do it. But even so?"

"Even so? Even so what? Even so I had the most embarrassing time of my life!"

"Yeah but it worked." Said Mina, finally lifting her eyes.

Kaminari turned to look at her: "Did it really?"

You threw one of Mina's shoes at him.

"You don't even believe in your own fucking plan, you piece of-"

"It wasn't my idea!"

"Then who the fuck thought of it, huh?"

Both your friend stared at Kirishima. Was it his doing, in the end?

"Why are you guys selling me out like this?" whispered him. "I mean, you all wanted it to happen, I just gave you a plan that I knew could work."

So it was him. "Why would that shit work?"

"Cause I've already seen it work!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? When?"

He mumbled something, intelligible. You kept staring at him. "I saw it in a movie, ok?"

"In. A. MOVIE!?"

"It seemed like a good plan! He likes you, you like him, you go on a date! That's how it works!" Said him defensively. Then he went back to staring at the wall.

For a moment you felt the wave of rage receding. Did you really look that desperate? Were you really unable to ask anybody out? How could they even be sure Bakugo-

"How are you even sure Bakugo likes me?"

"Kaminari asked him, I think." Shrugged it off your best friend. But Kaminari was turning pale.

"I didn't."

Mina hit him on the shoulder. "You said you did!"

"Well, I did! But he didn't answer! You know how hard it is to talk to him!"

"You must have asked it in such a stupid way! It was your third of the job, Kami!" Mina started arguing with his friend, and they would have started a fistfight probably, if you didn't throw another one of Mina's shoes at them.

"Stop acting like fucking kindergarteners," you said "this is shit. You even divided the work in thirds like if it were a fucking school project, honestly, what the fuck. So you had this genius idea" You said looking at Kirishima, then turned to Kaminari "And you decided Bakugo liked me based on what? Your famous intuition? You."

You pointed at Mina. "Your third would be?"

"I had to get everyone to play along." She said, and looked back down at her hands, that were now holding a pair of shoes.

"And everyone includes who?"

"Just, everyone," she said. Her voice started trembling. "I talked with every member of our class, and made sure they didn't get in the way, and made sure they left you alone this morning and made sure you could meet, I-"

She took a slow breath, trying to stop her voice from cracking.

"I just hoped it would make you happy. I'm so sorry, I swear."

You sat on the bed. Kaminari tightened his grasp on the pillow. "It was a stupid idea. It was just stupid. Stop crying. You know I'm forgiving you. Stop crying, Mina. Just, never do this again."

"I'm sorry too," mumbled Kirishima. You gave him a small smile.

"I'm not sorry at all, sorry 'bout it." said Kaminari.

You glared at him. You felt your blood boiling in your veins.

"Come on, stop looking at me like that! You and Bakugo are both too awkward and full of yourselves to make the first move. Somebody had to do something!"

Mina hit him again: "Apologise, you dumbass."

"I will apologise when one of them finds the courage to ask the other one out, so probably never."

"Do whatever the fuck you want, shithead." You snarled. You realized you sounded just like Katsuki. You tried to relax yourself.

"Guys, it was awkward as hell. God, did all the class really play along? Did Sero tie up Mr. Aizawa to keep him away from the common hall or what?" you joked.

Silence fell again in the room. Nobody took the risk of answering your question. And you were starting to figure out why.

"You didnt," you said while trying to catch a glimpse of at least one of your friends' eyes. "Please, tell me you didn't involve him too."

"It was Mina's do!" said Kirishima, and you felt the blood flow in your cheeks increase. Of course. Only Mina would be able to talk Mr. Aizawa into this sort of stuff.

"I really want to disappear." You said, and laid face down on the mattress. Mina gently pat your back: "Yeah, today was kinda stressful. At least you had a nice date, right?"

"Shut up."

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LOST and FOUND - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

It was early afternoon when I heard a knock at the door.

I had been curled up on the chair in the living room with the blanket that no longer smelled like Harrison.

And it wasn't because I was sad and depressed this time.

I just felt comforted by it.

It was the first time I had sat there with the blanket when my mind didn't turn to dark, depressive thoughts.

I hopped up and set the blanket down on the chair.

When I answered the door, I was greeted by Jona's wide smile.

"Hey, baby," he said.

Embarrassingly, I felt my cheeks get hot.

I moved out of the way to let him into the house.

He bent and kissed the top of my head.

I crossed my arms, huffed and turned away from him.

I wasn't ready for him to be this affectionate with me but I didn't think he would stop if I said anything so I stayed quiet on the matter.

"You're cute when you pout," he said with a smile but I ignored him.

I looked at him again and with a little eye roll, I said...

"I suppose."

He looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Is that an attitude I hear? Do you want to find out what I do to boys who have an attitude?"

I swallowed.

My dick got hard in two seconds flat.

Yes. Yes, I did want to know what he did to boys with an attitude.

I chewed on my lip.

"Maybe some other time...Daddy," I finished it with a whisper, not knowing how he would react to that.

Harrison had never wanted me to call him Daddy because he said it reminded him of how much older he was than me.

The daddy thing had always been a turn on for me but if someone wasn't into it like I was I didn't want to try to push it on them.

I watched Jon cautiously to gauge his reaction.

I was almost taken aback by the arousal I saw in his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.

"Do not call me that again unless you want me to fuck you," he said in a commanding tone.

"I won't be able to hold myself back a second time."

I let out a quiet gasp.

I nodded quickly.

I didn't want to think of a reply in case I just blurted out 'Daddy' at the end and he ravished me right in the entry way to the house.

If I did have sex with Jona, it couldn't be in this house.

I wouldn't do that to Harrison even if he was no longer here.

I thought I would feel so guilty, feel like I was cheating on him, so much so that I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself.

I blinked a couple times and tried to get my arousal under control.

"I am hungry," I finally said.

"What did you have in mind?"

Jona smiled.

"It'll be a surprise."

I looked at him, nervous of what he had planned.

I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on quickly.

Jona kept his smile and put his arm around my shoulders to guide me out of the house.

Before we walked out the door, I grabbed my things off the table by the door and then we headed out.

When we pulled into the restaurant, my jaw dropped.

"You are not taking me there," I exclaimed loudly.

"Why not?" Jona asked innocently but he was smirking.

He had just pulled up to Blu Fin, the most expensive restaurant they had downtown.

It was modern with mostly seafood dishes but I didn't think they had any entrees for under forty dollars.

Harrison and I had considered going there for one of our anniversaries but he had almost had an aneurism when he saw the prices.

"This is way too much, Jona," I said and glanced up at the modern white building with blue trim and huge windows.

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to take you someplace nice."

I sighed and looked back at him.

"You don't have to take me to some restaurant that is going to cost you a fortune. I'll still go on a date with you even if it's at McDonald's."

"Well, I'll remember that for next time," he said jokingly.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Seriously, I don't want to go in there. I'm sure I'm under dressed."

"It's casual, Beau. You'll be fine."

I glanced at the restaurant again nervously.

I was sure he was just trying to impress me but he didn't need to.

He had already shown me enough times that he was a good guy.

I don't know if he was trying to show that he could not only take care of me emotionally but financially too.

But whatever the reason, the prospect of walking in there was terrifying.

I wasn't a fancy person, I had always been blue collar.

I hadn't even heard Jon get out of the truck but the next thing I knew he was at my door, opening it for me.

"Stop over-thinking, Beau," he said in a strong tone and held his hand out for me to take.

I looked at him, pleading but he only have me a hard look in return.

I knew that if hesitated any longer he would use that commanding, dominating voice on me.

I had just managed to force my erection to wane, so I didn't want to get turned on right now.

I told myself to suck it up and I took his hand.

He smiled and helped me get out of the large truck.

After closing the passenger door, he wrapped a possessive arm around my waist.

That was the most couple-like thing he had done out in public so far and I looked around to see if anyone was staring at us.

No one was.

Harrison hadn't been into PDA but I had made him hold my hand when we were out because I wanted everyone to know he was my boyfriend.

Jona didn't seem to have the same qualms that Harrison had and I didn't know how I felt about that.

Jona guided me to the doors of the restaurant and held a door open for me.

I walked inside and his arm went around my waist again.

There was a perky young girl with a long blonde pony tail to greet us when we walked in.

"Hello. Do you have reservations?" she asked with a smile.

I was about to open my mouth and say no when Jon said...

"Yes. I called last night."

He had his charismatic grin on his face and he ignored me when I looked up to glare at him.

I couldn't believe he had been planning this since last night.

"What's the name?" she asked, looking at the a notebook that she had in front of her.

"Jona," he replied.

"Without the h?

"That's right."

She seemed to cross off his name and then smiled up at us again.

"Right this way."

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